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Six of us had started at the same time on a three year apprenticeship scheme. The recession hit soon after and no apprentices were taken on the following year. We had been there nearly two years when the MD made a company announcement, saying that orders were down again and the company would have to make cost-cuttings throughout.
I was reasonably confident I would escape. I was arguably not the best apprentice but I was a long way from the worst, I got on well with everyone and I never caused problems.
My department head summoned us apprentices to a meeting where he claimed to be very sorry but orders were orders and he was forced to let two of us go. The first name read out was Michael Evans, not a big surprise because, let's face it, he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. When my name was read out too, it was a complete shock. I felt as though I'd been punched in the stomach. All I could think was that perhaps I hadn't been meticulous about clearing out the browser history on my work computer after my extra-curricular activities and they had decided redundancy was easier than firing me for misconduct.
I appealed of course, but got absolutely nowhere, and having been there less than two years I didn't qualify for a payout. Without the job I could no longer afford my flat, modest as it was, and I was forced to move back in with my parents. Things looked bleak with no job and little prospect of one on the horizon. My parents tried to be understanding, but sharing their house with an adult rather than a child was a new experience that they didn't need at their time of life, and we were constantly stepping on each other's metaphorical toes.
Welcome respite came by way of my aunt and uncle, who lived in a small town about 50 miles away. To celebrate 25 years of marriage they had arranged a month's cruise in the Caribbean. They had a couple of dogs and my uncle was very proud of his garden: they had intended to pay someone to house-sit for them while they were away, to take care of the dogs and the garden, so it seemed a win-win solution for me to stay there instead. They agreed to pay me a modest sum cash-in-hand to avoid complications with taxes and unemployment benefit.
I moved in the day before they set off so that my Uncle Roger could explain where everything was and what tasks had to be performed in their absence. The most onerous tasks were to walk the dogs twice daily, water everything in the greenhouse daily, and mow the lawns weekly. Apart from that there was virtually nothing to do.
One evening a few days later, after my aunt and uncle had left, I walked the dogs while my dinner was cooking, then sat and ate it while watching the telly. When I went to make coffee I found out I had run out of milk. Not a disaster at the time since I didn't mind black coffee, but I really wanted milk for my cereal the next morning.
The bus service was perfunctory in the evenings so the prospect of a trip to the supermarket in town was unattractive. However I remembered there was a parade of shops, including a convenience store, about half a mile away, well within walking distance. I also remembered there was a park opposite the shops, so I could take the opportunity to see whether it would be a suitable place to walk the dogs one day.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher and set it going. I considered taking the dogs with me, but since they'd already been fed and walked, I decided to leave them behind.
It was a warm evening and the stroll to the shops was pleasant. I made sure I was on the park side so I could go in and have a look around, but when I got to a gate I found it padlocked. There was a notice attached saying 'Due to problems with nuisance teens, the park will close at 7pm until further notice.' Judging from the shouting and giggling coming from inside the park, the three foot high iron railings surrounding it were no deterrent.
The park seemed to be quite large, although under cover of darkness I couldn't make out much through the thick of the trees just inside the iron railings. I thought I heard geese honks amongst the human noises so presumably there was a pond or lake. It would make a nice place to bring the dogs for a walk.
I continued on my way until I was opposite the convenience store. Suddenly a gang of teens seemed to appear from the bowels of the park as if by magic, swarming over the railings. I was concerned for my safety until I saw they were all girls.
The ringleader and spokesgirl appeared to be about 16, with dyed, very-blonde hair. She was wearing a tight, white t-shirt tied off under her ample breasts to leave her midriff bare, and a pair of cutoff jeans which seemed to have been moulded to her voluptuous curves.
"Hey mister, you going in the store?" she asked.
"Yes, I need some milk." It wasn't a lie, but the girl smirked disbelievingly anyway.
"Can you get us a bottle of vodka? We've got the money."
I looked at the ringleader, then at her companions, a rag-tag bunch of all shapes and sizes, then back to the ringleader. Suddenly it occurred to me I might be able to live out one of my darkest fantasies for real. I hesitated for a moment then decided what the hell - if you don't ask, you won't get!
"Tell you what," I said. "I'll buy two bottles with my own money in exchange for an hour to do what I want with the girl of my choice." I looked her straight in the eye to convince her that she was the one I was interested in.
"So this girl, you going to fuck her?" she asked, licking her lips suggestively.
"Absolutely, I'm going to fuck her so she'll never forget."
"Deal!" she announced, without even checking with her companions.
I crossed the road and went into the store. Sure enough it was licensed to sell alcohol, and it had a good selection on display. I put a couple of bottles of cheap vodka and a two-pint bottle of milk in my basket. I looked for condoms and lube, but couldn't find any. There was a pharmacy in the parade of shops, but I had noticed it was already closed for the night. I added a bottle of economy vegetable oil to my basket then went to the checkout.
The assistant looked at me suspiciously. "These for you?" he asked, indicating the vodka. "At this time of night, customers are always being pestered by kids to buy alcohol for them. The police caught someone only last month."
"Yes, they're for me," I lied.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty three."
"Got any ID?"
I hadn't been expecting to buy alcohol so I hadn't brought my driving licence with me. I looked through my wallet and spotted that I still had my old company photo ID. I flashed it at the shopkeeper and he nodded without even looking at it.
The shopkeeper put my purchases in a carrier bag as he rang up the total. I paid for my purchases then left the shop. I half expected to girls to have disappeared, but they were waiting expectantly for me on the other side of the road. I held my finger up to my lips in a gesture of silence, then turned and walked along the pavement for fifty yards or so, until I reckoned I couldn't be seen from the store. Then I crossed the road.
The blonde ringleader seemed upset at the delay. "Why didn't you come straight across?" she demanded.
"I didn't want the shopkeeper to get suspicious."
"Rashid? He's cool, but he has to put on a show to keep the police off his back or he might lose his licence. Did you get the vodka?"
In response I opened the carrier bag, revealing the four bottles inside.
"Cool. Let's go in 'The Hawkins'. It's nice and private there."
"The Hawkins?"
This time one of the other girls spoke, a nondescript brunette who looked a couple of years younger than the ringleader. "The Alfred G Hawkins Memorial Park," she informed me, effecting a posh accent. "He was a councillor or something thousands of years ago.". Without waiting for my agreement, the girls started to swarm smoothly over the railings. I looked around first to make sure nobody was watching. Despite being relatively fit I made hard work of things, first placing my carrier bag on the other side, then searching for footholds and being grateful the railings were strong enough to take my weight, then balancing precariously with one foot on either side before gratefully dropping down.
Even in the dim light the girls seemed to know the way so I let them lead. They followed a short track through the trees until it suddenly opened out into a well-lit plaza, where they stopped and waited for me.
"What's with the lights?" I asked.
"The council installed these lights because people kept getting mugged at night. That was before they started closing the park. It will take several months before they realise," volunteered the informative brunette.
"Any CCTV cameras?"
"You kidding?" The brunette rolled her eyes.
"Okay, you get to fuck a girl for an hour. Make your choice," said the blonde ringleader.
I looked the blonde in the eye and smiled. She gave a half-smile back, confident that I'd choose her.
"I choose ..." I said, keeping my gaze locked on the blonde, "... her," and I pointed at my choice.
There was a chorus of disapproval.
"Shit!" "Fuck!" "No!" "Pervert!" "But she's only a kid!"
The blonde's half-smile transformed to horror as she turned to follow where I was pointing. Despite being mostly Caucasian, the girl I had chosen obviously had some Asian ancestry, betrayed by a round face, almond eyes, long neck, olive skin and long, straight, black hair. She was eleven, twelve tops, slender, wearing a pale green Minnie Mouse t-shirt, tight enough to hint at nascent breasts, and badly scuffed jeans decorated by garishly-coloured flower stickers.
"Fuck off Sara," proclaimed my choice belligerently, with a triumphant smile on her face. "You keep telling me to act more grown- up. Well now I'm going to."
The recipient of this diatribe was the girl who had protested about my selection being only a kid. She looked about fourteen, and shared so many features in common that I guessed they were sisters. She would have been my third or fourth choice.
"But you're a virgin," the sister protested.
"Am not!" insisted my choice, turning red with embarrassment and looking as though she might burst into tears.
"You shouldn't fuck her if she's a virgin," insisted the informative brunette. The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Look, I've made my choice. But I'm prepared to compromise. If she's still got her hymen, I promise it will stay intact."
"But she's only eleven," said the blonde ringleader in a half- protest, looking very down-in-the-mouth at having been passed-over for a fuck.
"Okay, I'll do it," insisted my choice.
"Well, do you want the vodka or not?" I asked the girls.
There was a general nodding of heads as I looked round the group. Only Sara continued to protest.
"I can't let you fuck my little sister. Do me instead, I'm not a virgin so I know what I'm doing."
There were some gasps of surprise at this revelation, the loudest coming from the girl I had chosen. I considered for a moment. Sara was very pretty, with small but nice tits, a slim waist and burgeoning hips.
"Well, if you don't want the vodka ..." I started.
"Fuck off Sara, you ruin everything for me. I hate you!" cried out my choice, her eyes starting to fill with tears.
Sara looked visibly shaken at this outburst. "Okay," she reluctantly conceded, "but don't you dare blame me afterwards. Everyone here saw me trying to stop it."
Now that the last opposition had crumbled, I took the two bottles of vodka out of the carrier bag. I gave one to the blonde ringleader, the other to the informative brunette. The other girls gathered round, waiting their turns for a swig, leaving me with the girl I had chosen.
"Hi there sweetie, you're very pretty. What's your name?" I asked. I felt my cock begin to harden.
"Nina," she replied, blushing a little at the compliment.
"That's a very pretty name for a very pretty girl."
"Thank you. Um, what do you want me to do?"
"Could you take your clothes off for me please."
Totally unselfconsciously she shucked her t-shirt, revealing a flat chest with clearly visible ribs topped by tiny little button breasts with by areolas and nipples which were still almost boyish. Next she slipped out of her jeans, leaving her standing there in only a pair of little-girl panties adorned by cuddly animal motifs. My cock was now hard, and forming a bulge in the front of my jeans. None of the girls seemed to notice.
"And the rest please," I pressed.
Nina inserted her thumbs in the waistband of her panties then froze. I leaned towards her and gently stroked her head. She flinched slightly and there was fear in her eyes as she realised she was actually going to have to do this. I could have pulled the panties down myself, but I wanted Nina to do it. I noticed that Sara was watching us, glaring daggers at me.
"Hey, could someone give Nina a swig?" I called out. "She needs something to help her relax."
The blonde ringleader grabbed a bottle and handed it to Nina. She put it to her mouth and took a big swig, coughing and choking after she swallowed, but managing to keep it all down.
"Good eh?" I asked her. Obviously it wasn't, but she nodded her head in agreement in order to appear grown-up. "Have another drink then."
Somewhat reluctantly Nina took another, smaller swig, not coughing so much this time.
"Hey don't drink it all," protested the blonde, snatching the bottle back.
"Are you okay?" I asked Nina. She nodded, but she was looking a bit flushed. "In that case ..." I indicated her panties.
Less reluctantly this time she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and peeled the panties from her hips and down her legs, stepping out of them when they were at ankle level. Nina had a really cute pussy, completely hairless, with just a narrow slit between two puffy pussy lips.
"Beautiful," I sighed, my cock now the hardness of granite.
"What now?" she asked.
I looked around. There was a variety of plinths and statuary round the plaza but one seemed to be at just the right height. I took Nina's hot little hand in mine and led the naked girl over to it. The statue was of a man wearing a bowler hat and a three line inscription on its plinth read: 'Alfred G Hawkins, Councillor 1947-1961, Mayor 1962-1963.'
The plinth was very high, presumably to stop the feckless from climbing all over it.
"Hold tight," I warned, then grasping Nina under her arms, surprised by how hot her body felt. She was so light that it was no great effort to lift her up until she was sitting on the plinth, her pussy at just the right height as I stood there.
We had attracted the attention of the other girls, and they wandered over to see what we were doing. I grasped Nina's hips and slid her forwards until her buttocks were right on the edge on the plinth, then I parted her nicely-toned thighs as widely as I could, again surprised by the warmth.
"Remember, if her hymen's intact, it stays that way," insisted Sara.
"Are you going to stick your finger in?" asked the informative brunette.
"No, I'm going to use my tongue." The girls laughed, assuming I was joking. Despite their sassy attitudes, they seemed to be woefully uninformed about sexual practices.
I stood between Nina's thighs so she couldn't close her legs, leaned forwards and planted a kiss on her slit. There was a collective gasp from the watching girls, plus a disgusted 'Ewwwww!' from the second youngest girl present, a slightly chubby brunette perhaps a year older than Nina and the girl who would have been my second choice. Nina instinctively tried to close her legs but her thighs were thwarted by my shoulders.
The first taste wasn't exactly wonderful. Nina was a tomboy who had been probably been playing outside in the sun all day, and she was too young to be particularly concerned about feminine hygiene. She tasted of stale sweat and pee. I cured that problem with a couple of judicious strokes of my tongue, eliciting a nervous giggle from her.
I pushed Nina's chest back until she was half-lying, her back supported by one of Alfred G Hawkins' legs. Using my fingers, I gently peeled open those puffy outer lips, exposing her thin, immature inner labia. The other girls were now crowding round so they could see. I readjusted my fingers to hold open the inner labia, and the light was good enough to expose the translucent pale pink membrane just inside the entrance to Nina's vagina.
"Nina's a virgin, her hymen's intact," I pointed out for the benefit of those girls who couldn't see. No doubt there would be lots of self- exploration later using hand-mirrors, in the privacy of bedrooms
"So you can't fuck her then!" proclaimed Sara triumphantly.
"Oh yes I can. I only promised to leave her hymen intact, I didn't promise not to fuck her."
"But how ...?"
"You'll see."
One of the vodkas bottles was passing in range so I reached out and intercepted it.
"Have another swig," I ordered Nina.
This time it was only followed by a faint cough. I put the bottle back into circulation.
I returned my attention to Nina's pussy, and this time licked inside, encountering only stale, dry skin. I gradually worked my way upwards until I reached Nina's clitoral hood. There was no immediate evidence of her clitoris, but after employing the tip of my tongue to do some gentle teasing of the area where it should have been, it belatedly put in an appearance, a tiny lump hardly bigger than the head of a large pin.
As I teased the tiny immature nodule with the faintest of touches from the tip of my tongue, I heard Nina's breathing change to deep, guttural pants.
"Please stop," Nina begged, "I'm going to pee."
I had to interrupt what I was doing in order to reply. "That's okay, just relax and let it happened."
I resumed teasing Nina's tiny clit, and suddenly her eyes glazed over, she tensed, then she moaned and shivered. A couple of the older girls gasped with surprise, and I knew they had realised Nina had just had an orgasm.
I gave my tongue a rest until Nina was fully with us again.
"What happened?" she asked. "Did I pee on you? It felt so good."
"No, you didn't pee on me," I reassured her. "You had an orgasm."
Apart from the couple who already knew, the rest of the girls gasped at the revelation, and I guessed that most of them, if not all, had never had an orgasm..
"It was nice. Can you do that again?" asked Nina.
"Sure."
I pried her delicate petals wide apart again, and furling my tongue to a point, I skewered it into the entrance to her vagina until it attained the thin membrane of Nina's hymen. Nina instinctively tensed for a moment, but I knew I hadn't hurt her because I had only applied the faintest of touches. I realised she was slightly moist, and I could taste the saltiness and slight tanginess of her immature, thin, oily lubricatory secretions.
I used my tongue to clean up the scant quantity of Nina's juices from the entrance to her vagina and her inner labia, then returned my attention to her clit. It was ready and waiting for me this time, probably helped by Nina relaxing as the vodka took effect. It wasn't long before Nina tensed again, then was shivering her way through her second orgasm. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned appreciatively.
I looked around as while Nina was returning to planet Earth. Some of the girls had become bored and drifted off. Suddenly I heard a shout in the distance, "Who's for skinny-dipping in the pond?" I recognised the voice of the blonde ringleader.
"But what if HE sees us?" objected another girl, whose voice I didn't recognise.
"So what? What can he do? He can look but he can't touch. Anyway he's only interested in kids," she sneered back.
That earned a chorus of laughs.
"Again?" pleaded Nina, now fully revived.
"Okay," I replied, intercepting a vodka bottle and holding it for her to take.
"Nooo, I meant another orgasm." But she took the bottle and took a swig anyway. She was well on the way to being drunk, just what I wanted.
I passed the bottle back to the audience.
"Whooo Hoooo!" screamed the blonde. I looked round and saw that she was naked and running towards a dark patch. I was pretty sure that was exactly what she wanted to accomplish, making me look at the womanly charms I was missing out on, and I had to admit her figure was spectacular for her age. She reached the edge of the dark patch and threw herself at it, creating a huge splash as she bombed into the water. Now I knew where the water was.
I returned my attention to Nina, inserting my tongue between her defenceless petals and into the entrance of her vagina, again licking up her immature spend. In the distance I heard answering splashes as more and more of the girls joined the blonde ringleader in the pond. Eventually I realised Nina and I were alone; even Sara had abandoned her sister.
I moved my focus higher, up to the tiny clit, prominently begging for attention. With a gentle succession of swipes from the tip of my tongue, I slowly brought Nina to another shivering orgasm.
"Again please!" demanded Nina, after she had recovered.
"No, now it's my turn." My cock had been hard the whole time, and I could feel a soggy patch on the front of my boxers where I had leaked pre-cum.
Realising we were on our own, Nina looked a little scared. "What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
"First we need to find somewhere more suitable." I tugged her into a sitting position, then putting my hands under her armpits, I eased her down onto the ground. I looked around the plaza. There didn't seem to be anything suitable. However there was a fenced-off kid's play area to one side and I thought I saw something which would meet my needs.
I took Nina's little hand in mine and led her over to her abandoned clothes and my carrier bag. I picked them up them headed for the play area.
"Shouldn't we tell someone where we're going," Nina protested.
"It's okay, we're going to the play area. They'll be able to see you."
"Okay, I guess," she reluctantly conceded.
The play area was protected by a stout padlocked wooden gate, but compared to the iron railings it was a piece of cake to clamber over. The play area didn't have its own lighting, but was far from dark because of the plaza lights. I led Nina over to a sort of climbing frame. At various heights there were level platforms, presumably to give the little tykes a breather before climbing higher. One of the platforms was just the right height. It was rubber coated, so it probably wouldn't have been too hard to lie on anyway, but I used Nina's t-shirt and jeans to provide an extra layer. That still didn't seem quite enough, so I took off my own jeans and added them to the covering.
It was now impossible for Nina to miss the tent my cock was making in my boxers. "Is that your willy?" she asked.
"Yes, but the adult name for it is 'cock'."
"It's big, isn't it?"
Actually it wasn't, my cock is a fraction below the standard six inches, but what man doesn't like to have the size of his cock praised!
"That's because I think you're a very sexy little girl."
"Do you really think I'm sexy? I haven't got any boobies yet?" She ran her hands over the tiny bumps, causing my cock to throb at the sight.
"They're just the right size for you, trust me."
I grasped Nina under her armpits again and lifted her onto the platform, even though she was perfectly capable of climbing there herself.
"Lie down, on your side," I instructed. "Now pull your knees up to your chest." After Nina had complied, I slid her towards me slightly so that her narrow, bony hips were right on the edge. She was perfect; her ass was just like a little boy's. The problem with little boys is their dangly bits; it's so much better when there's a nice set of pussy lips instead.
I peeled off my boxers, exposing my rampant cock. Nina gasped. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked nervously.
"I'm going to fuck you with it?"
"But you said you'd leave my hymen intact."
"And I will. I'm going to fuck your ass."
Nina looked at me incredulously. "You mean you're going to stick that where I poop from?"
"Exactly."
"But it will never fit!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure it will."
"Please don't hurt me." Nina's eyes were growing moist, as though she were on the verge of tears.
"I haven't hurt you so far, have I? Besides, you're a very special, sexy little girl and I wouldn't want to hurt you in any way."
The compliment earned me a stay of execution from the threatened tears. And there was more than a grain of truth in what I had said. I was here for a month, so if all went well a repeat might be possible.
I took the bottle of vegetable oil from my carrier bag. '100% rapeseed oil,' ironically stated the ingredients. I broke the protective seal and poured some into a cupped palm. I dipped a couple of fingers in the oil, then touched them against Nina's puckered brown sphincter. She instinctively clenched every muscle in her body, but I had been expecting that. I gently massaged the sphincter and the surrounding flesh with my oily fingers and gradually Nina relaxed.
I took my fingers away to coat them afresh, then reapplied them to Nina's little brown starfish. She flinched for a moment then relaxed again. As I massaged the puckered flesh, I started to press harder and harder against the little opening until, as if by magic, it yielded and the tip of my index finger slid through her smooth ring of muscle.
"Eep," gasped Nina in surprise, clenching her muscles, grasping my finger like a vice.
I didn't try to move my finger for the moment. "That doesn't hurt, does it?"
"I guess not," she reluctantly conceded.
I waited until Nina relaxed her muscles, then gently eased my index finger deeper inside her fiery depths right up to the metacarpal. I slowly moved my finger in and out, getting Nina accustomed to the action. When she seemed fully relaxed and breathing evenly, I pulled my finger out completely. Nina seemed to emit a half-sigh of relief.
I poured some more vegetable oil and relubricated my fingers. I started massaging Nina's little brown starfish again. Nina didn't flinch this time, but she did tense her muscles and draw in her breath. As she relaxed after the initial resumption of contact, I increased the pressure against the tiny portal until it yielded again. This time I slid two fingers in. Nina tensed again, but didn't clamp down on my fingers. I eased them in all the way to the metacarpels then gently finger-fucked her ass.
Again I waited until Nina was fully relaxed, then withdrew both fingers. Nina emitted a small hiss this time. I poured some more vegetable oil and relubricated my fingers. When I pressed them to Nina's puckered starfish again, she knew what to expect and relaxed. This time I managed to slide three fingers inside her. Probably by instinct, she clenched her muscles again, trapping my fingers.
"It feels like I'm doing a poop," she commented.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Not really," she said, although sounding rather more uncertain than the previous time I asked.
I waited long moments for Nina to relax her sphincter. I could hear the uninhibited shouts and splashes of the other girls in the distance, presumably assisted by the effects of the vodka. They had totally forgotten about us.
Eventually the pressure eased and I could move my fingers. I pushed them in as deep as I could get, then gently fucked Nina's ass with them, feeling her relax more and more as she became accustomed to the intrusion.
With the fingers of my spare hand I sought out Nina's pussy, rubbing it gently. When I moved my fingers upwards to her clitoral hood I had a surprise - I could feel a little tiny lump with the tip of my finger. Nina was actually enjoying this! In sync with finger-fucking Nina's ass, I gently stroked the little lump with the faintest of touches. I quickly had Nina tensing, then shivering and moaning through her biggest orgasm yet, her sphincter clenching rhythmically round my invading fingers.
As Nina lay there, relaxed from her orgasm, I decided the time was ripe. My cock had been rock hard and weeping precum the whole time and it was ready for action. I pulled my fingers out, noting with some satisfaction that the little brown starfish took some time to close up completely. I poured some more vegetable oil, this time liberally coating my cock with it.
I positioned the head of my cock to Nina's little brown pucker and pushed. Still nice and relaxed from the orgasm, she didn't resist. Despite the fit being tighter than I expected, since she had readily accepted three fingers, the head slid through the circle of muscle.
Sensing the larger intrusion, Nina clenched her muscles, trapping the head of my cock inside her. The fiery heat and pressure were more than I could stand, and although I tried to resist by clenching my own muscles, my cock throbbed uncontrollably as it fired spurt after spurt of cum into Nina's rectum. I groaned with disappointment; I had wanted to last much longer.
"I can feel something squirting," she observed in an alarmed tone. "Are you peeing inside me?"
"No," I said, when I could speak again. "That was my sperm. You know, the stuff that helps to make babies."
"Oh!" Nina giggled, causing delicious sensations to flood through my cock, which somehow had staying hard. "It won't find any eggs up there." At least she had some knowledge of human reproduction.
Perhaps it was the tightness of Nina's sphincter trapping the blood inside, or perhaps it was my darkest fantasy happening in real life, but although I felt no immediate urge to cum again anytime soon, my cock was still rock hard. I grasped her bony hips firmly and pushed, forcing my oily cock deeper into her fiery depths. Nina gasped with surprise.
I was over halfway in, rather deeper than I'd managed with my fingers, when Nina started whimpering, rocking her hips and clenching and unclenching her sphincter muscle. "I feel so full, I'm going to poop. I can't hold it in," she whined.
"That's okay, just relax and let it happen."
I pushed gently whenever Nina unclenched her sphincter so my cock was still burrowing deeper but much slower than before. Suddenly she clenched her sphincter very hard, but only for a couple of seconds. The walls of her rectum started spasming round my cock, then she instinctively pushed out with all her might to try to evacuate her bowels. As her sphincter relaxed completely I pushed in and my cock slid in up to the hilt, my balls pressing against one of her cool buttocks.
"It hurts," she whimpered, holding her hands against her tummy.
I savoured the feelings for several moments - the fiery, moist heat of Nina's bowels and the tight ring of muscle round the base of my cock - and felt my arousal growing again. I thought I might be able to cum again fairly soon. Very slowly I pulled my cock out of Nina's rectum until only the head was still embedded, then rather faster I pushed all the way back in, forcing my way through any sphincter clenches now that I knew she could take my full length. I built up a steady rhythm, fucking her gently but deeply, my still hard cock showing its appreciation by seeming to swell even more.
Nina just lay there, trying to keep her muscles relaxed, and groaning every time I achieved full penetration. I couldn't fuck her fast, she was far too tight for that, but I needed extra stimulation from somewhere. No longer needing to grasp her hips tightly to force my cock in, I used a hand to search for Nina's clit again. To my surprise, despite her evident signs of discomfort, the tiny little glans was tangibly aroused.
With the faintest of touches, I teased the little nubbin with the tip of a finger, keeping in sync with my sawing in and out of Nina's rectum. I heard her breathing deepen, signalling that she was getting close, and my groin started to tighten as I grew close too. Suddenly she peaked, tensing, then shivering her way through another orgasm. The rhythmic clenching of Nina's sphincter round my cock and the fluttering walls of her rectum were enough to send me over the top too. Insensitive to Nina's comfort, I thrust in hard all the way then my cock pulsed spurt after spurt of cum deep into her bowels.
I hadn't realised I was panting hard, but as it died away I could hear Nina was sobbing quietly. I gently stroked her silky smooth hair. "It's okay, it's all over now," I tried to soothe her gently.
"My tummy hurts. I hate you," she gritted in response.
Just then there was a loud gurgling from Nina's tummy, and my cock was engulfed in something hot, moist and sticky. I realised that when I took my cock out it was going to get messy, but for the moment my semi-erect member was still making an effective plug.
I thought quickly, and decided the pond was the best option. I pulled off my t-shirt, then one leg at a time I lifted a foot and kicked off a trainer. Then I took off Nina's trainers too so we were both completely naked, dumping everything in a pile at the foot of the climbing frame.
Still conjoined, I lifted Nina off the platform. She wanted to stay bent double and clutching her aching tummy, but I twisted her round so that her hot little body was flat against mine, her head resting on my chest, with my hands forming a seat under her buttocks. "Hold tight," I warned her, causing her to stretch her arms out and link her hands round the back of my neck.
I made my way towards the pond, having a hairy moment when I had to clamber over the gate with Nina still in my arms. I tried to keep some distance between us and the other girls, who were still splashing around and having fun, and it helped that there was no moon and we were some way from the bright lights of the plaza. At the edge I dipped my foot into the unknown. It was surprisingly warm, and to my relief I felt sloping concrete. The pond was completely artificial so I wouldn't be any wading through rancid mud, at least not near the edge.
I waded out until the water was up to my thighs. I bent down into a squatting position, then lifted Nina off my cock - fortunately it slid out easily. I heard the contents of Nina's bowels splatter into the water, followed by a loud, rasping fart.
"Can you stand?" I asked her. She nodded, and straightened her legs. I put her on her feet then waded out until I was waste deep.
My cock was now flaccid, and I washed it as thoroughly as I could, not wanting any faecal material still present when I got dressed. I felt pressure in my bladder and looked around for a suitable spot to pee, then I laughed at myself and let rip into the water where I was standing. With geese honking over the far side and what Nina had just jettisoned, I didn't think a little pee would seriously compromise the hygiene.
I resolved to take a shower as soon as I got back to my aunt and uncle's house, but since I was as clean as I was going to get for the moment, I wanted to get out of the water and dressed as quickly as possible in case the other girls spotted us. I made my way back to Nina, and found her hunched over and holding her tummy with both hands.
"May I wash you?" I asked, feeling a little guilty. Nina nodded assent, so I gently cupped water with my hands and rubbed it over her lower body. I tried not to think about the sticky stuff smeared round her anus, but I washed it off as gently as I could, feeling relief that her sphincter seemed to have closed. When I had finished she farted, fortunately a dry fart, and instinctively giggled.
"Come on, let's get out and get dressed," I suggested, taking Nina's tiny hand in mine and starting to lead her out of the pond.
Just as I thought I had got away without being noticed, one of the girls spotted us and called out, "Hey, Nina and her boyfriend are in the pond." It sounded like the knowledgeable brunette.
Not wanting to drag Nina, I maintained a steady pace towards the edge of the pond, but the girls were much faster.
"Oh look, he's naked." "Ewww, he's all hairy down there." "Look at his tiny little willy."
I'm pretty sure whoever made that last remark hadn't had a good view because it was quite dark, I was facing towards the edge, and the majority of the girls were staying deep enough to keep their own charms covered. As Nina and I strolled out of the pond, the other girls stayed behind, although they undoubtedly got a reasonable view of my butt. Nina walked normally, so her stomach ache must have eased.
"What do you use to dry yourselves?" I asked Nina as we clambered into the play area. Although the evening was still warm, I could feel the chill as the water evaporated from my body.
"I use my top."
When we reached the climbing frame, Nina grabbed her t-shirt and wiped herself dry. It seemed like a good idea, so I used mine the same way. Then Nina put on her panties, jeans and trainers. She wrung her t-shirt but no water came out, then she slipped it on. Her tiny little button breasts and nipples poked through where the damp cotton stuck to her body and I felt a pang of regret that I hadn't paid them any attention..
"It soon warms up and dries," she informed me.
I did the same, only my t-shirt was a lot wetter afterwards, and when I wrung it out a few drops of water appeared. The chill as I put on the wet t-shirt made me shiver.
I put the remnants of the bottle of vegetable oil back in the carrier bag with my milk, then we set off back in the direction of the pond to rejoin the other girls.
"Feeling better now?" I asked as we walked.
"My tummy and poop-hole ache," Nina whined. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."
"I'm sorry. You're such a sexy little girl I couldn't hold back."
We climbed over the wooden gate and made our way towards the edge of the pond. The other girls had followed us out, and were mostly already dressed. The ones who weren't rapidly threw on their remaining clothes as we approached without bothering to dry themselves properly, even though I couldn't have seen much in the dark.
"Here she is, well fucked but hymen intact," I announced.
"But how ...?" questioned Sara, glaring at me.
"He stuck it up my poop hole. He thinks I'm so sexy he ejaculated twice," boasted Nina, deliberately intending to piss off her sister. Fortunately Nina was slightly drunk and missed the fact that her statement eliciting expressions more of disgust than envy from the others.
"So why are there no boys here?" I asked the question that had been bothering me since I first encountered the girls.
"There was nothing for kids around here," volunteered the knowledgeable brunette. "The council thought about a youth club but couldn't afford it. Instead they negotiated with a number of local clubs. Every Tuesday it's 'Juniors Night' at the local snooker club and all the boys go there. Every Wednesday we go dancing, so only boys are here."
"So if I were to turn up next Tuesday with two more bottles of vodka, we could do the same again?" I asked, staring at Nina challengingly.
"I guess ..." she faltered.
"Friday night is kids' five-a-side football on the leisure centre all-weather pitch," volunteered the knowledgeable brunette. "So it'll be just us girls here again."
That sounded even better, but Nina looked horrified. It would probably be too soon to fuck Nina's ass again, but then it might be fun to ramp up the sibling rivalry by fucking her sister instead.
"That's a date then. Well, I'd better be getting my milk home. I hope you enjoyed the vodka. Be seeing you," I said, turning back towards the plaza and the boundary fence.
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