In Paradisum: Erica, Alice and Olly

During the week the beach is quiet and I run. I shoe-up on my terrace wall then jog across the lawn, vault the bank to the sand and turn left or right as the whim takes me, towards the harbour or away. I seek the firmer sand and run, and I meet few people. Weekends are different, and families, children liven the beautiful beach with a sweet hum of activity. Weekends I sit on my terrace, or at Jacky's along the road, and I watch beautiful little bikini bottoms play, stroking my erection as I plan my fun for the day.

Other days, my fun finds me.

It's only a mile to the harbour, an easier run, although the sand makes it tough enough. Today I made it in good time, ran up the steps up to the harbour wall and breakfasted in my favourite little coffee shop. Feeling lazy, I'm jogging gently back, about 400 yards to go, when I come upon a disconsolate little huddle sitting under the lee of the grass bank at the top of the beach. Three small figures, children, sitting knees-up looking out to sea. I turn away from the firmer sand near the waterline and jog towards them.

Three children, two girls and a boy. The girls are both blonde, one almost-brown dark blonde with hair in a loose ponytail, one much paler, a tumble of ringlets falling past her shoulders. Ringlets is older, I judge, maybe eight or nine to ponytail's seven or so. The boy is younger, four or five, with a young boy's unruly mop of fair hair. He sits between the two girls and kicks at the sand.

I jog up and stop a couple of yards away, subsiding onto my knees.

"Hey," I say cheerfully, "whassup? You look like -" I stop myself before I can say "your dog's just drowned". Maybe their dog has just drowned. Instead I say "- you could do with cheering up."

"Hello," says the older girl, giving me a wan smile. The others look up; the younger girl smiles too. "Our uncle Bob was going to take us swimming," the elder continues, but now he can't." The boy pouts severely at this reminder of his misfortune.

"Well, that's an easy thing to fix," I say happily. "I can take you all swimming. In fact, I live just along there -" I wave towards my house "- and my garden sits right on the beach. Come along with me! We can swim, have fun, grab some lunch - it'll be a blast. And two such pretty girls, and a handsome lad to boot - it's the least I can do to stop you all looking so glum!"

I stand and hold my hands out. All three of them have broken into grins. "Really?" asks the younger girl. "Sure!" I say. "Cool!" says the boy, and "That's a lovely house, mister," says the elder girl, climbing to her feet.

She is slender and pale, her face a perfect oval, her eyes clear grey. She is wearing an orange cropped top with a pretty little white bow in front, and cropped jeans. "It is," I agree, "almost as lovely as you." I wink; she blushes, ever so slightly, but smiles shyly and takes my hand. Hers is soft and delicate.

The second girl takes my other hand, grinning up at me confidently. She is much chubbier than the elder, verging on fat, I judge, beneath her rather loud red summer dress. Her face is round, a scattering of faint freckles underneath her dark grey eyes and across her cute snub nose.

"My name's Alice," she proclaims. "Alice," I repeat, smiling, "the girl who fell down the rabbit hole?" She looks a little puzzled, but I wink and turn to the elder. "And what's your name, honey?" I ask. "Erica," she replies coyly and I squeeze her hand gently. "And," I continue, looking across to the boy who's just taken Erica's other hand, "who is this cool dude?" The boy looks up and me, grinning a little. He is cutely handsome with a fine, narrow jaw and dark eyes beneath the flop of his fringe, and dressed in sky-blue t-shirt and sports shorts.

"He's Olly," says Alice. "He's my cousin, and so is Erica."

We are strolling along the beach now, hand in hand, toward my house. "So," I ask, "Uncle Bob is -" I look at Alice, guessing, "- your dad?" She nods. "And you two -" I look to Erica and Olly "- are brother and sister, yes?"

"Uh-huh," says Erica. "My annoying little brother."

"Oh, I'm sure he's not annoying!" I exclaim, winking at Olly. "We guys have to stick together, huh, Olly?" Alice and Olly giggle; Erica smiles.

"And here we are," I say, stopping at the short flight of three wooden steps that connects my garden to the beach. The kids goggle - a house right on the beach! - and I laugh. "OK, drop your bags in the garden, get into your swimming costumes and let's go!"

They scurry up the steps, Olly first. Erica follows, kicking off her beach sandals and dropping her bag next to one of my sun loungers, with Alice behind already tugging her dress over her head; she is delightfully topless underneath and I admire the soft rolls and bulges of her tummy and her chest and the gentle swell of chubby baby-tits. They look delicious, her nipples wide and almost puffy, a hint of pink about them. Erica pauses briefly, looking at me; I gaze back and wink and she smiles and unfastens her cropped jeans to reveal stripey, multicoloured panties atop slim, beautiful legs. Olly has thrown off his t-shirt, shorts and pants and is rummaging in his dumped beach bag. He pulls out a pair of inflatable water wings and keeps hunting.

"OK. Lemme just go get my -" I say, then slap myself on the forehead. "Oh crap, and I forgot! I don't have a swimming costume. All mine are at the drycleaners." The children, in their various states of nakedness, look at me in confusion. "Well, I'll have to go skinny, I suppose... Hey, tell you what, let's make a day of it and all go skinny dipping! Whaddya say?"

Olly and Alice look puzzled still, but Erica smiles. "He means we should all swim bare," she explained. Alice titters; Olly shrugs and drops his bag at once. He has a fine little cock, and quite a baggy little scrotum for a young boy. Erica looks at me and smiles, then peels off her orange crop top. Her chest is smooth and pale and deliciously flat, her nipples the palest brown.

"There we go," I say, and sit down on the corner of a sun lounger to begin taking off my running shoes. My cock is filling my shorts well, stiffening nicely as the children strip in front of me. Erica slips off her panties first, turning a little to one side to shield herself from my interested gaze. Her butt is gorgeous, of course, neat and slim, and her pussy a perfect little V divided by a single beautiful slit. Alice isn't far behind, dropping her plain pink panties with no ceremony at all. Her pussy mound is fabulously plump, the curves highlighting the shadow of her slit. She has a mole directly above the top of it, about an inch above - a signpost for explorers, I think, looking to find their way to her succlent little clitty. I grin. What a gorgeous collection of naked childhood, I think, my cock stiffening steadily.

"OK, who needs water wings?" I ask.

Olly bounces forward. "Me first!" I kneel beside him, slip the flappy plastic sheaths onto his little arms and begin to blow into them. He stands between my legs, his small calves brushing my hardening cock; I'm not sure he notices. I turn him around slowly, my hand caressing his tight little butt, and put on the second of his floats.

I finish and he turns towards the steps. "Wait up, Olly," I say, just before Erica does. "You need to wait for one of us." He pouts back us. "Come *on*!" he stamps, his little cock and balls flapping prettily. I laugh. "OK! Erica, are you OK to run down with him? Last one in's a smelly butthole!"

Erica covers her mouth at my language, but giggles behind her hand. Olly yips and sets off before Erica can reply. I grin at her and she smiles an exasperated, big sister smile that makes her look a lot older than her eight or nine years. She follows her little brother, her pale, clean limbs and gorgeous butt finishing off the stiff erection in my shorts.

I beckon Alice over with her water wings and slip the first over one chubby arm. Nestling close I inflate it slowly, my eyes on hers across the bright pink plastic. She looks back, her eyes wide. I stopper the float and let my hands drift onto her deliciously soft waist. I turn her a little, caressing her belly with one hand and her gorgeous, plump butt with the other. I stare into her eyes as I fondle her chubby little body, my left hand rubbing and stroking below the bulge of her tummy, my right tracing the curve and dip of her buttocks. She stares back; her breathing is a little faster than it was.

"Aren't you just gorgeous, Alice?" I murmur, my fingers slipping lower, tracing the deliciously soft flesh of her pussy mound from in front and behind. "Open your legs a little, honey." She does, shuffling her feet, and I feel her up gently, running my fingers up and down her slit, left hand and right hand, from just below her mole to the top of her ass crack.

"Mmm, lovely," I whisper. Her eyes glint in the sunlight. I wink. "Plenty of time today, honey. Let's get you ready for the sea." I turn her fully and slip on her other water wing. Soon we're done, and I rub her bottom slowly.

"OK, babe. You wanna join the others?"

I sit on the edge of the sun lounger and remove my running shoes as Alice waits, watching me. I stand and, looking her squarely in her deep grey eyes, I drop my shorts. My cock is stiffly erect now, thick and swollen. Alice's eyes widen as she sees it; her small, sweet mouth opens a fraction, and her perfect teeth nibble her lower lip. I step towards her, right up to her; my cock stands a half-inch from her pudgy chest.

"Take hold of it, babe," I say, "see how hard it is."

She reaches up a little hand and her fingers curl onto the swollen shaft of my cock.

"Mmm, that's nice, honey. Real nice. Now, move your hand up and down like this." I show her, and within a few seconds she is wanking me slowly, her bright pink plastic water wings flashing in the sunlight. I stroke her hair and her cheek, teasing the corner of her mouth with my thumb. I nudge, and she turns her head to suck the tip of my thumb. Her little hand wanks me up and down slowly, my cock rock hard between her fingers.

"Mmm, gorgeous, darling," I say, and kneel in front of her. Drawing her soft, luscious little body against mine I kiss her lips softly. I linger, teasing her mouth with kisses until it softens and relaxes and opens; I slip my tongue into her little mouth and press the stiff desire of my cock hard against her chubby belly.

"Ahh! OK, honey. Let's go swimming!"

I slap her butt; she squeals and makes for the steps at a run, looking back over her shoulder to see if I'm following.

"Five!" I say. "Four! Three!" She squeals again and heads across the sand to where Erica and Olly are splashing and paddling.

"Two-one!" With a roar I leap after her and chase her down to the water's edge.

I charge past the children, splash hugely into the shallows and dive. The water crashes over me, bubbles streaming, sunlight fracturing and dancing around me. The water is cool after the strengthening morning sun, perfectly refreshing. I glide to a halt and stand up, roaring like a sea monster, scattering spray. The children, back towards the shallows, all squeal delightfully. Erica, I'm sure, has noticed my rampant erection.

"Here comes the shark!" I yell.

I chase them, roaring and splashing. They squeal and laugh and try to escape. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. When I catch one I scoop them up into my arms and tickle their little bodies slowly and deliberately - ribs, tummy, butt, in between their legs. I rub Alice's pudgy little baby-tits, finger Erica's tight butthole as she clasps her legs around my waist, and play with Olly's delightful little cock. I lift them up in front of my face, squirming and giggling, and munch their butts and bellies - "Om nom nom nom!" - like a real shark. Pretty soon I'm munching on their genitals too, soft, plump pussies and tiny cock and balls. I lick the girls' slits slowly, wriggling my tongue between their lips; I take Olly's whole package between my lips and roll him around with my tongue. The second time I scoop him up, his little cock is stiff and hard, a delightful little boner, and I take my time sucking on him before I toss him - gently! - back into the water.

My cock throbs with desire for each child I catch and caress.

It's tiring work, chasing and catching and eating little children for my breakfast. After a while I slowly topple over backwards with a great splash. "I give in! You win! You beat the shark!" I crawl out of the water and lie in the shallows, watching the three beautiful children play. I stroke my cock, drawing my foreskin down and playing gently with myself. The beach is quiet. Away to either side I see people in the distance, but in the distance they remain. Right here is nothing but me and my three little friends.

A little while later Alice and Olly emerge from the water. I rise, take their hands and head back to my garden where, from the big storage chest by the side fence I pull out beach toys of various kinds - buckets, shovels, balls, beach tennis. I load the two children, pat their butts and tell them to go make camp on the sand. I carry down the big big garden umbrellas and rig them up where the kids have dumped the gear. Erica has joined us from the water. Olly has started digging holes, and Alice has begun a sandcastle.

"Erica, hon," I say, "come help me get some drinks from the house."

We walk up across the garden hand in hand. The terrace tiles are warming up now, and Erica squeaks as she steps on them. "Ow! That's hot!" It's not that hot, but I scoop her up into my arms and carry her like a newlywed across to the shady side under the veranda. She has draped her slender arms around my neck and I pause on the kitchen threshold to lean forward and kiss her. I kiss her mouth softly, lingering the same way I kissed Alice, and very soon her small, salt-tasting lips have parted for me. I kiss her long and slow, hovering my lips, breathing into her mouth, then pressing down, covering her mouth, my tongue reaching deep. Whenever I pull back a little she gives a tiny, childish sob and her lips tremble and reach out for more. Her slim, gorgeous body quivers gently in my arms.

Without a word I carry her into the kitchen, lay her carefully along the breakfast bar, lift her knees, spread them wide and go down on her.

Her pussy is beautiful, a smooth, hairless butterfly spreading wings beneath me. I kiss her inner thighs, her beautifully pale mons, her soft lips. I lift her legs and hook them over my shoulders.

"Spread your pussy for me, sweetheart," I murmur. She knows what I mean, what I want; with trembling fingers she reaches under her thighs and draws the soft flesh of her pussy apart. Her inner lips are tiny pink bumps; her rosy-pink opening glistens, her hymen a distinct pink half-moon; I lick it slowly, wriggling my tongue against it, and kiss her fingers as she holds her herself open for me.

"You have such a beautiful cunt, there, Erica," I murmur. "All soft and pink and delicious. I'd love to get up your cunt, honey, feel your tight little cunt from inside, slide my big, hard cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you slowly.

"D'you think you'd like that, baby?" I ask, raising my head a little. Her face is dazed and flushed, her teeth biting at her lower lip. She nods.

"Mmm," I say, "good girl. Maybe later." I lick her again; salt and sweet girl. "You taste gorgeous, honey. Does it feel nice when I lick you?" I run my tongue across her hymen and wiggle it tight against her unformed clitoris.

"Uh-huh," she mumbles. Her thighs quiver.

"You want me to lick your cunt some more, baby?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," she answers, her voice a quavering whisper.

"Ask me, baby."

"Uh... Oh, please, uh, please lick my cunt, mister."

"Mmm, anything you say, darling..."

I lick her slowly, exploring every soft, succulent little corner of her spread pussy. Clit and peehole, soft inner lips, and her delicious cunt opening; and soon her tight little asshole too. Slowly I feast on her little girl-holes, covering them both with my mouth and licking, sucking gently. I feel her asshole quivering under my touch; I want to climb inside her, lick her beautiful body from the inside. Her cunt and ass are the best things I've ever tasted; I consume them, my saliva dripping onto the breakfast bar as Erica trembles and pants, her thighs tensing and relaxing, her butt rising and falling.

I sense she's going to cum; I murmur softly, reassuringly. "It's OK baby. You're gonna cum. Big, big feeling, like a rollercoaster inside. Don't be scared, it's beautiful. I'm here. Let it come, baby, let it come..."

She does. She gives a long, low moan and suddenly shivers violently. I suck her pussy steadily, gently as she cums for the first time in her young life, and I taste the delicious juices released by her sweet cunt as it ripples and sighs to itself between her beautiful thighs.

Soon after I lift her off the breakfast bar and she clings to me, hugging me tight. I hug her back, stroking her hair, murmuring soothingly like a comforting parent while my rampant cock drips onto the granite tiles of the kitchen floor.

I set her down. She wobbles a little, then straightens. Her eyes glow; a flush covers her slim, flat chest.

"Look what you made me do, baby," I say, smiling gently. "We came here for drinks, remember?"

The refrigerator is well-stocked with sodas and juices. I pack a big cold-box and lead Erica by the hand back outside. I get her to pick up some rugs from the rack by the doors and we stroll back to the beach, my arm around her little waist. She looks up at me frequently, smiling shyly. My cock throbs, stiff and eager between my legs.

The younger two have been busy. Olly has dug quite a hole, and Alice is surrounded by a ring of sandcastles, some neat, some not so neat. Erica takes her little brother a drink and settles down to play with him - such is the power of oxytocin, I smile to myself. I go over to Alice and ask her what she'd like to drink. I fetch just the thing and squat beside her. She's kneeling forward patting a castle into shape, her chubby little bottom fetchingly displayed. I pat it and squeeze it gently to get her attention.

"You've built some lovely castles, Alice," I say, handing her her drink. "Have you thought about decorating them?"

She smiles at my compliment and shakes her head. Her hair froths as she does so, the morning sun showing off her lighter blonde highlights. The unruly ponytail suits her prettily round face.

"Well, how about we finish our drinks and go hunting for some pretty shells?" I ask. "We can look for small ones for windows, and bigger ones for doors, and long ones for flagpoles."

She grins happily. "And maybe seaweed for gardens and trees and stuff!" she says.

"You bet, darling." I stand and hold out my hand; my cock quivers right next to her face, and she can't help but stare at it. Her gaze makes me twitch. She looks up at me; I wink and blow her a kiss.

We each collect a bucket and set off hand in hand. I tell Erica we won't be long; she smiles dreamily at me. Alice and I walk down to the shoreline below the latest tidemark and begin our search for decorative shells. She chatters delightfully, stopping at this shell and that one, and each one we talk about, and I cuddle her and stroke her waist and her bottom and her thighs, nuzzle my face in her sweet-salty hair and press her soft flesh against my hard cock.

"Did you know that shells are home for little animals?" I ask her, cupping her buttock as we look at the empty home of something snail-like. She looks surprised. "We call them 'shellfish'."

"You mean that fish live in shells?" she asks, furrowing her brow charmingly. She pokes the tiny thing with a finger. "It's very small," she says dubiously. I laugh and squeeze her gorgeous little butt.

"No, not fish like you see swimming about," I say. "We call them shellfish but they're not really fish; they're more like snails or slugs - kinda soft, squishy things.

"You see how these shells have two halves," I continue as we examine a pretty pink bivalve, "so they can fold open to show the soft bits inside?" I'm kneeling in the sand, my cock pointing straight up at her as she leans over to watch. She probes the shell with a little finger as I flex its two halves.

"Well, it works just like your shell."

She pauses for a second, then looks up sceptically. "But I don't have a shell!" she exclaims.

"Sure you do!" I reply, and point straight at her pussy. "Right there, see; two halves of a shell, with your squishy parts inside. Only, your shell is soft on the outside, too. And much prettier than this one."

She gazes down at herself, contemplating her gorgeous little mound. Experimentally she places her hands either side and eases open her chubby little lips.

"There you go!" I say, leaning in to touch her gently at the top of her softly glistening pink flower. "Just like a shell!" I smile up at her and she grins back. I keep my finger nestled at the top of her little cunt and massage her gently as she holds herself open.

"People eat some shellfish, you know," I say. "Just like this."

I dip my head and plant a long, slow kiss on her softly spread pussy, nibbling her lips and dipping my tongue into the delicious neck of her cunt.

"Your shell is called your pussy," I explain, kissing and nibbling. "And your soft squishy parts are called your cunt."

I take hold of her and lie her down on her back in the soft sand. Spreading her knees wide, I tell her to open her shell for me again. She does, and I begin to feast on her soft, warm pussy.

"Shellfish taste kinda like fish," I murmur, wriggling my tongue delicately around her prepubescent clit-hood. Hers is more prominent than Erica's, a definite bump and larger flap of soft succulence than her cousin. I suck gently on it.

"Do I taste like fish?" she asks, her voice low and slightly tremulous. Her breathing is a little faster than it was.

"No, darling," I reply, delving a little way into her cunt with my tongue-tip, "you taste salty and sweet and delicious - like an Alice, in fact!"

Alice lies on the sand, head up, watching closely, holding her pussy open so I can slowly, deliberately lick out the rosy-pink delicacy that is her gorgeous little-girl cunt.

"How old are you, honey?" I ask at one point.

"Seven," she murmurs back.

"And Erica's what, eight, nine?" I ask.

"Uh-huh. Nine." The quiver in her little voice is delightful. My cock is wedged in the sand, hard and thick.

"And Olly is...?"

"Five. I think. Nnn. Yes. Five."

"You're all lovely kids," I murmur, rasping my tongue in long, slow passes over her whole pussy. I take her little hand into my mouth at one point and suck her fingers.

"Does this feel nice, baby?"

"Uh-huh," she whispers.

I suck her clit-hood again, nibbling her with my lips. She's delicious.

"Uh, mister...?"

"What is it, baby?"

"Mister - I - I need to go pee-pee, mister."

I kiss her soft pussy lip and look up at her, smiling.

"OK, baby, you just go ahead and pee. Just here."

"I, uh, I can't do that!"

"Baby, sure you can. You can pee in my mouth, sweetie - I really want you to."

"I - uh - I really need to pee-pee bad!"

"Go ahead, baby. Just go ahead."

She shivers; I feel her thighs tense as she pauses, uncertain. I notice the bulge above her gorgeous little mole; her bladder is full indeed! I look into her eyes and give a little nod of encouragement and, with an "eek!", she closes her eyes and lets go.

She squirts me, a tense little spray of pee that splashes half in my waiting mouth and half across my face. It tastes sweet and clean and salty; not bitter with too much coffee and booze, but pure - lovely, little girl pee. I lick the base of her pussy and she squeaks again, and this time starts a full stream. I see her open her eyes as I move my head closer to catch her sweet rain. I wink, and she giggles gorgeously, her whole chubby body quivering. I press my mouth fully over her pussy, pee gurgling between my lips, and suck her soft flesh. She shivers, her flow cutting off then redoubling.

I lie there in the sand, my rigid cock throbbing fabulously, as little Alice pees in my face. I swallow sweet gulps. I lick her, causing her to waver and squirt pee over my face and into my hair. I dive forwards with pursed lips making her spray suddenly over her own thighs. By the time her flow subsides she's giggling with the fun of peeing in my mouth, and I'm oozing precum steadily into the sand beneath me.

When she finishes I stand and help her up. We pick up our shell-filled buckets and agree we should go back through the water a bit to wash off. I offer her a kiss but she screws up her face and says "Not until you wash the pee-pee off!" So I do, and she gives me a big, wet kiss on the mouth as reward.

We walk back hand in hand. As we approach our little camp, Olly spots us and comes running up.

"Mister!" he calls. "Mister! I need a wee-wee, mister!"

Alice and I look at each other and laugh. I wink at her and pat her soft little butt. Turning to Olly, I squat in front of him. "Well, why not just wee in the sand, Olly?"

"Erica wouldn' let me, said to wait to ask you," he replied, looking sulky. I laugh again and take his hand. "Alright, buddy. I kinda need to pee as well; let's go pee in the sea together."

A grin spreads across his face. I wink, and it spreads wider. He tugs me away towards the water. "Quick! I really need!"

"OK, le's go," I say and set off at a jog, pulling him into a little run next to me. We splash into the shallows and I pull us up. "Whoa, buddy, no deeper without your water wings.

"Here," I say as he stands ready in concentration. I kneel beside him in the water, one knee between his legs, my stiff cock pressing up against his thigh, and reach around his butt to hold his little cock between my finger and thumb. "Lemme hold this for you."

His cock is soft and cute. I roll back his long, floppy foreskin a little way to expose his tiny tip, and cradle his soft little scrotum with my pinky.

"Anytime you're ready, buddy," I say. "Oh, and big boys say 'piss' not 'wee-wee'. You're a big boy now - show me a real big boy's piss."

He puts a little arm around my shoulder and screws his face up in concentration. I feel the pulse of his urethra through my finger and a long arc of piss bursts from his cock and arcs glittering into the waves.

"Nice piss, Olly!" I say, and surprise him by squeezing his cock, shutting off his flow briefly. He jumps a little, and looks up at me wide-eyed. I wink. "You never play games when you're pissing, Olly?" I ask. I reach across with my other hand and hold it in his stream, directing his cock up and down my arm. I squeeze him again, making him squirt my hand in a fine spray. He titters.

"Pissing is fun, buddy," I murmur. "Always take the chance to play some games when you're having a piss."

I tweak his cock, making him stop-start, stop-start. He hugs my neck and lets me direct his little pissing cock this way and that, dangling my fingers for him to wet. I notice with delight that he's starting to get a boner, his little tube stiffening steadily between my fingers.

I sense he's winding down, his flow slackening between my fingers. I give him another squeeze and suddenly duck my head around his waist, point his cock sideways and let him skoosh me right in my open mouth. He jumps in my embrace but his piss keeps flowing and I use his little boner to wash my face all over. I grin up at him through his tinkling piss; his face is a picture, wide-eyed, shocked and unbelieving. The stiffness in his little cock tells me what he really thinks, though.

I turn him, letting go of his stiffy with my fingers and slipping it, still dribbling, into my mouth. As he looks down in astonishment I finish his piss for him by sucking it gently out of his sweet little cock. As the last drops squeeze out I lick his little scrotum and look up.

"Mmm, yummy!" I say with another wink. "Lemonade!"

His goggle-eyed face cracks into a huge grin. He glances up the beach to where the girls are.

"Wow!" he says.

"OK, buddy," I say, climbing to my feet. "Now, you gotta help me piss." I point at my thickly veined erection. Olly gazes in some wonder at it, and steps up to stand against my thigh.

"Now you can see I have a real boner," I say to him, "and it can be hard to piss with a boner, so take a good hold of me, OK?"

"What's a boner?" he asks, raising his little hand tentatively.

"That's a boner, buddy," I laugh, "and so's that -" pointing down at his stiff little cock. "It's when your cock gets all stiff and hard."

"Cock? You mean my pee-pee?"

"Sheesh, son, how old are you? Five or something?" Olly smiles up at me and I grin back.

"Yeah, your pee-pee. You got a nice big one there, buddy."

He looks down, then sideways. "Yours is much bigger," he says. I laugh. "Sure, buddy, but I'm a grown-up. For a boy your age, you got a big pee-pee - cock - and a nice, stiff boner. Just you wait - you're gonna have a big, long cock when you're older, and the girls are gonna be all over you.

"See, just like you should say 'piss' for wee-wee, you say 'cock' for pee-pee. Or dick, or prick. Big boys have cocks, not pee-pees, and they get boners, stiffies, hardons, and they stick their hardons in girls' cunts and mouths and assholes, and fuck them and cum in them. And in boys' assholes and mouths, come to that.

"You should try it with Alice sometime, the two of you...

"But right now, I gotta piss. Don't forget to play when I start!"

His hand closes with more confidence on my stiff cock; his little fingers feel fantastic as they half-encircle me. I put my hand on his smooth, slim back and hug him against my thigh. We wait a little while as my plumbing reroutes between rock-hard sex mode and I-need-a-piss mode, and I start with a sudden great spout.

Olly jumps, then watches for a second, then starts to wave my cock around with glee. Piss arcs this way and that, splashing both of us, pattering into the water all around us. He laughs delightedly, directing my cock left and right, then straight up so it fountains all over me and all over his hand. I squeeze in and out, stopping and starting for him; his fingers grip me tightly as we hose the sea. Ten, twenty seconds.

I squeeze a pause. "Olly," I say, "you wanna taste my lemonade?"

He looks up, a little dubious, but his eyes spark with mischief. "Uh, OK."

I grasp my cock and turn to face him.

"OK, open wide! I'll try not to drown you."

He opens his small, sweet mouth and I point the dripping red bulge of my cockhead towards his face. Working my fingers at the base of my tube I tense, lust fighting with my need to go, and carefully spray him with a modest spurt. He catches some in his mouth, and sticks out his tongue.

"More?" I ask, panting.

"OK," he says, and opens wide again. I try to relax, as much as the act of pissing into a willing child's mouth will let me, and in a second or two I'm pissing steadily, a glittering arc splashing and splattering all over his face. He takes some in his little mouth, swallows some; it runs down his slender chest and trickles off his little body into the water. His cock is still hard. I step closer, pissing up into the air, raining down on his head, wetting his mop of hair. His eyes are closed but his mouth is open, grinning, gurgling and frothing with my piss. Hot little boy slut!

I finish with a laugh and reach down to scoop him up. He's dripping all over and I surprise him with a huge kiss on his piss-wet mouth. Giving him no time to react I lick his cute little face, then drop to my knees with a splash. I scoop water and wash his face for him, then duck him carefully and rinse his hair.

"Olly," I say, chuckling, "you're one sweet little kid.

"Let's go have lunch!"

Olly announces lunch as we arrive back at the camp. Erica and Alice have joined forces to create a very impressive sand town, with shells and seaweed and shiny little stones. I hug them both, kiss their hair, and squeeze their sweet little bottoms.

We have lunch on the terrace, hot dogs, pizza, nibbles, fruit, and ice cream to finish. The throbbing of the blood in my cock subsides to a dull roar as we sit at the table, although I'm still surrounded by three beautiful, naked children each tagged with a delicious episode of sexual adventure, so my cock never falls below semi-erect. Indeed, as we finish our desserts I find myself sitting back in my chair, my legs spread wide apart with one sweet girl perched on one knee and one on the other, and a cute little boy standing between them.

My cock is rigid once more, harder and redder than ever. Each child has a hand on it - Erica at the base, Olly in the middle and Alice just around the bright purple tip. I have a bottle of olive oil in my hand and I drizzle it slowly over the tower in my crotch, to much giggling among the children.

"OK," I say, putting the bottle down. "All together, not too fast - go!"

With much further giggling - and no small amount of coordination - they begin to wank me. Erica starts chanting a tempo softly - "up, down, up, down" - and the olive oil froths and bubbles lightly as their three little hands slide up and down my rigid cock in a way that makes me grip the arms of my chair and groan. They swap around every now and then, each time taking a fresh half-grip of different parts of my tingling cock and each time sending a million rivulets of intense pleasure down into my balls and thighs and all the way down to my feet. I've never seen my cock harder, or redder, or as gloriously, thickly veined.

I writhe and squirm and the children giggle and grin over the power they have. I'm putty in their hands.

"We want more ice cream!"

"OK!"

"We want cookies and soda!"

"OK! Uhhh! OK!"

"We want fifty bucks!" giggles Erica.

"A hundred! Ohhh fff... Each..."

They torture my cock in the most fabulous way imaginable; the sensations coursing through me are almost unbearably intense. Ecstasy. This is ecstasy. I groan and shudder, fighting the rising tide of semen that must be boiling within me. I cum without ejaculating, my whole body shivering and tensing, at least twice as the merciless brats work my cock with their evil, fabulous little fingers. And where Olly gets the idea to wriggle the tip of his finger into the top of my pisshole I do not know, but he does, and it sends me spasming and moaning and thrashing in my chair a third time.

I holler uncle. They ignore me, and I have to rise, roaring, before they scatter, squealing and laughing and racing off to the beach again, leaving me weak and trembling and harder and hornier than I can ever remember being.

I follow after a little while, my cock stiff and glistening and nearly the colour of Alice and Olly's water wings. I help them on with them and we all head to the water again, pausing in the shallows for a synchronised pee. The children all pee quite happily, Erica squatting and peeing backwards, Alice squirting forwards from spread pussy, and Olly pissing in a fine arc. All I can manage, on the other hand, is a strangled spurt from my tormented hardon. The children find this immensely funny.

"Right!" I yell. "That's it! Shark time!" They squeal and splash away. "But this time," I continue, leaping after Erica, "I'm the deadly killer butt-munching shark!"

They squeal and splash and run and flounder and laugh and I catch them and tickle them and hold them upside down by their hips and plunge my face between their wriggling legs, yelling "Om nom nom!" Sometimes they're facing in and I slobber and slurp on their delicious little genitals, my cock quivering in their faces. Sometimes they're facing out, and I bury my lips between their buttocks with my tongue in their sweet little assholes.

"OK," I call eventually, having captured each at least a half-dozen times. They are panting and flushed and quivering with excitement - and not all of it simple, childish excitement. Erica and Alice both have a deep glow in their eyes, and Olly's cock is stiff again. "Right, you're now all prisoners of the butt-shark, so it's off to butt-jail with the lot of you. Follow me."

They troop obediently up the beach to the camp. I instruct them to climb into jail - the sun lounger - and kneel sideways on it.

"Right!" I say sternly. "Butts in the air!"

The giggle and lean forward, raising their little bottoms into the sunshine. A fine sight they are too, three beautiful child butts, naked as nature intended, raised and displayed for some fun and games.

"Now, I know you all know the secret of where the magic treasure is buried, and one of you, I know, has the magic key to the magic treasure chest." I slip into faux pirate talk, making them laugh. "So afore ye can leave the Dread Pirate Sharky - that's me - the Dread Pirate Sharky's butt-jail, ye'll tell me where the treasure is!"

"But we don't know!" calls Alice. "Arr!" I exclaim. "I knew ye'd say that! Right, missy, I'll wager it's you as has the key concealed about your personage!"

I leap forward, making Alice and Erica squeal with surprise. I descend upon Alice's gorgeous, chubby little butt. "I'm going to eat your butt until you tell me where the treasure is!"

Alice squeals again as I place my hands on on either buttock and, gnashing and arr-ing, I lick her asshole. "Arr! Spread those legs!" I growl, and lick her again, a long lick, relishing the soft curves and dimples of her. I press in closer, pulling her hips gently into my face, my tongue probing, licking, seeking entry. I close my mouth fully over her sweet anal area and slowly, carefully eat her. I suck, I kiss, I lick; with my tongue-tip I enter her asshole; and again, a little further; and again. I hear her giggling and panting in equal measure; the other two peer over their shoulders, and look at Alice, and giggle too. I can't get enough of her. My saliva flows as her tastes fill my mouth; her little cherry of an asshole twitches and relaxes under my assault; my tongue wriggles a little deeper each time. My cock tingles and throbs. Gorgeous little girl.

"Arr, I do believe you have the magic key here, up your bum!" I growl. Alice squeaks as I invade her with the tip of one wet finger. I wriggle, my finger inching inward until it's buried to the second knuckle up her plump and fabulous butt.

"Arr! That's the key!" I yell, then: "Oh, no it's not, it's something else." Alice stifles a delightfully shocked laugh as I turn my finger in her asshole, then withdraw. I kiss her butt.

"Hmm, so, it's not you. Maybe it's you!"

Olly squawks as I grab his tight, toned little bum. It's barely wider than my right hand outstretched. I spread his cheeks and go down, licking and munching on his cute little butthole. I tease his little balls with my tongue and nibble his scrotum with my lips. I suck the tight little slit of his anus and push and probe with my tongue. His little cock is rock hard between my fingers; I wank him gently as I lick his asshole.

"Where's the key, boy?" I say menacingly, probing his butt with a finger. He's trembling all over as I slide my finger in, again to the second knuckle. I wriggle it in his pillow-soft rectum and wank his lovely little boner. "Where's the key? Is this it? Arr! Yes! Here's the key! Arr! No! Wait! It's not the key! It's your cock!"

He bursts out in sniggers as I pull my finger out of his ass.

"Alright, then, missy!" I growl, turning to Erica. "It must be you!"

She yells with excitement as I pounce on her gorgeous butt. "No!" she squeaks. "Arr! Oh yes, missy! Arr! And there be *two* hidey holes here!"

My cock pulsing precum steadily I tilt my chin and close my mouth over the soft, warm mound of her pussy. I hold her hips steady and push my face tight up to her delicious butt, working my tongue into her cunt, probing for her little pisshole, nuzzling my nose into her asshole. Her ass fits my face like a mask; I imagine my face merging into her ass, her gorgeous flesh folding over my face so I'm wearing her, wearing her cunt, wearing her ass, breathing and drinking and eating nothing but fantastic young-girl ass. My cock moans to itself and drips onto the sand.

Erica shivers and trembles and pants as I probe every part of her ass with increasing fervor. I feel light-headed, almost delirious, as my tongue wriggles in her holes. I can taste the sweet, sweet nectar in her cunt, the sweetest juices. Her asshole is open for me; she lets me in, gorgeous little hottie that she is; I press my mouth around her anus and push my tongue all the way in. Saliva drips onto the sun lounger between her thighs as I taste everything I can, lick everything I can, suck everything I can. Precum dribbles onto the hot, dry sand between mine.

She shudders and cries out, startling the others, but she smiles at them, flushed and dazed as she is, smiles reassuringly. Don't worry, little ones, it's just that he's made me cum again. He makes my young body sing and I love him for it.

My cock aches so much.

"Arr! No!" I complain, finally pulling back from Erica's butt as she sags on her knees. "No key! No treasure!

"Arr! Right you motley shower, ye're no good to me any more! It's walking the plank for ye!"

Alice giggles, still eying Erica curiously. "You don't have a plank!"

"Unless that's it!" laughs Olly, pointing to my rigid erection.

I slap him playfully on his butt.

"Cheeky young dog!" I growl. "Right, no plank, so instead you all have to kiss my butt."

I rise and stand at the end of the sun lounger, turning my back. I bend over slowly, touching my toes. "Right. To leave butt-jail ye have to kiss my butthole for a count of fifty. A slow count!"

"Kiss your butthole!" squeals Alice, giggling hugely.

"That's right, young missy," I reply, slapping my buttocks alternately and spreading them a little more. "Right in the butthole, tongues an' all - and you can go first!"

Giggling and sniggering furiously with the others, Alice rises and approaches.

"Right you others - slow count of fifty in bananas - one-banana, two-banana - but only when she starts."

I peer upside down through my open legs. "Right missy, kiss my butt!"

The first caress of her lips is tentative but fabulous. She plants a delicate, pursed-lip little girl kiss right on my anus.

"One banana!" chorus Erica and Olly. "Two banana!"

Another kiss, sweet and childish, sending ripples of pleasure through my asshole and down into my balls. Another, firmer this time. Gorgeous.

"More tongue!" I growl.

Alice licks me.

It feels unbelievably good. Her little tongue rasps firmly across my anus, bottom to top, sending shivers all through me. And again, and this time she experiments with a little wriggle of the tip. My anus flinches in, then flexes out, responding to her touch.

"Ten banana! Eleven banana! No, it's eleven after ten, silly!"

Alice rests her small hands palms down on my buttocks and alternately kisses and licks my anus with sweet care and attention as the others count. Olly's counting is a bit wayward, but that's fine with me since it slows them down. I "mmm" and "arr" as Alice licks my ass; I pull myself apart a little more; my anus is relaxed; her tongue slips in a little further each time; her kisses get longer and firmer, until kissing and licking merge into one and she is French kissing my anus, her tongue slipping in and out. My balls tingle; my cock moans silently in rigid ecstasy.

"Fifty banana!"

I straighten a little with a groan and look back at Alice, who is wiping her wet lips smugly. "Very good, missy Alice. You're free - but stay around to count for these rascals."

"Me next!" says Olly and pushes in front of Alice, beginning to lick me at once. The girls start counting as he licks my ass with enthusiasm, fast, eager strokes, holding me by the hips.

"Deeper!" I murmur and he starts pushing his tongue into me, his little chin and nose pressed up against my butt. I feel his tongue stretching as far as it can; it's right up my ass. My legs tremble and my cock drips.

"And fifty banana!" call the girls. I give out a long sigh.

"Alright, young master Olly, you're free to go. You be one fine little butt-licker, so you be."

Olly grins and scampers off, forgetting about his counting duty. Alice calls after him, but I stay her. "S'OK honey. You can go too if you want. I can count for Erica." I wink at her and she gives a delightful smile and chases off after her cousin.

I bend my head again. "Right, missy Erica, kiss away," I say. "One banana."

The touch of Erica's hands and mouth make me shudder in anticipation. She kisses my anus firmly, turning her head slightly to probe with her tongue. She's trying to emulate me, give me what I gave her. Her lips press tight around my asshole, her tongue pushes into me; her left hand curls around my thigh to hold me tight; her right hand curls around my stiff, hanging cock.

She wanks me, squeezing me fantastically hard in her little fingers, and French kisses my anus with an avid mouth. I feel her sucking on my ass; my head begins to spin a little. She shifts her hand to close around my slippery cockhead and wanks the end of my cock in a way that sends bolts of pleasure coursing through me. She pushes her face into my ass, her tongue reaching into me; my anus widens for her; she reaches deeper.

"Twenty banana. Eleven banana. Twelve banana." My voice is hoarse; she doesn't hear my miscount.

"Erica," I moan softly. "Erica darling, put you fingers in me. Up my ass."

She doesn't reply, but she lets go of my cock and moves around a little. Her left hand grasps my shaft again and squeezes. I feel her right forefinger pause on the quivering ring of my anus. She slips it in, easily, all the way. Her little finger wriggles in my rectum.

"Many as you can, darling..." I whisper, my knees like water.

She slips her two fingers in as easily as one. She leans over and I feel a sweet mouthful of her saliva dribbling into my asscrack. My anus is open now; her drool dribbles inside. Three fingers barely stretch me. Her touch is magical. Four.

"Oh my God, Erica. Oh my God. Put your hand in me, baby, put your whole hand in me..."

She hesitates, but only for a second. She pulls her fingers back briefly, then pushes forward again, her thumb folded in. The wide part of her hand stretches me fabulously, easily - not too loose, but not too tight, not too tight at all. I groan softly, all counting forgotten, as she pushes the whole of her small hand into my ass.

"Oh baby... Oh my God, Erica, that feels so good, baby.

"Make a fist now, baby. S'OK, just take it slow. Oh, God, yes. Now, push a little more. There. And... twist slowly. And... Yes...

"Oh my God!"

I grip my ankles to stop myself collapsing. Erica wanks my rampant cock with one beautiful little hand, and fists my ass with the other. Through my legs I stare at her perfect pussy. May this never end.

I cum again without ejaculating, my muscles spasming; my anus clenches tight around her wrist; it feels fabulous. I squeeze more blood into my cock; it's so hard it hurts; it swells against her fingers.

When we finally decide we should stop I'm so weak I can barely stand. She releases me and I fold onto the sun lounger and open my arms for her. She lies full on me, her gorgeous body smooth and naked against mine, and I hug her for an age. She hugs back. We kiss, softly passionate kisses. Her eyelids flutter and tremble along with her body. My cock aches for her; my whole body aches for her.

"You're incredible, honey," I murmur, "just incredible."

"I love you." She whispers it softly in my ear. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby," I whisper back, nestling my face in her soft blonde ringlets.

We eventually join the others, and run splashing through the sea together. We take a ball and walk along towards the harbour, throwing and chasing and catching. We sit and watch boats for a little while, Olly playing football, the girls cuddled up next to me. Erica's small hand strokes my broad back.

On the way back Erica is quiet. "We need to go soon," she says. "No!" chorus the other two. "No! Don't want!" stamps Olly.

We arrive back at our beach camp with a danger of unhappiness in the air.

"Tell you what," I say, kneeling down and beckoning them round. "How about we finish the day with a pizza dinner and I'll drive you home."

Olly and Alice cheer up after that, although Erica still looks downcast. I reach out and take her hand, squeezing it softly. She smiles then.

"Kids, I've had a ball today. Hope you've had fun too." Their chorus of assent is lovely. "I guess we've played some different games, and there's one last one I wanna play before we pack up for dinner."

I lean over, sit, then recline in the middle of the larger beach rug. I prop myself up on my elbows and grin at each in turn.

"We'll have pizza for dinner down at the harbour - but only if you all earn it! And for that - you all have to suck my cock!"

Alice looks shyly at me; Olly sniggers and looks at his cousin and his sister. It's my darling Erica who shuffles over first and reclines next to me on the rug. I smile at her; she smiles back, dips her beautiful blonde head, and takes the achingly angry head of my cock in her gorgeous mouth.

"Mmmm... Sweetie, that's lovely," I breathe. "Snuggle in, guys." I spread my legs so that Olly can wriggle up between them. Alice cuddles her soft, luscious little body up against me, opposite Erica, and watches the older girl carefully as the latter sucks slowly and beautifully on my cock. Erica watches me, her eyes smouldering, and occasionally glances at Alice. Her lips are soft; her mouth is warm and wet and her tongue roves carefully over the fat bulging head of my cock, exploring its contours.

Small fingers begin fondling my balls, lifting them and cradling them carefully in a little hand. Alice begins stroking my belly and curling her fingers around the lower part of my cock shaft. She leans over and kisses my thigh.

I open my legs further. Olly's fingers walk slowly around me, probing my balls and tickling my asscrack. I think about his small hand fisting me up the ass like Erica did and sigh blissfully.

Alice takes over from Erica, her lips just as soft, her mouth just as warm and welcoming. She uses less tongue but sucks harder than Erica, my cock a lollipop in her sweet mouth. Precum oozes continually; I feel her sucking it from me; every now and then her little throat works as she swallows my juices.

I'm stroking her plump little butt, my fingers down between her buttocks, fondling her gorgeous little pussy. Erica is lying the wrong way, cuddling and kissing my thigh; I run my fingers through her hair and when she looks up at me I nod for her to turn around. She does, her beautiful, pale, slim thigh nestling up against my arm. I slip my hand in between her legs, and she spreads them for me.

Olly takes my cock now, cramming the head into his small mouth and sucking vigorously. He looks straight up at me; I wink, and his mouth around my cock stretches in a kind of smile. He's such a cute boy; I imagine him eight, ten years older, imagine sucking his long, hard, handsome cock for him, imagine him cumming the sweet semen of youth into my eager mouth.

The children swap and cycle and suck me off. They play with my balls and my asshole. They lick my belly and thighs, and all three together tickle the rampant, glistening head of my cock with their tongues, giggling as they do. My cock trembles and my balls hum and I can feel my day's edging rising finally to a crescendo. I try to think about other things, to prolong the glorious inevitable, but the sweetly gentle ministrations of three beautifully naked children won't let me. They suck and lick and wank my cock and balls until there's no going back.

"Kids," I whisper hoarsely. "I'm gonna cum soon. That means I'm gonna squirt white stuff all over everywhere; kinda like peeing but different."

I groan and raise myself into a sitting position. My cock trembles on the verge.

"OK, quick, like this. Lie down together, snuggle up like you're in bed together."

I stand and the children do as I ask, lying down tightly together, Olly squashed in between the two girls, all grinning up at me in anticipation. I straddle them, holding my stiff and dripping cock. They giggle as I stroke myself.

"Oh, kids, ready now... All over you..."

Every kind of ecstasy explodes through the day-long erection of my beautifully tormented cock. I cum, a huge squirt of semen, arcing down to splatter across Erica's chest and Olly's tummy. And again, this time Olly's face and Alice's hair; Olly squawks and laughs. Again, Erica's face and chest; I see her tongue lick out to taste it. Again, Alice this time, her cheek and chin. Again, a thick rope all over Alice's baby-tits and Olly's chest.

I stumble back a half-step, holding my cock hard at the base. My balls surge. Six, a splattering glob all over Olly's stiff little cock. Seven, Alice's sweet, fat pussy, right on her beautiful little mole. And eight, my last squirt, a slow, thick glob dripping in a ponderous arc right between Erica's thighs, that sweet special place between her legs, covering her perfect young pussy with my glistening semen.

An enormous, fabulous orgasm that leaves me trembling all over; and three beautiful giggling children, lying wriggling between my legs, covered in my semen.

We bathe in the sea, smiling and chatting. I wash my semen out of Alice's hair. Then I show them the walk-in shower in the house, and piles of soft fluffy towels and they clean up properly while I tidy the beach camp. I shower quickly and throw on some clothes.

I drive them real fast along Harbour Road, Alice and Olly ooh-ing and aah-ing in the bucket seats in back, Erica up front like my hot highschool date, the wind swirling her blonde ringlets wildly. The pizza is good, as is the ice cream. The drive back to their homes is scenic; the sun is beginning to set, a perfect coda to the day. I drop Alice off first, with sweet hugs and kisses and pats on the bottom. At Erica and Olly's I get a big hug from him. I kiss him solidly on the mouth and he grins. Erica holds me tight; our kiss is beautiful. "I love you," she says again. "I love you too, honey," I say. "I'll see you again."

And I will. Three such gorgeous kids, I'll see them all again for sure.