I'm awake. Light beyond my eyelids; the sweet haze of just-awakened, still dozing, the cusp of the day. Dreams recede in my mind faster than I can review them. Strange dreams, unsettling, upsetting even, but diminishing, fading, falling away; soon just the delicious haze of not-quite-awake.
The bedclothes are light upon me, just a sheet, soft cotton. The air is warm, just perfectly so. The light beyond my eyelids suggests sunshine. I turn onto my back, stretching my legs across the broad bed into the cool space next to me. I'm naked, of course, and sporting a fine morning erection. I reach down and grasp my cock, squeeze it firmly. It's delightfully stiff, and I roll down my foreskin and rub the tingling bulge of the tip against the sheet. It feels great. I masturbate gently for a while, letting my eyes open slowly.
The room - my room, I suppose - is simple and uncluttered, white-painted, with translucent drapes covering the wall to my right. Bars of sunlight dapple the drapes, suggesting tall patio windows covered by shutters. White-louvered wardrobes across the wall in front, framing a doorway to - what? - an en-suite? Another doorway on the left. No doors. Maybe I don't need doors.
I throw back the sheet and spread my legs, arching my back, thrusting my cock up and out at the new day. It registers that I'm hairless down there - smoothly shaved from balls to pubic area. I don't remember doing it, but it feels good. My balls hang low, swinging satisfyingly below my rigid cock. I gather the loose skin of my scrotum in my other hand and squeeze my balls into the bottom of their sack, displaying them alongside my thickly veined cock. Outlined tight against the stretched skin of my scrotum, my balls look good. I imagine a tongue, a small female tongue licking my balls and working its way up the ridge of my cock to rest its tip in the dimple of my pisshole; then a soft, delicate pair of lips slipping down over the smooth bulge of my cockhead, to suck me slowly for half an hour before I ejaculate fiercely down a wet, welcoming throat.
A lovely thought to start the day with.
I rise after a while, draw the drapes. Glass patio doors, and beyond, blue shutters. I open both doors. In front of me a paved courtyard and a tall, blue-painted fence, both stretching off to the left, perhaps around the corner of the house. There is a small garden table, two wicker chairs.
Returning through my bedroom I explore. The left-hand doorway leads to the hall; across is a kitchen; left is the front door. Along the hall a bathroom to the right, a second bedroom and a large, open living area, white leather sofas, low tables. Patio doors from living room and kitchen lead to a broad, red-tiled terrace, a low white wall, and a sweep of lawn merging gently into a sandy beach and beyond, an ocean, rippling gently in the morning sun away to my left.
What a beautiful place.
I have no sense of urgency; there's nothing I need to do, it seems. I prowl the house for a little while, naked and erect still, until I feel it's breakfast time. There is food in the kitchen, coffee too, but there is a fine little cafe just along the road towards the harbour. I know this, but I don't quite recall why I know this. Was it...? But it's not important. Coffee and a Danish are. I return to my bedroom and find a pair of sports shorts and a T.
Beyond the front door is small driveway on the corner of the house. A red BMW 4-Series convertible sits there; the keys hang on the peg just inside the house, I know. Nice motor, I think.
The road is quiet. Across the road are small apartment buildings, white-painted and shuttered in red, green and blue, garlanded with gardens. My house stands in its own space, with a few other beach-side buildings to east and west. The cafe, I know, is east toward the harbour and I turn that way. My erection is subsiding, though it still tents the front of my shorts in a way that might cause comment were I to meet anyone. I have the distinct feeling that it doesn't seem to matter, though.
The day is warm already. The cafe, a minute along the road, is cool and shady inside. It's quiet - well, empty, save for an older guy behind the counter, a crinkly, leathery face that breaks into a smile of greeting as I enter.
"Mornin'!" he calls.
"Morning," I reply, and pause to study the counter of rolls and pastries.
"New around here," he says; it's a statement, not a question, but I nod nevertheless.
"Yep, that I am. Large black coffee and a couple of those Danish, please."
"Sure thing," he replies. "Americano OK?" He busies himself at the coffee machine. "Name's Jacky, by the by," he continues.
"Pleased to meet you, Jacky," I reply, introducing myself.
He nods over his shoulder; curiously, I'm not sure if it means "pleased to make your acquaintance" or "yes, I know who you are".
"Take a seat," he says, "be right over."
I sit outside on the small side terrace and watch the quiet street. The sun is perfect, glittering on the sea behind me. In front the street, dusty and drowsy, curves away either side, off toward the harbour to the right, back left past my house to a few shops, a park and, just out of sight around a junction, what sounds like a playground or a school. No traffic, just a couple of vehicles parked up. Idyllic.
A pedestrian appears from the park, crosses the street and strolls along towards the cafe, past my place. She's a girl. She draws my eye as she nears. She's beautiful. About ten, I gauge, long, straight brown hair flowing down her back, white t-shirt with some sort of design, blue denim shorts. Her legs are perfectly tanned, perfectly shaped. As she comes closer the design on her t-shirt resolves into a large red-and-blue ice lolly, but punctuated either side by small shadows, small shadows thrown by the most unbelievably gorgeous bumps of her budding breasts. Two tiny, pointed mounds clearly outlined by the smooth white cotton, the first tiny signs of womanhood on her fabulous body. Her t-shirt is too small, maybe left behind by a growth spurt, and the material is tight across her gorgeous little tits.
My cock stirs and begins to swell, rapidly filling and rising as the lovely nymph approaches. As she passes the terrace I'm fully erect, straining in my shorts as my eyes follow the two delicious bumps in her t-shirt. She looks at me, with big, soft eyes. My lust for her must be written all over my face, not to mention the quivering tent in my shorts. She smiles at me, a beautiful smile, and glances down at my lap. Her smile quirks and she looks back at me coyly. I smile back, my eyes burning at her. She knows. She knows what she's done to me, and she knows what I want to do to her. She passes on by and I watch the gentle roll of her perfect ass wrapped tight in the denim of her shorts and my cock strains even more.
Jacky appears, lays coffee and Danish on my table, then sits nearby. He watches the gorgeous creature walk on down the street and chuckles. Eventually she disappears and I sit back, only then aware that I'd been straining forward like a dog on a leash in front of the hottest bitch in the neighbourhood. I look across at Jacky; he grins, and so do I. I sip the coffee - one of the best I've ever had - and thank him.
"You make a good brew, my friend," I say. He smiles broadly, revealing sparkling teeth bright in his deeply tanned face.
"Surely," he says. He nods along the street in the direction of our delicious passerby. "Sweet, huh? So," he continues without a pause, "first day here?" I nod. "Sure. Well, here's a quick whistle-stop for ya. I'm here, always open when ya need me. Harbour, town centre - if ya wanna be fancy 'bout it - thatta way" - he waves down the street - "nice places to eat. Kindergarten, elementary school thatta way" - towards the park, confirming the source of the gentle sounds of children I can hear - "You'll find your way pretty soon."
I munch pastry. It's delicious.
"Lovely little town," I say. "Real quiet."
"Sure," says Jacky, "quiet is what we do. You'll meet - well, the folks you wanna meet, maybe the folks you need to meet sometimes, and you'll not meet the folks you don't wanna meet. That's how it goes. You get used to it real quick. Makes for a real nice place to stay, you know?
"Look around, take a drive - nice wheels, by the by - along the coast, up into the mountains. You want some big city fun, head thatta way" - his hand waved away past the schools - "cain't miss it. Waterpark is along the coast thatta way and north a bit, well worth a visit. Sweet totty there, 'course, all wet an' shiny an' happy.
"Sure, we got what you need here but we all like a change of scene time to time, yeah?"
I agreed that we all did. His word "totty" echoes in my head.
"And... totty?" I ask, sipping coffee and watching him over the rim of the cup. He grins and winks.
"As you like it," he says, his eyes crinkling. "A little discretion is all you need. We don't flaunt - well, not too much anyways." A wink. "Just ask one of the guys, you'll get it real quick. Mikey's down by the school, I reckon. He's a great guy; wander on down when you're ready and say hi. He'll show you what's what."
"OK," I say, absorbing Jacky's words slowly, "OK, thanks. How much for breakfast, by the way?"
"Your credit's good here," he replies easily. "Your credit's good all over. Bet you didn't even think to bring a wallet with you?" He winks; he's right. No wallet, no phone - no house keys even! I just walked out of my place and down the street to a perfect little cafe in nothing but shorts and t-shirt.
"OK," I say. "Well, thanks again. I'll take a stroll thatta way" - I indicate the school with a smile - "and see you around real soon."
He stands and heads back inside. "You betcha. Be welcome anytime."
I sit for a little while longer, finishing my second Danish, recalling the lusciously-titted little nymph to mind and absent-mindedly playing with my cock through my shorts. So. So, OK. Was I...? Well, maybe.
I rise and leave and stroll down to the park on the corner. Play equipment, benches, basketball court; trees for shade. There's a baby's pram sitting beneath one of the trees near the park fence, though no sign of a parent. My feet steer me towards the gate and up to the pram. It's one of the adjustable cradle types, and it's arranged so the little one inside is propped up with a view of the world. There's a small pink parasol shading her - the colour, and the colour of her tiny little dress tells me she's a little baby girl, maybe around 12 months. She's a real sweetie; as I look down at her I can't help grinning, and she squints and smiles back. She reaches up a hand. I reach down and she grasps my finger with a sweet little babble.
"Da-ga!"
Little doll! It seems entirely natural to move my hand, the one she's clutching a finger of, toward her face and poke my pinkie out. She opens her little mouth and I slip my pinkie in. Her sucking is strong. I wriggle my finger a little further in and watch her suck it. It feels lovely. Her eyes are bright blue and large in her round little face. Her little legs under her pink dress kick. She's not wearing any socks or shoes and her toes are gorgeous.
I let her hold and suck my fingers as I reach into her pram with my other hand and lift up the hem of her dress. Her chubby little thighs are pale and soft; her baby-grow vest is plain white and stretched tight over her nappy. I stroke the inside of her thighs, so gorgeously smooth, and squeeze the bulge of her nappy. It's quite soft, maybe quite fresh. As I feel her around her nappy she gives a little gurgle and stretches her legs; I'm certain she's peeing, peeing into her nappy just for me. Did she know I would like that?
My cock is hard in my shorts.
A flash of something - guilt? - in the back of my head is there - and then gone. I slip two fingers into her little mouth, tickling her tiny tongue, as I stroke her thighs gently where they meet her nappy. She gurgles again, happily. I smile back, and wriggle my finger under the elastic of her nappy. My cock pulses with blood as I feel the supersoft, ever-so-slightly damp skin of her little pussy under my finger. I trace the groove of her slit around and down between her little thighs, thinking, Is this right? Is this acceptable? Can I really do this? Is it really OK to do this and get a hardon from it?
Yes. Yes it is. This is what's what. This is what we do here.
I let out a long, slow breath, suddenly aware I've been holding it in. My little friend looks surprised, then grins beautifully around my fingers. I finger her pussy a little longer, marveling at the softness of her, then withdraw both my hands. I want to pull down my shorts and show her my cock, but the angle of her pram makes that impractical. That's the word that comes to me - impractical. Not "reprehensible", "illegal", "immoral" - just "impractical".
"You're lovely, aren't you?" I say, smiling at her. She gurgles back. "Na-ya! Ga-gab ba-aa!"
"Yes, lovely! I'd love to take your nappy off and lick your little pussy, sweetie, but maybe not today. What do you think?"
She smiles happily and waves her legs.
"Mmm, do you think you might pee in my face if I did that? Yes, maybe you would! Yes! And I would love that, honey, I really would. Yes I would! Yes I would!"
I lean down into her pram and kiss her sweet-soft thigh. It makes me shiver all over, and my cock tingles. I rise and leave the park, light-headed.
A short way up the street is the elementary school gate. Leaning against the white-painted gatepost is a tall, fair-haired guy dressed in shorts and hiking sandals. He leans, folded-arms, watching the kids in the school yard, but turns as I approach. He grins broadly and holds up a hand in greeting.
"Hey, hi man. Mike. Call me Mikey."
I grin back and introduce myself, and we hand-clasp like old buddies. Maybe we are.
He slaps my back. "How ya doin', man? Welcome to the neighborhood."
He turns back to the schoolyard and I lean against the other gatepost and watch with him.
Kids playing. Noisy, happy kids playing. Around 100, more girls than boys, ages from about five to about ten; white, black, brown; blonde, brunette, redheaded. Small groups playing chasing games or ball games; smaller groups and pairs stand and chat.
Mikey sighs contentedly.
"Lovely sight, ain't it?" he asks, turning towards me slightly. "So much beautiful child-flesh!"
I agree, my eyes following several real cuties around the yard as they chat and play.
"You have any strong preferences?" he asks as we watch.
"Well, girls over boys, generally," I reply, quite naturally, "and usually younger than not, but I'm pretty flexible."
Mikey chuckles. "Pretty much the same for me," he says. "Some guys are real particular. Seems strange to me. What kid isn't beautiful and sexy?"
"Yeah, tru dat!" I laugh. "Even the boys sometimes!"
He grins sideways. "Oh yeah. And even the adults!"
I look across and catch his eye. He winks. I grin. "Yeah, even them when I'm in the mood."
"And I bet you're always in the mood," he smiles. I laugh. He's a good-looking guy.
"You wanna hang out with a couple of sweeties for a while?" he nods over to the yard. "Pick one each and spend some time?"
"Yeah, sure," I reply. "You mean...?"
"Which li'l darling takes your fancy?" he asks.
There's an incredibly cute blonde girl I've been following for a few minutes; tumbling hair in long bunches held with yellow flowers, white top and short green-and-yellow skirt flashing white panties. I point her out. "Cute," chuckles Mikey, then points to a sweet little black girl a short way away. "She's mine."
"So...?" I begin.
"So what does your instinct tell you, man," he pre-empts quietly. I think for a second. "Go up, smile, ask her to come with me for a little while?" I ask. He grins and slaps my shoulder. "Good instincts, man! C'mon, let's go."
He flicks himself upright and sets off across the playground towards his little sweetie. I follow more slowly, steering toward my little blondie. I watch Mikey stop by the little black girl, about six, I reckon, her long hair caught up in wild, bushy bunches. He squats and speaks quietly. The girl seems to giggle, says something to her friends, then takes Mikey's hand. He begins to lead her around the side of the school building.
I stop near the little group "my" girl is with and squat to be at their level. They're all about six years old. I smile around at them all; they smile back; it feels normal and entirely natural. I turn my attention to the blonde sweetie.
"Hi honey," I say pleasantly. "What's your name?"
She giggles. "Annie," she says softly. Her eyes are huge, a lovely deep brown. The detail on her t-shirt is picked out in lace, and there is a green-and-yellow fruit motif on her chest that matches the design on her tiny skirt; she is super-cute.
"You wanna come with me for a little while?" I ask. "Me and my friend Mikey and, and another little girl?"
"Uh-huh," she says, flashing a sideways glance at her friends. She holds out her hand. I take it, small and dainty and slightly sticky, and rise. A quick look around to orient myself and I set off in pursuit of Mikey and his little friend.
Mikey is around the corner, sitting on a bench at the edge of an empty section of schoolyard. His little girlfriend is sitting on one of his knees, her blue-and-white checked dress draped neatly. He waves.
I copy him, sitting on the bench and patting my knee for Annie to sit down. She does. Her little bottom is soft and warm against the bare skin of my thigh. My cock, barely subsided after my interlude with the baby in the park, stiffens to full attention, right beside her thigh.
"Hey, man, this is Heaven," says Mikey; I'm about to agree when I realise I've misheard him - his little girlfriend is called Heaven.
"What a lovely name," I smile. "Pleased to meet you, Heaven. This is Annie."
I rest my hand in the small of Annie's back, just under her t-shirt. Her skin is baby-smooth.
The two girls giggle. "I know that!" exclaims Heaven. "She's in my class!"
I laugh. "Ah, of course she is! Silly me! You're both in Eighth Grade, right?"
"No!" they chorus, delighted. Mikey chuckles. "No, silly, we're in First Grade," says Annie, looking up at me chidingly with her big, brown eyes. She's irresistible. I lean down and kiss her spontaneously on her smooth forehead. "First Grade!" I cry in fake astonishment. "Two big girls like you? No way!"
"Yes!" they reply, and Mikey laughs. "Well, girls, there's only one way to find out! If you're in Eighth Grade - and I agree with my buddy here, I think two big, clever girls like you must be - then you'll have big boobies and hairy butts, and bras and big girls' panties, yes? Easy to check!"
He flips Heaven down off his knee and reaches down to grasp the hem of her dress. He winks across at me, and draws the dress slowly up over Heaven's head. It gets caught in her wild bunches, causing giggling, and by the time he tugs it off I've stripped off Annie's t-shirt and laid it on the bench next to me. Of course their chests are beautifully flat and narrow, their tummies curving delightfully. I tug Annie's skirt down - it's elasticated - and help her step out of it. The girls stand, giggling gently, in sandals and panties. Annie's are white, with a Frozen Elsa on the front; Heaven's are pink and Cinderella-y. They look utterly gorgeous. My rigid cock pulses a bead of precum into my shorts.
"OK," says Mikey, waggling his eyebrows at me, "no big boobies, I guess - but I bet your butts are all hairy, front and back!"
"No they're not!" exclaims Annie, and tugs her panties down. Heaven follows in a flash, and the two six-year-olds we picked up in the schoolyard not 15 minutes ago stand naked in front of us. Heaven cocks her little fists on her hips. "See!"
I watch Mikey reach across and slide his hand in between her legs. With a thoughtful expression on his face he caresses her crotch, running his thumb along the smooth slit of her pussy, reaching his fingers around and under her butt.
"Smooth as a loli's pussy should be," he says softly, looking intently at me. "See if Annie is the same, man."
I do. My mind buzzing and my cock rigid in anticipation, I reach between my little friend's soft, cool thighs and run my fingers slowly over the smooth little hills and valleys. No hair, of course, just soft, pure skin and soft, clean flesh, and soft, delicious girlhood. I finger her pussy; I finger her perineum and wiggle the tip of a finger in her delicate little anus.
She smiles at me as I fondle her; I kiss her cheek, brushing her tumbling hair gently aside. I kiss the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah dude," I murmur, "I reckon they're in First Grade after all."
"Final inspection, though," says Mikey, standing. His cock tents out the front of his shorts like mine does. He lifts Heaven, stands her on the bench and gently turns her around. I follow suit with Annie. "Now," says Mikey, "bend over and we'll make absolutely sure you're not Eighth Grade."
The two little girls snigger at each other and bend over. "Stick your butts out, girls," says Mikey, and they arch their backs so that one beautiful pale bottom and one beautiful brown bottom present themselves for our final inspection. I stroke Annie's first; her skin is almost luminous and smooth as silk. I gently part her buttocks and bend close. Her anus is a neat, brown slit edged in beautiful pink and nestled in a smooth groove that continues down and splits a gorgeous little bulge into two perfect halves. I kiss her bottom, first one buttock, then the other, then her anus, then the soft bulge of her pussy. I inhale deeply; my cock spasms and oozes into my shorts.
She tastes divine. Ever so slowly I run my tongue up the lovely groove and on across the gentle puckering of her asshole. Then I do it again, drinking in everything with every sense I have, even the gentle sounds of my tongue brushing across her soft, sweet, virgin flesh and the quiet murmurs and sighs of the girls. Three, four, five times I lick her slowly from pussy to asshole, my tongue pressing harder each time.
Mikey taps my shoulder. "Pussies to oral and cross check," he murmurs. I smile and, glancing down, notice that he's naked now. His cock is long and straight and handsome, standing proud of low-hanging balls and a shaved pubic area like mine. I catch his eye. "Nice cock, mate," I murmur.
"Thanks mate," he replies. "You wanna...?"
"Next time maybe," I answer. He grins. "Yeah, don't wanna waste a moment with these two for sure."
We swap, and I drop my own shorts onto the bench before I lean down and begin to lick Heaven's gorgeous little bottom. Her butt crack shades from milk chocolate to dark, her anus a fine black slit with small, neat puckerings. Her pussy is just as beautiful as Annie's, a soft brown-sugar to Annie's creamy vanilla.
We swap a couple more times. I am masturbating by now, slowly, my hand smearing my precum over my cockhead and rubbing and squeezing. My cock is oozing continuously; I see Mikey's glistening with his juices too. I imagine the taste of him and shiver. Another time. Another time I want that hard, beautiful cock in my mouth, but right now it seems rude to neglect our two delicious little friends.
"OK," says Mikey eventually. "OK, you're right - First Grade it is." He lifts Annie down and I do the same with Heaven, and the two of us sit at either end of the bench, our cocks pointing rigidly to attention. The girls glance at them, then at us. Annie's cheeks are flushed, and maybe Heaven's are too.
"Let's play a different game," says Mikey. "Here -" he takes Annie's hand and pulls her gently toward him. I copy him with Heaven, tugging the little bundle of brown loveliness in between my legs. "So," continues Mikey, "Annie, you hold my dick like this -" he places Annie's little hand against the stiff pole of flesh between his thighs and curls her fingers around it "- and when I say Go! you move your hand up and down like this." He holds her little hand around his cock and masturbates with her. "Not too fast, but not too slow, OK?"
The little girl giggles and nods. I feel a gorgeous little hand closing around my cock; Heaven smiles up at me and gives a practice tug or two. She's a clever girl, and I tell her so. She grins.
"Then, when one of us says Simon Says Swap! you gotta swap over real quick, OK? But only if we say Simon Says first, OK?"
"And," I add, "if one of us says Simon Says Suck! you have to suck our cocks like it's the best lollipop you've ever had." Mike grins hugely. "Hey, yeah, I like that!"
"Whassa cock?" asks Annie, puzzled. I chuckle. "That big hard part of me you're holding, baby!" laughs Mikey, tugging the sweet little bundle gently by one of her bunches.
"What's it taste like?" asks Heaven, frowning a little. "Like salty milk, baby," shoots back Mikey at once. I hoot with laughter as the girls looks a little put out. I stroke Heaven's beautifully dimpled little cheek. "You'll find out, sweetie, but it's not nasty at all."
"OK," says Mikey, "and if we say Wank! you switch back to using your hand, OK?"
"You mean," says Annie primly, "if you say Simon Says Wank!"
He leans over and kisses her on the cheek. "You're dead right, sweetie; Simon Says Wank!"
"And lastly," I say, my cock twanging under Heaven's continued little grip, "if we say Simon Says Butt! you gotta spin round and rub your butts on our cocks!"
"Alright," grins Mikey. "So, we ready to play Simon Says? Remember: Suck, Wank, Swap and Butt, yeah?"
The two little darlings nod. I shudder in anticipation.
"And this is a race," adds Mikey. "First one to make one of us squirt wins."
"Squirt?" asks Heaven. I pat her head. "You'll see, sweetie."
"OK," grins Mikey. "One! Two! Three! Go!"
I lean back, tingles running through my balls and my thighs, as the gorgeous little first grader begins to wank me with her small, delicate hand. My cock is thickly engorged, veiny and stiff like I've not seen it for a long time. Her little hand grips me just right, just below my glans, and tugs the skin up and down in a delicious wank. Her beautiful brown face is set in concentration; the tip of her gorgeous tongue pokes out and her black crinkly bunches bob with her motion. I look across at Annie, similarly engrossed, Mikey's cock in her little fist, as thick and rigid as mine. He's circumcised where I am not; I gauge his a little longer, maybe a half-inch, but reckon my balls have the edge on his. The contrast between his thick, bulging cock and Annie's dainty little hand is fantastic. I look at him, and find he's looking at me. We reach along the back of the bench and grasp each others arms. His is hard and well-muscled.
I spread my tingling thighs as wide as I can and watch little Heaven wank me.
"Simon Says Swap!" calls Mikey, and the girls giggle and tumble around each other as they exchange penises. Annie gets to me first and closes her fingers as far as she can around my shaft. She smiles up at me and I grin and cup her face. On impulse I lean over, tilting her chin up, and kiss her small mouth. There's a faint taste of strawberry on her sweet lips. I kiss her again, and this time she puckers up a kisses back, a gorgeous little girl kiss. Her hand doesn't miss a beat on my rigid cock.
"Swap!" calls Mikey again. Both girls let go and turn, but Heaven halts, her hands on Annie's arms. "Wait! No! You didn't say Simon Says!" Annie squeaks and grabs my cock again. Mikey laughs. "Good girl! Keep going!"
"Simon Says Suck!" I say, and groan in utter delight as I watch Annie cast a quick glance sideways at Heaven then dip her head. Her sweet lips open wide and close around the head of my cock. It doesn't quite go all the way in, but I feel her sweet sucking all the way down into my balls.
"Oh my God," I murmur. Mikey's fingers grip my arm. "You better believe it, man," he whispers. I watch Heaven sucking the tip of his cock; she is looking sideways, watching Annie, but Annie is engrossed, head down, sucking my throbbing cock in her angelic little mouth. This is paradise. This can be nowhere other than paradise.
"Simon Says Swap!" calls Mikey. "Remember, gotta do the same thing you were doing!"
Heaven takes my cockhead into her gorgeous little mouth; I arch my back and just stare.
"Simon Says Wank!" Mikey again. Heaven grasps me in her two hands and begins tugging vigorously. She's giggling and mugging across at Annie, who giggles right back, her beautiful face flushed.
"Simon Says Butt!" This is me. Squeaking with laughter, Heaven spins around and pushes her gorgeous little rump up against my crotch, half sitting on my cock. It nestles beautifully between her buttocks as she waggles her hips and laughs. Annie goes for an up-and-down motion on Mikey's cock; Heaven rolls side to side. We men look at each other.
"Holy hell, that's sweet," murmurs Mikey.
"Swap!" I say. Annie twitches but then stops and looks accusingly at me. I wink and she grins and rubs herself harder up and down Mikey's glistening dick.
"Simon Says Swap," he says, and the girls obey. Annie's up-and-down motion is incredible; my cock, slippery with precum and saliva, fits perfectly between her ass cheeks. I feel like I'm being fucked, really fucked, by a first grader. My balls churn and tense.
Suck! Wank! Butt! Wank! Butt! Suck! Swap and Swap and Swap again! Twenty minutes and I cannot believe the feelings throbbing and pulsing and churning in my crotch, in my balls and cock and thighs and belly. Mikey's breathing is coming in shallow gasps, as is mine. The girls are tiring, but they both want to win the race. It might be a dead heat, girls, it just might...
"Simon Says Wank!" calls Mikey, his voice a little hoarse. Two little pairs of hands, one pink-white, one chocolate-brown, grasp two thick, rigid, red penises. I grind my fingers into Mikey's arm; he does the same to me. Gorgeous pressure suddenly floods into the base of my cock. This is it! I'm done! Annie has me, my gorgeous little blonde darling. I gasp, and she raises her face to look at me.
"Annie, baby," I pant, "I'm gonna squirt, you're gonna make me..."
"Oh Heaven!" I hear Mikey's strangled voice next to me.
And gloriously, both girls win, as Mikey and I cum together, squirting massively, great ropey gouts of semen two feet in the air. The girls squeal deliciously as our spurts splatter their arms. Three, four, five great jerks and squirts each, great sprays of thick white semen on pale skin, on brown skin, thick globs dripping onto the playground beneath us.
We take a minute or two to recover, our girls cuddled up close to us, their beautiful nudity smooth and soft against our skin. I kiss and cuddle Annie and help her dress. She glows with pride at what she made me do; Heaven, too, is delighted at her achievement. We tell them what beautiful, fabulous, gorgeous, super, clever Eighth Graders they are, and they scold us, then kiss us both, then turn and run across the playground hand in hand, disappearing around the corner. I pull my shorts and T back on, my cock jangling still, barely drooping.
"Thanks for the intro to the neighborhood, dude," I say to Mikey. "You got it, man," he says, clasping my hand. He winks, then takes hold of my cock through my shorts. He squeezes it. I grasp him by the back of the neck and pull him forward, kissing him hard and fierce.
"Next time, dude, you, me and a hot Fifth Grader who likes to watch."
"You got it." He winks. "I think I know just the girl!"
I laugh. "See ya later!"
I stroll slowly back towards the cafe, past my apartment. I nod to Jacky as I pass. He waves. A couple of guys on the terrace wave too; half a dozen kids table hop noisily. Lunch down by the harbour, I think.