Message-ID: <51868asstr$1126001401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: harrishgrant@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1125987645.842484.30200@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2005 06:20:51 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1.0.3705; .NET CLR 1.1.4322),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com; posting-host=213.201.114.102; posting-account=IpsAdA0AAADHCbTj0JLhPnxWyMkEVufv X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 5 Sep 2005 23:20:45 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} A Trusted Position (Mg+,b,extreme pedo,toddlers,oral,ws,scat) Lines: 705 Date: Tue, 06 Sep 2005 06:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51868> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Copyright (c) 2005, H. Grant. All Rights Reserved! COMMENTS: Warning! This story involves intense themes of extreme pedophilia, child molestation, and sexual abuse with toddlers. In addition, deviant sexual fantasies involving scat and pee related themes are included in this story. If these types of fetishes offend you, DO NOT proceed to read any further! STORY CODES: Mg+,b,extreme pedo,toddlers,oral,ws,scat STORY INTRO: Tim Willard has long been a role model and trustworthy fixture within a small conservative town in the heart of America. Because of this, he becomes firmly entrenched early on as a nursery school caretaker and story reader at one of the many churches within the small community - kind of like a Santa Clause at Christmas time. When a new family comes to town bringing with them three small children, Mr. Willard becomes compelled to break years of sexual abstanance with regard to his true sexual desires and his dark fantasies soon cross the line into real sexual acts! A Trusted Position by H. Grant Tim Willard earned his living as a senior consultant for a mid-sized business firm in the nearby city - at least that was his weekday job. At 53, he was two years removed from retirement and looking forward to it more and more. Mr. Willard had greying hair and was somewhat overweight. However, he came across to most people as a jolly man with a pleasant disposition and demeanor. In his hometown of Willingboro, he was seen as a positive figure and role model. He was very active within the small community doing church activities with parents and children. Having a school teacher for a wife and two grown kids of his own made him even more inconspicious on the radar of law enforcement and paranoid mothers. Over the years, Mr. Willard had earned the trust of the community by volunteering to be a boy scout instructor as well as performing several other community related services and activities. He was especially admired by his church for volunteering to do the children's Sunday school readings down in the children's room once a week while the grownups sat in on the sermon upstairs. Tim had done these readings for the better part of two decades and had become a household name among the children within the community. Tim had openly expressed his concern for the negative nuances of television and correctly predicted that a good story telling (not to mention a good story teller) would eventually bring kids into the brighter world of imagination and religious learning. The parents within the community ate his story right up and thought of him as a crusador for the religeous education of small children. Over time, his style of story telling became legendary and eventually children from outside the church began to attend Sunday school just to hear him read. In short, Tim Willard had become a trust worthy figure among children and parents alike in the small town of Willingboro. But Mr. Willard had a horrible secret that no one knew. He had a sick mind filled with sexual fantasies that centered around little kids. Very young kids. Throughout his tenure as the official Sunday school reading guru, he had kept these fantasies to himself and was content with eyeing up the children as they sat on their nap time blankets and pillows and listened to him read. Often, he would pick out the "child of the week" and have him or her sit on his lap during the reading process. Then he would go home and masturbate to the feeling of the child's rear end on his lap and the entoxicating scent that each child had in his or her own unique way. It was a world of wonder and enjoyment for Mr. Willard as each child over the years had their own unique scent, appearence, and texture - even though some overlapped with others and were quite similar. Mr. Willard read to small children ages three to six - otherwise known as the preschool / kindergarden age group. Up until now, he had kept his fantasies internalized - permitting himself only to go as far as having the children give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek - or sit on his lap (which they loved to do). But this Sunday things would be a little different, and Mr. Willard's perverted mind and penis would never be the same. A large family had recently moved to the township of Willingboro and had chosen to attend his church. This provided the children's room with a fresh crop of new faces - two little girls and one little boy to be exact. The little girl's names were Rachel and Erin and the little boy's name was Joseph (a typical biblical name for a boy). Rachel and Erin were twins and had just turned four years old. The little boy was a little younger at the tender age of three. When Mr. Willard entered the nursery that morning carrying his customary story book, he felt like a kid in a candy store. *Fresh tarts* he thought to himself. The first one to catch his eye was little Erin. She had strawberry red hair (just like her sister) that was semi short and came down to the base of her neck. She had the cutest hazel eyes that were big and round. In addition, she had a chubby set of cheeks with a pouty little mouth. She was wearing the prettiest pink dress that was rather short and she was adorned with the cutest snow white stocking hose complete with black saddle dress shoes - much like a ballerina. Her sister Rachel had the same facial features and hair style and wore a plain yellow sundress with similar hose attire and dress shoes. It was the only way Mr. Willard would be able to tell them apart that afternoon. Joseph had short blonde hair and was wearing overhauls. The overhauls bulged out slightly in the rear which was a definate indicator that the little tyke was wearing a disposable diaper or a set of training pants underneath. Mr. Willard was quite sure that Joseph had been properly diapered or "pottied" before he was allowed to come to church. Most parents took care of their children's "dirty business" before they brought them over for Sunday school. It was the standard procedure and etiquette that most parents practiced with the exception of lower class parents that clearly had no clue how to raise their kids. Mr. Willard smiled to himself. He had seen it all before. His cock began to stir and twitch at the thought of gaining the trust of these small children - particularly the twins. They appeared to be well dressed, yet their rambunctious behavior gave Tim an early indication that these particular kids were not well parented. Their pretty little outfits appeared to be the standard "classy" Sunday school attire. But underneath, Mr. Willard had a keen eye for what these children really were - white trash. Timothy read his customery story to the children that morning. It was the usual bullshit regarding sharing and being "good little children" in the eyes of god. But all the time, while he was reading, his eyes were on little Erin. The four year old twin was sitting with her legs crouched - unknowingly showcasing the base of her ballerina hose, all white and seemingly silky - showing the crotch of her precious little flower underpants. It was all a facade of course. Erin was no better than a whore's daughter- she was trash and she acted like it. This made Mr. Willard's cock twitch in his pants even more. He liked ignorant children. They provided the easiest prey for him. Ignorant children could be manipulated and coerced - much like a drug addicted mother. They were quite stupid and gullible, and Mr. Willard recognized this for the first time in 20 years. These little tykes were easy prey, and he set his eyes on little Erin and her twin sister Rachel. Both seemed enthuseastic about the story he was reading, but both showed a tendency to fidget and fool with their precious little dresses - an indication that they were used to being abused by a close family member - perhaps their father. Mr. Willard caught a naughty glimbse of little Erin sticking a hand inside the base of her pink dress and playing "touchy / feely" with her "undiepants!" while he was reading his story. This only served to fuel the fire within his middle aged balls. He viewed these children as worthless pieces of cunt meat. And he intended to eventually treat them this way. They were obviously worth no more than the white trash prostututes that he had seen on the city ave nearest to his firm. The little kids were cunts to be used and nothing more. What a great day this was going to turn out to be. Mr. Willard continued reading his biblical story - a story served up only for the brain washed idiotedic children in the room. However, upon observing little Erin and Rachel, it became clear that their white trash upbringing had it's advantges. The twins were not interested in the message his biblical story had to tell. They were much more interested in recieving attention from and adult in an authoritative position than other kids their age. They were definately children raised unwittingly with low self esteem. They needed a grown up to tell them how cute and beautiful they were - even though they were far from believing it. That responsibility would most certainly fall to him. Tim WIllard's cock gave another twitch as his story came to a close. These new children were definately oblivious to his latest intentions - disturbed visions that had only recently (within the last few hours) clouded his usually sound judgement. They would soon be victims of child molestation. All it would take was a little more time after the upstairs sermon. It wouldn't be difficult. Erin and Rachel's parents were consumed with trying to fit in with their new community. It was obvious that they were going to remain in the sermon hall that day much longer than the other parents. Mr. Willard would make sure to see the other children to the door, then he would focus his attention on the little brats in front of him. The twins looked restless. They wanted another story. Mr. Willard obliged by waiting for the upstairs sermon to end, then escorting the rest of the kids out of the nursery. Then he spoke directly to the little cuties. "Did you like my story sweeties?" He asked matter of factly. "Yeah Mister. Can you tell us some more?" the twins chimed in unison. "I've got a better idea." Exclaimed Mr. Willard. "Would you like to play as special little game with me?" The little cunts nodded their sweet little heads. They were so gullible. "It's a secret little game." He whispered to them out loud. "Little toddlers are so special." Mr. Willard continued as he pointed in the direction of little Joseph. "They are so pleasant and obediant. Would you like to play special games with your baby brother? Special games that only you and I know about?" Erin and Rachel nodded their cute little heads. They were so dopey and stupid. They would do anything he asked. Above all else, they were curious about their little baby brother. They had noted prevously that he had a "little thingy" that they did not possess. They wanted to find out more! "Good girls." He soothed as he turned and locked the doors to the children's nursery. The preacher upstairs still had at least thirty minutes worth of post sermon advice left in him for new parents and such - plenty of time for Mr. Willard to have his way with these special little kids. "Now bring your sweet baby brother to me." He urged in a firm - yet gentle voice. "I will lay him down on the blanket and I will show you special things about him that you have never seen before." The little girls nodded respectfully. They were quite curious. Have you ever seen your little brother's 'pee pee' up close?" Tim asked soothingly. The little cunts shook their sweet little heads. They were so un-educated. "Little boys make different kinds of 'wee wee' than you do. They make special kinds of piddle squirts." He continued. "Do you want to see what your little brother's 'pee pee' looks like? He asked. The little cunts nodded once again in unison. Their little cunnies twitched with unfamiliar excitement at the thought of seeing their little baby brother completely naked for the first time. They dimly remembered seeing their mother changing his diaper on the small living room floor, but their curious little eyes had focused on the content of his smelly little diaper. The brown stains and smelly odor that protruded from his dumb little hiney hole. They had witnessed the smearing and the mush that had occumulated on his stupid little bottom. Then they had remembered their mother scolding and wiping him on the floor. They had smelled the scent of fresh baby powder as it had been applied to his soft baby bottom, and it had reminded them (rather dimly) of the sweet "girlie powder" that had once adorned their sweet little hiney holes not so long ago. The little cunts had not forgotten the feeling of having their cute little 'tushies' wiped and their puffy vaginas soothed with tender baby wipes. They smiled at Mr. Willard. They wanted to see more of their little brother Joseph. They wanted to see more of his tiny little pee pee! Mr. Willard asked the twins to hike their pretty little dresses up and sit cross legged on the floor near to the blanket. He told them that it was necessary to hike their dresses up while they sat so they wouldn't get dirty. It made no sense at all, but the twins were oblivious to this faulty sort of logic. Erin obeyed first and hiked her sweet pink dress up and sat with her legs crossed in front of her. Because her dress was hiked up, Mr. Willard could see the small patch of her flowery underpants that hid underneath her white pantyhose. Next was little Rachel. She did the same thing. Mr. Willard stole a glimpse between Rachels legs. Again, her white stocking hose blocked most of the view, but there was still enough transparency to see a precious set of teddy bear underpants beneath the skimpy material. Rachel caught Mr. Willard sneaking a peak at her. She quickly placed a hand on her mouth and another between her legs to hide her crotch. She stayed in this position giggling and looking shyly at Mr. Willard. The filthy child pervert began undoing Josephs overhauls. He made sure to un-tie his shoes and take them off. Then he prodded the little tot to step out of the overhauls - revealing the cutest pair of Winnie The Pooh training pants that circled his soft babyish thighs. They were white with baby blue trim. Erin and Rachel stared at their baby brother and began blushing and giggling. They were gonna see his "pee pee!" Mr. Willard pressed his nose up against the front of Joseph's baby crotch. He could smell the scent of stale urine and baby powder. Little Joseph had done a "tinkle" in his training pants! The little tot must have felt Tim's nose against the front of his pamper because his soft little pee pee began to grow into a stiff little nub. Joseph had become accustomed to adults various mannerisms before they were about to change him. He knew that his mommy and daddy liked to smell him to see if he was wet or smelly before they lay him down to change him. Recently his parents and babysitter had shown increasing disgust over his "accidents" and had told him what a bad boy he was and that he must be ashamed of his soiled training pants. For some strange reason, these various scoldings only served to make Joseph's soft baby penis grow thick and hard in his cute little "pampy." His soft childish peter grew all rosy and tingly at the thought of having his pamper undone and his baby crotch prodded and examined by adults. Now, as he stood in front of Mr. Willard (a complete stranger), his tiny little lump grew thick and tingly with expectations of his pamper being undone and his "thingy" being exposed to his twin sisters. Little Joseph began to giggle feverishly and clap his hands with baby boyish excitement. His crotch was soiled with his innocent child "wee wee." The scent of baby boy powder and "kiddie piddle" made Mr. Willard's sick perverted cock grow stiff and hard. It was time to show off the baby's soft little pee pee to his twin sisters. The two twins sat giggling mischievously and blushing as they watched Mr. Willard take hold of the sides of Joseph's "Winnie The Pooh" pullup and begin to pull his training pants down around his chubby little knees! The dumb little cunts gasped in unison and placed their hands against their mouths as they watched in awe as little Joseph's pee pee sprang into view. The tiny little nub was hard and bobbling up and down with feverish tingly feelings. The urine coated penis greeted Erin and Rachel with hard throbbing gestures of friendliness and openess. It smelled like wee wee - and the little girls held their noses and giggled as Mr. Willard lay their baby brother on the blanket. Mr. Willard lifted Joseph's baby legs in the air and pulled his training pants off - revealing his tiny pair of baby balls, cute little bottom, and crinkly brown anus. "Now little girls, would you like to look inside your brother's training pants and see what he did. I think he made 'wetsy' just for you." Mr. Willard soothed. "Don't you girls want to see inside his pullup and find out what a little boy's wee wee accident looks like?" Little Rachel giggled and looked at Erin. It felt strange looking at their little brother lying on his back with his little cock standing straight up. But they had seen their mommy and daddy change him before. Even so, they had never seen his "wee wee" accident up close. They wondered if their little baby brother's piddle looked and smelled like their own. The white trash twins continued blushing and giggling and appeared shy at first. But soon, Erin reached over with her little childish hands and picked up her baby brother's Winnie The Pooh pants. Curiously, she held the soiled pullup in front of her and looked inside. The site of soft white cotton greeted her with a large patch of damp pee pee in the front and center. Rachel was curious too. She leaned over next to her sister and placed her nose against the moist little pamper. Her little pink nose got an excellent introduction in the wonderous world a little boy's "tinkle potty!" As the strong and musky scent of Joseph's shameful pee stains entered Rachel's nostrils, her pudgy little pussy began to bulge outward slightly and become engulfed with strange ticklish sensations. She couldn't control her stupid little self. She wanted to see more! "Let me look inside Erin!" She squealed at her sissy. "I wanna see his wee wee too!" "I'm not done yet!" Erin shot back - her puffy little pisser becoming awakened by the strange sexy scent of her baby brother's yellow splishy puddle. The two little cunts began to squabble over Winnie The Pooh's moist little treasure inside. Mr. Willard had to calm them down. "Now girls, I'm sure there's enough to go around." Tim soothed in a gentle and reassuring voice that had been well rehearsed over his years with the church. "Rachel, why don't you have a closer look at your baby brother's peter, it seems anxious to make friends with you - especially your sweet little nose and mouth." Baby Joseph giggled and cooed when he heard this. He could see his baby sister Rachel crawl up to him on the blanket. Her soft girlish scent and strawberry red hair were very familiar to him. He liked it when his little girlie sisters looked at him while he was being changed. It made his pee pee stand up even more! Little girls were sooo sweet and special - and they giggled and teased him a lot when he had made "messy" in his diaper. Little Joseph liked it when his sisters looked at his pee pee and teased him. It felt so shameful yet so exciting at the same time. His little cock could barely handle all the excitement - what with all the talcom powder and baby wipes being rubbed all over him at the same time. Those diaper changes always seemed to place him inside the magical world of baby boy heaven and sweet shameful bliss. Little Rachel leaned forward and looked closely at her baby brother's bobbing penis. It was hard and throbish and very stiff. She leaned closer and placed her nose up close to the tiny thing. Her little nostrils took in the sweet odor of her baby brother's wee wee stained cock. It smelled so moist, salty, and....arousing! Her puffy little pisser began to puff outward like a flower in bloom at the shameful smell of her baby brother's tiny little pee stained bobber. So hard and playful, moist and shameful. It was interesting to her, yet so...disgusting! Little Rachel's soft cheeks blushed crimson as she was aware that Mr. Willard (a grownup) was WATCHING her smell her baby brother's wet crotch. Yet she couldn't take herself away from the site and smell of her baby brother. Her eyes remained fixated on his tiny cock. Her puffy little vagina was mezmerized by the entoxicating scent of his childish piddle. For some strange reason completely alien to her, she couldn't tear herself away from the toddler. Little Erin had the same problem with his "Winnie The Pooh" training pants. She was engrossed in smelling the soft, pee stained cotton with baby "boy blue" trim. The large puddle of wee wee gave off the strong stench of a salty texture and liquidy substance. Little Erin's soft childish pisser began to expand like a blooming flower at the site and smell of her baby brother's accident. A wave of intense pleasure began to build and ripple through her lower crotch and stomach area with uncontrolable force. She didn't know what these strange feelings were, but it was clear that she was enjoying them - much like a child would enjoy the stimulating taste of sugar coated candy. For some strange reason, her feelings of guilt and shame with regard to looking inside her baby brother's soiled pullup began to erode and were soon replaced by feelings of intense curiousity and sexual pleasure. That tingly sensation between her sweet little legs was unmistakably addictive and nothing could be done to abate it now. The little cunt wanted more. She wanted to do was her twin sister Rachel was doing. She wanted to inspect her baby brother's penis up close. In fact, she wanted to...taste it! Mr. Willard commanded Rachel to make room for her twin sister. Erin grew very excited. She dropped the Winnie The Pooh training pants on the nursery room floor and huddled close to her baby brother's naked body. The scent of his wee wee engulfed her nose. Her little cunny gave an inner throb of excitement. For the first time, she was actually being permitted to look at her baby brother's crotch up nice and close. Even during his previous diaper changes, Rachel and Erin had only been permitted to observe from a distance. Though they had been afforded several excellent views in the past, they had never been close enough to actually SMELL their baby brother's privates. Mr. Willard was providing them with just such a chance, and the cute little tarts were quite sexually excited now and more than willing to take full advantage. Little Erin giggled at first - her face blushing crimson red as she leaned forward and placed her face up nice and close to little Joseph's throbbing peter. Mr. Willard leaned close to her ear and whispered... "It's all right if you want to taste it. Little boy's love it when their sister's put their mouth on their peters." He suggested. Little Erin was stunned at first, she had never fathomed this strange sort of behavior ever in her short life. But here was a trusted figure of authority telling her that she could actually place her brother's "thingy" in her mouth. She quivered with a strange sort of pent up excitement that had been building to a creshendo since she had opened up his soiled pullup and began smelling it. This was too good to be true. It felt so shameful and embarrasing, yet because of her innate curiousity and feverish sexual arousel, she couldn't tear herself away from an activity that she knew in the back of her mind was very wrong and probably deserving of severe punishment. "You promise not to tell my mommy and daddy?" she asked Mr. Willard timidly - her face blushing like a rose. "I won't tell if you and your sister won't tell." He answered back. Rachel and Erin both agreed not to tell their mommy and daddy what they were about to do. They didn't want to be spanked. More importantly, Mr. Willard had promised to show them HIS special "thingy" as an added bonus as long as they kept it a special secret. The two little girls giggled in unison and cupped their hands shyly against their pouty little mouths. They had never seen a grown man's "thingy" before. Not only were they going to TASTE their baby brother, they were going to see what a "big boy's" penis looked like - a grown man's penis in fact. Their fleshy little cunnies quivered with uncontrollable lust and excitement and they looked around nervously to make sure all was safe and private before crouching on either side of their baby brother and placing their faces on each side of his pee stained crotch. The little boy lay there giggling and blushing as his little cock remained stiff in the open air and fully exposed for his sisters to examine intimately, smell, and taste. Mr. Willard was also awarded an excellent view of little Joseph, and he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock in anticipation of observing the sick and twisted scene of the little twins smelling and tasting their baby brother - especially after he had just peed himself and smelled like baby powder and stale urine. What a sick and entoxicating site! It was extremely arousing to Mr. Willard and VERY sexy. His cock had already reached dizzying heights of thick lard and twisted pleasure. It was rock solid with perverted male arousel, and the little twins were beginning to take notice. Little Rachel had seen enough of her baby brother's pee pee. She decided to give little Joseph a shy and tentative lick with her tongue - right on the tip of his penis before she turned her attention to Mr. Willard's special prize. Jospeh's little throbber stiffened at this sudden - yet brief form of moist wet pleasure from Rachel's baby tongue. His tiny cock tasted a bit salty and the smell of his childish piddle was very pugnent. Rachel was very brief with her tongue swipe. Having already percieved this as naughty behavior and VERY wrong, it was hard enough just to play these sick little games to begin with. The very fact that she had taken pleasure in seeing her baby brother's training pants being taken off of him by a complete and total stranger was already causing mixed feelings of lust and shame simultaniously. It wasn't easy for Rachel to proceed with these sick and twisted impulses, but something about the naughtiness of it made her want more - not just within the limits of her child like curiousity, but in the depths of her fleshy little pee hole as well. Erin was more aggressive than Rachel. She had just started inspecting little Joseph's "wonder land" and discovered the joys of his smelly little penis. The thick odor of stale urine and talcom powder made her shiver with horny anticipation and she leaned over and immediately began taking whiffs and kissing her baby brother's thighs and crotch area. Seeing as to how her twin sister was turning her attention onto a complete stranger - not to mention the old man's penis, she delved into little Joseph's crotch area with a hungry lust. The smell of his aweful "pee pee accident" only made Erin desire him with a greater insatiable lust. The site and stench of her baby brother's tiny little pisser was so shameful and sinful - yet oh so incredibly stimulating, that had she been an older teenage girl, she would have creamed her underpants inevitably. Being only four, she was still naive to the world, yet she was still consumed by the unexplained sensations in her chubby little vagina and consequently, she now seemed temporarily enslaved to them. Rachel examined Mr. Willard's thick ugly penis. He was almost an old man, and his skin was a bit wrinkly. The little four year old red head was too young to realize that what she was doing was wrong. Nor did she realize that what HE was doing was wrong. Her parents hadn't educated her on being wary of strange men who wanted to do strange things with her body. They believed her to be too young to teach her about such strange horrors in the world - preferring to keep her mind innocent and naive just like her sister in the hopes of reducing their childish fears. The two twins were of limited inteligence to begin with, and Mr. Willard knew this and played upon it. His thick, throbbing, monster of a cock dangled out of his trousers but quickly stiffened when Rachel took it in her soft little hand at his bidding. The shriveled up object that was the source of Mr. Willard's twisted ambitions began to grown and stiffen under her soft childish fingers. Her fingers were so soft and gentle, and they stimulated the tip of his cock to new heights of perverse pleasures. This only served to increase the evil necter in his balls and heighten the sickeness of his thoughts. The stimulation of Rachel's innocent four year old fingers caused Mr. Willard to endulge himself in new depths of depraved and sickening fantasies. He was past the point of no return now, and the fear of being caught in the nursery molesting the new children and being thrown in jail and disgraced had left him minutes ago. He was now an evil servant to the sick ambitions of his balls and penis. Thoughts of little girlish vaginas, tears of childish shame, smells of urine, tiny brown anus rings, and potty related activity flooded his mind without mercy or end. His ambitions involving the little cunts grew sicker and more twisted by the moment. Indeed, Mr. Willard was now consumed and enslaved to his most twisted and disgusting desires - desires that had lay dorment in the depths of his imagination for many many years and were only now being fully realized and acted out. It was better than any grown woman or shot of viagra, it was a natural stimulant. These two little girls and their baby brother were going to be his first victims. And best of all, they wouldn't tell on him for fear of being punished by their parents. It was indeed a sickening scenerio that worked perfectly to his perverse and twisted advantage. Mr. Willard was indeed an evil man, and his actions that morning would soon expose this to these helpless - low class children. They were the perfect victims and fair game for intense sexual abuse, and Mr. Willard's filthy stiff worm twitched at the thought of this. "Lean forward little one and use your sweet little tongue." He urged Rachel in a sickening tone of voice. "That's a good little cunt. Nice and stupid just like your whore of a sister. Lick my balls sweetie. What a sweet little cutsie poo you are - nice and obedient." Little Rachel leaned forward like a good little girl and darted her tongue out of her sweet little mouth. The old man was fat and dirty. And the scent of his sweaty crotch was pugnent and invasive. Still the little cunt obeyed him. He was a big and powerful man and filled with poise and authority. She didn't want to make him angry, and so her pouty little mouth parted and a moist baby tongue darted out and began swiping and swathing at his thick balls and penis - filling the old man's mind with even more sick thoughts! Mr. Willard's slimy balls were now creating a thick load of sperm to be ejected in the not so distant future. His mind continued to sworm with intense images of little Rachel going to the bathroom all over the floor. Thoughts of her sweet spray of childish urine dominated his thoughts. Soon they turned to images of her strawberry bottom and smelly brown anus. Mr. Willard let his thoughts flow to even darker depths of deprevity. He wanted to see her squat down and poop all over the nursery room floor! He wanted to smell a little girl's BM so badly he could taste it. He imagined her little sister Erin squatting down and filling her girlie underpants with soft chocolate icing just for him! He imagined her pooing her panties just like a toddler. He imagined the little girls regressing back into behavior that resembled that of their baby brother - sickening behavior that involved sweet little girlie creations. Creations of pissy little puddles that had formed in Joseph's Winnie The Pooh training pants. Only Mr. Willard wanted more than just a "pee pee puddle" in their panties. He wanted...(oh god no)...he wanted......poo poo!!! Mr. Willard wanted a special kind of brown potty mush. He wanted the special kind of poo poo that only little girls could create - girlish brown cakes and smears! Their special creations would be entirely for him and only him! His mind became flooded with images of a little girl's clown panties with daisies and flowers. He imagined briefly how pretty they looked and how precious and clean they smelled. Then his thoughts became sicker as he imagined the little brown hole in Erin's bottom opening up and a precious little glob of "brownie fudge" squeezing outward - perverting and disgracing the beautiful childish underpants with pretty flowers and happy little clown faces. The pink little panties would turn dark brown, soft, squishy, and disgraceful! They would become shameful and dirty. And the precious little world of Erin's cunny and bottom - all pink, soft, and beautifully scented - would become dirty, brown, and very stinky! These were the sickening thoughts that were going through Mr. Willard's head as Rachel's soft baby tongue slithered and caressed his thick smelly balls and penis. These were the thoughts that would eventually make him cum. Mr. Willard knew that he couldn't bring all of these sick fantasies to fruition yet, but he had plenty of Sunday school "readings" in the future with these special (dim witted) children. And eventually, this sort of abuse would become common place for them. Their soft little bodies would become mere vessels to be used for his manly pleasures and desires. But first, Tim Willard knew he had to take it easy on them. This was their first time, and he didn't want to shock them too much. The very fact that he had gotten them to look at their baby brother and become accusomed to the wonderful new world of childish scents and smells - sweet precious odors of penises both young and old - and the magical stench of stale piss, was enough to get these little cunts started on a path to extensive sexual abuse that would only become more sickening and perverse with each subsequent Sunday. Mr. Willard had a plan and the will power to follow it. This, of course, was ironic because he lacked the will power to maintain the explosion that was beginning to erupt from within the depths of his evil sweaty balls. Rachel was working her magic. The dim little red head didn't need to be an expert at oral sex. The very fact that her tongue was so small and that of a four year old child's was enough to bring him to a climax. It was a climax so intense, that his thick creamy load shot out and sprayed all over the back of Rachel's strawberry red hair. This, of course, would created a dilema. And the best that Mr. Willard could hope for would be that his thick, ropey sperm would dry out and her hair would be a bit matted. Still, a little swipe with some baby wipes would be in order for the stupid little cunt. As his thicky, sweaty load shot down on baby Rachel's hair, the little child whore became noticably startled at the warm feeling of cum drops on her sweet little skull. Tim Willard grasped her chin and gazed lovingly down at her. He assured her that she had been a very well behaved little girl and that he would reward her with some candy before she left that morning. Little Rachel smiled as he patted and smoothed the cum stains on her sweet little head in order to conceal the mess he had made. She liked it when grownups showered her with lots of attention and approval - especially grown men like her daddy and Mr. Willard. She smiled and giggled openly like the dumb little twat that she was. Baby Rachel was so proud of her cute little self. *What a cunt.* Mr. Willard thought to himself as erased all traces of the cum stains on her soft hair. The only thing remaining was the stench of foul "old man semen." This was the kind of stench you would likely find in an old adult bookstore somewhere in the inner city embedded deep within a peep show booth. Mr. Willard quickly placed his cock back into his trousers and zipped them up. Then he withdrew some baby wipes from the nearby changing table. This would serve two purposes. First, it would create a nice smell to cover up the stench that coated Rachel's hair. Second, after unlocking the nursery room door, Mr. Willard would proceed to act as if he were changing little Joseph's training pants using the remaining baby wipes to do so. Upon instructing little Rachel and little Erin to fix their dresses and back away from baby Joseph, all evidence of child sexual abuse had been effectively hidden, All that remained was the innocent scene of Mr. Willard lovingly wiping the traces of stale urine from baby Josephs peter while his twin sisters looked on and giggled shyly and naivly. They were sworn to secrecy about what they had seen and done that morning and they would never tell - ever! After wiping little Joseph clean, Mr. Willard placed a disposable diaper on him. It wasn't the same as the training pants, but it was better than nothing. He would explain to his parents that he had needed a change and that he had been only happy to assist. Joseph's parents would look upon him with favor suspecting nothing. Mr. Willard had baby Joseph step back into his overhauls, Then he proceeded to read the twins another small story and give them the candy he had promised out of the tootsie pop jar hidden in the nursery room closet. The little girls listened intently as the images and smells of sexual abuse began to fade into the back of their dim little minds like that of short game of hide and seek. The incident would be partially forgotten and, of course, never mentioned to their mommy or daddy. When the story concluded, Mr. Willard led the three children upstairs to the ministry where he found their parents in deep conversation with the pastor as he had suspected. The parents and pastor were grateful to him for working overtime to entertain their kids. They thanked him sincerely and conveyed that they had signed up as members with the pastor's congregation and would be returning to the church every Sunday. Mr. Willard returned their praise and commented on what lovely children they had and how well behaved they were. The little twins began to blush and giggle when they heard this. They shared a new found friendship with Mr. Willard thanks to the generous candy and special "grown up" games that they had played in secret with him. They smiled and giggled up at him, but they would never tell. They wanted to play more secret games with Mr. Willard and they couldn't wait to go back to Sunday school reading the following week. Mr. Willard smiled to himself as he left the pastor alone with the family and headed back down to the nursery to clean up. The cycle of abuse had begun and he had more sick plans to implement with these uneducated - low income children. All it would take was time and patience, and Mr. Willard knew he had an abundance of both. The trap of indoctoring these children into a sickening cycle of sexual abuse had been sprung. It was born of two key elements that morning that were essential for any further abuse to be enacted - trust among the new parents and pastor, and friendship and bonding among the small children. The seeds of child abuse had been planted. Now Mr. Willard would watch them bloom and grow like a flower in a garden. All he had to do was slowly manipulate and nurture these children into a sickening mode of mental acceptance of these deviant behaviors. Once this was accomplished, all his sick and perverted fantasies would inevitably come true - starting next Sunday! THE END PS: Liked this story? 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