Episode 18: BAUMshell

“Look at all of the cherry blossom trees. Oh, my gosh, Mister Frank. This park is beautiful. I didn’t even know it existed. Me so sheltered.” Paige Turner danced about in awe as she and her date the much older Frank Martinbaum walked through the pristinely cut grass of Oz Park in Chicago, Illinois. This park got its name as a scenic tribute to the characters in the Wizard of Oz. A magical place indeed.

“I’m glad you appreciate this special place. You might not connect the dots being so young, but I share the name of the author behind the Wizard of Oz series. His name was L. Frank Baum. My mother was enamored by the series and the movie adaptation. So much so that with our last name sharing the Baum moniker she christened me Frank as a tribute.” Paige absorbed his pride with giddy interest. “The Tinman statue is over here. Cowardly Lion back there. Dorothy beyond those playgrounds. Scarecrow is somewhere beyond the playground area.”

“I hope there’s no Wicked Witchypoo. She scares me, Mister Frank. I don’t want to be turned into a flying monkey.”

Circling him in step with her pajama top totally unbuttoned and full frontal exposed, her bouncy titties were the highlight of their adventure thus far. Amazingly, the park had very few visitors today. For the month of May it was almost lifeless. Good for the two of them at least. Frank wanted his adopted little girl naked and giddy. His newfound adoration of this spunky little redhead in pigtails had consumed him since running across her video profile on Tender. Her soft shy voice was over the top and mesmerizing, as if she were actually ten years old. Her continued communications with him escalated to reveal a very sensual side in her tone. Foregoing her once shy nature, Paige’s boldness was now unbelievably erotic. She bordered on magnificent.

Even in Hello Kitty pajamas, and fuzzy slippers with gaudy amounts of glitter on them, the mystique drove his cock to full strength. Watching the child holding her stuffed teddy bear only added to that youthful attraction. At eighteen she was often mistaken for fifteen, but in voice much younger still. Although a troubling view to some adults who thought her to be abused at far too young of age, she enjoyed letting people believe what they wanted to. After years of shyness and self-esteem issues she had realized just how wrong she was. Now that she knew guys found her attractive, she had evolved rapidly. Her sexual appetite and desire to tease were growing ravenous by the day. She wanted it all. To tease and to please. Siphoning the reactions of men into fuel to inspire their lust was orgasmic great fun. Paige Turner wanted all men to want her. Kid in a candy store!

Her wish was coming true. On Tender alone, her account had well over 5000 men vying for her affections. She intended to give as many of them the attention they craved as best she could or cry trying.

“Swing me, Mister Frank.” She raced to a swing set and climbed aboard to sit upon a braided seat as if Dorothy’s pigtails. Swaying back and forth she kicked her slippers off and wiggled her toes in delight.

“There’s nobody around at the moment. Why don’t you just take those tattered jammies off?” He sat his small duffle bag in the gravel beside her bear, cell, and ID.

“Mister Frank wants to see me nakie?” She feigned a blush with inquisitive eyes. “I think he does.”

“YES!” He grew excited, rubbing his palms together. “MOST DEFINITELY YES! HURRY CHILD!”

Slowing her sway on the swing, she removed her top and threw it away. Standing up she wiggles her bottoms down and off, kicking them to the gravel at her feet. Performing a “TADA!” moment arms over her head she shifted her gorgeous hips from side to side.

“Let’s just get rid of these shall we?” He picked the discarded clothing up and took them to a trash receptacle a good forty feet away, abandoning them. “I’ll buy you a new pair before taking you back home.”

“I’ll be nakie until you take me home?” She began swinging again, both hands on the chains. Fuzzy Bear on the ground watching her make a fool of herself.

“Let’s try our best to see if we can make that happen.” He strutted toward her smiling like the Devil himself. Wicked Warlock of the West perhaps!

“Anything for you, Mister Frank. Push me! Push me! Puss me!” That last demand on purpose, she giggled. Making sure her legs were wide so that he could see her adorable clittycat she tried reaching for him with her toes. Luring him behind her she followed his every step, tilting her head back and sharing her amazing eyes with him. The panorama over her stunning body had him so hard his slacks were pointing straight out with eager portrayal.

“Hold on tight, Sweetie Pie.” Lying back in her seat head hanging low his crouch inevitably brushed over her face in claiming her chains. Mouth wide she nipped at his inseam and could not stop snickering. “Just how do you expect me to swing you if you are trying to bite me?”

“I want you to want me Mister Frank.”

“Have no fear child. I do believe what you are trying to nibble should tell you that.”

“Bigger! Bigger!” She went so far as to show her limber side, bringing her outstretched legs upward to curl her ankles about the chains. In doing so her labia parted to share in a gloriously pink tunnel. Eye of the storm! He tickled her feet and had her squealing. From feet to pussy, he could not resist tickling her clitoris in her backwards recline. “Eeeeek!” She chomped her teeth at his hovering erection. Frank lightly patted her wetness then chose to step around her to face her thighs. Holding her ankles in their confinement he took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss that clit. A simple peck she looked up at him smiling brightly.

“Let us be swingers!” He stood tall and brought her body with him as he backed up to build momentum. Launching her higher and higher he observed her giddiness increase into a shrill round of squeals. The bubbly ginger’s body was exquisite even seated on a swing. Suspended high he inhaled her scent and pushed forward taking her backwards into the air and running beneath her to let her go. Her short tight legs released the chains, outstretching to reach for open air. Behind her now Frank merely pushed on her back multiple times to keep her flying nicely. Now that her arching body was moving fast, he darted in front of her to watch her shy grin. She intentionally spread her legs wider for him to see her succulent pussy. He could tell it had increased in its saturation.

“I like being naked in the park, Mister Frank.”

“I too rather enjoy seeing you this way. Let us hope we don’t have prying eyes.”

“Like Flying Monkey’s?” She cringed looking up at the blue sky. Each time she swung back toward him she tried touching her toes against his protruding manhood. “Banana! Banana!” So cute! “Banana Split!” Her legs flew wider still, she loved showing off her cherry blossom. Playing along with her he posed his index finger outward toward her and with each swoop in his direction he carefully let that finger enter her vulva. “Eeeeee!” Now who sounded like a monkey? “Eeeeeee!” Two fingers that time! “You’re so evil, Mister Frank. Monkey business! Monkey business!”

“Your painted toes are exquisite. Ruby red like Dorothy’s slippers. Which reminds me, I brought a pair with me to make this fantasy perfect.” He let her continue swinging while stepping aside to go after his bag, sniffing his fingertips before unzipping it. “Delectable!” Digging within he actually produced a pair of thin white knee-high stockings and a facsimile pair of Dorothy Gale’s ruby slippers. Returning to her she shares his quirky smile with one of her own. “May I?”

“I don’t think they will fit your feet, Mister Frank.”

“Now who is over the rainbow! You take my breath away.” She beamed as he halted her incoming trajectory. Her legs still intentionally wide he captured her hips and felt her cunt collided against his unpeeled banana. The impact made Paige’s expression produce a yearning effect. Smiling at her he held her against his erection briefly. “Are you having as much fun as I am child?”

“Monkey bars!” She giggled and stared at his penis tent. “Yes, I love spending time with you Mister Frank.”

“Wonderful! Let us attempt this, shall we?” Lifting her left foot, he rolled her sheer white stocking over her toes and guided them upward into a smooth fit of her calves. Right foot reproduced she looked up at him with a sheepish grin. “These shoes once belonged to my mother. I do hope you wearing them does not give you the willies. I knew the day I saw you on video that they might fit you perfectly.” Retrieving them from the gravel he took each foot and placed the shoes on. They fit, just not as perfect as he imagined.

“I look like Dorothy now.”

“A very appealing Dorothy I might add.”

“Can I text my Daddy. I don’t want him to worry.”

“Absolutely.” He assisted her out of the swing and watched her walk in the slippers, clumsily in the gravel but capable. As she bent over to procure her cell from her teddy bear’s grasp, she told Fuzzy to watch her ID card. It was so very cute. Her ass and compressed clam, equally as delectable as her tone of voice.

Typing away she told her father Lonnie some good news. “All good Daddy. Having fun at Oz Park.” It was followed by the name of the first boy that had her in bed at Drew’s party. If not sexually. Hector was typed. Awaiting a reply that came swiftly Lonnie Turner returned with “Check cashed! Have fun. Text in an hour. Love you!”

“Love you more.” Ended her text session.

“All done?” Frank smiled, “I see Monkey Bars.” He then patted his crotch. She looked around for them unaware of his tease. One that she herself employed only moments ago. Silly girl!

“Where? I wuvs Monkey Bars. Just not flying ones in bellboy hats.” She collected Fuzzy and her ID before walking with Frank across the grass hand in hand. He held her close in case his larger body needed to shield her from any unforeseen people. Thus far, he had only caught a glimpse of a distant jogger, and a pair of groundskeepers, likely working off probationary time served. Six young men were picking up trash and pulling weeds to the far end of the park. Luckily there was a large wooden Munchkin village with suspension bridges between them. As long as no children showed up with angry parents they might just get away with this adventure.

“Let me watch your adorable cohort Fuzzy. You go play on the Monkey Bars.” She handed him the teddy bear, including cell, and ID. Giddily she skipped away. His dick was rock hard at seeing Dorothy so succulently playful. Frank discovered just how limber Paige was as she weaved in and out of the bars as if a monkey herself. Tangling her legs seductively she played the game.

“Help me Mister Frank. Me tangled up and can’t get free.” She pouted using her strength to hold her aloft. She had intentionally positioned herself so that her legs were spread wide as if almost pulling her legs behind her head. Frank dropped everything into his bag and rushed to her aid. Appetite aroused he reached beneath her bottom gripping her ass as support, then lowered his mouth into her delicious slit. Tongue wagging over her clit gave her the giggles. That led to moans. “That feels really good, Mister Frank. I surrendered Dorothy just for you.”

“Dorothy tastes delicious.” He lifted away with a damp chin long enough to acknowledge her jest.

“Like monkey bread?”

He chuckled while devouring her, his tongue wagging up inside her joyous hole, a risky finger teasing her anal canal. Paige Turner squealed. Monkey bread indeed! For the bread he just paid her father for this date he had better get whatever he desired. While a good man at heart Franklin Martinbaum did have his devious moments. Never any child molester mind you but he did indeed like a youthful roleplay. In Paige Turner’s case he had both the acting and the delightfully youthful appearance. The more she portrayed a child the more he craved her. If today turned out exactly what his imagination expected he was willing to secure her services time and time again just as he had mentioned. The ginger was exquisite in every way.

With her hands were struggling to hold her weight now, she released one grip at a time to regain circulation. Realizing her awkwardness, he held her aloft more firmly. “Dangle child I have you.”

Taking the risk, she let go entirely and allowed Frank to impress her with strength of his own, not once wavering in his feast thereafter. In her dangling Paige squeezed her breasts and teases her nipples, every tender stimulation adding to her pleasure. She loved this as much as Frank did. To be frank, pardon the pun, Paige got off as much as he did in acting as if she were infantile.

“I’m going to cum, Mister Frank.” Her body trembled in his grasp. Intensifying his hunger, she cried out letting her juices run freely over his face and down his parched throat. A mad convulsion made her right foot slip from its bar. Nearly a dead weight Frank held on for dear life until she regained her composure enough to assist in clutching the nearest bar as support.

“I can’t hold you much longer.” His tongue retreated, yet his scalding hot breath exhaled throughout her pink recesses.

“I want you to hold me until you take me home, Mister Frank.”

“In a much more reasonable environment I can certainly offer that.” He chuckled helping her escape her contorted dilemma. As she eased out of her cage, she leaped down into Frank’s awaiting clutches then threw her weakened arms about his neck. Thankfully she didn’t weigh a lot or Frank’s back might have gone out. At barely over 100 pounds Paige was perfect in that aspect. Staring into his eyes sheepishly she lured him into a warm wet kiss. Her juices tasted yummy from his lips. One hand on her bare bottom, his other on her back he maintained their lustful lip lock, entwined tongues tantalizing one another within. Five long minutes both of them became lost in time before escaping their embrace. She ended their tender moment with a swift peck to his left cheek, then one more on the tip of his nose. The unexpected move left Frank speechless. Not Paige, however.

“Teeter Totter!” She whispered playfully dangling back in his arms.

“Let’s.” He eased her to the ground making certain her balance was adequate before releasing her on her own. She immediately darted away skipping then actually performed a cartwheel. On the way to the teeter totter, she spotted the Yellow Brick Road in the shape of Hopscotch squares. Jaw dropping, she deviated her trajectory just to utilize it. After gathering their things Frank followed her, looking about for safety reasons. There still didn’t seem to be any obstacles at the moment to stress over. Watching her hop through the squares making up her own song was quite amusing. Her chest bobbing about with each leap. “Simply incredible.”

“Mister Frank ate me out! His wagging tongue made me shout. Kiss me! Kiss Me! Mister Frank can’t resist me.” Such a charming tune, “We’re going to play all day long. I wanna suck his big ole’ dong. Fuck me! Fuck me! Just because! Fuck me! Fuck me! In the Land of Oz.”