Johnny Meets His Match6-year-old Johnny walked through the white gates of the park. He was wearing a long-sleeved brown shirt with a pair of baggy, blue sweatpants and white sneakers. His dick put a thick bulge in his left pants leg that ended near his shin. His ball sack could not fit into his underwear, so he elected not to wear any.
His father was at work, and his mother was visiting some friends. As he often did when he was alone, he decided to go for a walk and hopefully find someone to "play with". As he strolled down the tarmac path, he received the usual comments and stares.
"Mommy, look at his pants!" a younger redhead exclaimed with a finger point as she walked by.
"Bethany!" the short-haired woman holding her hand scolded.
Johnny looked back to see the girl trying to turn her body around while her mother kept walking. After a brief smile at her, he continued his stroll.
A middle-aged couple were jogging in his direction. Stepping onto the grass, they opened a path for him.
The ponytailed woman turned her head nearly 180 degrees and dropped her jaw. As a result, she nearly bumped into the man beside her.
Johnny continued to walk toward the playground.
Reactions on the playground were no different. Girls of all ages eyed Johnny as he sailed back and forth on the swings, his cock leading the way. Even the parents watched him, their eyes on his oversized flesh. Husbands and boyfriends gave him dirty looks.
When Johnny was done, he slowed to a stop and stood up. He headed for the sliding board when he noticed the girl sitting on the wooden bench in the park.
The redhead was wearing a yellow shirt with a white skirt. The hem of the skirt ended at her kneecaps. Her pale legs were kicking slowly, occasionally scraping the soles of her yellow sandals along the grass.
What mainly caught Johnny's eye was the girl's upper body. The top of her shirt was bulging forth and around the sides as if she was hiding something inside. Something like a short barbell.
Johnny blinked in disbelief as a thought of what that "something" may be ran laps through his mind. Curiously, he approached the girl. By the time he got halfway there, his suspicions were confirmed.
"Hi," he smiled, subtly looking down the neck of her dress.
"Ha..." The girl gawked at the thick bulge in her visitor's sweatpants and let her mouth hang open. Skillfully regaining her composure, she looked at his face. "Heey," she greeted excitedly. "Her eyes drifted downward. "Is that really your...?"
"Yeah. Are those," he pointed at each breast in turn. "real?"
"Uh-huh." With a boastful smirk, the girl stood and mashed her mammaries together, then leaned forth. Johnny enjoyed the view of even more upper skin through her drawn-out collar. Next, she stuck her tongue into the opening of her shirt and licked the top of her left tit. She then straightened up and let her tits jiggle back into their round shape. "My name's Amanda."
"I'm Johnny," he replied with an eager smile.
"Johnny, wanna go someplace quieter?"
"Yeah."
The two of them looked for somewhere to go. From where they were located, they could see several short hills. Without mentioning it, they headed that way.
Amanda's breasts bounced with every step she took. Her shirt outlined them impressively, forming a pair of spheres the size of small volleyballs. The yellow garment looked like it would burst open at any moment.
They made it to a grassy slope, which had a tree on top. Its leaves provided much shade. The handful of people who were there were laying in the grass several yards away, where they most likely wouldn't disturb the kids.
Amanda leaned against the tree and slid down. The massive flesh of her round tits jiggled heavily when she fell on her butt. She then sat Indian-style, allowing her tits to rest on her lap.
Johnny palmed the tree and stretched his left pant leg out so it could carry his dick that way. Bending his right knee, he carefully sunk down until he could sit with both legs straight out.
"Whoa," Amanda commented. "It must be rough having to do that whenever you gotta sit down."
"Yeah," Johnny replied with a nod. "It really hurts my balls sometimes."
They laughed.
"Let me see your dick."
Propping himself against the tree, Johnny stood up. Looking down at his new friend, he pulled down his sweatpants. Raising his legs one at a time, he pushed the pants down to his ankles and stepped out. There he stood with only a shirt covering him in a public park.
With a smile of approval, the girl took in every detail of her new friend's dick. The way the veins pulsed along the sides. The mushroom-shaped head that was already wet. The fact that the whole thing was almost as big as her. And the hairless sack that drooped mere inches from the ground.
Gripping the hem, Amanda lifted her shirt, unintentionally raising her breasts as she did. Her left tit plopped down to her exposed belly. Following its twin, the right tit sprung free, making it easier for the girl to get the shirt over her head and off.
Each mammary was roughly the size of a little balloon. They reached down to where her outie belly button was between them. The pink areola had the diameter of checkers and long, hard nipples that were more like screws. It was a wonder how the skinny 6-year-old body could hold them, let alone have them.
Hands on her hips, Amanda grinned confidently at her tits, then at Johnny.
"You like?" she asked.
Johnny eyed each breast in turn as if trying to decide which he should choose.
The girl put an end to his stalling by grabbing both of his hands and clapping them onto her breasts. A gasp came from her when he touched her nipples. She then let him go to do his own exploring.
And explore, Johnny did. He started off by squeezing the titties. They were incredibly soft, in contrast to the stony nipples he brushed by with his palms. Next, he repeatedly lifted the tits as if he was trying to guess their weight.
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