Pedo Paradise/Young/Pub/Tod
The girl in charge of the toddler is a teenager: Long, straight hair, tied back, skin tight jeans that show off a nice rounded bottom, and a skimpy top that shows off her small tits. The little girl has a mop of blond curls and is full of energy - running around and trying to climb up the frame. Her minder tells her off, but she takes no notice. You are distracted by something else for a moment, and in that time, the toddler has managed to get up a climbing net intended for much older children.
The girl in charge of her runs over to get her down, but there seems to be a problem and she looks wildly around for some help. When you get there, you see that the toddler has got her foot stuck. The girl is holding her up, but can't get her free. "Just hold her still," you say and it's the work of a moment to free her.
"Thank you so much. I didn't know what to do. She's so adventurous." She is effusive with her gratitude. You brush it off as nothing and she puts the toddler down and looks up at you. "I know it's a lot to ask, but could you keep an eye on her while I go to the loo," she says.
The child seems quite happy to be picked up, so you carry her back to where you were sitting. "So, what's your name," you ask.
"Em."
"Is that short for Emily?" She nods and you sit down with her on your lap.
"How old are you?"
"Two." She holds up two fingers.
"I wonder what happened to your mummy," you ask, expecting her to have been back by now.
Her little face droops. "Mummy gone away."
"She'll be back soon."
She shakes her head and points up to the cloudless sky. "Mummy and daddy wiv angels."
She is wearing a dress that has ridden up, exposing her white thighs. There's still no sign of the teen, and you can't resist taking advantage and sliding a hand between. "So soft and smooth." She doesn't object. In fact, she giggles and spreads her legs apart. "Do you like that," you as, running your hand right up to the top.
She spreads her legs further apart, but has to think about the answer. "I like Uncle Jim, but Robbie is too rough," she says finally.
So at least two men are playing games with her," you think, looking up again for the missing teen. You stroke your thumb up and down over the gusset of her knickers and then, getting bolder, you pull them down a little so that you can get a finger inside and onto her pussy. There's already some moisture there and as you slide your finger up and down her smooth little slit, you can feel her generating more. She still seems quite relaxed, sitting on your lap while you diddle her.
"Uncle Jim likes to play does he?"
She nods. "It's a big secret.
"You can tell me. We are friends aren't we?"
"I plays wiv his big willy."
"Is that fun?"
She shrugs. "'s okay. "He gives me sweeties after, so I don't mind."
"Do you suck Uncle Jim's willy?"
She nods.
"What other games do you play?"
"He puts his willy in my winkle."
Your finger is slipping in and out of the winkle in question. "You like that?"
She nods. "It feels good." She twists round to look up at you. "Is your willy stiff?"
"It is." You look round, a bit anxious now. "I wonder what happened to the lady."
"You gonna put your willy in my winkle?"
"I can't. Not here. It wouldn't be a secret if someone saw, would it?"
She looks disappointed. "I s'pose." She starts looking around. "Where Daisy gone?"
"Is Daisy supposed to be looking after you?"
"She's Robbie's friend. I dun like Robbie." Your finger is still diddling her and she giggles.
Reluctantly, you extract your finger and stand up. "I think we need to look for Daisy," you say.
You go to the pub toilets which are surprisingly good for a pub. You ask a woman coming out of the ladies if she's seen a teenage girl with long fair hair, and she says that there's no one else in there. Now the beer is making its presence felt and you urgently need a piss. There's no option but to take Em in with you.
There are a couple of men using the urinals, but they studiously ignore you as you go into a stall. You put the toddler down and tell her to stand still while you pee. She promptly moves round so that she can watch you extract your cock. The problem now is that it's so stiff that the tap is switched off and in any case, you can't easily get it to point down. As if she understands the problem, Em reaches out and grabs hold of it. "Willy," she says as she pulls it round towards her.
As you turn you can see that her mouth is just at the right height to solve your problem. Seconds later you feel her little tongue working on your nob-end. She is experienced enough to keep her teeth clear and as she seems to be trying to push her tongue into your pee slit, her lips are sealed around the shaft. You turn fully sideways and lean against the wall of the stall while a little two-year-old toddler sucks your cock. You can't help wondering what the guys using the urinals would think if they knew.