Date: 1 Oct 2001 10:21:26 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: My Tight Foreskin 2 ( Incest M/b g/F)

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                      My Tight Foreskin
                      Chapter 2 The Park
                             By
                            Dave


	In the first chapter I mentioned the park near my home in
the suburbs of Birmingham, the west Midlands of England.
When I was about eleven years old and Uncle Tom had
introduced me to the joys of making love to an older man.  Was
ready for a New World of discovery.  The 16-acre park at the
end of the block.  A great place for a randy boy to find fun.

	I spent my summers at the swimming baths at the far side
of the park.  It was a 25-minute bicycle ride through the wooded
park to the swimming complex.  The stream fed a natural lake;
next to the lake was an indoor swimming pool and paddling pool
for the children.  The pools were chlorinated but the lake was
dark water that had an earthy taste.  In the center of the lake was
a diving platform made of heavy timbers on oil drums and
covered with a mat of burlap for traction.  The platform was
anchored to the bottom by a chain attached to a concrete box.

	The older boys use to swim out to the platform and try
and turn it over.  There was a lifeguard in a rowboat that would
kick out any kids that violated any pool rules.  His word was
final.  On the shore of the lake were brightly coloured cabins
used by women to change into swimming costumes.  The
women left their clothes in the cabins and a woman named Mrs.
Williams would lock the cabin for them and unlock it when they
came back.  She was an imposing woman who made it plain that
she put up with no horseplay on the decks around the lake or
pools.  She was a large woman of unknown age as far as I knew.
She was always in a navy blue uniform, each one of her breasts
looked as large as a basketball and what you could see of her
legs looked like tree trunks.

	At the far end was a common changing room that the men
and boys used.  They went to a caged office and paid your
money and he gave you a paper bag to put your clothes in.
When you were changed you returned the bag to the man.  He
would put a chalk mark number on the bag and give you a wrist
band tag with that number on it.

	There was an old man, named Bill that worked around the
pool.  He did errands around the pool from testing the chlorine
levels, fixing the plumbing to handing out towels.  Any boy of a
mind too could have him dry their body and get their Willie
sucked by him.  From the time Uncle Tom taught me what it
was like I usually let Bill suck me a bathroom stall after I
finished swimming.

	One day I was given a letter to post at the mailbox at the
intersection of the cross street.  As I walked down the road I saw
a girl standing in the driveway of a house of one of the
neighbors.

	She smiled and said, "Hello"

	I said, "Hello, I don't remember seeing you before?"

	"I'm staying the summer with my aunt and Uncle!"

	"My name is David.  What is your name?"

	"My name is Gillian!"

	She looked about my age.  She had a long blonde ponytail
and flawless white skin.  She asked me, "What are you going to
do today?"

	I told her I was going swimming at the park!"

	She asked, "Can I come along too?"

	I said, "Sure!"

	She asked me to come into the house while she asked her
Aunt if she could go with me.  I knew her aunt and she liked me.

	Her Aunt said it would be OK and told me to take good
care of Gillian and look after her.

	We had to walk through the park because she did not have
a bike.  It took at least an hour to walk there and by the time we
got there the two of us were good friends.  I paid for both of our
child tickets.  I was surprised when he handed me two brown
paper bags.  I had told her about the cabins as we were walking
to the pools.

	She asked me, "What the bag was for?

	I surged my shoulders and said, "I guess to keep your
clothes tidy while they are in the cabin."

	I changed my clothes in the men's room and brought my
bag back for my tag as Gillian was coming out of her cabin.  She
looked completely different in her black and white one piece
swimming costume and tucking her hair under a white rubber
swim cap.  Mrs. Williams locked the door to the cabin as Gillian
approached me.

	It was fortunate that none of my usual friends were at the
pool today.  Gillian and I swam until she got tired and we rested
on the platform until the air turned cool enough to convince us
that it was time to go home.  We swam back to the shore and I
was heading back to the men's changing room.

	Gill headed for her cabin and Mrs. Williams unlocked it
for her and as Gill opened the door Mrs. Williams saw the
brown paper bag.  She asked to see Gillian's ticket.  When she
saw that it was a child's ticket she said, "You should have
changed in the girls room at the end of the cabin's and handed
your bag to the man!  She told Gill that it was fraud to use the
ladies cabins if you did not pay the adult price.

	Gillian was crying by now.  Mrs. Williams made her
gather up her bag and follow her to the office.

	I was panicking by now.  Bill saw me and asked what was
wrong.  I told him what had just happened.  I told him I didn't
know about the girls changing room.

	Bill asked, "where did she take her?"

	I said, "She took her to the office."

	Bill said to follow him and we went around to the back of
the cabins.  We climbed over a fence and walk behind the office
buildings.  We went through some Holly bushes.  I can't say
walking through these bushes in bare feet and in a swimming
costume is unadvised.  We came to a grassy area directly behind
the office.

	Bill told me to be quiet and showed me a split in the
wooden boards.  I knelt down next to him and peeked through
the crack in the boards into the office.  I was quite a small office.
Mrs. Williams was standing next to Gillian by the desk.  Gill
was still crying and holding her paper bag of clothes.

	Mrs. Williams said, "Never mind, perhaps we won't have
to call the police this time."  With that she took the bag away
from Gillian and put it on the desk.  She took the towel out of
the bag and started rubbing Gillian's shoulders.  Gillian calmed
down a little.

	Mrs. Williams said, "Lets get that damp costume off you
shall we and get you dry."  She started pulling the straps off her
shoulders and down her arms.  I was spellbound as she pulled
the costume down her body revealing her beautiful white
flawless skin.  Her breasts were nothing more that bumps the
size of her areolas and just little nubs for nipples.  When the
costume passed her waist it revealed her perfect `Y' where her
legs joined her body.  There was no hair growing above the little
slit that disappeared between her legs.

	By now Bill's left hand was feeling my bottom and his
right hand was reaching between my legs cupping the crotch of
my costume.  My Willie was already hard.  His fingers were
feeling my Willie as we were both watching what was going on
in the office.

	Mrs. Williams sat Gillian on the desk as she removed her
uniform.  She unbuttoned the dress and pulled it off.  Her white
cotton bra was massive.  She unhooked it from behind and
pulled the cups free of her breasts.  As I said they were as big as
basketballs with large brown areolas and nipples as large as
marbles.  Her baggy underpants sagged in the back.  When she
pulled them down she reveled a mass of brown pubic hair that
even grew down the inside of her legs a little ways and up her
belly almost to her navel.  When she stepped out of them all she
had on was ankle socks and thick-heeled oxford shoes in blue
leather.  Her massive thighs were dimpled with fat.

	Bill had pulled my costume down by now and was pulling
my tight foreskin back and forth over the head of my penis.  I
was very excited both from the sight in the office and Bill's
manipulations of my Willie.  I put my hand inside the open fly
of Bill's pants and found his penis.  It was at least seven inches
long and circumcised.  Pulling it out of his underpants I pulled
some of his pubic hair, causing him to wince.  I was stroking his
shaft in time with his stroking of mine.

	Mrs. Williams pushed Gillian back farther onto the desk
and put her feet on the top of the desk.  She spread her knees
wide open.  Mrs. Williams climbed on top of the desk and put
her massive melons over the top of Gillian's little nipples and
began to kiss the excited girl on the neck.  As she worked her
way down Gillian's body she eventually had to stand on the
floor as she knelt between Gillian's widely spread legs.  She
used her hands to hold open Gill's little crack as she covered it
with her mouth.  Mrs. Williams other hand was between her own
legs rubbing that mat of hair in an urgent motion.

	I didn't get to see anymore because Bill pulled me away.
He placed me on my knees on the grass and my face on the
grass.  Bill spit in the palm of his hand and coated his penis with
his saliva.  Then he spit on my arse and pushed a wet finger into
my asshole.  He positioned himself between my legs and put the
head of his dick against the opening to my arse.  He whispered
in my ear, "Push back like you are going pooh."  As I pushed his
dick slipped into my ass until his pubic hair was pressed tightly
against my arse.  Bill stared fucking me slowly at first.  As his
need to cum increased his speed increased too.  Bill reached
around my waist and cupped my scrotum with one hand and
took my penis between his thumb and two fingers and
masturbated me as his rocking motion pushed my face into the
grass.  I had a dry climax shortly before Bill shot several gobs of
cum into my asshole.  When he pulled out of me, we checked to
see what Mrs. Williams was doing.

	They were getting dressed, so I pulled up my swimming
costume and we hurried back to the changing room.  I had to
shower quickly and change.  My hair was still wet and my shirt
was sticking to my wet body as I came out.

	Gillian and I walked home slowly.  After all I was
walking a little bowlegged because Bill had stretched me pretty
good.  Gillian was walking a little straddle-legged too.

	I tried to apologize to Gillian by telling her I didn't know
about the girl's dressing room.  Gillian said that it was OK.
Mrs. Williams had made arrangement so that she could use the
women's cabins all summer with a child's ticket.  As she smiled
to herself.

	I smiled to knowing what the arraignment would be.  I
figured that I would be visiting Bill again too.  I was also
thinking that she would probably like to meet Aunt Joan and my
Mom.  I figured I would talk to Uncle Tom when we got home.

	After I left Gillian at her Aunt's home, I ran home and
changed quickly, so I could visit Uncle Tom.  I rode my bike
over and took Uncle Tom upstairs as soon as I got there.  I
kissed him and as I stripped out on my clothes so I could enjoy
him playing with me I told him all about what had happened that
day.

	Tom showed interest in my arse.  He bent me over and
probed the swollen hole with his finger.  Not satisfied with that
he put his tongue in the hole to taste any cum still in there.  Not
to be one to miss an opportunity Tom took some lube out of his
nightstand and greased me up.  It was not long before he was
shooting another load of cum into my bowel.  After he sucked
me off, I went into the bathroom to wash up.

	After I dressed I went down stairs just in time to hear Tom
telling his sister about Gillian.  Aunt Joan saw me entering the
kitchen and motioned for me to hive her a hug.  She kissed me
on the cheek and told me to bring Gillian by tomorrow.

	The next day I went by Gillian's Aunt's home and
brought with me a used three-speed girl's bike.  I adjusted the
seat and handlebars to fit Gillian.  That way the two of us could
get around faster.  While riding around the park I told her that
rather than going swimming today I thought she might like to
meet Aunt Joan.

	Gillian looked a little disappointed.  She said that she had
been looking forward to another swim.  I told her that if she still
wanted to swim after she met Aunt Joan we could do that too.

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