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Ahh, the early 90's. No smart phones, no state sanctioned surveillance on every corner. The only kind of flag your neighbor would hang that annoyed you was your favorite sports teams rival. And you could still get away with being a pervert in public. Well, depending on where you lived. I'm sure some guy in a town of 10,000 would be ran out pretty quick if he became a serial public masturbator. But I was lucky. I lived in New York City and no one gave a shit who I was and would forget my face within a block. Sure, sometimes I had to book it, or maybe take a couple weeks for nerves to cool, but then life moved on and I could go back to being my perverted self.
I love jerking off. It's my favorite hobby. No drug compares to the feeling of whipping it out, feeling a breeze across your balls and spilling your seed wherever you please. But the biggest thrill was seeing the faces. Watching moms grab their kids to hide their innocent eyes, or making eye contact with another man who wanted nothing more than to take my load but was too in denial to ever take the leap. I never knew what would happen and that was part of the thrill. And occasionally, rarely, someone would be so surprised, so intrigued, a stray hand would lend its help to the cause. Even more rare was the coveted mouth. The warm, wet stranger offering to swallow my spunk. I could live off those moments forever, but the urge always comes back.
Seeing someone’s line of sight connected with my cock fulfills me. Makes me feel alive. It was so intimate and wrong and raw. I could come just from a scowl and a look. Getting yelled at, called a disgusting pervert made me leak. Some days I’d assault a dozen or more people’s eyes, leaving them a lasting memory that they’d tell their friends about. Other days it only took one. One special person. But nothing will probably ever beat the day that forever takes the number one spot, the one that just thinking about can take me from soft to knees weak hard in an instant.
This particular day was perfect. Summer. Warm enough I could wear only a pair of thin running shorts with nothing underneath but not be a sweaty mess. Now to set the scene and why I sometimes find myself getting a little help. I'm a good looking guy, not being conceited, it's just the truth. People don't look at me and recoil. So I start ahead in that regard. I take care of myself too. My running shorts aren't just for looks, they're for staying in shape. The kind of shape that allows me to quickly abscond from sketchy situations. My job also allows me free days to wander. I'm a firefighter. NYC's finest. A job that should I ever get caught, might give me a little wiggle room to escape with my pride and job in tact. So in saying all that, I don't come across as a pervert, which gives me access to places I can be a degenerate without immediately raising alarms.
The day I met my masturbatory muse, I'd woke up hard and ready to hit the city. I'd already burned all the good spots close to home for a few months, so I rode the subway to unlock a new area. The Lower East Side. Lots of places to sit, wander, expose. And sure to be plenty of people out, especially kids since it was summertime and they’d been cooped up in classrooms all winter. I got so excited on the ride there, my cock strained against my thin shorts. My lack of underwear making it impossible to hide, which was part of the thrill. The close confines of my packed train car gave me the chance to brush it against a thirty something woman standing in front of me. I wore dark sunglasses and watched as multiple people looked directly at the massive print my engorged cock made in my shorts. By the time I got off at my stop, I’d already started leaking.
I was primed, ready to blow. Multiple days of edging myself had the pressure built so high it wasn’t going to take much to erupt. I made my way to the busy park and meandered around, walking by the sports courts and playground. Doing a lap to get the lay of the land. Trying to decide how I wanted to play it. I started by finding an empty bench within view of all the little ones and their sundress wearing moms at the playground. My dark shades hiding how my eyes fucked each and every one of them. Moms, dads, boys and girls. I didn’t care. They all made my cock hard. My sexuality was a fluid thing. I could take pleasure from anyone. I didn’t consider myself a pedophile, I still love adults, but the little ones were the most tempting to me. The trusting innocence of kids was irresistible to a man with no sexual morals.
I rubbed my cock as I watched the swings. Little bare legs dangling and kicking in the air. So much skin exposed across every age range. I leaned back and slipped the head of my cock out, tucking my shirt behind it. One of my favorite moves. Anyone close and looking would see the thick swollen skin and the way it glistened. I could easily flip it out or quickly stow it away, depending on my mood. And that’s when I saw her. A lone little duck lost in thrill of the park. Her first taste of true freedom in months. The little thing had to only be 6 years old. She had olive skin and sleek black hair that fell straight down to her shoulder blades. A round little cherubs face with chubby cheeks and a smile that showed off a missing tooth. I wasn’t sure her nationality, but the shade of her flawless skin and shape of her almond eyes made me guess Vietnamese. Whatever it was she was a tiny little package of pure innocence and I needed to corrupt it. She wore white sneakers and white socks with frills at her ankles. Her stubby legs poked out of a baby blue jumper that was too small for her when school started last year. When she leaned over in the sandbox I saw straight down the front, her little chest still carrying baby fat. I watched her, following her eyes to find her guardian. My shorts dipping lower to expose more of my cock. A jogger ran past and and I made sure to push my hips out to draw his eyes to my package. He nearly stumbled as he noticed, but kept pushing forward, raising no alarms. Probably because he’d spend the rest of his morning running around half hard, thinking about how it would have felt to join me on the bench and be truly free.
When I turned back to the park my little cherub was gone. I was crestfallen. My cock deflating just a bit from the loss. But then I caught a flash of baby blue. Little legs toddling towards the bathroom. Alone. I snapped my head back to the park. Such a perfect little thing couldn’t be alone. Not here. I spotted a distracted Asian woman chatting with a group of other moms. She craned her neck and waved, her eye line leading directly to my girl. I moved. Standing and taking a roundabout path to put myself behind the cinderblock bathroom building. I watched the little cutie turn to see if her mom was watching, and of course she wasn’t. The gossip must have been too good.
I waited, in the shadows of the small building, fully hidden from view of the park. When I heard little sneakers crunching along towards the bathroom door I pulled my cock out. It was swollen, the head a monstrous thing compared to who I was going to show it to. I whistled, listened. Little footsteps stopped. I whistled again and waited. Cock in hand. My heart beating through the vein running up my shaft. Then the top of head, wispy black hair preceding it before two eyes poked around the corner. Two dark slits that grew large when she saw me there. Cock in hand, smiling.
”Hey cutie. I saw your mommy over there, it’s a good thing she’s making sure you’re safe. But you wanna see something super cool?” I asked, trying to control the shake in my voice.
My shoulders fell when the girl stepped backwards, out of sight. I knew that’d I lost the chance. Her mom surely on the run towards us. I started to stow my leaking prize when she stepped fully into the shadows of the bathroom.
”Dat? Is dat your wiener?” She pointed.
I pulled my shorts down to mid thigh, letting her stare at her very first grown man’s throbbing cock.
“This is my wiener, just like your daddy’s. But mine squirts special milk that I only show the cutest little girls. Did your mommy see you come back here?” I asked as I stroked myself in front of her.
She took a timid step closer. “Mommy’s talking. Blah, blah, blah. Always talking.”
“Mommy’s are good at that. It’s okay to come closer sweetie. What’s your name? I’m Mason.” I asked, watching her take another step.
“Kin. My names Kin and I’m this many!” She smiled and held up four, then five, then six fingers.
She took another step, then another. So close I could see the freckles across her little nose. I didn’t stop jerking off, instead I sped up. Letting her see the precum bead and drip onto the dirt.
”See, it’s already making milk. If you rub it, it will make a lot more!” I encouraged her.
”Dat’s bigger than daddy’s and his doesn’t make milk. Just peepee.” She said, cocking her head to the side and watching my cock leak. “Doesn’t look like milk. It’s all shiny.”
“I bet your daddy’s can make milk too. You just have to ask to help him.” I said with a shit eating grin. “I bet he’d like that! Tell daddy you want to squeeze his wiener and make the milk come out. Okay?”
I saw her face light up and knew I had her. She was a good girl that wanted to make daddy proud. As she stared at my cock, I wondered what her daddy would say. Would he yell and feel shame and bury how badly he wanted to be milked by his little girl. Or would he make her promise to never tell mommy and pull her into the bathroom for a little daddy, daughter bonding.
“Kay. I’ll tell daddy I know how to make milk. Does it taste like real milk! Moo cow milk?” The curious little thing asked.
“It’s way better than moo cow milk. It’s sweet and salty and yummy. Do you want to try to do it? All you have to do it grab it like I am and pump that little hand.” I said, dropping my hand from my cock and taking a small step closer so that my cock was inches from her face.
Kin looked from my cock to my eyes, studying me. I saw her little feet twisting in the dirt, her hands fidgeting with her jumper. Her teeth worrying at her lip in deep thought.
”I wanna try, to make the milk.” Kin said, curiosity beating out her nerves.
I held my breath as one little hand let go of that adorable little jumper and reached up. One stubby little finger poked at the swollen vein running from sack to tip. I made my cock twitch and she giggled.
“It liked that Kin! You made it dance.” I said playfully.
She smiled her adorable gap tooth grin and wrapped her hot, sticky and playground dirty little hand around my shaft. I took a sharp inhale. Her grip tight. Squeezing. Her fingers didn’t even come close to fitting around it, but that just made it even hotter. She pumped her hand up and down just as she’d seen me do. Sticking out her tongue in deep concentration. I slowly pushed my hips into her hand, poking her pudgy cheek with my cock head, leaving a little slick daub of sweet precum. A stamp of my approval.
“You’re really good at this sweet girl. I bet you’d even be able to do what the big girls do. But…no. Never mind. You’re definitely too little.” I said, playing to every little kids weakness.
”Nuh uh. I’m not too little. I’m a big girl. Mommy says so.” She frowned, still pumping my cock. Determined to milk me.
“Hmm, you do seem pretty big. Maybe you can do it. It does make the best milk. But let me check to see if you’re big enough first. You just keep moving that cute little hand.” I said seriously.
Kin nodded, hope in her eyes that she’d pass the big girl test. I reached down and ran a hand through her silky hair. Pulling it behind her ears. My other hand pushed straight down and under her jumper to feel her little baby fat tits. She stiffened as I rubbed her nipples. Her hand stopping its stroke, but squeezing me harder. It felt incredible.
“I gotta check to know. All the big girls do this.” I assured her.
My hand moved out of her hair and I wrapped my big hand around hers and helped her stroke me. Making her fingers flex and move from tip to base. Rubbing the slick head over her palm. My hand in her jumper ran down her tummy, the skin so soft and silky I nearly came. But I was a pro. I’d practiced holding it in for just the right moment. Further down my fingers traveled over little girl flesh until I felt the tight hem of elastic. Cotton panties. Her sweet untouched peach mere inches away.
“One more check. It’s sorta like you helping me make milk. It’s a good touch to pass the test.” I smiled and Kin nodded.
I pushed my hand down her panties, her skin pimpling along my fingers journey. I gently slid my middle finger down that little honey hole, making her hips jerk. Her hand on my cock squeezing to the point of pain. Delicious pain. A single pearl of white cum dribbling out over our joined hands. I curled my finger and pet that little pussy. Committing the silken sensation of her slit to memory. Her clit a tiny bb. A point of extreme sensitivity that made her entire body convulse when I touched it. I smiled big, pulling my hand out of her jumper.
”You passed! You’re definitely a big girl. I found the button that only big girls have. You’ll have to tell daddy about that button too. But that means you can do the special big girl move. It’s easy, but only brave girls do it.” I said seriously and ran the same finger I’d played with her little loli cunny with along her mouth.
“I…I brave.” She assured me.
”Yes you are, and we’d better hurry before mommy worries. All you have to do is open your mouth really super wide and stick your tongue out. Make sure you don’t bite me and the milk will come!” I said, using my thumb to open her mouth wide. “And see if you can swallow all the milk, all the big girls can.”
My little cherub. My brave girl, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her pink tongue. Her eyes squished together, but she kept watching me. Not wanting to miss the magic. I extracted her tiny hand from my cock and placed both her hands on my hips. I stood over her like a giant. Her mouth the perfect level to fuck her face if I was truly sick. But I wasn’t a monster. Not totally. I started jerking off, hovering my leaking slit an inch over her tongue. She made the cutest little noises. Something between a whimper and an ahhh. I couldn’t help myself and laced my fingers back into her hair as I lay my purple headed monster on the youngest, cutest tongue I’d ever had. I worked it back and forth over her tongue, furiously jerking off and watching drool drip from the tip of her appendage. When I pushed the head just past her lips, sealing her mouth shut with adult cock, I finally popped. My first rope of man milk shooting out with such voracity that she had no choice but to swallow it. The next shots weren’t so easy, but I was past caring. I held her head as she gagged, and her hands tried to push away from me. Her eyes watered and rope after rope of thick load splattered her tongue, then her face. Globs dripping down over her eyebrows to land on her baby blue jumper. My hand in her hair holding her in place until every last drop was on that perfect face. Kin whimpered and gasp. Trying to catch her breath. My cock falling from my hand and back into my shorts. I quickly dropped to my knees in front her to burn the image into my mind of a six year old face covered in my seed. I held onto her by her jumper so she couldn’t take off back to mommy yet.
“Good girl Kin. Don’t forget to ask daddy about his milk.”
I roughly pulled her towards me and forced my tongue in her mouth. Tasting my cum on her teeth. When I let go, she ran. And so did I. In the opposite direction. Pulling a jacket and hat from my backpack to disappear into the crowded streets of New York City in the summer. I have yet to meet another Kin. There’d been a teen. Women. Men of course. But never another little one, and honestly it was so good I can die happy never having one again.