Summer Holiday/Spain Day 7 A lazy morning

After a sleepless night in which I could hardly believe how this spur-of-the-moment holiday had turned out, I decided that girls were off the agenda for the day. I had a lie-in and then made my way down to the pool for coffee and croissants. Even the parade of half-naked children wasn't going to put me off and when a young woman sat nearby, with a naked baby clamped onto a nipple, I decided to go for a walk.

One side of the road was hotels; all fairly new, and the other was beach, with a cluster of people who had ventured out from the hotel pool. Eventually, hotels gave way to houses and the occasional cafe, and then I was at the top of the main street into the town.

I made my way down to my usual bar and found an outside table, where I sat with a beer watching the people go by. Some of the teenage girls gave me “the eye”, but I ignored them. I was too busy mulling over what Bob and Mary had told me. I took the medallion out of my pocket and looked at it; it was just a plain silver disc with three intertwined hearts engraved on one side and the number forty-seven on the other. Did that mean that I was the forty-seventh person to join, or was I taking someone else's place?

I thought about how I first got involved with that family; the children messing about at the airport and Molly in particular showing off her little yellow knickers. Was it just chance or had they deliberately set out to pick me up. The fact that we’d all ended up in the same row on the plane had to have been coincidence, surely, but Bob had seemed quite happy, keen even, to get Molly sat next to me.

In my slightly beer-fuddled brain it began to look as if they’d deliberately set out to test me. Then again, did I care? I’d booked a random holiday in Spain and ended up fucking more little cunts than I could ever have imagined possible; while not all of it was anything to do with Bob and Mary, I certainly owed them a lot in making this holiday the best ever.

Getting involved with the paedophile group was certainly going to be risky, but the suggestion that I might be able to get out of my boring, mundane and poorly paid job, and into one with access to children of all ages were surely the clincher. I looked at the medallion again and then I went to look for a jeweler to buy a chain for it.

The jeweler told me that it was platinum, not silver and sold me a nice thin chain. He wanted to know what it meant, and I told him it was just a love token. I went back to the bar and had a couple more beers which, together with the hot sun, made me sleepy, so I decided to make my way back to the hotel. The little bus that chugged up and down the seafront was waiting at the end of the road, so I hopped on and was back at the hotel in time for a late lunch.

I found a shady spot and stretched out on a lounger to have a sleep; even the shrieks of laughter coming from the children in the pool weren’t going to keep me awake.

I was on some kind of stage; naked and with a huge erection. I tried to sit up, but my wrists were tied above my head and my ankles at the foot of the bed. The lights on me were bright but the rest of the room was in darkness; even so, I could hear people coughing and a murmur of conversation. I struggled a bit but it hurt, and I didn’t seem to be able to speak either.

A door opened to one side of me and when I looked, I saw a woman carrying a baby; they were both naked. She was talking to the baby; “Look at the rude man. What does he think he’s going to do with that stiff cock?” She sat next to me and turned the baby so that she was facing my cock. “It’s a big one baby,” she said. “I think he wants to do nasty things with it.”

She sat the naked child on my belly with her back to me and she immediately grabbed my cock with both hands. “Hmm, you’re a proper little slut aren’t you,” she said, “I just have to show you a stiff cock and you want to play with it. The baby pulled the skin down, making me wince; then she pulled it towards her and licked the end. “Does that taste good,” the woman said. “Why don’t you suck it properly?” I couldn’t see, but I certainly felt it when the head of my cock popped into the baby’s mouth. “Good girl; see how much you can swallow…”

I was in an aeroplane, sitting in a window seat with a little girl on my lap. She was sitting astride, snuggled up against my chest; a flight attendant came past and smiled at us, totally unaware that my cock was buried to the root in the little girl’s cunt…

I was standing on a diving board, completely naked with my stiff cock sticking out in front of me and there was a big crowd of children in the water, all clapping and cheering.

“Are you all right,” someone asked. I sat up with a start, and promptly wished I hadn’t. The woman with the baby was sitting on the next lounger. “You seemed to be having some kind nightmare,” she said. She looked down at my groin where I suddenly became uncomfortably aware of my erection.

“Uh… Oh… Yes.” The detail of the dream was rapidly fading, but I could still remember the bit where I was standing on a diving board with my cock sticking out in a crowd of children cheering. I don’t know where it came from; the hotel pool didn’t even have a diving board.

The woman got up to leave. “Err… Thank you,” I mumbled. She gave me a smile, hitched the baby onto one hip and walked off. The bikini bottom she was wearing was pretty brief and from the back it looked as if she was completely naked which did nothing at all to help my cock subside. After adjusting it so that it wasn’t too obvious, I went over to get myself a coffee.

What do you do?

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