The Park

Author's note: The following is background and can be skipped.

The playground the girls had spotted wasn't actually a public park. It was a private playground that happened to be accessible to the public. It was also very rundown and decrepit. This part of the city had been very affluent back at the turn of the century, the last turn of the century that is. Many of the old 19th century homes had been renovated into multifamily dwellings like the one I was living in and their lots split to allow the construction of post war post war housing. The building next to my apartment actually dated from the 18th century and was one of the oldest houses in the city. It had remained in the same family until the last of them died about 12 years ago. Since then the house has been on the market and, although many people have looked, no one has been willing to buy. The reason for this is simple. No one wants a 12 bedroom house on a half acre lot in the middle of a low income neighbourhood that cannot be altered or moved.

The city's heritage laws will no t allow the property to be rezoned, subdivided nor moved. They do allow the building to be modernized so long as the modernizations retain the original essence. Therefore, in order to replace the windows, doors, heating, and plumbing, the new owners would have to get everything made to order. When the estate "gifted" the property to the city, the mayor decided to sell the property in a silent auction. As a joke, I bid a dollar. To my horror, I won.

That was back in November of last year. I was really worried about this white elephant until just after Christmas. My cheapskate older sister gave me a $1.00 lottery ticket. She thought that was hilarious until I cashed it in for $23 million. I'm living in my apartment until I can get my house fixed up which hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be. I started everything back in January but have yet to swing a single hammer. Stupid heritage committee. Every last detail of the work had to be submitted to them for approval which in turn required them to interview and approve the contractors, the window and door makers, the custom woodworkers who were to do the moulding. I was still waiting for the final permits at this point.

The playground was added to the property in the 1950's and is also part of the "heritage". The only parts that are still usable are a pair of swings, a tall slide, and a set of monkey bars. I have a lawyer up a bit working on "separating" the playground from the rest of the property since it was added recently when compared to the house itself and that the existing equipment was unsafe even if restored. The playground was surrounded with a chain link fence (definitely not 18th century) and hedges. The hedges had grown rather wild over the years and pretty much screened the park from the streets around it. The girls had spotted it from the balcony of their apartment. Both the main entries to the park were completely overgrown but there was a path through the back yard of the main house.

Author's note: All right, thanks for your patience. Now back to the story...

Just as we left my apartment, Cheryl called Amy to help her find something. Amy groaned but said she would meet us at the playground later. I smiled at her and she gave me a half-smile then shooed us on our way. As Shilo, Tabby and I cut through the backyard of the big house next door, Tabby looked up at the faded, peeling paint, the cracked and dirty windows with apprehension.

"Is that a haunted house?" she asked quietly peeking around me nervously.

"No sweetie." I reassured the chubby little redhead, "It's just a really old house that needs some fixing up."

"Are you sure?" she asked skeptically, "It looks like a mean old witch lives there an' they eat little girls."

"Well I can promise you that no witches live there." I told her with a grin, "Although the thought of eating you sounds kind of fun."

Tabby looked at me funny then run off squealing in delight as I made roaring sounds and chased her. I let her get to the hedge, a good 20 yards or so away, before I scooped her up in my arms and made a production out of "eating" her arms, legs and belly. Tabby shrieked with laughter as I nuzzled and nibbled her tender flesh. Shilo rolled her eyes as she passed us and entered the playground.

"Tabby made a good snack, but I need something more filling." I announced, leering at Shilo.

"Oh no," Shilo began backing away from me grinning and holding her hands out to ward me off, "You'll never get me."

I licked my lips and started moving slowly towards the tiny 11 year old. I bent over, letting my arms dangle like a gorilla. Shilo screamed and started running. I chased her around the money bars , under the slide and finally around a broken merry-go-round. I finally grabbed her from behind, wrapping my arms around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. I picked her up and swung her from side to side while nuzzling her neck. She giggled and shrieked as she tried to squirm out of my grasp. Pulling her closer, I could feel her firm bottom sliding from side to side against my crotch. I continued to "eat" her neck with my lips as I felt my penis swell. I slipped one arm down to her hips to prevent her from escaping, or so I told myself, while my other hand palmed her tiny breast bud. I used the arm around her hips to pull her buttocks tighter to my groin and began to grind myself against her. I don't know if Shilo felt the change in how I was playing, but I could have sworn I heard her moan softly as my penis pressed into her butt crack. With the hand around her waist I tickled her side to distract her while I ground my crotch against her ass. Shilo continued to shriek with laughter as I dry humped her firm buttocks.

My semen erupted from my throbbing cock, instantly soaking my underwear. More and more semen pumped into my boxer-briefs and began seeping into my shorts as I pressed my pulsating cock as deeply into Shilo's ass crack as I could. I was sort of bouncing the slender girl up and down as I climaxed. As my orgasm subsided, I set Shilo back onto her feet. She looked back at me with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Whew, sorry, sweetie." I puffed while bending away from her, "I guess I'm a little out of shape."

I covertly checked myself but the navy blue material of my shorts hit the large wet patch that was still spreading across the front. I shuffled over to a mostly intact bench and sat down.

"You two go play, I'll watch from here," I said removing my backpack and taking out a bottle of water and the video camera, "Let me catch my breath."

The two little girls ran off to play and I was shocked to see the large wet patch on the back of Shilo's light pink cotton dress. I hoped she didn't notice it. As I sat there regaining my breath and filming the girls playing, I found myself waiting for the guilt to wash over me as it usually did when I would fantasize about young girls. There was a little fear of discovery, but, to my surprise, no guilt. By now I had recovered from one of the better orgasms I'd had in a long time and paid more attention to the girls. Tabby was climbing the ladder to the slide and Shilo was waiting for her at the bottom. As the quiet 6 year old reached the top, she squatted down to make sure her dress was beneath her. For just a few moments as she positioned herself, I could see right up her dress. As the day before, Tabby was going commando. I tried to zoom in for a closer look, but she slid down to be caught by her waiting sister. Squealing with laughter as only a small girl can do, she tor e around to the ladder again.

I took advantage of a nearby broken off post that made a handy support for the camera and zoomed in on Tabby as she positioned herself to slide down. I managed to get it zoomed in so that her tender bits nearly filled the screen. I allowed the camera to record on its own as Shilo asked me to push her on the lone surviving swing. I stood behind the lively 11 year old as she got settled on the swing. Once she was ready, I reached out and grabbed the chains on either side of her slender hips. Shilo squealed loudly as I pulled her as far back as I could then launched her into the air.

Keeping one eye on Tabby as the six year old continued to orbit the slide, I continued to push Shilo. I made sure to avoid the slowly shrinking damp patch on the back of her dress. After a few minutes, I became aware that Tabby had become quiet. I focused my attention more fully on her. I could just make her out at the top of the slide, but a small tree kept me from getting a clear view of what she was doing. She seemed to be looking down the length of the slide, but there was nothing I could see at first. Then I became aware of a sparkle at the very end of the slide. I wasn't sure what I was seeing until it became apparent that I was seeing the sun glitter off water or something that was running off the slide.

Before I could fully register what I was seeing, Tabby slid down the metal slide accompanied by the squeaky sound of damp cloth and flesh in contact with wet metal. I was already moving towards the slide before Tabby even realized she was hurting and I caught her at the bottom just as she began to cry. Her little dress was up under her armpits leaving her bare from the chest down. I snatched the first grader into my arms and began rocking her as the tears started flowing.

"Ow!" she cried after a moment, "My bottom stings."

"Let me take a look, Sugar." I crooned softly, setting the little girl on her feet.

Tabby stood and turned her back towards me as Shilo softly caressed the child's flaming tresses. I lifter her wet dress and looked at the pale flesh beneath. Her slightly chubby bottom was slightly pink due to the friction from the wet slide but other than a small scrape about an inch long, there was no damage. As I was lowering her dress, I finally became aware of the smell of urine wafting from her clothes. I felt my penis twitch as I realized what she must have done. I couldn't wait to check the video.

"I don't see any permanent damage," I said as I stood up giving the tyke a pat on her wet bottom, "But I think we need to get you back and cleaned up. Someone had an accident, I think."

Shilo wrinkled her nose as she also became aware of the acrid smell emanating from her little sister.

"Aunt Cheryl is gonna tan you good." the older girl scolded her sibling, "you're not 'sposed to pee yourself."

Tabby began sobbing again at her sister's prediction. I tried shushing her, but the sobbing became more intense as the thought of her fate took hold. I picked her up again and snagged my camera while indicating that Shilo should grab me pack with the water. I dropped the camera into the bag as Shilo held it out and we headed back home.

I managed to get Tabby to stop howling long enough to get the two girls into my apartment without Cheryl hearing her and took her directly to the bathroom, explaining that if she got a bath while I washed her dress, Cheryl wouldn't need to know about her accident. I turned on the water and began filling the tub as Shilo helped get her sister ready for the bath. Once the temperature was right, I put in the plug and turned to find both girls had removed their dresses. I was stunned as I watched Shilo slip her panties off to stand naked in front of me. As I had imagined, her breasts were small knots of tissue consisting mainly of a swollen areola topped with a tiny nipple. She had enough flesh to pretty much conceal her ribs, but not so much to be called anything but slender. Her stomach was flat with an "innie" belly button. Her sex flared out into a smooth mound split by a deep looking crease. I could just make out the tip of her little hood peeking out. My view of the pretee n was blocked as she held out her clothes.

"Can you wash mine too?" she asked, "My dress got something sticky on it."

I nodded and picked up the dresses and Shilo's panties and left the girls to get their bath. I turned on the washer to a quick cycle and poured in some detergent. I dropped the dresses into the rising water and was about to add the panties when I stopped and brought the small scrap of cloth to my nose. I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of sweat mixed with a touch of urine and something else - the smell of Shilo's immature sex. My penis stiffened as I inhaled the subtle bouquet of preteen pussy. I rubbed myself through my shorts, breathing deeply through Shilo's underwear. My penis, no, my cock started throbbing with desire as I stood next to the washer. I slipped my hand into my shorts and masturbated to visions of Shilo's tiny breast buds and her silky smooth vulva. The sound of the water being turned off in the bathroom brought me back to reality just before I climaxed. I quickly tossed the scrap of cloth into the machine and closed the lid.

The girls needed something to wear until their dresses dried. I remembered that my sister left some of my nieces' clothes in the dresser in my spare room for emergencies. I found a shirt and shorts set that looked like it would fit Tabby but nothing that would fit Shilo. I finally grabbed one of my t-shirts for her. I was about to knock on the bathroom door when it opened. Shilo had mostly wrapped herself in a towel. I said mostly as she missed her left breast bud by half an inch. In the instant that we stood facing each other, I noticed the drops of water that still clung to her supple skin. I felt an urge to lean down and lick those sweet droplets, especially the one clinging to her hard little nipple. I jerked my mind away from thoughts of ravishing her and met her eyes. Or at least I would have if she hadn't been looking elsewhere.

It didn't take me long to realize her eyes were trapped by the outline of my newly reawakened erection that was pressing against the material of my shorts. Not wanting to embarrass her, nor discourage her, I subtly intersected her line of sight with the clothes. Blushing, she pulled her gaze away and I pretended not to notice anything. Moments later, the two little girls emerged from the bathroom. The shorts set fit Tabby reasonably well, although the shorts were a little big and tended to slip down her hips if she didn't pay attention. Shilo looked like a war orphan in my t-shirt. It hung to her knees and the neck kept slipping off one shoulder or another every few minutes. If she didn't catch it right away, it would slide far enough to reveal her budding charms. I, of course, had no objection to this so I said nothing.

The girls settled themselves in the living room while I threw their clothes in the dryer. I decided to make sandwiches and was in the kitchen when Amy let herself in the back door. She smiled at me which really did amazing things to her appearance. I scooped her up into a hug. Looking into her beautiful eyes, I could forget the imperfections of her crooked teeth and skinny body. She looked up at me, her eyes half closed, as I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. Our first kiss was tentative, a slight brushing of the lips then parting. Again my lips met hers, pausing longer, parting as I lifted away. I pulled back and looked at her again. I gently moved into another kiss, giving her the chance to pull away. She didn't. Our lips met, already parted, my tongue flicking out to taste her lips. I could feel her dainty tongue softly caress mine as I slowly slipped into her mouth. Our kiss became more intense as our tongues intertwined, slipping from her moth to mine and back.

I slid one hand down her back, feeling each vertebrae until it rested on her small bottom. I grabbed her small ass, easily fitting most of one cheek into my hand. My other hand slid down to her hip then back up under her top. Her body curved in sharply as I cleared her hip, then reversed as I reached her ribcage. I slid my hand along her ribs, able to clearly feel each one through her incredibly soft skin. I reached the warm soft mound of her small breast and cupped it in my palm. It was actually too small to squeeze like that, so I traced around it with my fingertips then slowly spiraled up until I found her hard little nipple. Amy moaned into my mouth as I rolled her firm nub between my thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it. Amy slipped one of her hands between us and found my nearly painful erection. Her slender fingers gracefully traced the outline through my shorts before wrapping her hand around it. It was my turn to moan as she pumped my cock with short strokes.

I was on the edge of exploding into my shorts for the second time that day when we heard Shilo's voice asking where I was coming closer. Amy and I parted quickly and managed to wipe most of the saliva from our mouths before she arrived. Shilo launched herself at her older sister and buried her face into the teenager's midriff. I met Amy's eyes above her little sister and mouthed "later". She nodded then went into the living room with Shilo giving her a semi-detailed account of what she had missed. I happily noted a lack of mention of any nudity, erections and other delicate subjects. I made the sandwiches while imagining what Amy and I would be able to do "later".