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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



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