Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2011 11:40:25 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Park Views Part 35

Gloria - and I thought to myself "Glory indeed!" - that I recalled was her
name, "Gloria" the cream complexioned doll, she of the long tressed hair,
hair that dazzled, the classing English rose a bud just awakened yet at a
mere 7 years, no stranger to the probing penis, no matter that penetration
couldn't be complete, I'd cum in her copiously and often, as she simpered
and sighed to my careful thrusts.  "Gloria" the name of our visiting child
beauty contestant....in happy daydream I recalled her casual eagerness to
please, her expert little fingers, and knew that to anyone in sight I'd be
sticking up a mile!  Giggles alerted me, my daughter, Irene, Julie and of
course Fiona stood in a group, finger pointing my daughter asked "Dad, what
WERE you dreaming of - oh no, just tell us the name..."  Sheepishly I
muttered "Gloria".  Looks were exchanged and sniggering still, they
withdrew - save for little Fiona who had obviously decided not to waste was
very evidently on offer.

A couple of nights later I lay snug in bed with my blond haired daughter
cuddled up beside me, reflexively she continued to stroke my now limp penis
"Dad, we've been thinking...well, looking at it we, you know who I mean, we
decided and - we're arranged a little treat for you..."  and cryptically
she added "Help get it out of your system too...no I'm not telling you or
it won't be a surprise now, will it?". Interestingly I stopped bothering
about what she'd just said, and is it surprising?  Having just turned 12
and with lovely skin framed by long lustrous blond hair, the play of her
slim fingers was enough, for once again rampant, I was busy parting her
legs.  With a resigned "Oh Dad..." my little girl obliged and with a
contented sigh lay back as her father probed familiar territory.  "Daddy,
it hasn't been that long since ... we started...has it...but the way we do
it together, well we're now sort of a team aren't we and you know you
fit...I mean it's just right, the size?"  Then she lay there as I began
fucking her, and I could only smile, nod, and kiss her full on those little
lips - she still had to practise kissing!

Wow!  My surprise has eventuated, it's an invitation - to be a JUDGE!
Relax, it's for one of those child beauty contests and it seems that having
a team of little girls act as your nominees is a sure guarantee of
acceptance, so would I accept?  I thought of Gloria and wondered if I could
be impartial then realised that there would be four other judges
so...perhaps not a problem, still...I accepted, I knew I would and expect
most men I know would have leapt at the chance too.  My daughter and her
cronies were of course utterly delighted at the result of their scheming,
looking across the room I could see my daughter on the 'phone, tight shorts
squeezing in buttocks above coltish legs and had an idea.  Engaged in
conversation as she was, she was pretty well defenceless so unhurriedly
sauntering over I showed the letter, muttered a "Thank you darling" and
expertly undoing her shorts, slid them to her ankles.  Gloriously half
naked my daughter stood there, trying to concentrate on what she was saying
- by now I was toying with her slit, fondling buttocks and doing my best to
implant a lasting love bite on her neck.  Her speech faltered..a gasp,
conversation resumed "Oh Dad..." "No Dad..." more disjointed sentences then
"Yes Julie, I'd better go now, yes, it's, you know what he's doing
then...of course you do...Oh Julie...be nice with you here too..." and she
hung up.  Lifting the kid I carried her to the table, gently spreading her
legs as I bent them back, hairless puffy lips pouted open upon a moist pink
interior and I easily positioned myself.  Neither said a word and except
for the occasional grunt or gasp, all was quiet for the next half hour...oh
the joys of having a highly sexed and nubile little blond available - full
time...

Of course there were introductions to be made and rules gone over, a paper
to be memorised, photos and names of contestants - all reasonably
straightforward.  The other Judges, three women and a man were
interesting...all gave the appearance of carefully restrained enthusiasm
for the task...as if too much eagerness had to be held in, and I began to
wonder and thought to myself "perhaps, just perhaps we might all have
certain - er - tastes in common?".  Now we came to the contestants, and
here I was relieved, mightily so because from the photos alone, one stood
out - Gloria.  Except perhaps for this one, and I looked more closely.
Peering up through what were quite probably fluttering eyelashes was...a
miniature Liza Minnelli - perhaps, a little face that exuded charm and
sensuality, huge eyed and pouty lipped and I felt something stir, it was
more than my curiosity too!

Naturally there had to be rehearsals, Gloria was in her element here and
I'll say this, managed to afford me the exact same amount of friendly
deference she displayed to the other judges, not a soul would have guessed
that so recently I had been gasping above her spread legs!  But it was the
dark haired sloe-eyed little one that had my attention for now because
there was a certain something, something that niggled away and as I
observed, my suspicions firmed.  "Samantha" or "Sammy" as she was called
had one of those stage Mums in attendance - no problem I thought since
she's bound to be totally pragmatic about this.  So when opportunity arose,
I took her aside apologetically, after a few words she turned white and
glanced around nervously before turning to the attack "How do you know -
you've no proof!  No proof at all!!"  I chose my words very carefully
"Madam, I happen to like little girls - and sometimes little boys - a lot
so I do know what I'm talking about.  Now as to proof, wouldn't it be
better if we could avoid such an unpleasantness?  Now I'm right, aren't I,
let's admit that and then perhaps...we could work something out..something
satisfactory to you and Sammy?"  She began to look hopeful and her mind
clicked away before the question emerged "Such as...what do you
suggest...if, say I were to agree with your..assumption?"  Now we were in
business, that I knew "Well, let's say there's no need for fuss, I'd need
to check Sammy for myself of course - and I'd make sure Sammy didn't regret
the experience...so I'd suggest we meet somewhere, somewhere away from
here, my place for example where we're well concealed and then, you could
collect the kid.  Sammy would continue in the contest, nothing would be
said and no one else is any the wiser, how does that sound to you?"  She
thought hard, "You won't hurt Sammy then...the kid is eight years old but
sort of small so if you're thinking of, I mean you CAN but, you'd have to
be VERY gentle and use lots of...you know what?".  I relaxed and smiled
"You have my guarantee, Sammy over at my place later, between say 2 and 5
pm?  You might see some little girls around but they won't be talking to
anyone - they don't talk!"  She looked at me knowingly and I continued "We
have a deal on this I'd say - I don't guarantee to vote for Sammy BUT I
rate a fair 2nd which out of 10 can't be too bad, and still worth a few
bucks?  Above all, I say nothing - and you say nothing and there it stays?
Deal?"  We shook for now each knew enough about the other to make it stick.

Dead on two the car arrived, Sammy hopped out and Mum drove off.  The sylph
like brunette ignored the admiring stares of my daughter and a couple of
friends and with a wiggle of bottom sauntered up to me.  Boldly eyes stared
up, I smiled and held out a hand.  Pulling close Sammy confided "You can
undress me here if you like - I've heard about this lot (Looking at the
little group) and I know they won't mind and won't tell either, I think I'd
like them to watch!  Could be fun!" and a giggle emerged.  I grinned back,
"Best inside though I think, don't want that lovely skin getting sunburned
do we?"  The little beauty blushed and I led the way.

Sammy was posed against the blank white wall of the interior, in outline I
revelled in the child's slender beauty, the soft swish of the page boy cut
with each move of the head, the clinging silk of blouse and tights that
emphasised the lithe slender form.  Lost in admiration I absorbed the
vision, before, softly approaching I took Sammy in my arms and settled back
on the couch, their lips parted invitingly, softly feminine, a little girl
already adept at pleasing a man and I didn't refuse their invitation.  I
heard a whisper "Mum said - you can do anything, anything you want with me
but...please, just be gentle" I nodded wordlessly and began feeling up the
delicate bundle, thighs buttocks, nipples and ever more aroused, began to
stroke between legs.  "Can we, I mean would you like to....undress me
now...I'd like that and then - you know.....we could..."  Of course and
reaching for the panty belt my hands shook as I gently rolled down the
tops...no underwear, not even lacy knickers, dark mascara rimmed eyes
regarded me steadily, gleaming pale hips emerged , choice little
buttocks...so tempting I had to cup hands and caress each then lower and
there it was - the sweetest little penis, tiny elegant and jutting,
irresistible and impulsively, I leaned forward, covering it in kisses.  I
felt a little body tremble as I did so.  Divesting the rest of his nether
garments, I pulled Sammy to me - beautiful Sammy, exquisite and dainty he
clung to me.  "Am I ok then....do you still want to do things with me?"  I
looked into those melting brown eyes and was lost, wordless I nodded and
smile reassuringly "You are beautiful, lovely and you know, all I want to
do just now is....enjoy feeling you...but later, after we're both even more
sort of excited, and when you are properly ready...I'd like to fuck you, I
mean - you have everything a girl has really - and I'd love to just use
you, as a girl!"  Sammy beamed, his sweet face lit up and he snuggled
closer, fingers reached for my zipper and slowly, carefully, he extracted
my penis, it stood rigid and with it held in both his hands, he gazed back
at me eyes glowing.
 "Do you really know...how to fuck a little boy, a boy who likes being a
girl" Truthfully I told him I'd fucked a little boy quite a few times...but
not one who wanted to be a little girl - and I was sure I'd love doing it!

Sammy proved exquisitely skilled, his fingers, tiny though they were, sent
delicious sensations through my penis, I wondered at how well his Mum had
trained him and relaxed to enjoy the benefits, a beautiful doll like little
boy adoring your penis was certainly not an everyday experience!  Although
quiet and in the background until now, my daughter interrupted "Dad, you'll
be fucking him soon, I can tell, but before you do, how's about something,
Fiona - she's left one of those miniskirts here and I reckon it would be
quite something to watch you do him with his skirt lifted..dunno Dad, what
d'you both think?".  Sammy squeaked delight, I smiled and thought "Smart
girl, kinky too - just like Dad!".  So it was that we had Sammy bent over,
skirt raised, head upon the arm of the lounge, legs apart and buttocks
spread as I oh so carefully applied the special formula I use for little
boys and very tight little girls, I was taking no chances here, taking care
to extrude the stuff deep inside him and frankly enjoying the feel of him
as I did so.  Satisfied at last the girls watched expectantly, Sammy's tiny
penis was still erect I noticed - a reassuring sign so with "Ready are you
my little pet?" I set off on the path to bliss, ever so carefully I
selected the exact point of entry "Mum's used her thingummy on me, to open
me up she says and I like it...but don't hurt me please?"  "You tell me if
it even feels it might hurt and I'll stop" I said, still nudging carefully.
Soon something eased and began to give way, I paused then resumed, more and
more, the cutie beneath me stiffened - and I eased off, waited, applied
more cream to my penis around where it was entering him and continued.
Slow, very slow yet utterly delightful, the buttocks of a truly lovely
eight year old boy giving way as I eased into him...and not a murmur until
about half way up him I heard the first sound, a moan and "That's feeling
easier now, like when Mum's thing gets past that point, slow please still,
but...yes...nice..."  Eventually, I was pretty well in him, for most of my
length at least, as I moved experimentally within him I asked..."Would you
...really like to be fucked - just like a girl?"  He thought a bit then
nodded, meanwhile I'd made the first fucking movements within him and
confident now lifted him up and laid him on the very table where I'd taken
my daughter.  Suddenly a hand clutching a cushion appeared "Dad, he might
need this under him?  What do you think?" OOps "thanks darling, remind me
next time I do you on here won't you?"  She giggled a remained to get a
better view.

The little beauty aspirant was laid upon the table cushion beneath to lift
his loins, meanwhile I had tiny ankles in each hand and parting his legs
pushed them back thus exposing his entry, here I paused to insert a finger,
enjoying the feel.  Again I placed my tip with utmost care before easing my
way back in, ever so gently, ointment frequently applied and, there we had
him, to all intents a lovely little girl about to be had by an eager adult.
The slow dance of love began, silent the little girls watched fascinated as
I sank in and out of the lovely little body, suddenly he piped up "It's
better than Mum's thingummy, I like this, and now - I'm really being fucked
just like a girl!"  Here I thought I could do with a hand - literally,
beckoning to Irene I explained what was needed and with a pretty smile on
her freckled face she obliged for her delicate fingers carefully began to
masturbate Sammy's tiny penis.  There he lay the pretty little thing, skirt
rucked up and naked from waist down while incongruously, my penis slid in
and out, I knew he was enjoying it now, he gazed back smiling, then I
noticed, little hips rose and fell in the throes of pleasure, Irene's work
was having an effect too then amazingly...Sammy began to orgasm.  Now, I'm
convinced he'd watched his Mum at some stage (I was correct) for the sounds
that issued were utterly feminine and exactly mimicked those a young girl
might make.....simulated or not it was immensely gratifying to bring the
glorious mite to a climax, so unsurprisingly, I myself began to lose
control, helpless, before my audience I began to unload into the little
boy, such quantities within so small an enclosure produced the most
interesting sound effects, Sammy himself opened his eyes and listened with
awe to the loud squelchings....after a while, the tot looked up at my still
shaking body and gasped wonderingly "Oh my, did I do that?"  Oh yes the
little darling had indeed "Done that!".

Later and after a lingering final performance the girls and I lovingly
attended Sammy, washed and tidied, fresh make up applied, the little thing
was presented to his mother.  They whispered together for quite a while
with glances in my direction.  Turning to me his Mum said "He,
he....says...is it alright if he comes back????"  I nodded and smiled
"Sammy is always welcome, she fitted in with our - arrangements here
perfectly" I meant it, watching that tight little bottom, the backward
glance, warmth of smile and flash of dark eyes I said to myself "Oh yes
VERY welcome!".  Oh yes, Sammy came second in that pageant as I'd guessed,
and glorious little Gloria came of course first....and naughty thoughts
emerged....what would it be like to have them BOTH visit.....would the
girls be ...well, another day perhaps?