Summer Holiday/Page33a Day 2 - Tweens in the pool
The pool was closed; not unreasonable I suppose since drunk people and swimming pools are not a good combination. The dining room had been turned into a kind of cabaret, with a stage at one end with a band playing dance music and tables all around where people were sitting, drinking and talking. I made my way to the bar and found a stool and a cold beer and sat watching what was going on.
A lot of the groups on the tables were obviously families and although the younger children were absent, presumably in bed, there were still quite a few young teens around. There was a postage stamp dance floor near the stage where some couples were trying to dance and I noticed that several of them looked like fathers with daughters.
“Hi Frances; you want another beer?” I looked round and saw that Bob slipped onto the stool next to mine. With my beer topped up, Bob and I sat chatting for a while. After what I’d done with the children, I was more than a little nervous; even though he was obviously a paedo like me, I had no way of knowing how much the children had told him. To my relief, they seemed to have given him chapter and verse and not only was he okay with it, he was actually glad that they liked me. “Molly can be a bit demanding,” he said with a grin.
While we were sitting there, a couple of girls came over; they obviously knew Bob and asked him about Molly and Harry. They were twin sisters; Janet and Florence. When I first saw them I thought that they must be around thirteen or fourteen, but close-up I could see that under the makeup and party dresses, they were a couple of years younger. They both had dark hair, cut short, brown eyes and snub noses and when they smiled I could see that they were both wearing braces on their teeth. They were both wearing crop tops and short skirts when I saw how far their tops were pushed out, I wondered if I could revise my estimate of their age.
They wandered off and Bob told me that he’d met them the previous year. “Their mother died a couple of years ago and they live with their dad,” he said. “Once a year they come here where they don’t have to pretend so much.”
“What you mean, pretend?”
Bob looked at me as if I was an idiot. “Back home, he’s just a single dad doing his best to bring up two feisty daughters; here, nobody minds that he’s sharing a room with them.”
“You mean…”
Bob sighed. “Look around; it’s all pretty discrete, but I bet that a lot of the kids here are, shall we say, more experienced than most kids their age.”
I drank my beer and looked at the crowd with new eyes. There was an elderly man sitting at a table with a girl on his lap; she was snuggled up tight and it was quite possible that he had his hand up her skirt. There was a guy dancing with a girl and a boy; both early teens. As I watched, he swung them round and the kissed them on the lips.
“I see what you mean,” I said. “Is everyone here..?”
Bob shook his head. “Not everyone, so we have to be careful; mostly, it’s best to let the kids make the first move.” As he was speaking, Janet and Florence came back. “Where’s your dad,” Bob asked.
“He was talking to a lady; now he’s disappeared,” Florence said. Bob offered to get them a drink and they had a coke each while I had another beer; Bob switched to whisky.
I ended up on the dance floor with Janet; she had dark hair, cut to shoulder length and mischievous brown eyes. “It’s nice here isn’t it,” she said. I said it was, but even nicer now that I had a pretty girl to dance with and she blushed at the compliment. I’m no great shakes as a dancer, so we were really just digging around, more or less in time with the music, but when somebody bumped her and I caught hold of her to stop her falling over, she made no attempt to wriggle free.
I looked across to see what Bob was doing but he wasn’t there. “It looks as if your sister’s gone off somewhere with Bob,” I said.
“We met Uncle Bob last year; he’s nice,” she said. She was rubbing herself against me and my cock was responding. “Daddy said that if you’re a friend of Bob’s, you must be okay,” she said.
“It’s pretty hot in here,” I said. “Do you fancy going outside?”
She looked up at me, with her belly pressed against my stiff cock. “It might be nicer in a room with the air con on,” she said with a grin. As soon as he got in the lift, she put her hand on my cock. “I think he likes me,” she said and giggled. As soon as we got in my room, she turned round to kiss me; I was quite a bit taller, so I dropped to my knees which meant that she was only slightly above me. As we kissed, I pulled her top down to reveal a white bra, and when I undid the catch at the back I was surprised at how small her tits were. She giggled as I cupped one in my hand and gave the little pink nipple a squeeze. “You didn’t think they were real did you,” she said.
“I think they’re perfect,” I said leaning forward and teasing a nipple with my lips and tongue. After a few moments, I sat back on my heels and watched as she undid a button and a zip to allow her skirt to fall to the floor.
Her knickers were virtually transparent and I could easily see the slit of her pussy and the small patch of dark hair just above it. “Do you like them,” she said, swivelling her hips and then turning round so that I could see that they pretty much disappeared into the crack of her arse.
“I bet your dad chose them didn’t he,” I said as she turned back to face me and I hooked a finger into each side of the waistband and gradually eased them down over the globes of her bum. She’d lost her shoes somewhere but was still wearing white socks which, for some reason, I found incredibly sexy. She started tugging at my shirt and it wasn’t long before I too was naked. I sat on the bed to get my trousers off and as soon as my cock was free, she stood in front of me and wrapped her hand around the shaft.
“I knew you’d have a nice one,” she said. “Last year we met a man who had a huge cock; it was so big I could hardly get it in my mouth and there was no way I was going to let him put it in my cunny.” She stopped talking then and knelt down to suck me. I resisted the temptation to push her head down and leaned back and enjoyed the sight and feeling. She kept it up for a while and then stood up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. I reached out, pulled her towards me and kissed her; pressing my lips against hers and pushing my tongue between her teeth when my cock had just been.
When we broke off for air, she looked down at my cock and then up at my face, grinned at me and then climbed up onto my lap, got up on her knees and lowered herself down until most of my shaft was out of sight in her cunny. She put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest, and I felt her internal muscles squeezing me. I lifted myself further onto the bed and turned so that I could rest my head on a pillow while she sat astride me, riding my cock. “Ride a Cock horse to Banbury Cross,” I said.
She burst out laughing; “I’ll never be able to say that nursery rhyme again without thinking of this,” she giggled as she bounced up and down. It wasn’t long before I saw her blush beginning to creep across her chest and up to her face; her eyes closed and she was bouncing so hard that our pubic bones were bumping together as she reached her first climax. When she calmed down, she opened her eyes and gave me a wicked grin. “You go on top,” she said. She climbed off and lay down on her back and I was just getting into position between her legs when she flipped herself over. She reached for a spare pillow and put it under her belly to make her bum stick up.
My cock slid easily into her hot wet cunny and it wasn’t long before I felt her muscles tense again as she hit her second climax. Once again I held still until she’d calmed down and I was just about to start over, when she turned her head. “You can do it the other way if you want,” she said. It took me a few seconds to realise what she meant, but once I did, I carefully pulled my cock out and pressed it against the tight little starfish of her arse. Hard though I was, there was no way I was going to get it in, so I shuffled back and leaned forward to use my tongue. She clearly enjoyed the sensation and I could feel her wriggling as I licked and sucked and tried my best to push my tongue inside. In the end, I had to use a finger and then two fingers to stretch her wide enough for me to get the head of my cock past her sphincter. I don’t know what it is about arse fucking that is such a turn on; cunts are designed for the job and squeeze the cock all the way down, while with an arse, it’s really just that ring of muscle at the entrance. Whatever it is, it wasn’t long before my balls were clenched and I was filling her with spunk; there was so much that it leaked back and when I pulled out there was quite a gush of white goo.
I lay down beside her and lifted her on top of me so that I could give her a cuddle and we lay like that for what seemed like ages, before she lifted her head, gave me a kiss and headed for the shower. I did think of going in to join her, but I just sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to come out. Watching her get dressed was almost as much of a turn on as watching her strip; she laughed when she saw my semi-stiff cock. “You have to take care of that yourself,” she said. “Daddy will be wondering where I’ve got to.”
What do you do?