Our town, the town in which I grew up during the 1940s and 50s, was fairly large, population of 25 to 30,000, considering its primary economy was based of farming and ranching. There was a nearby large air force base which contributed significantly to the economy and population, and it was the marketing hub for at least a 50-mile radius surrounding the town. The town had 3 neighborhood parks as well as a large downtown park, plus 3 public neighborhood swimming pools, all of which were well-maintained because they were well-used. There were perhaps a dozen public elementary schools feeding into 3 junior high schools which in turn fed into one central high school. And of course there were at least 2 dozen churches as well as more than a half dozen movie houses, plus all the eateries, gasoline stations, grocery stores, department stores, etc. necessary to service and accommodate the town.

The west side of town was my family's neighborhood, and it was well defined by its own neighborhood park, swimming pool, branch library, schools, shopping, and so on. The houses of my married siblings were clustered there, each no more than a 5- to 10-minute walk from any of the others. We had what we considered to be our grocery stores, drug stores (we didn't call them pharmacies then), churches, movie houses, candy stores, various businesses, and schools that we considered distinct from other neighborhoods. The other neighborhoods were the same way, and as a kid I can only recall a couple of friends who lived outside our neighborhood.

Like everywhere else in post-war America, there were kids everywhere. All kids played outside all the time, summer and winter, and for people born after the 1960s, it would be difficult to imagine the sheer quantity of kids you would see everywhere you looked. No parents wanted their kids inside the house after breakfast; mothers were more than busy taking care of infants without the additional burden of worrying with kids inside the house.

Where kids played was relatively unimportant. You could play in your own yard, your friend's yard, go down to the park, or take off into the countryside, it didn't matter as long as you were back home when you were supposed to be. Mothers didn't worry unless you were late getting home for a meal or for bed. No one telephoned home to say where they were because the widespread availability of telephones was just beginning, and at any rate telephones were for adults, not children. It would be completely normal for, say, an eight-year old girl to pop into the house to don her bathing suit before announcing to her mother on the way out the door that she was going to the swimming pool to join friends. If she didn't encounter her mother before running out the door, then she went without telling and that was perfectly okay.

Parental concerns over child predators was simply non-existent. Never once while growing up did I or anyone I knew hear a word about child molestation. I don't recall concepts like a child predator and molester even existing then. It happened, we all knew that and most of us experienced it in one form or another, but it wasn't thought of in the manner it is today. If a grownup scared a child or worse, harmed one, then that was a bad thing subject to some type of retribution, criminal or otherwise, but unless it involved rape and/or serious bruising, it was not considered that big of a deal. A man might force sexual play on to a little girl which would scare her, but unless he actually harmed her, that would be the end of it. If she knew the man and he kept doing it, then she might tell her parents, at which point her stern father would say, "I'll take care of it." As kids, we wouldn't know whether the father simply threatened the man or beat him with a baseball bat; all we knew is the man stopped doing it. Involving the police was very much a last resort; nobody wanted the neighbors seeing a police car at their house. The worst story I recall from my childhood demonstrates this.

A pretty little 10- or 11-year old blond-haired girl named Lulu Blanks was headed home through the park one night when she encountered three drunken young airmen from the air force base who raped her repeatedly. When she got home, her parents, rather than calling the police, took her to the police station to report it. When the police arrested the young men, they were turned over to the military police, tried in a military court, and sent to a military prison. The incident was not reported in the local newspaper. Lulu's parents did not want anyone knowing what had happened to her so with the cooperation of the police and the press, they managed to hush it up. It was a trauma for Lulu, of course, but after a few days she was back at the park playing.

This is the only incident like that I know from my childhood. Today you can hardly open the newspaper without seeing a few stories of men harming kids. I do think more kids get harmed today than back in my childhood, but I think the reason is the buildup of sexual frustration today. There have always been men who are attracted to kids, but back then it wasn't such a problem because of the availability of kids to play with sexually. Today such men sit watching child porn until their level of frustration reaches a breaking point and trouble begins. In my day, these same men could find relief almost anywhere without need of resorting to force.


Our neighborhood was proud of our park, and we took care of it, even the kids; we all thought we had the best one in town. The park lay between two widely spaced streets and stretched three blocks long. Inside the park was covered with large trees along with gardens and foliage, with meandering concrete and gravel walks throughout wide enough for both pedestrian and bicycle traffic. Along the walks were park benches and water fountains. Even on the hottest summer days, it always felt cool inside the park. Entering the park was like entering a magic garden.

On any decent day, our park was full of kids. Mothers might bring kids 4 years old or younger unless there was an older sibling, but for 5-year olds and older, we came on our own to play unsupervised. A pretty day might see 50 or 60 kids playing throughout the park, maybe more, along with a few mothers sitting on benches reading or talking with one another while their little ones played in the huge sand box. People were constantly in the park, old men out for a stroll, business people and delivery men cutting through the park, folks jogging or walking for exercise; the park was well-used by the entire neighborhood.

At the far end of the park were lighted basketball and tennis courts along with a grass field as large as a football field where you could play catch, fly kites, or play pick-up sports games. Beside the field were several baseball diamonds, kid-sized rather than full-sized. Toward the middle of the park was the kids' playground, a separated area with swing sets and seesaws, carousel, monkey bars and jungle jim, plus the large sandbox for the little ones which was around 50 feet wide by 100 feet long, contained by a low wall which was capped on top by a narrow seat board. A concrete building housing the public restrooms bordered and faced the playground. There was a men's and ladies' restroom, the doors of which opened toward each other in the inset alcove separating the two restrooms, and in the middle of the alcove attached to the wall was a drinking fountain. Back behind the restrooms was a small building which housed the water well serving the park, and this little building was also available for privacy when needed. The water well building had an outside hose bib with a hose attached where the kids could wash cum out of their hair and clothes, even strip naked and wash the cum off of their bodies if need be. No one wanted their mommy to smell them reeking of cum.

The playground was where the men came who wanted to play with kids. I don't know when this activity began, of men coming to the playground to play with kids, but it was flourishing by the time of my first memories of the park. Joy began taking me to the park when she was 5 and I was still just 2. She would leave me to play with the other toddlers in the sandbox while she joined her friends on the swings or seesaws. A man would come into the playground to tease with the girls, laughing and clowning as he sought out one to play with. If he was a regular the kids knew and liked, they might come running, jumping up into his arms for him to hug and spin around. Sometimes he would push kids on the swings, or twirl the carousel as a bunch of laughing kids hung on for dear life. Sooner or later he would lead one of the girls, giggling shyly, into the restroom where they would stay for a while, and when they came out, the girl would go running back to her friends while the man left the playground, waving goodbyes to the girls as he walked away.

The men came with varied tastes, some looking for little ones and some bigger kids, some liking boys and some only interested in little girls. They enjoyed the variety the playground had to offer and took advantage of it, sampling all the various choices. The girls usually played in small cliques of 3 or 4, and they took turns deciding who would make herself available for play, often by the girl walking out to meet the man coming up. It was fraught with excitement and shyness and embarrassment, and often the girl's friends would have to double-dare the girl, egging her on to go with the man. Looks mattered, and a pretty little 9- or 10-year old could demand as much as two dollars before she would agree to accompany a man into the restroom.

During the summer months, it was not unusual for 3 or 4 men to be in the playground at once, talking and playing with different groups of kids. Some men would lead several of the younger ones, mostly 4- and 5-year olds, behind the restrooms; if both restrooms were busy a man might lead a kid to the well house or into the bushes or even to an automobile parked nearby. Particularly when no moms were around watching their little ones, men would come up to kneel by the side of the sandbox, calling the little ones over to him.


I was 4, playing in the sandbox with a little girl my age named Emmy whose big sister was a friend of Joy. We had taken over a far corner of the big sandbox and were busy as we could be constructing a little town in the sand, carving out roads and streams, using wood blocks for buildings and cars, twigs for people and foliage from nearby bushes for foliage, when we heard a man's voice say, "My, that's some town you kids are building there." We looked up to see a casually dressed, nice looking older man, his hair beginning to gray, standing beside the sandbox watching us. Emma and I looked up to him, and then at each other, blinking with excitement. It was the first time for both of us, but we knew from friends and older kids what the man was there for, and just like that, we were both tingling and trembling with excitement.

Glancing all around to make sure no one was around, the man stepped inside the sandbox and sat on the bench atop the containing wall, spreading his knees wide and holding his arms out for us to come to him. Shyly, we stood and walked to him, close enough for his hands to encircle us, pulling us firmly up between his legs as we both reached up to hold his shoulder for balance. Glancing around over our heads, he checked once more to make sure no one was around before I felt his hand on my butt, the fingers curling up to press and massage the flesh through my play shorts, and simultaneously I saw his other hand go up under Emma's play dress to squeeze into her butt cheeks through her panties. "I don't think I know you two kids," he said amiably as his hands and fingers explored our butts. "I'm Henry. What are your names?" he asked, looking at Emmy.

With her chin dipping down bashfully, little Emmy looked up at him with twinkling eyes. "I'm Emmy," she answered in a coy little voice, adding as she glanced quickly toward me, "and this is Jimmy."

Wrapping both hands around her knees, Henry looked Emmy up and down as his hands slipped up the outside of her legs, telling her, "My goodness, you are a pretty little thing," as the hands slipped underneath the skirt of her play dress to follow on up over the panty-clad hips to her waist. "Did you know that?" he asked, his hands sliding around the smooth nylon panties for his fingers to clench into both her butt cheeks. Blushing lightly, her chin lowered bashfully, Emmy giggled, shaking her head no as her twinkling, excited eyes looked up at Henry.

"Well, you are," Henry laughed, bringing a hand around to push between her knees and lifting it slowly up as his fingers caressed the inside of her thighs. "I bet you're really fun to play with," he said, the top of his hand pushing up into her crotch while his thumb played over her pussy mound. "Aren't you?" he asked, pulling the hand higher for the upper finger to press into her pussy slit through the crotch of her panties and moving it slowly and firmly back and forth.

Emmy laughed, blushing deeper as she glanced quickly to me, twisted her hips back and forth. "I don't know," she answered, laughing.

Henry laughed. "Sure you are, pretty girl," he said. Glancing around over our heads again, he said, "Spread your feet a little for me, will you, honey?"

"Okay," Emmy giggled, stepping her feet a foot or so apart.

"That's a good girl," Henry said, turning his palm up to clamp his hand around her pussy mound. "I want to see how you feel right here, okay?" he said, pulling his fingers higher into the crotch of her panties. "Oh, that feels really nice," Henry said, rubbing his fingers back and forth into the crotch, his middle finger pressing up harder into the pussy slit. He chuckled to Emmy. "I bet it feels good when I rub you like this, doesn't it?"

Emmy laughed as she looked up at him with her twinkling eyes. "You're funny," she said.

"Yes, I am," Henry laughed, his middle finger pressing more firmly into the slit as he stroked. "Lift your skirt so we can see your pretty panties better, okay?" he asked.

"Okay," Emmy giggled, lifting the front of her skirt up to her waist to expose her pretty nylon panties.

"Oh, those are really pretty," Henry said, his fingers feeling over the smooth fabric covering her tummy and hips. "So sexy, aren't they, Jimmy?" he asked, his hand sliding back down over her pussy mound to wrap back around it. "Emmy looks sexy, doesn't she?" he asked me again.

"Uh-huh," I answered, and my eyes really were riveted on Emmy's panties.

"Ouch," Henry said, reaching down to his own crotch where his cock, hanging loosely when he first sat down, had now swollen hard against the bottom of his leg. Working it free with his fingertips, the big cock came up to bulge out his slacks. Emmy and I stared down wide-eyed at the cock under his pants, the thick shaft with its big head now clearly straining against the thin fabric of his slacks. "That's better," Henry said, his thumb and fingertips traveling up and down the shaft through the slacks showing it off as he enjoyed the two of us marveling at it. "I had my cock caught under my leg," he explained. "Isn't that funny?" We laughed, our eyes still locked on the big log inside his pants.

Leaning back, Henry petted the cock as if it were a cat, saying, "Now it feels all better."

We laughed harder this time at his silly charade. "You're funny," I said.

"I know," laughed Henry, "but look how big it is," using his fingers to give up both a very good look at the throbbing cock inside his pants. He squeezed the shaft a few times for our benefit. "It was really hurting trapped under my leg like that." He let us admire it while he checked around over our heads, making sure no one was near.

Returning his attention to Emmy, he said, "Now we better see what you've got in here, sexy girl," hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the panties. With one hand on his shoulder and the other holding the skirt of her play dress firmly against her tummy, Emmy watched as Henry slowly lowered the panties over her hips and down to her knees, exposing her bald little crotch. "Just look what a pretty little pussy you've got here, Emmy," he said, a hand going around to hold her bare butt cheeks in place as he pushed the palm side of his other hand back between her legs, pressing his fingers up against the pussy to show it off. "It really is pretty, honey," he said. "Let's get a better look," he said, glancing around us as he turned her around and wrapping an arm around the tummy bared by Emmy holding the skirt up, pulled her butt cheeks tightly against the cock throbbing beneath his pants before lifting her on up to sit on it, her hand holding Henry's shoulder for balance. With his hands on the sides of Emmy's bare hips, Henry wriggled her down on the cock. "Mmm, your bottom feels good on my cock," he said. "Can you feel it under there?"

"Yeah," Emmy said, giggling and squirming her hips to settle down on the warm cock pushing up underneath her.

Emmy watched as he stripped her panties off over her feet, carefully laying them on his opposite leg before spreading her legs wide apart to expose her slit. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" he asked her, pushing his fingertips into the pussy so that his middle finger could press inside the slit. Bending down, he hugged her tight, kissing her cheek while his finger stroked inside the slit. "Mmm, you feel good, Emmy," he purred in her ear as she watched his fingertip stroking up and down her slit. "You're a hot, sexy girl, did you know that?" Emmy giggled, not taking her eyes off his fingers working in her crotch.

Using his finger and thumb, Henry spread open the lips to expose the glistening pinkness inside, saying, "Look at this pretty pussy Emmy has, Jimmy," reaching out to pull me closer. "Feel of it, Jimmy," he said. "See how nice it feels." Tentatively reaching my hand out, Henry took it and rubbed my fingers into the slit. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Doesn't it feel nice and sexy?"

"Uh-huh," I muttered, giggling as I glanced up to see Emmy watching my fingertips Henry was moving inside her slit.

"Pull your shorts down so Emmy can see what you've got, Jimmy," Henry said, and I dropped down my shorts and underwear to my ankles, exposing my stiff little pecker standing straight out, hard as a stick. Henry laughed, reaching down to fondle the pecker and nut sack. "I can see you like playing with Emmy's pussy," he said, and I laughed, thrusting my hips forward to help him feel of me - it was exciting and felt good.

Letting Emmy slip down over his cock until her feet reached the ground, Henry placed her hand on my pecker, saying, "Play with Jimmy's cock, honey, I know you want to." He laughed as Emmy, shy at first but quickly gaining confidence, began to explore my crotch, first with her fingers and then her entire hands as we giggled, glancing up at each other to make sure what we were doing with each other was okay, laughing to see we were both enjoying our hands on one another's genitals.

Looking around over our heads to make sure no one was around, Henry began undoing his pants. "I guess you kids want to see mine, too, don't you?" Henry said, unzipping and pulling back the pants so he could push his boxer shorts down beneath his balls. He laughed as our mouths fell open, our eyes popping as the big, throbbing cock sprang into view before us. "You kids like looking at this, don't you?" he asked, wrapping a hand around the thick shaft to tug on it a few times. Wrapping his arms around us, he pulled us in closer, saying, "Go ahead and play with it. I know you want to." I reached out, petting the shaft a few times before wrapping my hand around it. Then Emmy reached out to touch, feeling the head with her fingertips before wrapping her hand around it. "That's good, kids," Henry laughed. "Feel of everything, feel all you want." As we played, his hands squeezed into our butt cheeks, his head looking around over us, checking once more.

"Let me show you how it feels," Henry said, and pulling me into him, he lifted me by my butt cheeks until my pecker was pressing into the hot shaft and then with a hand on my butt while the other encircled my waist, tugging me tightly against the big cock pressing against my tummy, he rocked me up and down, the heat of the cock radiating into my tummy. My arms held tightly around his neck as he pumped me up and down, my face pressed against his cheek, and I could feel him breathing fast. "Do you like this?" he asked, kissing my cheek. "It feels nice and hot, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," I said. I liked the feel of the big, hot cock pressing into me. "Good boy," he murmured in my ear, kissing it before moving down to kiss my lips. "Now give me a good kiss, sexy boy," he said, and wrapping my arms as tightly around his neck as I could, I pressed my lips into his, holding it while I felt his hands clenching deep into my butt cheeks, pulling me hard into the hot, pulsing cock. It felt so good.

"Now your turn," he said, lowering me back down and reaching for Emmy. His tongue flicked over his dry lips as his lust-filled eyes looked down on her, his fingers clenched into her firm butt cheeks while his fingertips found her slit again and pressed inside. "Are you ready, sexy girl?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," Emmy answered, trying to giggle as her excited little chest pumped fast.

"Hold your dress high," Henry said, and Emmy pulled the dress up to her chest as his hands clenching her butt cheeks pulled her body up over the hard cock until her pussy was halfway up the shaft and they were face to face with Emmy's arms wrapped around Henry's neck. Henry looked over the flushed, excited face smiling up at him. "Are you having fun, baby?"

"Uh-huh," Emmy giggled, squirming her hips as she felt the hot cock pressing into her. Henry's hands on her butt cheeks pulled her body more tightly into the cock. "Do you like how my cock feels on your tummy?"

"Yeah," Emmy answered laughing.

Henry laughed, bending to kiss her lips. "You're one hot, sexy little whore, aren't you, Emmy?" he laughed, and Emmy giggled, looking up seductively. Henry began moving her pussy mound up and down his shaft. "Oh, you feel good, baby," Henry said, kissing her cheeks. "Now give me a big kiss like Jimmy did while I fuck your pussy, okay?"

"Okay," Emmy laughed, and pulling her arms tightly around Henry's neck planted her lips on his as Henry's arm around her waist pulled her tightly into him and his hand clenching her butt cheeks began rocking her up and down the throbbing shaft.

I could see Henry was beginning to breathe really fast now, and his body was beginning to tremble slightly. His hand went up to hold Emmy's head as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Emmy fought when she felt it, trying to push back but Henry's hand held her head in place, and then she accepted it, wrapping her arms back around Henry's head as her tongue began to play with his.

Henry was shaking hard now, and suddenly he said, "Oh fuck, you're making me cum." Standing Emmy quickly in front of him, his hand frantically clamping her butt cheeks to hold her in place as he aimed the big cock into Emmy's pussy mound, groaning loudly and shaking as the first big glob of cum belched out, splashing into her crotch. "I'm cumming in your cunt, baby girl," he panted, and seizing up and shaking, Henry groaned again as a second load erupted to splash her pussy mound. "Fuck me good, baby," he moaned, and again seized up shaking and shot another load on her. Clamping his fist tightly around the cock, holding in the next eruption, he moved Emmy back and grabbed me, pulling me by the butt cheeks to hold in front of the cock. "You want some of this, big boy?" he asked, and relaxing his grip on the cock groaned as the next load of steaming white cum exploded into my pecker and nut sack. "You like that, sweet boy?" he asked, and shaking and groaning shot the next load into me. "My little fuck boy," he gasped, shaking hard, and groaned out another load on to me.

The velocity of the big globs was gone now as cum continued to bubble out of the cock. Pulling my head down, he stuck the head of the cock against my mouth, demanding, "Lick it for me, sweet boy." Watching my tongue licking the cum into my mouth, he murmured, "Good boy," and with his hand on the back of my head rammed the cock into my mouth, saying, "Suck it for me, suck it all out." Watching my cheeks suck in as I wrapped my lips tightly around the big head, he tussled my hair, saying, "What a sweet little cock sucker you are, Jimmy."

Lifting my head up to his face, Henry kissed my lips and asked, "Did you like that? Was it fun sucking on it?"

"Yeah," I laughed. I liked sucking on Mr. Goshen's cock, and this was even more fun.

"Next time I'll let you suck on it all you want," he said, reaching his hand down to smear the globs of cum all over my pecker and nut sack. "Would you like that?" he asked as his hand rubbed the cum over my crotch.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.

"Good boy," Henry laughed, moving me over to pull Emmy to him and kiss her as his hand began smearing the cum over her crotch. "Was that fun, Emmy?" he asked. "Did you have fun?"

"Uh-huh," Emmy laughed, watching his hand rubbing the cum.

Wiping up a glob of cum on to his forefinger, Henry said, "Let's get some cum in your pussy, okay? A girl hasn't been fucked good unless she's got cum in her pussy."

"Okay," Emmy laughed, spreading her knee out to help and watching his finger press up inside her pussy slit.

"There, that's better," he said. Laughing, he added, "Now you know you've been fucked, right?"

"Right," Emmy mimicked, not understanding his meaning but laughing as she looked back up to Henry, and he kissed her. "Now, hop up here, pretty girl," he said, lifting her to sit on his leg. "Let's get your panties back on," and taking the panties from his leg he helped her get them on and straighten her play dress as I pulled my underwear and shorts up.

Henry held the softening cock up for us. "Say goodbye to your new friends," he said to it laughing, and began pulling his clothes back up as we laughed at his joke. When he had finished, Henry stood, straightening his clothes. "Did you kids have a good time?" he asked, fishing down into his pocket for his change.

"Yeah," we both answered, laughing.

"You're good kids," Henry laughed, handing each of us a nickel. "Now go buy yourselves a cold soda pop," he said. Sitting back down, he gave us each a hug and kiss before standing to leave. "I'll see you both soon and we'll play some more, okay?" he said, walking away.

"Okay," we yelled, waving as he left. We stood waving goodbye as Henry left, and then went to find our big sisters to show them the money we had earned.


12-year old Elizabeth was in charge of the playground. My memory plays tricks with me here, because from the time I first began going to the park until I was probably 8 or 9, I remember Elizabeth as being about 12 years old. I know that can't be right, but it is my mental image of her. Elizabeth was a take-charge kind of girl. Nobody ever appointed her, but none of us doubted the playground belonged to the care and maintenance of Elizabeth. Whenever someone was hurt, or misbehaved, or simply something went awry, Elizabeth was there to take care of it.

One of the things Elizabeth took care of was the men who came to the playground. If they didn't behave properly, Elizabeth saw to it that they promptly left, persona non grata. Most of the men coming into the playground we all knew: some came practically daily; some once a week or only once in a while, but we knew and trusted them. Occasionally we had a new man show up, and he needed to know the rules of the playground. Elizabeth considered that her job. She would watch a new man entering the playground. Sometimes he was simply a dad coming to get his child, but it didn't take long to see his intentions. Once she knew he was after fun with the kids, Elizabeth would approach him and explain how it was done. She expected the man to have the correct money in his pocket when he got there, and she expected him to pay her a little something from time to time for her services in maintaining order. She was good at it; we never had any problems at the playground.

One of the smaller kids ran to Elizabeth. "There's a man at the restrooms acting funny," she announced breathlessly. Coming around the corner of the restrooms, she encountered a man hiding in the restroom alcove with his pants down around his thighs jacking off for the kids playing on the jungle jim. Seeing Elizabeth, he was mortified, frozen before suddenly jerking up his pants, covered in embarrassment. "You're scaring the kids," Elizabeth sternly told him. "If you want to play with the kids here, you have to do it the right way." She looked at him standing dumfounded, his mouth hanging half-open. "Well," Elizabeth asked impatiently, "do you want to play with the kids?"

Blinking, the man swallowed hard, staring in amazement at Elizabeth. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I guess so."

"Good," Elizabeth said. "Then the first thing you need to do is give me a dollar. You need to give me a dollar every month you come here." She stood waiting. "Well?" she asked.

"Uh, okay," the man said, clumsily digging out his wallet to hand over his dollar.

"Good," Elizabeth said. "Now how many nickels do you have in your pocket?" Quickly the man dug his change from his pocket, holding it out to Elizabeth, who looked through it briefly. "That's good," she said. "Now come with me," heading toward the jungle jim where with the man following meekly behind. "How many want to make a nickel watching this man play with himself?" she asked the 4 little 4- to 6-year olds then playing on the structure. "Me, me," all 4 cried out, scrambling down to the ground.

"Good," Elizabeth said, leading the kids with the man following out of sight behind the restrooms. To the man, she said, "Now you can take your pants down." He stood looking at her unbelievably. Elizabeth laughed. "We've all seen them before," she said. "Go ahead, hurry up." The man stood a moment longer before recovering his wits and carefully lowering his pants back down around his thighs, exposing his now limp cock. To the kids, Elizabeth asked, "Who wants to touch it?" The kids edged closer, carefully reaching out to pet the cock, giggling and laughing as they did.

Elizabeth stood back as the cock began to swell and gradually the man lost himself in sexual lust, feeling the kids up as he pumped his cock harder and faster until with a groan, cum began spewing out, splashing down over the squealing, laughing kids. Laughing as she returned to the man, Elizabeth asked, "Did you like that? Was it fun?"

His knees were shaking as he leaned against the restroom wall for support. "Yeah, it was," he admitted.

"Then give them their nickel," Elizabeth ordered. "Always bring the right money with you when you come to the playground," she advised as the man passed out the nickels.


Joy sat in the grass with a couple of her friends, 3 little7-year olds playing dolls. When the war ended, a new doll topped every little girl's Christmas list. Girls like Joy had never known anything but raggedy cloth dolls, usually hand-me-down dolls at that, so when fancy, realistic looking plastic dolls came on the market after the war, replete with cute little doll clothes to dress them in, girls went crazy for them. Joy's favorite doll was called the Mary-Lu Walker, a "dress me" doll which came with an 8-piece wardrobe: panties and bras, nylon hose, a slip, high heel shoes, pearl earrings, and a couple of cute dresses. Additional clothes were sold separately, and that is one of the reasons Joy was always at the playground, to earn money to buy more doll clothes. Many of the little girls went to the park to earn money for doll clothes. Mothers didn't like wasting necessary household money on doll clothes, so the little girls would go to the playground, to let the men take them into the restrooms so they could earn money to buy doll clothes. You could never have enough doll clothes, so a little girl like Joy would let as many men have her as she could, and she would do her best to please them so they would come back to her for more.

Looking up to see a nicely dressed man in his 30s walking toward them, the girls buzzed with excitement. New doll clothes were coming up! The girls recognized the man as the father of one of the kids in school, a cute, petite little 4th grader with short brunette hair. They giggled with excitement and blushed, watching him look them over as he walked up. Kneeling before Joy, the man said, "Hi, my name is Dave. You're a pretty little girl. What's your name?"

"Joy," she answered, giggling and scrunching her nose, laughing as she saw her friends laughing as they watched.

"Want to come play with me, Joy?" Dave asked, holding out his hand.

Giggling, Joy looked bashfully toward her laughing friends. "Okay," she laughed, reaching up to take the man's hand. This was not her first time, by any means.

Leading her by the hand into the men's restroom, Dave locked the door behind them. Inside the restroom was a single bare light bulb attached to the middle of the ceiling, a urinal standing beside a single enclosed commode, and about a 4-foot stainless steel lavatory with the sink at the far end and a mirror behind it running the length of the lavatory. Turning to scoop Joy up into his arms, holding her pressed to him, face to face, Dave looked her over. "Now I've got you all to myself, don't I?" he laughed.

"Yeah," Joy laughed, squirming and giggling in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck. At 7, Joy was a little over 4 feet tall and was thin, weighing only about 40 lbs., a nice, comfortable size to fit in the arms of a grown man.

Kissing her cheek, his hand came up under the back of her play dress to feel of her firm, round butt cheeks. "We're going to have fun, aren't we, Joy?" he said, his fingers clenching into the flesh of her butt through her nylon panties.

"Yeah," Joy laughed, squirming her hips at the feel of the hand caressing her bottom.

"Why don't you give me a kiss?" Dave asked. "Do you like to kiss?"

Joy laughed and blushed, squirming more. "I guess so," she admitted, and wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck brought her lips to his.

"Oh, that was sweet," Dave said, giving her another brief kiss while his hand lifted her leg to wrap it around his waist. Joy brought her other leg up to wrap it around, locking her ankles together behind him. With Joy supporting herself, Dave could use both hands to feel over her bare legs. "You've got nice, smooth, velvety skin," he said, watching his fingertips feel over her inner thighs. "I like that. Does your skin feel this good all over your body?"

Joy laughed, blushing at the compliment. "I dunno," she said. "I guess so."

"Let me see," he said, running his hands up her bare back under the play dress. She felt his fingers caressing over her back. "Uh-huh, you feel good there," he said. Sliding his hands around her body, he felt over her tummy and chest. "Very nice," he said as his fingers felt over her, finding her nipples which were just beginning to puff out a little. Pinching them with his forefinger and thumb, he laughed, saying, "You're going to have some titties pretty soon, aren't you, honey?" Joy blushed again, giggling as his fingers rolled the nipples and tugged at them. "They feel good," he said.

"How about here?" he asked, and Joy gasped as he cupped his hand around her pussy mound and squeezed. Rubbing his fingertips against her pussy, he said, "It feels smooth. Is your pussy nice and smooth, Joy?"

Joy flushed with embarrassment, laughing nervously. "I dunno," she answered. "I guess so."

Dave laughed, pressing his fingertips up into her. "You know you do," he said. "I bet you play with it all the time, don't you?" Joy giggled and blushed, shaking her head no, and Dave laughed again. "Sure you do," he said. "Let me see your panties," lifting the skirt of Joy's play dress to expose her sky blue nylon panties, decorated with a lacy rosette on one side. "Wow, so pretty, so sexy," he said, his eyes admiring the panties as his fingers roamed over them. His hands felt around her hips and butt. "They fit you really well, too," he said. "What size are they?"

"Size 6," Joy answered.

He looked at her questioningly. "How old are you?" he asked.

Joy laughed. "I'm 7," she answered. Laughing, she added, "I'm kind of skinny so size 6 still fit me."

"They fit great," he said, still admiring as he felt over them. "I'm going to get some for Darlene." He looked up at Joy. "You know my daughter, Darlene, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Joy answered. "She's really pretty and really nice."

He laughed. "Yes, she is, isn't she?" he said. "What size panties do you think I should get? I want them to fit her like yours do, tight and sexy."

Joy laughed. "I dunno," she answered. "Darlene's 10 but she's not too much bigger than me." Joy thought for a moment. "Maybe size 8?"

"Do you think?" he asked. "They need to fit nice and tight like yours," he said, looking down as his hands felt over Joy's hips and butt again. "I like for her panties to fit tight," he said. "It makes her look hot and sexy." Looking up to Joy as he cupped his hand back tightly around Joy's pussy, he said, "Do you think Darlene looks sexy?"

Joy laughed. "Yeah, she's really cute," she answered.

"I think so, too," he agreed. Laughing, he said, "I bet a lot of men like to take Darlene in here and play with her, don't they?"

Joy laughed. "I dunno," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe," she added and laughed again.

Dave laughed. "She likes it, doesn't she? She likes to take off her clothes so they can look at her body, doesn't she?" He looked up at Joy. "She's getting some nice titties. Have you seen her titties?"

"Yeah," Joy laughed, and catching herself, added, "I mean in her shirt." She laughed again. "I haven't seen her with her shirt off."

Dave laughed. "I'd like to see her naked. She doesn't let me see her naked anymore."

Joy looked puzzled. "How come?" she asked. "You're her daddy," she added to explain her puzzlement. "You can do anything you want."

He laughed. "Does your daddy like to look at you naked, Joy?"

Joy laughed. "No, daddy's gone all the time," she answered. "He drives a truck on the highway all week."

"Oh," Dave said. "Well, would you let him watch if he wanted to?"

"Sure," Joy laughed. "He's my daddy. He can do what he wants."

Dave laughed. "I thought so," he said. "You're a sweet girl." He thought more as he caressed his hands over Joy's body. "I bet Darlene likes the men to get naked, too. I bet she likes looking at their big hard cocks. I bet she loves making men get hard for her, what do you think?"

Joy laughed again. "I dunno," she said, and shrugging her shoulders again, added, "I guess so."

Dave laughed again. "You should ask her," he said. "Ask her if she likes men showing her their big, hard cocks. Ask her if she likes playing with cocks, holding them and biting them. Ask her if she likes sucking on them."

Joy was laughing as he talked. "You really want me to?" she asked.

"Sure I do," Dave laughed. He thought again as he watched his hands caressing over Joy. "Do you think she lets the men cum in her mouth?"

"I dunno," Joy laughed. "I guess I can ask her. Do you want me to?"

"Yeah, I do," Dave laughed. "Will you tell me what she says?"

"Sure," Joy laughed. Her eyes twinkled with secrecy as she added, "And I won't tell her I'm going to tell her daddy, okay?"

"Yeah, it'll be our little secret, okay?" he said, giving Joy a conspiratorial look. He shook his head thinking about it. "God, I would love to cum in that hot little mouth of hers."

Joy looked bewildered again. "How come you don't if you want to?" she asked, her cute little 7-year old face twisted in confusion. "You're her daddy. You can do anything you want with her."

Dave laughed. "Because her mommy would get r-r-really mad at me," he said. He laughed more as he thought. "But I do want to know what she's doing," he said. "Will you help me?"

"Sure!" Joy said, bouncing with excitement. This sounded like a fun game. "I'll help you."

"Oh, you're a good little girl, Joy," he said, giving her a kiss. "And I'll give you lots of money if you help me, okay, sweetheart?"

Talk of money got Joy's attention big time, and now she was vibrating with excitement, laughing and bouncing. "I'll come get you next time I see her on the playground, won't me to?" she asked. "We can hide and watch what she does."

Joy had Dave laughing with her. "Yeah, that sounds fun," he said.

Joy's mind was working fast now. "And maybe I can go in too when a man takes her into the restroom," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Men like it when someone else goes with them." She thought about that. "I'll be friends with Darlene. She won't mind if I go in with her if she likes me."

"Oh, you are a real little devil," Dave laughed, hugging Joy. "I'm going to like playing with you, naughty girl," he said. "I bet you really love playing with men's cocks, don't you?"

Joy giggled wickedly, scrunching her little nose as she looked up at him. "Maybe," she said playfully, looking up as seductively as she could. She was having fun, and she felt pretty sure that if she played her cards right, she could get lots of money out of this man so she could buy all the doll clothes she could dream of.

Dave laughed at the cute little 7-year old's brazenness. Cupping his hand around her pussy mound again, he began rubbing his fingers up and down her pussy underneath, his eyes watching Joy's reaction. "You like getting felt up, don't you, honey?"

"Uh-huh," Joy answered, her excited eyes looking deeply into the man's.

Slowly pulling out the waistband of her panties, he asked, "Do you like this?" slipping his hand inside.

Joy laughed and squirmed, tightening her arms around his neck as she felt the hand slipping down over her tummy, squealing and lifting herself as she felt it clamp around her bare pussy mound inside. Dave laughed, slipping his hand down inside the back of the panties to squeeze into the bare flesh of her butt cheeks. "Oh, you are a very naughty girl, Joy," he said, pressing his middle finger up to part the lips of her pussy. Joy laughed and squirmed as his finger began to stroke, her arms holding his neck tightly, and Dave laughed with her. "You love this, don't you, you pretty little whore?"

"Uh-huh, I do," Joy admitted, moving her hips back and forth with the stroking finger.

Joy gets hot fast, and in moments her chest was heaving hard, tightening her grip around his neck to hold her face against his. "Your pussy's wet and hot," he said softly in her ear. "My finger feels good in your pussy, huh?"

Joy was flushing into a tingling orgasm. "Uh-huh," she said, breathing hard. "I like it." Her whole body was beginning to tingle.

"Let me look at you," he said, carrying her to the lavatory and standing her on the long metal countertop. His hot eyes looked her up and down, rubbing his throbbing cock through his slacks. "Let's take your dress off," he said, lifting it up from the bottom. Joy bent to allow him to pull it over her head and then stood back up, wearing only the pretty sky blue panties. His fingers reached to toy with her small puffy nipples. His hands went behind her shoulders, pulling her over to him. "Come here," he said, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Joys' arms held his head as he sucked one nipple after the other into his mouth for his teeth to chew as he sucked hard, his tongue pushing into the nipple. It felt wonderful.

Standing Joy back up, his fingers hooked the panty waistband and he said, "Show me your pussy," as he slowly lowered the panties down. He stopped midway down her thighs to admire the bald little pussy. "Fuck, that looks so sweet," he said, his hands clenching around her butt cheeks to pull the pussy to him, kissing the bare mound. Joy felt his warm, rough tongue come out under her crotch, licking up into her slit. She trembled at the delicious feel.

Pulling the panties on down, Joy lifted a foot to let him take them off. She stood, her tongue flicking over her dry lips as Dave looked up and down her naked body. "You like for me to look at you naked, don't you?" he said. "It excites you, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," Joy admitted. Her chest was already heaving as she watched the man's lust-filled eyes poring over her. This was part of the game, having a grown man look at her like this. She could see he wanted her so badly he could taste it, and that did excite her. Men were always in charge, bossing her around, but when they looked at her like this, with their big old cocks swelled up so big they're about to burst, then she was the boss and she could make them do what she wanted. It was exciting stuff for a little girl to know.

"Let' see what your pussy tastes like," Dave said, and lifted her leg over his shoulder, his hands behind her butt cheeks pulling her hips forward into his face.

Joy absolutely loved it when men did this, licked her pussy. Her arms wrapped around his head in anticipation of the hot, rough tongue coming into her pussy slit, and she gasped, pulling his head tighter into her, when she felt it. The feel was exhilarating as she rocked her hips over the stroking tongue inside her slit, gasping for air, her entire body flushing hot with the delicious tingling sensation. "Don't stop," she murmured, clutching his head and bending her knee down to force the tongue deeper inside.

Joy's pleasure had Dave on fire as he licked the hot, slippery wet little pussy, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His hand dug to undo his belt so he could push down his slacks and underwear from his throbbing cock and pump on it.

His cum was rising fast and he stopped, pulling his face from Joy's pussy as he stood panting, gasping for air, trying to calm down his pending orgasm. When he had regained control, he lifted Joy, holding her as he turned to lean his butt against the lavatory and then standing Joy in front of him, pulling her face into the throbbing, pulsing cock. "Your turn," he said.

Taking his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, Joy's tongue began licking up the shaft while her hand fondled his balls. When she sucked the head of the cock into her mouth, the man's hands took her head, holding it as his hips fucked the cock into Joy's mouth, Dave moaning with the pleasurable sensations.

Joy loved this part, too, the feel of the big, hot head of the cock filling her mouth, fucking incessantly into her. Both her hands wrapped around the shaft, tugging on it, begging the load inside to explode into her mouth. She loved that, making Dave cum, and she loved the feel of the slick hot cum when it exploded into her mouth, filling it as she gulped it down as fast as she could. It was a game, making Dave cum and seeing how much she could swallow. It was exciting to her, being able to control a grown man like this, making him want her so badly he couldn't help himself. She was in charge.

She could feel his body trembling harder as he fucked the cock back and forth in her mouth until suddenly it seized rigid and she heard, "God, I'm cumming," and with a groan, his body shook violently as the cum shot up the shaft. Joy was ready when the first load exploded out, gulping it down fast, gulp after gulp. This was a game for her, too, seeing how much cum she could suck from the big cock.

His knees were buckling as he finished, and he had to use his hands propped on the lavatory to keep from collapsing. Joy watched as he stood chin down, gasping for air, his body trembling hard. Finally, he was able to lift his chin enough to look at her, his eyes blinking as he continued trying to recover his breath. When he could, he reached down to lift Joy up, turning his body so he could lay back on the lavatory, carrying Joy up to lie on top of him.

Joy was giggling in celebration as she looked down on his sweaty face, his eyes looking up into hers. "Fuck, you are good," he panted, his hand reaching down to clamp into her butt cheeks. "You're the best little cunt I ever fucked," he said.

Joy was laughing as he complimented her, legs kicking up and down excitedly. "Really?" she asked.

"Fuck yes," Dave said, and lay there looking up at her, recovering his breath. "I want more of you, a whole lot more." He lay thinking about it. "How about I pick you up here tomorrow?" he asked. "I want to take you someplace I can fuck you good. Would you like that?"

"Yeah!" Joy squealed, laughing at her success in seducing the man. "That sounds fun!" she added, already vibrating in anticipation.

Joy waved goodbye to Dave holding an entire dollar bill in her hand. "See you tomorrow!" she called after him before running to show her friends how much money she had earned.


Interestingly, a good many relationships developed at the playground which lasted for years. One such was this one of Joy and Dave. They stayed together, off and on, for years, and not only did Joy befriend his daughter Darlene but she seduced her, took her to bed, and she was able to bring Dave in so he could at last play sex with his daughter. The entire affair could not have been more successful, and Joy almost made more money off of Dave than she could spend.

Girls would meet men at the park and head off in his car for the day and often night - it was easy then to spend the night away from home because the suspiciousness parents feel today didn't exist back then. Relationships were based on friendship and fun, perhaps to some extent mutual interests, but certainly never had anything to do with love. Romantic love as a concept doesn't exist until the hormones of puberty kick in. I knew of instances where some man would tell a girl how in love he was and wanted to run away with her forever, and that would be the end of that relationship. We kids just thought he had gone crazy and the girl wanted nothing more to do with him.

Not every kid in the neighborhood participated at the playground. Some were too scared to try; some tried once but had a bad experience or simply didn't enjoy it; and there were those who thought it was "not nice." (One of the pastor's daughters fell into this category, always telling us we would go to hell for what we were doing. This lasted until 3rd grade when one of my nieces brought her home after school, and we all wrestled her down until I could get my cock stuck inside her. After the first fucking, she was fine from then on. That happened fairly often, my nieces holding someone down until I could stick it in her. We might call that rape now, but back then it was just play and we did it all the time.) But most kids did end up playing with the men at the playground at least some of the time.

Some kids loved the pure excitement, and I think that covers most of them. Money played a big role. Most of us were dependent on allowances or, like me, had to find work if we wanted money. The playground was a ready source of easy money, certainly enough to go to the movies, get a malt or ice cream, candy or whatever else a kid might desire. We had some kids from poor families who needed the money; I think they took it home to their mother. There were kids who made almost a competitive game out of it, and got very, very good at seducing and pleasing men. There were girls like Betty Jane I told of earlier who found sex almost like an addictive narcotic and couldn't get enough. Once she started, Betty Jane needed to orgasm almost constantly. She was that way through high school, letting anybody and everybody fuck her. Actually, she was a really nice girl everyone liked, pretty, well-dressed, nice family, but part of Betty Jane was accepting her sex habits. Joy's close friend Patti was kind of like that, except she wanted grown men's cocks. Patti was a normal teenaged girl in every way - crushes on boys, dating and so on all the way through high school - except she adored having men's cocks stuck inside her. Not boys' developing cocks but big, mature men's cocks. A half dozen men could gang-bang her and she would orgasm at least as many times as they did combined. It's just who she was.


To my knowledge, our park was the only one in town where men could routinely play sex with kids. My feeling is that it was Elizabeth herself who got it started, probably in 1945 when all those droves of soldiers began coming back from the war. I remember those days well, all the soldier boys wandering around town, not knowing what to do. I think a good many were suffering PTSD, but back then we didn't know about PTSD. People watched them and said, "Be nice and give them time. They've been fighting in war for years, and it takes time to adjust back to a normal life." They drank a lot; that I remember. Even in the mornings you would see them staggering down the sidewalk, almost too drunk to stand. In the mornings they would be passed out drunk in the park.

And they were always, always horny. Sometimes they would scare us kids, but our parents would admonish us: "Those brave boys fought the Germans and the Japs and kept our country free. You kids respect what they have done for you!" So we did our best to be friendly to them, no matter how drunk or coarse they acted. Teenage girls could run, so it was often the young ones who took their abuse. And I don't mean rape or anything horrible, but a little girl getting picked up and having to inhale their hot cigarette-laden, alcohol-stinking breath as they tried to kiss her while their hands felt her up, fingers jabbing up into her pussy and ass, or getting pulled into alleyways or behind bushes where he tried to force his cock into the little girl's mouth. These things would scare a little girl to death, but she knew better than to run home crying or she would liable for the same lecture all over again. "Calm down, honey. He didn't hurt you now, really, did he? Just remember where he's been all these years and what he has sacrificed for you. You just try to be careful when you're around them, okay?" Nobody wanted to get a returning soldier in trouble.


My sister Joy along with Patti and Donna were walking through the park when they heard a drunken soldier sprawled on a park bench sneer out at them in his slurred, raspy voice, "Look at you pretty little cunts." Pattie laughed and began walking over to him, while Joy and Donna grabbed to stop her. "What are you doing?" said Joy in a low, panicky voice. "Oh, don't worry so much," Pattie laughed, freeing herself. "He's just drunk, you can see that." Coming up in front of him, Patti leaned forward to ask in her sweet, little girl voice, "Were you talking to us?"

Pushing himself up into more of a sitting position, the soldier looked her over. "What's your name?" he asked, words slurring.

"Patti," she answered.

He looked her up and down again. The girls were on their way to the playground and wore play dresses. That they had been talking about the men they expected to find there had Patti excited enough to be approaching the drunken soldier. "How old are you, anyway?" he asked.

"9," Patti answered sweetly. Donna and Joy had moved to each side of her.

"Huh," the man snorted dismissively. "You're too little to fuck. What good are you?"

Patti put on a pouty, hurt look on her face as she sidled up closer, hands clasped behind her little girl style, slightly swinging back and forth as a child might do. "You don't think I'm pretty," she sniffed, looking like tears were about to fall.

"Fuck yes, you're pretty," the man said.

With one leg touching his, Patti lifted a knee up to the bench beside the soldier, bringing her close to him as she smiled down. "Really?" she asked, and then, "or are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

His drooping eyes locked on the bare skin exposed under the skirt which came up as she lifted her knee. "Naw, you're pretty as hell," he said, shaking his head to clear it.

"I'll sit in your lap if you want me to," Patti said brightly. "Want me to sit in your lap?"

He looked up at her, complete confusion in his eyes. Patti reached down to bring his legs closer together as her hand grasped the back of the bench behind him so she could pull herself into a sitting position straddling on his lap. Squirming down firmly into him, she lifted her skirt higher to expose the crotch of her pretty nylon panties fully to him. His hands rested on top her bare legs as his eyes stared down at her crotch. Patti watched him look at her. "Do you like my panties?" she asked innocently. The man swallowed as he stared down, unable to speak, his hands unmoving. "You can touch them if you want," Patti said in her best little girl voice.

Joy and Donna moved closer, shielding them from any traffic coming past on the wide sidewalk. The man sat frozen. "Go ahead," Patti said, lifting a hand from her bare leg and turning it over as she brought it to her crotch so the fingertips could feel. "See how nice my panties feel?" she asked, slowly drawing the fingertips up and down her pussy underneath the panty crotch. "So smooth and silky. Do you like how they feel?"

His eyes glazed in lust as he stared down at his fingertips pressing into the crotch of the panties. His tongue flicked out over his dry lips before his hand cupped around Patti's pussy mound and he moaned softly in pleasure. "Oh, I like that," Patti said. Reaching down, she pressed his middle finger in until it parted her lips. "Rub on me here, okay?" she purred. "I like when you do that." Blinking his eyes hard, the man brought his other hand around under the skirt to squeeze into Patti's butt cheeks as his fingertip stroked inside the slit. "Oh, that feels so nice," Patti purred, rocking her hips with the stroking finger.

Patti giggled as she saw his swelling cock rising to lift out his pants. "Oh, look!" she said, wrapping her fingers around the cock through his pants. "You really like me, don't you?" she giggled. Her hands worked the cock up until it rested upright against him. "I want to see it, okay?" she asked, beginning to undo his pants and zipper. Joy and Donna closed tightly around them. Her hand pulled down the waist of his BVDs as the other hand reached inside to pull the throbbing cock out. "Oh, look how big and pretty it is," she cooed, her hand squeezing the shaft. "Isn't it pretty?" she asked, looking up to Donna and Joy.

He was on fire now, his fingers fumbling to get inside the leg band of her panties. Patti's hands squeezed the shaft of the pulsing cock, slowly tugging on it as she watched his fingers work their way inside and find her slit. She giggled, leaning her head down on his shoulder to say, "See how wet my pussy is?" The drunken soldier looked like he was about to have a heart attack as one hand tugged at the leg band, pulling it to the side as his finger dug to find her pussy hole. Her head lying on his shoulder, Patti's hands were seriously jacking him off now. "You like my little pussy?" Patti cooed in his ear.

Patti let out a moan when the fingertip found her hole and pushed inside. "That feels so nice," she purred as he began thrusting the finger up into her. "Give it to me good," she cooed, "fuck your sweet little girl good." Patti's hips thrust hard with the finger, her hands jerking up on the cock harder and harder. Patti was gasping hard and fast, feeling her orgasm nearing, and with a loud moan, she arched back and with a trembling shake began to orgasm. "Oh god, that feels good," she cried out, and with a loud groan, the man's cock erupted. He groaned over and over as Patti felt the hot cum streaming down over her hands. "Cum good for me," she told him, moaning as the next orgasmic spasm shot through her.

Patti sat back, watching the man's head fallen back against the bench, his eyes closed as he fought for air. She pushed the softening cock back inside his BVDs and began redoing his pants. When she finished, she wiped her hands dry on his shirt and stood, reaching under the skirt to straighten her panties. Glancing toward Donna and Joy, Patti asked, "Have I done my good deed for the day or what?" The girls collapsed in laughter as they headed on down the sidewalk toward the playground.


These are just a few vignettes from our park. Over several essays I will continue with some longer stories from growing up in our park.

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