Only a few steps further along the path I suddenly hear giggles and the whispering of high-pitched little voices. I try to be as quiet as possible as I carefully approach the source of the voices. Between the bushes about 15 feet away from the path I discover a tiny sheltered clearing. What I see there makes my cock painfully hard. Two little girls of about 5, one white blonde, one red-haired, and both very slim, are busy with some kind of doctor game.

The little blonde one is sitting on a trunk, legs wide spread, looking down in concentration. She is holding up the hem of her skirt, her pantyhose and panties draped on one foot, and watching excitedly the actions of her little friend squatting between her knees. The red-haired five-year-old has a little broken twig in her hand, and is poking it between the labia of her friend. From time to time the little blonde girl giggles excitedly and encourages the other girl. "Come on, go deeper!" From the side I can see the redhead's mouth trailing a string of saliva from her concentration, as she pushes the "tool" firmly into the crotch of her friend. "Ouch!" The child suddenly jerks back. Looking concerned, the red-haired girl pulls the little twig back out. Its surface seems to be bloody along about 2 inches. "Ahh, that's nothing, didn't hurt at all!" The 5-year-old patient is much too proud to admit that her little cunny is in fact a bit sore.

By accident I step on a dry twig. Both girls jump up in surprise and stare at me with terror in their eyes. Don't spoil this occasion, I think and wink in my most friendly manner. "Well, well. This is rather a chilly day to be playing doctor, isn't it? Aren't you cold at all?"

Still anxious, but seemingly relieved too, the five-year-old redhead starts chattering. "You won't tell our parents, please? We would have played it at home, but we were caught once and - oh-oh!!!"

It's obvious that both children are trusting me already. "And those things you use for 'operating'... you could really get a serious infection..." I say as my finger slides over the blonde child's slightly bloody slit. Ruefully she looks down at the ground.

"Yes, I told Julia that a lot of times," the redhead whines.

"Be quiet, Tanya, you know we have nothing else...!"....(cont)