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Copyright 2000, H. Grant. ALL Rights Reserved!

Comments: If you enjoy little girls who smell and behave like white
trash for the pleasure of men - this story is for you!

Story Codes: Mg,M+g,oral,pedo,anal,ws,scat,degradation

Story Intro: Another dark tale of child exploitation and humiliation
unfolds as 8 year old Trixie is coerced by her school teacher to
perform vulgar and discusting acts for the pleasure of his two sons.




Trixie's Smelly Underpants

by H. Grant


         Trixie sat at her little desk doodling on a small piece of
blank paper.  Her 3rd grade teacher Mr. Harris had given the class
free time to draw at their leisure.  It was nearing lunch time and
Trixie was getting hungry.  Her little 8 year old body was so cute and
petit.  She was wearing a pretty little school dress with knee high
socks.   Her hair was done up in pretty little pig tails and her face
had cute dimples whenever she smiled.   Today, Trixie was drawing a
picture of an elephant.  She loved going to the zoo with her daddy and
watching the huge elephants from a distance.  At first - Trixie was
scared of the massive animals, but her father had reassured her that
they could not hurt her and that she would be safe and sound with
him.  Trixie liked it when her father reassured her like that.  She
felt safe and secure in his strong arms.  Gradually she had become
fond of the elephants and began drawing them in class.  She also liked
tigers and zebras.  Best of all, Trixie enjoyed playing on the school
playground.  Her teacher Mr. Harris would watch her from a distance -
admiring her cute little bottom and pretty little skirt.  Mr. Harris
secretly loved little girls.  He wanted to pull down their panties and
play with their sweet little cunnies.   He especially enjoyed watching
Trixie.  She was such an open minded child.  Unlike most of the
children, Trixie had not been taught to avoid strangers.  She openly
chatted with Mr. Harris on the playground.  She appeared to enjoy
asking him about his personal life.  Mr. Harris was married and had
two children in high school.  They were both boys and they were about
to graduate.  They were good teens, but they had a fascination with
pornographic magazines.  Mr. Harris recalled how he had caught them
looking through Hustler magazine when they were only 12 years old.
God only knew when they had started.  At first,  Mr. Harris was angry
with them.  Over time however, he had come to accept their addiction.
After all, he himself was a pervert of the worst sorts.  He enjoyed
little girls and fantasized about touching them in their private
places.  Mr. Harris had originally applied for a pre-school position
at the same school.  He figured that if he could get into the pre-
school section, he could get close to the little girls through the
means of potty training them.  Unfortunately, the position had already
been taken by an older woman.  She dressed very conservatively and
appeared to dislike men.

         Mr. Harris hated liberated women.  He believed that a woman's
place was in the home where she belonged.  He did not share the belief
that women should be educated.  In his opinion, the less a woman knew,
the more submissive she would be toward a man.  He had experienced
this with his wife Sally when he met her back in high school.  She was
very intelligent and had a bright future in science ahead of her.
That was until she met him.  Very early on, Mr. Harris had exerted his
influence over her.  Eventually he coerced her into dropping out of
high school.  He bought her trampy clothes and told her to that if she
loved him she would behave like a bimbo and giggle a lot.  Having
fallen completely in love with him, Sally saw no choice but to
comply.  To make a long story short, she produced two sons and became
a devoted house wife - cleaning dishes, changing diapers, and serving
him beer whenever he asked for it.  He even got her used to dressing
in skimpy sluttish outfits for his male friends.  Sometimes he would
even go so far as to make her do a strip tease in front of his male
companions.  After discovering his son's addiction to pornography, he
secretly began to  influence his children's thoughts on how to treat
women.

He taught them to regard them as animals that needed to be trained and
subdued.  The climax of his influence came when he ordered Sally to
undress in front of the two boys.  He told her to lie on her back and
pull down her cheap underwear.  Then he instructed her to spread her
cunt and finger it for them.

         "Tell them Sally...tell your children what women are really
good for!" He commanded his wife.

           After the boys heard their very own mother tell them what
girls were to be used for, they became true converts.  They went to
high school and looked at the girls in a different way - without any
regard or respect.  They distained watching them learn and become more
educated.  Like their father, they yearned for the days when women
were kept stupid and submissive to men.

          The school recess bell rang - snapping Mr. Harris from his
thoughts.  The children of this particular school were permitted to
eat their lunch out on the playground during their recess period.  It
was only 45 minutes long, but it gave Mr. Harris plenty of ample time
to stare at little Trixie.  Her little pig tails were such a turn on
for him.  Mr. Harris made it a point not to teach the children in his
class very much - especially the girls.  Whenever possible, he would
segregate his class so that the boys could read literature while the
girls simply drew pictures.  He obviously couldn't get away with this
all the time, but he tried to separate them into groups whenever
possible.  One time he was caught doing this by the school principle.
When he was asked why the boys were on one side of the room reading
while the girls were on the other side drawing, he responded by
telling the principle that it was healthy to separate the two genders
because the boys would often stare at the girls or tease them -
distracting them from their work.  This exclamation proved
satisfactory for the principle and he went about his business.

         Upon hearing the recess bell, the children quickly filed out
of the room in a single file line the way Mr. Harris had instructed
them.  Soon they were on the playground enjoying their lunches and
gossiping among each other.  Mr. Harris took up his usual position at
the playground entrance and watched Trixie eating her lunch.  She was
munching on a small sandwich that her mother had meticulously prepared
for her.  Upon finishing the sandwich, she withdrew a shiny red apple
and began to bite into it.  Mr. Harris stood at the entrance
transfixed on the little girl.  He hoped that she would come over to
talk with him.  Sometimes she did and sometimes she didn't.  He
continued watching Trixie from a safe distance.  She sat cross legged
- hiding her upper legs and panties from his view.  Mr. Harris yearned
for a view of little Trixie's underpants.  He imagined that they were
white cotton with poke-a-dotted designs.  More than this, he often
tried to imagine what was inside of Trixie's panties!  He imagined
that they smelled of cute little girlie odors - little hints of wee
wee trickle and the slight fragrance of BM.  Mr. Harris couldn't tear
his eyes from young Trixie.  Sure enough, she eventually saw him
looking at her and became curious.  Finishing her apple and tossing
the core to the side of the playground, she walked over to him.

         "Whatcha doin Mr. Harris?" she asked in her sweet little
voice.

         "Watching you eat your lunch pretty one." Responded Mr.
Harris with a wry smile.

         "You really think I'm pretty?" asked Trixie sweetly.

         "I sure do Trixie.  You're my favorite student." Replied Mr.
Harris.

         "You really like me Mr. Harris?" Trixie asked hopefully.

         "I sure do Trixie.  You're a cute little girl and I just love
those little pig-tails of yours" He said.

         "I like you too Mr. Harris.  Maybe we can be friends after
school sometime."

          Mr. Harris's heart gave a sudden jump.  He couldn't believe
his ears.  He nearly came in his pants.  The thought of playing with
Trixie in private was incredibly enticing to say the least.  Of course
there were tremendous obstacles  he would have to overcome.  Namely
finding an excuse to keep her after school.  A possible way to get
around this problem would be to have Trixie agree to meet him in a
different place - secretly.  The possibilities seemed endless to Mr.
Harris.  After all he was a teacher and he did have some degree of
power over what activity would be best for his students - good or
bad.  Over the years, he had developed a good relationship with the
parents in the community.  He was well respected as being a creative
teacher who encouraged the children's artistic side - hence his
emphasis on drawing pictures.  Even the school administration had
encouraged him to become an art teacher.  It would have been a good
idea accept that Mr. Harris was by no means a talented artist.
Secondly, he wanted to have some control over limiting the learning
abilities of his female students.  If he had decided to become an art
teacher, he would not be able to restrict his female students from
reading literature or practicing arithmetic.  Besides, being a regular
teacher meant more salary than an art teacher anyhow.

         "Well Trixie, I'd like to be your friend also.  Would you
like to play with me sometime after school today?" He asked
inquisitively.

         "Sure Mr. Harris, but my mommy said she would be picking me
up after class is over." responded the little girl.

         "Well why don't you tell your mother that you will be
detained after school tomorrow for extra attention on your study
skills." Replied Mr. Harris.   "It will be our little secret.  Promise
you won't tell anybody?"

        "Promise." said Trixie excitedly.  Then she hurried off to
join her friends on the playground.

         After school, Mr. Harris hurried home to his family.  He ate
dinner in silence - speaking only when he was asked a question by one
of his sons.  His wife Sally knew better than to talk to him unless he
addressed her.  After dinner, he took Sally upstairs and gave her a
good anal fucking in front of his sons, then he went to sleep in his
private den - fantasizing about little Trixie and what he would do to
her.

         The next day in class Mr. Harris went through the motions of
teaching.  Every time he had the chance he stole a glimpse of little
Trixie.  She was wearing the sweetest little outfit today.  She wore a
pretty little mini skirt that revealed much more of her tiny legs than
the day before.  It was bright pink with lace on the outer edges.  She
also had her hair done up in pig-tails again - it was obvious that she
had remembered what Mr. Harris liked from the conversation they had
before.  She smiled sweetly at him whenever he looked at her.  Mr.
Harris knew he was going to have fun with this little tart.  The
stupid little girl had no idea what perverted plans he had for her.
It was obvious that he would have little trouble persuading her to do
things for him.  She was so young and thoughtless.  When he had tested
the children on their math problems, Trixie would almost always fail
to complete the simplest of problems.  She was very dumb indeed.  The
only thing she had excelled at was drawing pictures of animals.

         After what seemed like an eternity, the final bell rang and
the children exited the class - eager to go home and play.  Sure
enough, Trixie stayed behind and sat at her little desk fidgeting
nervously.  She smiled at Mr. Harris as he closed the door and pulled
down the shutters.  He walked over and leaned over her sweet little
body.

         "Well Trixie we finally get to play...just like friends."  He
stated.

         "Friends."  she repeated.

         "I've got a fun game we can play. But we have to wait until
the nursery down the hall is empty and no one else is around.  The
teachers have to go home first." Said Mr. Harris cunningly.

         "OK Mr. Harris.  I was wondering, what game are we going to
play?"

         "Have you ever played 'house' before Trixie?" Asked Mr.
Harris.

         "Sure."  said Trixie.  "I like playing house - I love being
the baby"

         "And I love being the daddy." Said Mr. Harris breathing
heavily.

         He was definitely getting excited by this foolish little
girl.  He continued to engage in small talk as the school building
emptied out and became quiet and deserted.

         "OK Trixie. Take my hand.  We're going to go down to the
nursery and play our secret game.  Promise you won't tell?"

         "Yipeee I promise." Said Trixie excitedly.

          Mr. Harris took the little girl by the hand and led her down
the hallway.  The building was dark accept for the late afternoon
sunlight peeking through the windows.  The custodian had finished his
cleaning and had gone home for the day.  Mr. Harris felt his cock
stiffen in his pants as he lead the little girl into the nursery.
Quickly he shut the door behind them and locked it.  Then he pulled
down the shades and turned on the lights.

         The room was littered with small toys that toddlers had
strewn about the floor.  The teacher had obviously neglected to clean
up the room.  The room smelled of baby powder and wet wipes.  A little
sliding board was placed against the wall at the far side of the
room.  In the opposite corner there was a diaper changing table with a
pink little trash can on the side.  Mr. Harris walked over and lifted
the lid, inside there were two used diapers - one of which was messy.
Mr. Harris felt his cock grow even bigger.

         "Come here Trixie.   I want to explain to you the rules of
the game."  Said Mr. Harris as he withdrew the messy diaper and hid it
from her view.

         Trixie skipped over to Mr. Harris excitedly.  She couldn't
wait to play house.

        "Now Trixie, I want you to be the baby.  I'll be your daddy
and feed you and change you." Said Mr. Harris.

         "Change me?" asked Trixie in a surprised voice.  "I don't
like to be changed. I never play house like that."

         Mr. Harris chose his next words carefully.  He didn't want to
scare the child off.

         "Now Trixie.  We both want this game to be a lot of fun for
both of us.  So if we're going to play house, you have to act like a
real baby.  If you do this for me, I'll let you go home from school
early tomorrow.  How would you like that?"

         Trixie gave Mr. Harris's words a lot of thought.  She did
like the idea of playing house for real.  She had never done that
before.  In the past, she had only pretended that she was a baby - but
never actually behaved like one in any real sense.  She also liked the
idea of being able to go home early from school.  Most of all, she
liked Mr. Harris and for some reason, she felt a tingly feeling
between her little legs as she thought of the prospect of Mr. Harris
changing her.

         "OK Mr. Harris.  I want to play house for real. But I don't
know if I can fit into any diapers - they're too small for me."  said
Trixie in her sweet little voice.

         "That's OK Trixie.  You can wear your panties.  Can you hike
up your dress for me so that I can see what they look like? I promise
I won't tell anybody about this."

          Trixie felt a little nervous.  She had never showed her
underpants to anyone except her mommy and daddy.  But she trusted her
teacher.  He seemed so gentle and kind.  Besides, he had promised that
it would be their special little secret.  Slowly, she hiked up her
pink mini-skirt.  As the skirt rose higher and higher, Mr. Harris
gulped as he saw more and more of Trixie's sweet little thighs - then
a hint of her precious teddy bear panties.  They were so cute.  The
teddy bears were smiling and there were little pink flower designs all
around the cotton fabric.

         "Keep you skirt up Trixie. Daddy wants to have a good look at
his precious baby girl." Said Mr. Harris as he began breathing
heavily.  He couldn't believe this was happening.  He was actually
alone in the nursery room with the girl of his dreams - Trixie!

She looked so sexy and sweet in her little pig tails and knee high
socks.  His cock had grown enormous and he slowly unzipped his pants
without taking his eyes off the girl.

Trixie continued holding up her dress.  She was beginning to get
excited too.  Little drops of pee pee cream seeped into her cute
little teddy bear undies - making a tiny little wet spot that was
becoming plainly visible to Mr. Harris.

         "Now Trixie, I want you to remove your dress and leave your
panties on...that's a good girl...daddy's so proud of you!" Said Mr.
Harris in a soothing voice.

         Trixie did as she was told.

         First, she removed her dress and stood before him in just her
shoes, knee socks, and underpants.  Then she removed her shoes and
knee socks and stood before him in just her teddy bear panties.  They
looked so cute and adorable!

         "Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl around the
nursery like a good little girl...that's it...just like a baby in
panties!"  Said Mr. Harris excitedly.  He continued removing his pants
until he stood in just his underwear.  Trixie began crawling around
the nursery - sticking her sweet little bottom up for Mr. Harris to
look at and admire.  She climbed up on the little sliding board and
slid down - revealing the damp spot at the center of her undiepants!

        "That's my little sweetheart...all cute and cuddly...the way a
little girl should be!"

         Mr. Harris removed his briefs - revealing his throbbing
penis.

         "What's that Mr. Harris?"  asked Trixie innocently.  She had
never seen a real cock before.

        "It's a special treat for little baby girls who make potty in
their undies!" Said Mr. Harris.   Does my little girl need to go
potty?"

        "Uh huh...I gotta go bad Mr. Harris."  Said Trixie in a baby
girl voice.

        "Then come over here and sit on daddy's lap little one. I want
you to do it in daddy's lap." Said Mr. Harris in a fatherly voice.

         Trixie crawled over to Mr. Harris with her finger in her
mouth.  She climbed up onto his lap and sat her pretty little panties
down on his fat cock.  Mr. Harris felt his dick press up against
Trixie's crotch.

        "How about a kiss for daddy before you make potty." Said Mr.
Harris lovingly.

         Trixie leaned back and gave Mr. Harris a long sensuous kiss
on the mouth - probing her tongue against his.  She knew that she was
about to do something very forbidden and awful.  She also knew that
some of it might seep out of her underpants and into Mr. Harris's
naked lap.  But she was beginning to enjoy this game - it had been
several years since she had been allowed to make messy in her
panties.  Mr. Harris held her tightly in his lap placing a hand under
her bottom.  He wanted to feel the sweet little mess that came out.
At least he hoped that it would be a mess.  He liked it when little
girls peed their panties - but making poo poo was even better.   It
was so foul, disgusting, and degrading to little girls.  Young
children that were willing to make BM's were very special.  They would
do anything to please a man when they grew up.  They were indeed a
rare breed.

         Little Trixie squirmed in his lap - feeling a little piece of
poo poke out of her little bum.  It squeezed and slithered out into
her panties.  Mr. Harris felt her panties begin to bulge.  Slowly he
reached over and grabbed the messy diaper he had removed from the
diaper pale next to the changing table.  He placed it against his nose
and began to smell it while his other hand rested underneath little
Trixie's stinky bottom.  Trixie felt another - much larger piece of
poo poo slither out of her hiney hole and into her teddy bear
underpants.  Slowly it oozed it's way around her little brownie -
making an awful smelly stench.  Mr. Harris began to rub the moist
bulge in her panties and smear it around.  Trixie felt her hiney hole
get all warm and soggy with dirty poo.  Soon her entire hiney was
smeared with the filthy mess.  The bottom of her undies had turned all
brown and the cute little teddy bears were covered in little girl
poo!  Mr. Harris leaned forward and licked her ear lobe with his
filthy tongue.

        "Filthy little girl...you're all covered with poo poo!" Teased
Mr. Harris.  "Lift your head Trixie, I have something I want you to
smell."

         Trixie lifted her face and was greeted with the smelly
disposable pamper.  Suddenly she became sick.  This was awful and
disgusting and the game had gone too far.

        "Let me go Mr. Harris...I wanna go home!"  she said in a
desperate tone of voice.

         Mr. Harris wouldn't have it.

        "Where are you going to go little one.  Your panties are all
sticky and smelly and everyone would laugh at you.  Your just a little
whore and I'm going treat you like one."

         Just to prove his point, Mr. Harris released the struggling
child and grabbed the rest of her clothes off the floor.  Trixie
thought about running away, but she soon realized her predicament.
Mr. Harris was right.  Everyone would laugh at her.  She had no choice
but to remain in the nursery with Mr. Harris and do what she was
told.  Little Trixie began to whimper and sob.  She held her nose and
placed a hand between her dirty legs.  She was a little kiddie whore
now.

        "Now now Trixie. If you behave like a good girl and make Mr.
Harris happy, I won't tell anybody about this in school tomorrow.  You
don't want me to tell your friends do you?" Said Mr. Harris in a stern
voice that made little Trixie cringe with fear.

        "No (sniffle) (sniffle)...I'll do anything you want Mr.
Harris.  Please don't tell anybody."  whimpered Trixie.

        "Then you will see me again tomorrow without any questions
asked." Said Mr. Harris.

        "What if my parents pick me up?" whimpered Trixie.

        "You will tell them that you are staying after for more
tutoring. If you tell them about our secret, I'll show your classmates
your poopy underpants!" Said Mr. Harris.

        "Now take off your sticky undies and give them to me.  I just
love to look at little girl's BM's."

         Trixie removed her panties.  Some of the poo clung to her
vagina and her dirty little bottom was covered with brown mush.  Mr.
Harris proceeded to wipe her down with baby wipes and clean her
bottom.  He took great delight in examining her pink fleshy pee pee
folds as he wiped her baby trickle.  It looked so cute and hairless.
When he was finished wiping her bum and trickle, he handed her the
pink mini-skirt and told her to put it back on along with her shoes
and knee high school socks.  Trixie quickly put her dress back on -
her face was pink with embarrassment and shame.  She felt like she had
been used like an object.  Indeed she was an object - an object of Mr.
Harris's desires.   He had even greater plans for his little poopy
slut tomorrow.  Of course, he would have to talk it over with his two
sons.  It was about time he revealed his true perversion to them.
They were ready for the truth now.  Mr. Harris would give them
something they had yearned for since they had  witnessed their
mother's slutty behavior for the first time - an opportunity to use a
dumb little girl before she had the chance to be educated.

        "Before you go home Trixie, I have something special I want
you to do for me - think of it as a token of our little secret
agreement." Said Mr. Harris.

         Trixie watched in dismay as he started stroking his penis as
he moved toward her.

        "Get on your sweet little knees dirty one." He said in a
suggestive voice.

         Trixie had no choice but to obey.  She did not want Mr.
Harris to tell her friends what she had done in her panties.  Slowly
she knelt down before Mr. Harris resting her knees on the nursery room
carpet.

        "Open your mouth Trixie.  I think you're going to enjoy the
taste of my penis."

          Trixie was horrified.  She had never imagined what a cock
looked like, let alone put one in her mouth.  But here it was -
standing fully erect and bobbing up and down menacingly in front of
her face.  The thick massive object stank of stale urine and old
semen.  Mr. Harris leaned forward and pushed the smelly vessel against
her tiny lips.

        "Open up Trixie...that's a girl...soon you will learn to
appreciate this and enjoy it. Your mouth was meant to be used for this
purpose." He stated matter of factly.

         Trixie slowly opened her mouth.   Desperately, she looked
away at the far wall in the nursery as she gazed at the little clowns
and doll designs.  The smelly lard lurched it's way forward menacingly
as it pressed against her outer lips and eased it's way inside her hot
little mouth.  The fat slimy worm pressed against her child tongue -
filling her taste buds with salty residue and traces of urine.  The
little girl's cheeks began to expand with the filthy load and
ballooned outward.  Mr. Harris had the biggest erection he had
experienced in years!  This little fuck doll was going to be his
personal toy - at least three times a week.  Slowly he pushed his cock
in and out of her sweet little mouth - causing her cheeks to expand
and contract with the huge load of stinky meat.  Trixie closed her
eyes as they began to swell up with tears.  Her little head began to
bob up and down on the huge shaft - never missing a beat.  Mr. Harris
grabbed hold of her little pig-tails and began to pull on them as she
performed her duty.  The smelly snake swam around in her mouth -
enjoying the sweetness of her little baby tongue and the aroma of her
little girl breath.  Mr. Harris gripped her head firmly and began to
push it down on his prick with greater force.

        "That's it you little slut...suck and slurp like a good little
whore!" He blurted as his face began to leak drops of sweat.

         This was one of the best blow jobs he had ever received in
his life.   Trixie was becoming nauseated with the taste and smell of
his cock.  She felt like she was going to choke due to the massive
size of his hard shaft.  It was about to get worse.  Mr. Harris felt a
sudden surge as his prick began to swell up with thick gooey man
cream.  The entire load shot into the little girl's mouth and throat -
soaking her gums and teeth with the filthy slime.  Mr. Harris grabbed
her skull and rammed it into his shaft - forcing her to deep throat
him at the same time.  Trixie choked as a pile of saliva and semen
leaked out of her sweet little mouth and onto the nursery room floor.
She was nothing but a pile of slut candy to Mr. Harris and he treated
her without mercy.

         When the ordeal was over, Mr. Harris reminded her to shut her
mouth and keep the incident a secret.  He also instructed her to
inform her parents about their future "tutoring" sessions after school
- specifically on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  Trixie had no
choice but to obey Mr. Harris - fearful of the embarrassing
consequences she might face if she didn't.  She walked home without
any panties on.   Only her pink mini-skirt hid her dilemma from the
outside world.  Trixie thought about the shameful poo she had made for
Mr. Harris.  She thought about the messy diaper he had held up to her
sweet little nose.  And she thought about his stinky cock.  Within
moments she felt her eyes fill with tears.  She had been a naughty
little girl.  Almost instantly Trixie lost respect for herself.  She
struggled to hide her tears as she entered her house.  She went right
to her bedroom and threw herself onto her bed - sobbing
uncontrollably.

         The next day in school, Trixie avoided eye contact with Mr.
Harris.  She sat at the back of the room and kept to herself.  She
didn't talk to any of her friends on the playground and avoided using
the bathroom at all costs.  She knew that tomorrow would be Friday,
and that meant seeing Mr. Harris again for another one of his
"sessions."  She cringed at the thought of him looking at her nude
body.  Exposing it, examining it, probing it, making lewd comments
about it.  She felt like a cheap slut.  Of course, no one knew about
what had happened - and hopefully it would stay that way as long as
she behaved like a good girl and did what Mr. Harris wanted.

         Mr. Harris concluded his Thursday class in normal fashion
dismissing the children after the bell.  Little Trixie tried to hide
in the crowd students clamoring for the door.

        "Wait Trixie. Stay here I have to talk to you" Said Mr. Harris
sternly.

         Trixie shuffled over to his desk nervously while the rest of
the children exited the room.  Her knees began to quiver in fear of
this powerful man.

        "I noticed you kept to yourself today Trixie. Anything wrong?"
Asked Mr. Harris in a gentle voice.

        "No sir." Replied Trixie weakly.

        "Good." Said Mr. Harris.  "I expect you to stay after class
tomorrow.  I'm planning to bring you over to my house for a private
session.  I think you'll enjoy it.

         Trixie shuddered at the thought.  She wasn't prepared to go
over to Mr. Harris's house alone - especially after what had happened
the day before.  Mr. Harris began to see the doubt in Trixie's
complexion.  He quickly fixed her with an icy stare - a warning not to
disobey him.  Trixie reluctantly agreed.  She turned and left the
classroom - consumed with a feeling of hopeless isolation.

         When Mr. Harris returned home for the evening, he found his
two sons engrossed in a porn magazine.  Suddenly an idea struck him.

        "Say boys, how would you like to see the real thing?" Asked
Mr. Harris.  "I know that you've already seen your slut mother, but
I've got a special treat for the both of you - actually it's for all
three of us."

        "What is it dad?" Asked James - the eldest one.

        "Well son, I have a pretty little 3rd grade slut at school
that is just dying to meet you and your brother." Said Mr. Harris.
"She's only eight years old and doesn't have any hair on her pussy yet
- but she's very stupid and accommodating.  I'm sure we will all enjoy
her.  I'm bringing her over after school tomorrow. How would you boys
like that?"

        "Far out dad. We'd love that!" Said the younger brother
Michael.  Though they were both seniors in high school, Michael was
eight months younger than James. Yet they shared an uncommon bond
between them.  They loved to degrade girls - especially little ones -
though they had not practiced this in real life because they were
forbidden to - that is until now.  Their father had become a sort of a
sexual savior for them and they respected him tremendously.

        "Are you going to have her dress properly?" Asked James.

        "Sure am.  She's very willing.  Sometimes she can be
uncooperative but I'm slowly breaking her in.  She's very dumb. In
fact, she has trouble using the potty!" Said Mr. Harris with an evil
snicker.

        "That's awesome dad!" Said Michael.  "We're going to have lots
of fun with her aren't we James."

        "You bet.  I'm going to fuck her in her sweet little ass!"
Responded James.

         Sally Harris was in the other room scrubbing the floor for
her husband.  She heard every word that was said.  She said nothing.
She knew her place.

         The next day in school, Mr. Harris brought in a special
outfit for little Trixie to wear.  The outfit consisted of a pretty
little pair of yellow cotton panties, a pink ballerina tu tu that was
very short - certain to reveal little hints of her baby crotch, and a
pair of cute little anklets and knee high socks.  He also planned to
put her hair in pig-tails (if they weren't already) and apply lots of
cherry red lipstick to her mouth.  The biggest challenge would be to
get her to behave properly.  For that obstacle, he would use verbal
threats - physical force if necessary.

         To his relief, Trixie came in wearing pig-tails again.
However her outfit was very conservative.  Mr. Harris looked at his
bag filled with special clothing and chuckled to himself.  There was
no way this little tart was getting out of this.  He proceeded to
teach 3rd grade class in his typical fashion - segregating the boys so
that they could study and become smart while the girls were instructed
to play with their pretty hair and draw pictures.  The afternoon
dragged on for Mr. Harris.  He couldn't wait to bring little Trixie
home to his sons for some romper room fun and games.  He had locked
Sally in the basement for the day making sure to shove a plate of food
under the door before he left for work.  Meanwhile, the boys had gone
to school with stiff hard cocks - anxiously awaiting their turn with
Trixie.

         Finally the bell rang and class was dismissed.  Trixie
remained seated in the back of the room awaiting instructions from Mr.
Harris.  She twirled her hair and blew on her bubble gum like Mr.
Harris had told her to do.  Fearfully, she looked around the
classroom.  Everyone had left the building and she was all alone with
Mr. Harris.  The middle aged teacher smiled at her and stepped
forward.

        "You're behaving quite well my little tart.  I just love that
bubble gum you're chewing. Roll your eyes for me and smile...that's
it...good girl. Now come with me to my car, we're going to go for a
little ride." Said Mr. Harris gently but firmly.

          Trixie was taken by the hand and led out into the hallway.
 From there, she was led to a back exit near the faculty parking lot.
Mr. Harris opened the passenger seat and told her to scoot in.  Then
he closed the door making sure to lock it.  Quickly he got into the
drivers side and started the car.  He glanced over at little Trixie.

        "I bought you some special clothes my dear.  I'm sure you will
find them quite comfortable.  When we get to my home I expect you to
put them on immediately without any questions. Understand?" Said Mr.
Harris firmly.

        "Yes sir...I'll do anything you want.  Just don't tell
anybody."  replied Trixie in a subdued tone of voice.

        She had finally resigned herself to this role and decided that
the only way to get through the ordeal was to try and enjoy it - no
matter how painful or humiliating it may be.  She managed a slight
smile for Mr. Harris and began chewing her gum loudly so that he could
hear it.  She didn't want him to be displeased with her.

         When they arrived at his house, the boys were already home.
James was on the front porch reading a copy of hustler while Michael
was upstairs preparing a makeshift den for little Trixie to play in.
Mr. Harris exited the car carrying Trixie by the hand.

        "James, take Trixie to the bathroom and get her changed into
these special clothes." Commanded Mr. Harris.
         His cock was already beginning to bulge in anticipation of
this special occasion.  He had never dreamed he would have a little
girl at his disposal - especially in the privacy of his own home.
Sally was still locked in the basement sleeping on a small cot.  She
slept soundly and was oblivious to all the racket upstairs.  Michael
came out of the upstairs den to find Trixie being led into the
bathroom by his older brother James.

        "Oh my!  What a priceless little prize you got there James.
Can I help you dress her?" He asked in an excited tone of voice.

        "Sure can Mike. C'mon in." Replied James - his cock throbbing
in his shorts.

         Trixie was led into the bathroom and stripped of all her
clothing.  She stood in between the two brothers as they withdrew a
special pair of yellow cotton panties from the paper bag that Mr.
Harris had given them.  Forcefully, they lifted her ankles and pulled
them up her sweet little legs.  Next, they took out the pink ballerina
tu-tu and dressed her in it.  Finally came the little baby anklets and
knee high socks.  James put the final touches on Trixie while Michael
applied the red lipstick and whorish eye shadow.  When they were
finished, Trixie looked like a typical bubble gum chewing bimbo slut.
She was still way too small to play the proper roll of a teenie bopper
groupie, but she looked like one just the same.  After they had
finished dressing her, they led her to the den where Mr. Harris was
waiting.  He sat on the couch without any clothes on - his cock
throbbing out in the open.

        "Now you know how we want you to behave Trixie." Said Mr.
Harris.  "Come here and sit on my lap. I want to feel your baby
tits."

         Trixie walked over to the couch - her little school girl
shoes clicking against the hardwood floor.  She climbed up on his lap
- chewing her gum loudly and smiling at him.  The two boys sat on
either end of the couch and began playing with her hair while their
father stuck his fingers under her tu-tu.  Soon his fingers worked
their way up to her panties and began probing the outer lining near
her baby crotch.

        "C'mon Trixie make wetsie for us. We heard you like to make
potty in your panties!" Said James.

         Trixie began to relax.  Soon she felt a little trickle of pee
leak out of her little cunny and onto Mr. Harris's finger.  Mr. Harris
smiled as he felt his index finger become coated with little girl piss
juice.  Michael shoved his hand under her mini-skirt and began
pinching her left nipple.  James leaned over and began licking her
cheek - smearing his saliva all over the little slut.

        "Hold her up dad, I want to pull her little panties down."
Said Michael.

         Mr. Harris slowly lifted Trixie in the air as some more
dribble leaked out of her baby pee pee hole and onto his naked lap.
She looked so cute in her little baby pig-tails.  Michael pulled her
panties down from behind - exposing her cute little bottom.  It was
all pink and fleshy and looked oh so yummy!  Gently he spread her ass
cheeks and looked at her tiny poo poo hole.  It looked like a precious
little brown crinkly hole with sweet little BM odors emanating from
it.  Michael leaned closely and took a wiff of her hiney.

        "Wew! She smells like a little whore." Said Michael as he
withdrew his face from the little girl's bottom and held his nose.

        Suddenly James spoke up.

       "Sit her on my cock dad.  I wanna fuck her sweet little bum
hole. You would like that wouldn't you Trixie?"

         Trixie gave him a huge smile and giggled.  He looked kind of
cute and she had never had a cock in her bummy before.  Slowly, Mr.
Harris lowered her onto his eldest son's lap - making sure his cock
fit squarely into her poop shute.  Her little brown hole began to
expand slowly as it formed a ring around James's cock - just like a
big "O." Gently, he eased it into her little bottom and began to pump
it in and out.  Trixie felt pain at first, but gradually she became
used to it.  Meanwhile, Michael took out his cock and pushed it into
her mouth.  Trixie began slurping away instinctively while Mr. Harris
looked on.  He was amazed at this little lolita.  She had one cock up
her ass and one in her mouth!  What a cunt.  Mr. Harris leaned forward
and began jacking off in front of her left eyebrow.   Within moments,
his thick smelly man cream splashed all over her forehead and into her
eyes.  In the next instant James shot his thick creamy load into her
smelly ass.  Michael came shortly after - shooting his wad into her
juicy mouth - splashing his dirty semen all over her tongue and lips.
When they were finished with her, Trixie looked like a defiled filthy
slut.  Her face was a filthy mess and so was her stinky bottom.  Her
little poo poo hole began to leak slimy white goo all over the couch.
She stank like a whore as she chewed her bubble gum and giggled for
the men.  It was definitely an experience they would not soon forget!



THE END

PS: If you enjoyed this story, e-mail me at:  hgrant @ mrdouble .com
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