Les-pre k bad influence

Susan (Fg Pott Piss Horr)

"Mith Soozan?"

"Yes, Zhala?"

"CanI go poddy?"

"Come along." I waved to my assistant, pointed to my eyes, and waved at the playground. Took her in while she went out to keep an eye on them.

"You need help?"

"Uh uh." I turned around, and listened to the tinkles stop.

"Nh, nh!"

"What are you doing!"

"Nh, nh!" Some children, that age, touch themselves between their legs. It's natural, curiosity I suppose, but the way she was touching herself was decidedly unnatural, so I had to pull her hands out. Her wet hands. "Stop that."

"Why?"

"It's dirty."

"I hafta wipe!"

"Not like that, use some paper."

"Nh, nh!" She was bright red as well, I've been working with Pre-K for years, almost a decade, and even I was not aware that they could get aroused so young!

"That's enough." I pulled her hands out, once again.

"But I'm weawy weawy wet!" Yes, because she had been playing with her urine, and it got all over her legs as well.

"Now you're dirty, so wash your hands." I pulled up her underpants, and snapped her onesy. Then pulled up her shorts, but I suppose she was dry enough. "Zhala," I led her out, "Why don't we talk a while." Before her mother comes to pick her up. End of the day, but sometimes we have to work late, when something comes up. So, I sat down with her. "Who showed you how to do that?"

"Mommy."

"Did she show you to play with the pee, like that?"

"Uh uh."

"Did someone show you to play with your pee pee like that?"

"Uh huh, Mawy."

"Mary Hamlin?"

"Who?"

"Mary," I picked her up, "from class." Pointed out the window.

"No, Marie'may my sister." She said Thither, but she has a childish lisp. Her palate hasn't yet fully formed, but I'm used to it, and automatically translate in my head.

"Does she play with your pee pee, like that?"

"How?"

"Does she touch your pee pee, and make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, she kiss'tet," she giggled, "It tickels!"

"She kisses you. Here?" I picked up a doll, and pointed.

"Uh huh!"

"Does she make you kiss her there too?"

"Uh huh!"

"Well, I am going to have to speak with your mother about this, but you should never do that. It's very very naughty."

"Why?"

"It's incest."

"Why?"

"Because she's your sister. You must never, ever do anything like that with anyone in your family. Not your sister, nor your mother, or anyone."

"Okay."

"Good," I set her down, and held the door. "Now go play."

I felt dirty, just touching her. Even after she washed her hands, and my hands, but they still felt filthy. But I wrote up an incident report, and watched through the window for their car.

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Barbara {Lietmotif: Modest Moussourgski - Baba Yadga's Hut (Pictures at an Exhibition.)}

"May I speak to you a moment, Barbara?"

"Call me Baba." She followed me in, "What's this about?"

"All right, Baba."

"What's this about?"

"Well," In my office, "Close the door. Now, Shalla's not in any trouble, however I caught her doing some disturbing things, and when I asked her about it, she said some things that suggest an improper relationship with her sister."

"Zhala." She corrected, not for the first time, and rolled her eyes, "Well, Mahre's gone." How she says it.

"Where?"

"Pre-med, but what sort of things are we talking about."

"Well, I said that they were disturbing, so you might want to sit down."

I stopped pacing, but. "Sexual things."

"Yes, I took her to the restroom, where I witnessed her playing with the urine."

"Well," It could have been worse, "How did she say her sister was involved."

"She said she showed her how to, touch herself. And kissed her. In her privates."

"Kay zhala I suv shay zhala wi o thay!" She swore to herself, in tongues.

"Huh?"

"My daughter is disturbed. I wasn't aware how disturbed, nor that my youngest was, mimicing her behavior, but I caught her before."

"And you didn't stop it?"

"Calm down,"

"I would appreciate at least some warning before you expose my business to anything like this, you understand that in light of recent events," No doubt the childporn ring that was recently discovered, and all the sexting they still don't have a handle on in the jr., and high schools.

"I'm sorry!" Don't start crying, "Huh! Calm down, and let me explain. Jesus, I just told you I had no idea that it was any where near this," Now, what's the word, "Anywhere near, this. That it had gone that far."

"Well," she sat back down, "What did you know?"

"My daughter is a Lesbian." Much to my distaste, "I didn't think much of it at the time, but all I ever really witnessed was her playing with herself. Zhala was there, but thank God she was just asleep in her crib. I scolded her, severely, and I thought that was the end of it."

"But then? That sounds like there's a but then in there."

"But now you tell me she's acting out sexually, and I have to talk to her about what exactly she did to her." My own daughter, to her own sister! It's a nightmare, I don't even want to think about it, but now I feel like a bad mother for letting it go this far under my own roof, and I don't even know how far it has gone, but I can't afford to hide it any longer. For Zhala's sake. "Huh!"

"Well, I'll bring her in, if you'll wait here, I do have some experience dealing with incest survivors." She closed the door.

"Hih hih hih hihn!" My hands shook, and looked bleached white. I just wanted to flee, or at least get out of this office, where there's a window, or just be outside where there's fresh air instead of these bright painted cinderblock walls closing in on me, and I can just imagine the ceiling tiles falling to crash down and crush me.

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Miss Susan (FFg NS Talk. fg Ince Mole Mnem)

I led her back to the building, and stopped at the door. "Harriet, would you mind seeing the rest of the charges off, and cleaning up while I deal with this parent?"

"Yes, of course Ms. Susan." She let held the door, and let it close to keep watch. Thank goodness it hasn't gotten any farther than this, I wouldn't want to expose her to any of this, she's still young, and just starting. It's hard enough to get good childcare workers like her, and I wouldn't want her put off of her career when it hasn't even yet started, but she's quite honestly a blessing.

I grabbed a seat for her. "Now," held the door, "Go ahead and sit down, Zhala. Would you like to tell your mother what you told me about playing with your sister before she left for college?"

"Well, Mawy loves me. I love her, and she kissed me, and I miss her."

"Of course, sweety, now tell us about how you played together, when she was alone with you."

"Uh!' she thinks, "She playt poddy?" I nodded, looked to her mother, who didn't even try to conceal her disgust.

"I know this is hard for you."

"I know, we have to do this, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"No," how could she, "Of course not." Turn back to Zhala, "So, tell me about playing potty."

"Well, mommy show me, I know how to poddy, but she like to play."

"With the potty."

"She is the poddy." She nodded.

"Oh." I blinked, took a minute, and rubbed my nose. "Huh!" I shook my head, hesitated to "go on."

"So, the kist me, then I kist her, then she shook and said. 'Uh uh uh'!"

"When you kissed her."

"Hew thpot."

"Spot?"

"Uh huh?" She got up, and pulled her shorts down. "See?" bending over.

"That won't be necessary." before she unsnapped her jumper to show me, "Zhala, pull up your pants, and sit back down." I got up, and picked up my purse. "If you don't mind," pulled out my pack, "I just need some fresh air."

"Can I come too?" Baba got up.

"Come along, why don't we go for a walk," and get this horror out of my school. Light up as soon as we get around the building, where the children can't see.

"You smoke."

"Not around the children. And I wash my hands, but I haven't had one all day" since lunch break.

"It's all right, can I have one?"

"Yes, of course."

"Now, Zhala, this is a bad habit, I don't want you to think it's okay, but us grownups need. Something. Right now."

"Why?"

"Because what you're talking about is upsetting."

"Sex?" She nodded. "Uh!" She looked confused. "Grownups have sex." She shook her head.

Her mother covered her mouth with one hand, and put up 2 fingers. Like a Satanist. lmL

"Yes, but we're not very comfortable with children talking about sex."

"Or my daughters molesting eachother!"

"Yes," I held up the smoke, "Hold this." Squatted down, and held her shoulders. "Now, Zhala. What your sister did to you was not sex. It was wrong, she never should have, and she is in a lot of trouble now, because of it."

"She's studying to become a Pediatric Ob/Gyn."

"Huh!" I stood up. Took my smoke back. "Yes. Whooh! Of course she is."

"I thought she was," She looked. "H.o.m.o..."

"I think your daughter has already been exposed to that." I rolled my eyes. She just looked down at her. I can't imagine, what it must be like for her.

"Child molestors often chose careers where they can gain access to children. I don't believe your daughter is Homosexual. That's a natural sexuality, when the participants are both old enough for informed consent."

"It's a sin."

"You're Christian."

"Orthodox."

"Yes, well even if you believe it is a sin, it's still not outright abuse. Let god sort them out when they die, but for now I'm in charge of children. Here, on Earth. So, you understand if I can't allow Zhala to continue enrollment at my school."

"You're not, a." She whispered, 'lesbian. Are you?" Those devil hors again, she didn't even look down, or appear to be aware of it.

"No, of course not."

"However, you're unmarried, at your age." She frowned, suspiciously, "It is miss Susan is it not?"

"Divorced. Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "I'm barren." You happy? "My husband left me, because I couldn't bear his children, and I haven't been able to find a man that will have me."

"So, that's why you went into childcare." I never, smoke so much. Maybe 2 packs a week, but I got another one out, and lit it from the butt, I was so traumatized by this.

"No. I didn't know until after I started teaching. I always wanted children, but. Huh! That's why all of this is so traumatic for me." Pre-K because I don't have to suffer watching them grow up. I only have them a year, I can send them off to school, but I can't bear to watch other women with their children. Happy, watching them grow. "It's just too much!" So, I had to go back to the bench, by the door, and cry.

Fortunately, they drove off, and I never saw them again.

I wish that was the end of it...

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Harriet (f Solo fg CP ZooK.)

"Huh!" I knew it was a bad idea. Having Zhala come here, or I suspected, but I couldn't resist. I love her, and ever since Mahare' left, I just miss her so much it's nice to have her around. Take her to go potty, and play with her like we used to when we watched her together. It was a stupid risk, but we do stupid things when we're in love, and honestly there was no way to bring it up without exposing myself.

I am a Nepiophile. Sorry. I have a son, from the one time I had sex with a man, but that's all it took to realize I am not heterosexual. I'm not even homosexual, the 1 woman I ever loved was only truly possible, because she introduced me to what I truly love.

Little girls, very little girls, infants, and toddlers. It's just no fun once they start talking too well. I suppose it's because they can't say too much, so it's safer. I personally believe they don't even remember us abusing them if it stops before they're about 4, or 5. Do you remember, anything before Kindergarten? Do you even remember Kindergarten that well? What was your teacher's name? Did she have an assistant? Name one classmate's name.

All right, I'm not going to lie to you, it's abuse, and I don't want to get caught. I just can't stop, and I go nuts if I go too long without the company of a cute chubby little girl. I do it for me, it's selfish, and I can't even say there isn't any lasting harm, but I don't hurt them. I never hurt one of them, and they forget about it long after they are gone.

I just can't stop, I love it too much. I can just count myself lucky that she fingered her sister, figuratively. She fingered me too, literally, and even fisted both of us. But now she's gone, I will never see her again, and it's time to go on with my life. Fortunately, that didn't happen until after I got a job at a daycare. I feel a little guilty for my boss, however.

She didn't sign up for this, I do care about her, and it pains me to see any fallout from my sexual deviance. Not to mention I have to see her every day, and I'm sure she'll be a wreck for days, just watching her cry. Out front, chainsmoking to judge from the pile of butts in the ashtray. So, with all but the last child gone, I said "Come along Harry," and locked up.

"Are you all right?" I sat next to her.

"Miss Susan,"

"Yes, Harry."

"You need a hug." I helped him up, into her lap, and for once she held him while she cried.

"Snh! Thank you Harry."

He's not, he's only 5, but thank God I didn't have a daughter! I never seriously considered doing anything like that to him, or with him. Soon he will be ready for Kindergarten, and I can start college. That's the main problem I have with incest. Other than the risk of pregnancy, which wouldn't be a problem for me, what happens when they get too old? What if, for the sake of argument, little Harriet turned 6, and I stopped being able to love her?

I couldn't do that to my child. I'm just, so lucky, that I never have to deal with that. And I was able to find a job where I can watch him, instead of having to deal with work, and day care, then next fall I can start going to school to get certified. So, I can continue working in childcare, with experience, and find a job to be happy for the rest of my life.

"Call me." I led him off to the car, "Or I'll call you. I'm sure you'll feel better if you talk about it, but let me get junior home."

"Yes, of course." She stubbed out the last one, and went to her car.

I'm sorry. I wish I could tell her, but I can't. Not while I have it, going so good. I truly am sorry, but I'm not going to risk the rest of my life over it.

Maggie piddled all over her cage, of course.

"Wockies!"

"Yes! Walkies!" I let her out.

And a puppy. I learned from the best, that finding little girls is as easy as giving candy to a baby. I just don't like the sticky sweetness as much. She used it to cover up the taste of urine, until she got used to it. I think, I know her pretty well after 5 wonderful years as lovers, but I miss her. "Huh!" I buckled him into the stroller, and gave him the leash to hold, while she trotted ahead.

Didn't have to stop, to piddle. Of course, coming home late, she couldn't hold it, but she did stop to check the pee mail.

"Puppy!"

You know what's even easier than giving candy to a baby? Walking a puppy by the playground. Bored housewives, boring too no doubt. They don't even get up, but there's a little darling.

"Hey," I got out my phone, "You sure love puppies!"

"Uh huh!" I had the bench to myself, and the crowd of children as a distraction.

"Huh huh huh!" Maggie loved it too, and my son. He always makes lots of friends.

"You want to see some pictures of puppies?" She looked back at the orgy, "Just you and me." I patted the bench. So, she doesn't have to fight them, lots of older girls too, just 1 puppy to share. Like a gangbang, but Maggie loves it.

"Look." She turned her head.

"What she do?" Tilted it.

Why, licking a little girl, between her legs of course. Childporn, proof that there's much worse pedophiles out there. Something I would never do, of course, and the girl in the photos looks about 8, or 9. "She really loves puppies."

Swipe it, to the next photo. Obviously in heat, if you know what to look for. Tail up, swollen, and wet, the girl doesn't have to hold it. She does anyway, in the next photo.

"Hihihn!" She covers her mouth, blushing and crossing her legs. And in the next, smiling next to the canine pussy, then turning in the next to stick her tongue out. Lick it in the next.

"The puppy loves her too!"

And in the next, laying down under her, finger deep inside. Huh huh huh! Tail a blur, wagging.

"She really, really loves it."

She just nodded, wide eyed. And mouth, but smiling.

"That's puppy love." I got up. "Sorry kids, but we have to go."

Time for junior to go play with Maggie at home. Not like that, of course not. She won't go in heat any time soon, but I sure am. He can play with the puppy, so I can play with myself. In my room.

I can just imagine what's going through that little girl's head. And maybe, next year, she'll remember. When Maggie's in heat, and she might be out of those diapers. I never touched her, of course, right out there, in front of all those children, my son and their mommies. I didn't have to, after that exposure. Those exposures, of course I would never do anything like that, but you know.

It doesn't hurt to look

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Suzan (F Solo Flashback, Horror.)

Alexandra curled up, purring in my lap bye the phone. I just petted her, barely paying attention. She said she would call, but I didn't even look for something to watch. I held the remote on the arm of the couch, but didn't even turn it on. I couldn't get the images out of my head any way.

Zhala, her tiny hands, dripping between her wet legs, obscenely touching herself. I have seen children with their hands between their legs, boys and girls, and being single I have pleasured myself. "Huh!" It wouldn't take an expert to see what she was doing. With her urine.

Then, she kissed me. There, and I kissed her. Also there, after playing potty.

"With the potty?"

"She was the potty."

"Uh!"

The look of horror on Baba's face. And that Baba, short for Barbara, the way a child would say it, but she told me, as an adult, "Call me Baba." Nabakova. Russian, like Baba Yadga? The witch's hut, on chicken legs. Children's stories, it may not surprise you to learn that I know all the children's stories.

I don't know Lolita. That "Famous book by Nabokov," but I know the name. The song, The Police. She literally shook, and coughed. I looked it up when I was a teenager, because I didn't understand the lyric, but I never read the actual book.

I can only assume it runs in the family. Of course, she said "Lesbian" with such distaste, she had no idea. "No idea that it was anywhere near that..."

I have talked to pedophiles before. Professional duty, because they're attracted to children who can barely speak, presumably so they don't tell. The only way I could was by noticing her telltale behavior. Buildings full of children that barely talk, and professions like pediatric Ob/Gyns. Why I need an assistant, like Harriet. Of course, they could fall off the playground, at most 4 feet, if you're inattentive enough to let them climb the walls on the little plastic cube with the slide, they're toddlers. However, even with rubber chips down, they tend to land head first like a badminton birdie, because they're toddlers.

However, it's also because we have a pen full of children, and you never know who might peek over the fence. I've seen it enough to notice a couple patterns: 1, They lie. Make excuses, and try to justify what happened. I never touched her, she came onto me. Yes, tell me how your 4yo daughter came onto you, Mr. Smith. Also, 2. They are always the one you don't suspect, they do everything they can to not be suspected, because if you suspect them, they go to jail.

I just never met a female one before. That Baba, though. "Call me Baba."

Right.

"Huh!" The cat jumped up at the phone.

Good, I'm not getting anywhere with this on my own, and cats are not very good listeners.

"Yes?"

"Sue?"

"Harriet!" I'm so relieved.

"I'm sorry, but the suspense was killing me. If you're not ready to talk about it, I know it must be bad, I could tell just the way you reacted, but."

"Calm down." I took a breath, "Huh!" However, reassuring someone reassures me. I nurture by nature, I doubt I would have any success at any other career, other than stay at home mother, which I did not qualify for.

Then, it all just came out. I was weeping, immediately, but she listened. Patiently, as usual, honestly I just had to tell someone. Who might be able to understand, not some. Sicko like that Baba, but Harriet is so understanding, and caring, and I don't know how I could make it through this without her there for me.

"Uhuhuhuhuh!" And then I broke down.

"Wow, I had no idea, that a woman. How could a woman, a mother, do such a thing?"

"I don't know?" I wailed, "I don't even understand men doing it. I mean, they're children. Barely even children, little more than infants, most of them aren't even potty' Uh, NhmmmmmhH?"

"Oh, I am so sorry."

"Mamay!"

"Hang on a sec, What Is It, Jr.?"

"Maggie go poddy!"

"Don't pick it Up!"

"I hewp!"

"Nononono, stay there, don't move or touch anything." Thankfully receding.

"Snh! Uh?" Anything would probably trigger me in this state.

"I'm sorry," back at the phone, "But I have to let you go. Can I call you back?"

"Of course."

But that just left me alone. So alone, even my cat left me.

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Harriet (fF Sedu)

"Uh!" I tried to call back, but the line just rang. "Great," hopefully she would call back, or she just went out for a drink. Honestly, what kind of grown woman, professional doesn't have a mobile phone these days? I worry about her, why in her state, she could even be suicidal, or do something reckless like drive drunk. No, there's a store, and a bar, right around the corner from her apartment, I'll just try again in a few minutes.

So, I just stare at my phone.

Which managed to stave off my guilt for hours. No, I didn't drive her directly to this, but I had a hand on the wheel, and if she does come to harm from it, I may never be able to forgive myself.

That's a better reason to put off uploading the latest photos, and video of Zhala. You know, other than knowing they will be the last. "Huhh!" I felt so lucky, to have fallen in love with 2 wonderful lovely girls, but I was young, and weak, and I must admit, tempted. I know, she's bad, evil, sick and I let her make me as sick. Well, to be fair I'm not as sick as her, and if I'm honest with myself, I'm truly not all that responsible. Had I not been there, can I honestly say that Zhala would not have gone to that Pre-K?

I'm a victim here too, I just blame myself, but truly. Not making any excuses, but I did not push her to do any of that. She already had, deflowered her sister, and God only knows how many other girls. All the ones that were too young for that serial pedorast, and she was his victim too. I know the cycle, though. As well as anyone, victims become abusers, and I abused her too.

I was not her abuser, though. I wasn't committing incest, I only ever touched 2 other girls, and both of them were about as far from virgins as I can possibly imagine.

I don't even really need this last set. One of the things about dealing with child pornographers is proving yourself, earning their trust, and one of the best ways to do that is to provide them material in the CP exchange. Are you a cop, or in any way affiliated with law enforcement? Well, to prove it, do something they would never legally do.

No, I'm lying to myself. I took pictures, knowing the risk of exposure sharing something like that is, because I enjoyed it, and there is absolutely no justification for showing a baby, still in diapers, a pictoral series of a prepubescent girl having sex with a bitch in heat. I do it, because I enjoy it, immensely. I called her with the stink of my last orgasm still on my fingers to find out what she knew.

I got lucky, again. She suspects the 1 innocent person in this horrible love triangle, their mother. Which, to be fair, she did make a good case for her being suspiciously infantile. I can't even really say with any certainty that she did not, in fact molest her daughters.

"Now what?" Shut my laptop, and check the door. "Oh." She didn't answer, because she was driving over here. "Come in."

"Uh uh uh uh uh!"

"Oh, try not to wake junior, but you better sit down."

"Snh!" snag the box of kleenex on the way.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know where to go."

"No, I'm glad you came." I just held her. "I was so worried, that you might hurt yourself."

"No, I couldn't."

"Good, just relax." She curled up, in my lap, and I was at a loss. Not for what to say, there is nothing to say, other than the truth, and I just can't tell her that.

The problem is that she is here, in my apartment. In terrible distress. Weak, drunk, vulnerable, and I can't think of anything appropriate to do. Just the least appropriate thing I can imagine right now, which would be.

To take advantage of that.

No, she needs me. I mean as a friend. She's never shown any sign of attraction, and I've done more than enough damage for one night, but I'm just so weak.

"There, feel better?"

"Yes." She sniffed.

Don't kiss her.

"Mh?"

Damn it!

"Oh." She looked down.

"I'm sorry!"

"No, I just. I had no idea."

"I'm not. I mean. I don't. I didn't, uh!" Eloquent! "I just never felt, like this, about anyone before."

Then, she kissed me back.

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Susan (Ff...)

Huh! Honestly, neither had I. I had thought, that I respected her. Professionally, not just as an employee, but also the best assistant I could ever dream of. She's just so smart, and honest, and understanding, she had glowing recommendations from everyone she ever babysat for, and she's young. 19, but she's just so capable, and a mother, I'm honestly a little jealous of what she has in jr. I have to respect her decision to work with me, so she doesn't have to worry about daycare, and she has such a promising career, I'm even a little relieved that I won't have to compete with her.

But none of that says anything about how I feel about her, and she made that go away. That, all of that. Impossible horror. Gone. I got it off my chest, cried it out, just talking about it brought better understanding, I still to this day have no idea how she did that, and I can't for the life of me think of any way to repay her for that. Grateful, fortunate, gobsmacked as to what I could ever have possibly have done to deserve her, even as a friend. In short the most incredible person I have ever met, and I must admit now I was in love with her from quite some time. I just couldn't, admit it, for how long now?

I don't have to worry about her, I never did, for over a year together, and each day we just grew ever closer. In retrospect, it was long overdue, but there could not have been a better time than now for this to happen. I have never needed someone so dearly in my life, and thank my stars she was there for me.

"Huh!"

And, beautiful. Don't think I hadn't noticed. The beauty of youth, unspoiled by this sort of life destroying trauma, perhaps even a little innocent, though she avoided the subject of her son's father. So, I didn't pry, the moment I saw the obvious distress on her face. He hurt her, and I don't want to hurt her just to satisfy my curiosity. She wouldn't do such a thing for her, so it comes back to empathy.

Her eyes, though. Especially her eyes, I could see her caring in them before, but this close, passionate, and knowing that passion was for me?

Oh.

All right. I know, that there is ever so much more than just gay, and straight. If you boil it down, in essence the very concepts are sexist, devoid of love. Sex, they're about sex. Body parts, and ownership. A lesbian is a woman who cannot be owned. I am still not a lesbian, my cat notwithstanding, I'm in love. And we cannot control who we love, because it's not about control. It's love. I don't own her, she doesn't own me, our workplace relationship complicates it somewhat, but we will work it out.

Because that's what we do, for the ones we love.

All I know is we're in love, I was just so blind, I missed that too.

"Huh!" And breathless. She bit her lip, beautifully we might add. "Well, we should probably do something about Zhala."

"You're right." I sat back. Right, child in danger here. "Huh, the problem is, she belongs behind bars."

"They both do. Even if Barb didn't do anything, she's at least guilty of criminal negligence."

"Right," shake my head, "Mary."

"And the other children."

"Uh!" I held my head, "It's just. Too much!" I've even done this before. "It's hard enough to get an arest for male abusers, but women? God, I didn't see the signs, and the courts are just in denial that it ever happens, at all."

"Yes, however it sounds like Zhala is a danger herself."

And my brain just shut down. Again.

"You need some time off." I nodded. "It's all right, huh! I can probably handle the kids for a couple days to finish out the week, and that should give you time to think of something, but we need to put our feelings on hold."

"Yeah," I forgot that too? "I'm sorry, but I'm not thinking very clearly right now.

"Huh! You should probably sleep on it. You mind the couch? Because I'm beat, i can tell I'm going to crash any minute, and I just can't think about Jr. waking up and finding us in bed together in the morning."

"No, of course not."

"I sure as hell can't figure out how sex, would even work tonight. But."

She leaned down, and i just closed my eyes, the moment her hand touched her face.

"Smq. Try to get some sleep." She walked off. "I'll find you some bedding."

I passed out before she even came back.

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Hetty (f Solo Porn. TW: Homo)

"Huh!" I checked the nannycam, and restarted my computer first. It automatically loaded the Windows desktop, so I could check that front. History. Nothing incriminating here. The last porno searches were over a month ago, I knew well enough to do anything illegal on the Unix side of the partition, or I had friends online that showed me how to do this securely.

There's no other way to even get on those servers, except in Terminal. They take security very seriously.

Back to the nannycam, Jr. and Jr. still asleep in their bed, curled up, darling. She doesn't even know about my phone.

So, closet porn tonight. "Huh!" Something, so I sleep instead of going out there, waking her up, and crawling into her face first. Which is to say completely blowing my cover. I hate to lie to her, but "I've never done anything like this before!" So, a likely story.

Bottom, then. Let her make all the moves, hesitate as much as she has to, probably doesn't even want to think about sex this week. Must be nice. Not thinking about sex, a luxury I don't remember having. I'm not going to be able to say I'm a complete virgin, ask my son about that, but at some point she's going to realize I have been with a girl before.

No, a woman. "Huh!" Didn't get me pregnant, obviously, but. I can't hide it, fumble around like an inept teenager. I'm still a teenager, for a few months, but acting inept? Sorry, no, I can't do that. I'm good at getting girls off, I'm pretty proud of it, and I have no self control in bed. I know how to get a 4 year old off. Albeit an unbelievably precocious one, but still. I can handle a grown woman, a little too well to fool her. She knows me too well, not well enough, and the problem with lies is they snowball.

I don't have the luxury of truth, either. Not when the truth is I am a nepiophile that works in her employ, for access to a toddler. I no longer have access to. I have to control myself, when just the stress of losing her made me go out, and expose a complete stranger to zooporn. "Huh!" I can't do this, it's impossible, nobody can. I fucked up, I kissed her, and it didn't scare her away.

I'm a little proud of myself that I'm in here, checking my files for anything that hints at the truth instead of buried up to my elbows in her, bent over the coffee table. So, occam's blowtorch, the simplest possible explanation for the facts at hand. And boyporn. Well, men. Bears, while I'm at it. "Hm!" Haven't seen this one in quite a while.

Truckstop, gimmie caps with the logos blurred, beards, flannel over wife beaters, hairy chests, guts, asses, and bareback.

"Yeah!"

Ask me why straight guys look at "Lesbo" porn. They're stupid, ignorant, don't know what lesbian is, because if they had a fraction of a clue, they wouldn't believe a second of it. Any single frame, "Nope!" That ain't it.

This is real. As real as it gets, these dudes are totally that into eachother. For me, this is forbidden fruit. Ultrasex, I can't have that, I can never do that. So, I really want to do that.

"SHNHWRH!" Nobody kisses like 2 big fat sweaty hairy butch fags. Honestly it's disgusting.

"Hhh, Hhhh, Hhhhh, Huhhhh!"

I know, I'm sick.

Ass, big, fat, ass. Ass hair, brushing together with beard, and mustache, and whatever greasy lube comes in a plastic can like white axel grease. From here, it looks like fucking Lard.

"Hhuh, yeah!" Fap fap fap FaPaPAP! "Uhn!" Just shake 'em around in there, and clench my eyes. "NYRRHHH!" Not too loud, I can still hear him spank him with mah belleh!

The sicker the better.

"HhHhH!"

Shut it down. Now I can pass out.

"Huh, huh huh, huhh, huhhh, hihhhhn!"

{I'm sorry if that traumatized anybody, but that's Her. Seriously, there's no other way to communicate it. It's not pretty, attractive, nor even all that sexy, but you have to understand. That is her sexuality, and incidentally, mine too.}

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Sexposee (F Solo Porn NS. You'll understand soon enough.)

I didn't sleep well. I heard her, last night. She woke me up, the dog didn't even bark. I'm pretty sure that was an orgasm, when I don't even want to think about sex right now. 2 pillows, so I could put one over my head, but she's a squeeler. Good to know, I suppose.

She rushed out in the morning. I found myself, sitting up, groggy with a cup of coffee on the couch. And half a pot in the caraffe. The dog whining in a small kennel, and a deep appreciation of how she does it.

Manages to work as a single mother.

"Why miss Susan here?"

"I'll tell you on the way," other than taking her son to work with her.

"Huh!" I got up, eventually, to refill my coffee cup. Cream, sugar, dishes and her cup in the sink. She didn't even close her laptop, I didn't bring mine, but not even a password.

She trusts me. She left me alone, in her home, I can't think of anyone I trust that much. I can almost imagine, trusting her that much, but if she has nothing to hide. I didn't intend to snoop. She didn't close Explorer, or any of the. Tab things.

I joined the Information Age late, all right? If she hid anything, I doubt I'd be able to find it. She didn't.

Nepiophilia. I know what Wikipedia is. "Huh!" Stir the sweet sludge in the bottom, and sip. The gist I got was that it's a specific subset of Pedophile that's preferential to infants, and toddlers. Also good to know. Painful, but there are men like that out there, and I have to protect 20-30 toddlers on any given weekday.

"Sph!" Stir it some more. Strong coffee, room for more milk now.

Just close her Email. Sign out too, I'm just not that much of a snoop, and I'd hate myself if I was. Found Bookmarks, it's the star thing up by the Search magnifying glass. "Huh!" Think you know someone, a beaded embroidery page, some woman in Russia. In English, but it looks like mostly dragons, in cloth, with lots of beads, and sequins. Beautiful, I never saw her wear a broach, nor pins. Mostly sensible slacks, or skirts with pockets, and plain printed blouses. Blue-jeans or brown corduroy jacket in winter, hoody under that when it really gets cold.

I want to know everything about her.

Porn folder, right on the desktop. Brace myself, but I have to know. She said "Figure out sex" last night.

[Photos] [Stories] [Video]

Okay, photos. Folders within folders, this one down to [Bi] [Hetero] [Homo] or [Ultra].

I know she has a child in the house, that can't read. Still struggled to write Henry, he still says "Howie."

"Huh." Take the plunge.

[Bi]

"Huh!" Learning here, the first thing I noticed is that I don't have to click the little pictures to see the whole thing. Which is fortunate, considering the fact that the second thing is that's 2 men. And a girl, and the next one, the next one...

V

V

V

"How many does she have?"

I didn't count. All of them have the letters MMF in the title. Every single one, it didn't take me long to figure out what that stood for. I mean men, having sex with another man and a girl. Oral sex. Anal sex. I had heard of that. People do that, you know, even heterosexual women. I wouldn't dream of it, but I decided not to go any deeper into those photos.

Oh, there is a [<] button. Convenient!

"Siph!" I consider myself heterosexual. Romantically, I may have some doubts. Admittedly, she is one hell of a kisser.

Okay, hover over [Homo] Close my eyes. Click. Peek.

"Huh!" Shake my head, but take another sip. Grin a little.

All guys.

[<]

No Lesbian folder.

"Okay," [Hetero] "Woah!"

Hover over the back button.

"Uh?"

Tilt my head. That's. Not. What I would call,

"Straight?"

V

"Nope!"

V

"Huh!"

V

"Really?"

At some point you start to pick up a pattern.

"Okay?"

[<]

Anal. Got it.

Which leaves [Ultra]

"Huh!" Get up, shake my hands. My head around, crack my neck, and maybe hyperventilate a little. "I have to know."

Brace myself.

"That." Is a horse. I do believe. And a girl. Even looks a little like her from here, I am NOT clicking on that image, nor looking any further.

[x]

"Whhhhhh!"

How is that. Any of that, sexy? At all?

The good news is no childporn.

Good to know, I suppose.

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Teacher (Pre-K Grooming. gs Scat Play. bs NS.)

"Boys, you can go play outside." That's it, I just had to hold the door. "Yaaaaay!" And watch the window.

"Awwww!" Some of the girls sniffed.

"It's okay girls," I turned back, and nodded, excited. "We're going to do something special, just for us girls. The boys don't get this treat!"

Goody! Some of them even clapped and giggled!

"What's your favorite game!" This is mine.

"Hid'n Seek!"

"And you?" No names.

"Um," she has to think. "Tag?"

"Ooh, ohh!" One waved for attention.

"What about you!?"

"Cows!"

"How do you play cows?"

"In the caw. I go 'wook mame', cows!' An I get the cows, and I get the most cows, an I win!" Oh yes. A counting game. To teach children counting, and she is ahead in that. Good mommy.

"How many girls?" She looked around. "Can you tell me how many girls we get? Today, we can play girls, instead of cows."

"One." She started on her fingers, but she's going to come up short pointing, and not counting that finger.

"What about you, what's your favorite game?"

"Cops'n Wobbers." She's shy.

"With your brother?" And a little bullied, by her brother, who's favorite game is cops, and robbers. "Do you ever win?" She shook her head. "What's your favorite game? One you can always win?"

"Mud Pies!"

"Today, the girls win, and the boys lose."

"Yay!" We win!

"Good guys and badguys," I stood up. Seven... "Cops and robbers, Cowboys and Indians, all those 1 and B games, the good guys win, and the bad girls lose. But not today. Today, the girls always win, and the boys always lose."

"House!"

"Dollies!" She squeeled.

"Twucks!" She took a dumptruck from the toys. "Brbrbrbroom!"

I opened the door. "Boys! No fighting, share. Take turns, Jonny, let him use the slide, and go stand in the corner."

"Yes, miss Hetty."

"Ooh!"

I closed the door. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Nine."

"Ten, eleven, and twelve." 3 random girls, "You win!" I went back to the desk. "You get a sucker." The nice thing about being a Nepiophile is there's one born every minute. I unwrapped it as a choking hazard. "We all win." I passed out eleven more, unwrapping each, and throwing out the Dum-Dum papers.

"Boyfwien."

"Oh," sit down in a small plastic seat. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She looked down, and blushed. "Who do you play boyfriend with?" I took the sucker out of her mouth. Statistically 1-in-3 girls report sexual abuse by the time they graduate high school, and those are the ones that report it.

She looks sad. "Did he hurt you?" She shook her head. "Did she, hurt you?" I said her name, and she looked up. Of course she knows not to tell, but she did say it was her favorite game. She looked up, but she didn't cry. "Did Zhala?"

"No? She smiled. "I wike it. Weaw's Elthy?"

"She stayed home today. Now girls." I stood up, "Did any of you play with Zhala? Raise your hands." They all did, of course. She was very popular with the girls. "This is Zhala's day." Turned on my phone. "It's a party! So, we're going to play Zhala's games, in honor of Zhala."

Bluetooth flashed.

"Take off your clothes, if you have to."

Connected, it stopped flashing, and Teddycam came on. I turned it around, and pushed the shiny black nose down. Watched on the phone screen, and sat down. Looked out the window to watch the boys. Still need to keep an eye on them.

The girls know what to do.

All of them.

Of course, she was groomed, to play games with girls. Special games, sexy ones. I miss her too.

Swop! "Lolly!" She helped her pull down her Frozen undies. The other girl bent over.

"Hihihihn!"

"Hihn!"

Saves me a lot of work, I went in the bathroom, and got the poddy.

"Ihihihihihn!"

It tickles! I don't have to do anything. I never touched any of them. It was Zhala, but I did. I touched her. I kissed her, and she suckled me. Right here, in this bathroom.

One of them squatted. "Nh!" Grunted. "Poot!"

"Hihn!"

Pooted. And turned around. To play with it.

"HhHhH!" I miss her. So much! "Snh!" Just stay behind the desk, by the phone so I can stop the recording if I have to. Cross my legs, and maybe rubbed them together a little.

You don't have to teach them that. Toddlers play with their poop. I didn't show junior to pick up doggy do, and get it all over his hands, he just wanted to help clean up. If you ever potty train anyone, you have to keep them from doing it. All of them, it's natural, part of how they learn. Just like infants putting everything in their mouth, why I have to still take away the waxed paper from the dum-dums.

"Pop!" She didn't even wince.

"Hn! Hihihn! Lickit!"

It's nice and sweet, and sticky.

I paused the feed, and grabbed the wipes.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Took her by the wrist, and picked up the potty.

Mud pies. She said it was her favorite game. I wiped her mouth first. She didn't play it with anyone else, the other girls were busy, the boys are fine for the minute, but, "Snhhhh!" The earthy tang. She's not going to give herself anything she doesn't already have. Of course, it's disgusting. I'm an adult. It's just her favorite game.

No spanking, though. No tears, she didn't hurt them. I just had to make sure. "Wipe it up." So, it doesn't get in any, sensitive places. Smeared between her thighs, her chubby little thighs. Thick, and sticky, and brown, and, "HhHhH!" Nasty. "Nhm!" I took her back out, to my desk. Don't forget to check the boys.

They're fine. Just stand her up, behind teddy, so he doesn't see this. I'm weak. "Hihin!" She squirmed, but I have to check. Lick my lips, and whisper.

'bend over.' I grinned. "lp!"

"Hihin!"

Dig it in so she squirms. Not a virgin. 'there.' Set her down, 'all clean.' Pat her delicious little bottom. 'now, go play.' Not a virgin.

Tap the phone to make it resume the recording. I have to wash out the potty, but not right now. Something else need my attention.

But I'm weak. And I need the money.

Dollies. Show me on the doll where she touched you. Pull up their skirts, and hold them together. Now kiss.

Her friend nodded, turned around, sat on her face, and bent over. To kiss her.

"Hahn!" Just real quick, so I can think.

"Ihihihihin!"

That tickles!

"Hhuhuhuhuh!" Pull out my fingers. "Swop! Uhn!" Lick my lips.

I have to get up, go out. He fell, but he calms right down, and the boys took to pissing in the corner.

Fine, they're fine, but I better go back and watch the girls.

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Susan (Ff Roma NS. ffb Bi Fant Lies.)

"Huh!" She was outside, smoking, but watching through the window. I checked my watch, "Naptime?" She nodded.

Took another drag. "Huhhhh!"

"How many, today?" It varies, we don't have students, a roll. Sometimes they drop them off, others don't. You can't really plan for it.

"Twenty six."

I feel for her, she's only 19, and I can hardly handle all of them alone. Why I need her. No, I needed her help, but now. "Huh, thank you." I need her more. But, "Can I ask you a personal question? I didn't mean to snoop, but. You left your computer open, and I had to check my mail."

She shrugged, turned to look at me. Over the fence, she unhooked the latch. Too high for the kids to open, get in, but I glanced through the window. They were still out.

"Your pornography."

"Huh." She nodded, in the window. Thought, and tapped off her ash on the window sill.

"Snh!" I lit one for myself. "Whohhh! I didn't open, any of them, but I saw all your pictures."

"The thumbnails?"

"Is that what they're called?" She nodded, "They disturbed me a little." I shook my head. "Okay, a lot."

"Sex is. Disgusting. To me."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I hugged her shoulder.

"It's okay. It has to be." She took a breath, whispered. 'nasty.'

"Mhm?"

"Or I don't feel, anything from it."

"I hate to ask, but. I know it must be hard, but. What happened to you?"

"Huh! I don't want any secrets between us." She closed her eyes, so I watched the children. "I was only in 1, serious relationship. I was young." By my math, about 14, or 15. Little Howie is 4, going on 5. "And I got in over my head."

"How in over your head? Did he hurt you?"

"No!" She shook it. "No, it wasn't like that. She cried." A tear rolled down. "Snh! She was my best friend, and I asked her. When I asked her, she told me. She was, bisexual."

"Oh."

"So," she turned to search my eyes. "I didn't know any better, and I got involved, in a love triangle. It was too much, too fast, and it was. Heartbreaking. You know why most threesomes don't work out?"

If I had to guess? "Jealousy?"

She nodded, lips tight, frowning. Even her cheek, flexed between the high curve of her cheekbone, the flush washed away, and down to her hardened jaw. I heard her teeth, grind together.

I kissed her. She relaxed, just held me. "Snh!" Turned and kissed me back, the other way. I'm a nurturer, I can't help it. Making her feel better made me feel better. "Huh!"

"I better go." Before the kids see us together.

She held my hand, and let it slip away. I unlatched the gate, and made sure it latched back, securely. She put it out in the ashtray, up on the bricks, where they can't reach it.

"I'll call you, when I get the chance. Sue?"

"Yes?" I turned back. "Have you ever thought about adopting?"

"Yes, of course."

"How, well I was thinking. Someone is going to have to take care of Zhala'. I can't, because I have a son. Her age."

She went in, so I went to my car. "No." Drove off. "I hadn't thought about that."

I need a shower, and a change of clothes. "I should." So, I drove home.

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Hetty (Ffbp NS Roma. Saph Porn)

I have to do this, but. I want to, she really is a wonderful woman, I'm using, and I'm going to break her heart. I smoked a lot. Watching Maggy piddle and dump in the parking lot, breathe through my mouth, and exhale smoke through my nose, picking it up with the baggy.

I'm scared, and guilty. I don't just feel guilty, I am. This is wrong, so wrong I don't even feel good about it. Lying to her, seducing her, using everything I know about her to cloud her judgement emotionally, this isn't me. But I have to. I got myself into this mess, and I'm digging even deeper, dragging her down with me.

"You want to go see aunt Susan?" All ready locked up.

"Is the okay?"

"No. She's sick."

"The's not my ant."

"She's your teacher, but that doesn't mean she can't also be your aunt."

"Ith the your. Girlfwen?"

"Yes, she is."

"Awe you gonna get mawe?"

"I don't know, would you like that?"

"Um, the my momma?" He nodded, smiling. "The a gweat momma."

"There," I buckled him in. Unhooked Maggie's leash, and she curled up in his lap. Scared, still not used to the car, but I called her. On the way, the memory card taped under it's hiding place, and the Ap finished running. I don't know, not my ap. They assured me that the FBI couldn't find evidence of childporn on it, if it's tagged from any of the secure sites I know nothing about, of course.

"Can we come over?"

"Yes, please."

"Hi ant Susan!" He waved from the back seat. Maggie whined.

"I was just starting dinner." I turned it off, barely glanced down from the road. Traffic still petering off, but it's not far.

She has a house, a small one. Just her and Alex. Her cat. More like a cottage, but that just leaves more yard.

I love her, but I have to break her heart. "Snh!" It's selfish, but I am not going to get what I deserve. Jail time instead of her, but I'm not a lesbian, I'm not bisexual. I am a nepiophile. Girls, toddlers, fresh out of diapers, and potty training. Preschool. I have a problem, but I can't admit it. To anyone without getting what I deserve.

Instead, I get her. And possibly Zhala back. So, cheer up! "Snh!" It'll be all wrong, but not all bad. I'll enjoy it, selfishly, I always do.

"nmmm!" Look back, stopped at a light, but he's out. Again, passed out on the way home, probably from playing all morning with the boys. Went unbelievably well, honestly I impressed myself. Handling both of them, I got the footage I needed, nobody got hurt, or caught. Kidnapped and raped while I wasn't looking.

"Huh!" It's green. "Snh!"

Pulling up, she got out a playground. From a shed in back, not quite a garage, yet not much smaller than her house.

I had thought, she's one too. If you know what to look for, owns her own daycare, and you watch her with the children. Of course she wouldn't abuse them, she couldn't. In denial. What do I know about denial?

Everything, I have to lie, but I don't lie to myself. I know what I am, and how she made me this way. I'm just not so sure that I can do it. To her, but it would make this all a lot easier. She held the gate, chainlink, so if she gets the old yard toys out from the shed, for her business of course. The neighborhood kids can see it. Like walking a puppy, down in the park. She let out the cat, a calico.

She wouldn't, but she could. She'd be very good at it. She might very well be, I just have to find out.

She wined, and jumped out as soon as I opened the door. Jr. sleeps like a stone. I unhooked him, "Up!"

"Hm?" He blinked, looked around. "We're here." Set him down.

The cat, and puppy were already playing.

"Huh huh huh!" Running around, Basset ears flopping comically. Not stepping on them to trip, right out of a Disney cartoon, but he can play in the yard, if we keep an eye on him out the window.

"I looked into adoption."

"Good," I closed the door. She waited for me, to close the door, before she kissed me.

"Smq?" I bit my lip, nodded.

"Snh?" Dinner, "Smells good."

I turned, pulled back the drapes, and sat by the window.

"Pot roast." I just called her, checking my phone, it hadn't been 15 minutes ago. I cook, I'm a mother. There's no such thing as a 15 minute potroast. Crock pot, she brought it out to the coffee table, wrapped the chord around the legs. "You hungry?"

I shook my head. "Were you expecting us?"

"Huh!" She sat down, looked out the window. "I hoped," smiled, "But it'll keep."

I turned, my head, and closed my eyes. "Smq?"

"Snh!" Relaxed, melted. She feels good. In her arms, safe, normal. Weirdly normal. The way I learned about love, all this is strange, and straight to me.

Another woman. But not a child molester. I don't think. Not yet.

"You look at porn?"

Check on Jr., and Maggie Jr.

"I am a grown woman."

"Huh! I looked at, lesbian porn. Last night." Got out my phone. "I avoided it, because it was too painful." Just had to think about Mahre' leaving for college to let the tears well up. "Snh!" Blink. "Where are you going?"

"Be right back."

Magazines. And a bottle, couple glasses. "Wine"

Why miss Alva, are you trying to seduce me? I giggled, "I don't drink," Wine. ~Dr. Ivannova "Huh! I found this site, though."

She's old fashioned, and not very tech savvy. Safe, I can trust her, because she wouldn't know how to begin to find hidden files. A partition, search through directories in Unix command line...

[Girls Out West.]

"You'd be surprised how hard it is to find real lesbians."

Stories. [May-December Ladies.] "Toys?" Hand drawn pictures, looks like colored pencil. Not that much older, or that much younger.

"I never had any." Real ones.

"Well, I do." she smiled, "Ever since the divorce. I could show you, how to use them."

"All right," I looked out, she kissed my neck. "Huh! Later."

"Smq, mhm?"

"When Jr. goes to bed."

"Of course." She sat back.

I don't want to wait. They're right there, and she leans back. 'huh!' Sighs in my hands.

Great body, always thought so. Doesn't really work out, but basically picks up, and carries 20-30lb children, all day, for a living. Sometimes 2 at a time. Biceps, nice full bra. Broad hips.

"Keep an eye on them." Snaps on her blouse. "Smq." Hot chest. "Smooch." Cleavage. "Mh!" Front clasp!

"Uh! huh!"

Tiny dark hard nipples. "Smq, wq. Swop!" Turn, and hold up the other one. "Smooch, wq, swoq!"

"Huh!"

"Yeah."

"We better stop."

"Yeah."

"I'll go get some soup bowls." She clasped them back, and shifted them back in place.

"HhHhH!" I'm satisfied for now, and he's pretty tuckered out. Big day, he'll go to bed soon, so we can.

I can't wait, but we have to.

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Sue (Ff Porn NS)

"You don't want me to do, anything. Dirty." Does she?

"Huh, you don't want to know what I have to think about, but. No, you don't have to do anything."

"I do, but. Um," I have to ask. "Are you into, anal?" It's driving me nuts.

"Yes." She turned away.

"Why?"

"Because it feels good." Got up, went to the door. "Why don't you borrow my phone." Called out, "Howie? Time for dinner."

I had to do something. I wasn't hungry, I was horny, and she's a great kisser.

"I'm going to go," Play with myself, and. "Take a shower."

I found the lesbian stuff, on her computer. In [Stories] stopped by the adult bookstore while I was out. Had some time on my hands for once, but she had a video up. Full screen, paused. Older woman, and a. An older girl. At least 18, might be 19, or 20. Aussies, Girls Out West, turns out to be an Australian site. Accents, but very sexy. Just kissing, we just kissed, but she kissed deeper. In my blouse, my bra, got those out. Warmed up the water, but just sat on the edge, of the tub.

Hairy, hairy girl, and harrier woman. "Hihihn!" Harriet! "Ahah!" Hetty. She is not Hetero. I'm, not so sure, hairy legs, on the woman. I shave, but I don't even know any more. About me, but this is lesbian, sex. I can tell, and it is, so sexy! Maybe that's why my marriage didn't work out. I loved him, I did. Then there was money, he convinced me to go into business for myself, instead of living on a public school salary. Then, he found out I couldn't give him what he wanted, sons. And daughters, but he wanted sons. At some point it was all he could talk about, we grew apart, and.

He couldn't give me what I wanted. I didn't care, about sons, or daughters. A mother, he couldn't make me a mother. So, the next best thing. In bed, I don't know if that's what I wanted. He satisfied me, he could, I suppose he just stopped trying.

"Oh!" but all this is so new, and romantic, and loving, and we haven't done anything yet! "Hihimn!" She got to second base. I felt, nice young perky breasts. On mine, in my hands, they feel familiar. I could remember when they felt like that. But in her hands, I never felt so passionate before, for anyone.

"Gosh!" She's such a good kisser! And the water feels so wonderful, running hot through my hair, my fingers slipping through my wet hair, stretching to feel it beat down on my heaving breasts, and wash everything away. Except her. All I want is her, but if I don't do something about this. I swear I have never felt so aroused in my entire life!

"Hah!" Lean back against the cold tiles. "Haaaah!" Her fingers between my wet thighs. "HaaAAAHHHH!" My wet lips! "AHHhhhn, Hihhhn!" Pant, and catch my breath. "Whew!" Grab the shampoo, and the loofah.

Better get nice and clean for her. I have a feeling we're gonna get dirty. "Hihihihn!" I'm just not sure about the way, she licked her ass. In the video. It should have been a turnoff. It wasn't not enough. I got off, thinking about her fingers, not her mouth, but. I couldn't do that. Of course not, but I can't help but remember what she said, getting out.

"Why?"

"Because it feels good."

"Huh!" wrap up my hair, wringing it in the towel. The video ended anyway, the screen blank, but honestly.

How would I know, if I like. That, or not? Shrug, and wrap the other under my arms. Tuck it in front.

I can wait, to find out, but I made sure I was nice and clean.

For her.

 

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Miss Susan

"Now class, settle down. Pay attention. We have a special guest today. You remember miss Susan, right? Of course you do. She had to take some time off, to be with her daughter, but now she's back for a special show and tell. She, is a lesbian. Yes, Elsie?"

"Whatsa 'spian?"

"A lesbian is a woman who loves women, instead of men."

"That's bad."

"No it isn't, it's just different."

"Sh! Quiet. This is my class now, so I'm teaching them." I nodded, quietly. Pulling my blouse out of my skirt...

"However, lesbians do not show their love like normal women. They need toys. You like toys, right girls? Yes, of course, but we use very special toys on dirty lesbians. Take off your clothes, and show them. Now, I'm going to pass around a box of vibrators. Like this one, only smaller. Get up on the desk."

I felt so exposed, ashamed, and yet aroused.

"Everyone got one? Good, now twist the bottom like this. That's right, just like a chapstick to make it hum."

Giggles.

"Now, this is her clitoris."

"UHHHHH!"

"Everyone, see if you can find your clitoris. See, she likes it. It feels good, especially if you rub it around like this, around and around her clitoris in top. Isn't that right miss Susan?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"Come on up, for a closer look." Her fingers spread me open, wide while the electric lover continued it's laps around my sensitive spot. "As you can see, she's getting wet. Now, you won't be able to get wet like this, so you'll have to use spit. Either spit on your fingers to work it in, or you can have a friend lick you like this."

"Ohhhhh!"

More giggles. "Teacher, mine doesn't work."

"Try turning it the other way, dear."

I heard another hum, and she giggled. "Good, now take it back to the toy floor." She dipped it down, so I could gasp for air. "Now, as you can see, she's very wet. When she's wet, and loose enough, you may start to be able to fit the vibrator inside."

"Uhn!" She dipped it, in and out.

"At first, you may meet a little resistance, but just dip it in and out, like this, and let the vibes loosen her up."

"Ahn nih hin!"

"When she's loose enough, I can start to fuck it deeper, and deeper inside her."

"Oh, yes!"

"This is fucking."

"Ahn!"

"This is how you fuck a lesbian."

"Ahyes!"

"Fuck her, fuck her deeper, and faster, until you can reach the bottom. There, you will find a very sensitive donut."

"Nh!"

"Just press it in, and buzz the donut like this. She may need a little more work on the clit, just. Swop! Lick your fingers to get it wet, or use your tongue on it. Lh, hul, Lilith!"

"Huh, uh!" She wiggled her wet finger into my flattened anus.

It was their cute little ooh, and ahs, squeels and giggles of pleasure. My former students learning a new game, with their new toys, and their friends.

"See? She's starting to have an orgasm."

"HAAAAAAAAHHHN!" I bucked uncontrollably, which only made her fingertips slip, and backed out the vibe, so it bumped against my spasming cervix. The tight door to my womb, twitching, and bursting out of control, making my asshole spasm on her squirming finger.

"It feels very good."

"Mhm?" I could only whimper..

"However, your parents think its bad, and you might get in trouble. If they catch you playing with yourselves, or each other."

"Oh god!" I knew, about multiple orgasms. I heard that a woman can cum, again and again, but at wasn't until she had me at her mercy, her fingers inside me, and shook them so hard her palm slapped me that I actually felt it. Over and over, just stopping to let me breathe, then plunging back in to bang out another, and another, all night until I passed out from exhausted.

But that wasn't even as intense as this.

"Now, who else wants to be a lesbian?"

"Ooh!"

"I do!"

"Ooh me!"

"Me too!"

"Now, you know miss Susan loves you all, very much, and you all love miss Susan too."

"Uh huh!"

"Well, this is how you show a lesbian you love her. So, if you love her, cum up, and show her. Show miss Susan how much you love her."

I hadn't thought, in all my years, that little girls, toddlers could feel this. Kind of erotic pleasure. Be aroused, much less achieve orgasms, in pre-school. I was a teacher, but then it took a very special little girl to show me I was all wrong about that.

And now, my old class, my former students were climbing up on chairs. "That's right, touch her, feel her all over, she likes that. Don't you?" Their curious little hands, and cute kisses all over my face.

"Yes, oh yes!"

"Yes, of course you do."

I just had no idea, that I was a lesbian.

"Mh?"

She just meld me tighter.

"Hhh," I looked at the clock. [3:18 Am]

Normally, one doesn't remember their dreams, so completely, but this was not a normal dream. 'hahn!'

I suppose it was, just what we did, only a few hours ago. Right here in my bed, coupled with her stories. Downloaded from the internet, but of course it was a particular story that appealed to me.

Men like pictures, video, but I suppose now that women prefer erotica, stories because they allow you to explore the feelings, and the story behind the sexual action. Not just what we do to each other, and how we look. Not just that, she is young, and beautiful, but not that young. I love her arms around me, her breasts against my back, swelling, and flattening softly on my shoulders with each breath, and her breath on my hair.

"Snh!" Not to mention the smell, but that's not her. She's still asleep.

It's also her. Who she is, and how I feel about her. I love her, I realize that I always loved her, or quite quickly as I got to know her. First as a bright young mother, then a capable employee, a friend and confidant, and now as lovers. That's what appeals to women, not necessarily other women, it works on heterosexuals as well, but that must be why we prefer romance.

She was right again about sex, it's is dirty. Not in the way that prudes, and homophobes mean it. Even straight sex, I had forgotten, but it's not clean like a blank page, stained with ink. Or a picture on a screen, where you can see their faces, hear their honestly comical moans, but not smell their hair. Possibly even see them get wet, watch them squirt or the thick white blop of cervical juice run down, sucked out by repeated plunges of the vibrator.

"HhHhHhH!"

You can't smell it. Taste it, nor even feel the sensations that her mouth sucked out of me. My anus.

She was right, again.

That does feel good.

I had no idea, but the assumption is that as the teacher you know it all. I'm older, so there is nothing to learn from my assistant. My students.

Of course, the 1 story that truly appealed to me was the student-teacher one. High school, not Pre-K. Seduced by the salacious stories, turned in to get her attention. Then flirting, exchanging glances, shy smiles, and blushes. Dirty little glances down at her knees, under her desk. Spreading under her skirt, flashes of her underwear, and slipping them down her young shaven thighs to get her fingers in there. Under her desk, where no one else can see, except me, at the head of the class.

"Huh!"

I got up. I don't have to work in the morning. Taking some time off, after seeing a little girl, a very dirty little girl. She showed me that even so young, they do get aroused. They can feel sexual pleasure, even presumably orgasm.

As young as 5.

"Uh!"

I'm compromised. However, I have a business to run, so I take my vibrator with me to the bathroom. It's a school night, so late it's early, but I have a lot to think about. She does have to work tomorrow. Get her rest, and I have to get Zhala out of that house.

I know it's wrong, and I would never. Never do anything like that. That's why I have to get her out of there, I won't take advantage of her, as she was taken advantage of, but I can't stop thinking about her. She can take care of herself, but sitting on the toilet. I pee, in the dark, I had thought she would help me with the wine, but she doesn't drink.

She's only 19. I should have thought of that, but I pick up the vibrator. "Huh!" She never even used sex toys before, not that I had to show her how, but it was fun. I have to clear my head, all this is making me forgetful. Distracted, I don't trust myself, running the class any more, but thankfully now I have someone who I can trust with them.

I have Hetty, and she's a great teacher.

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Hetty (fp Class. CP ZooK Nurs Nepi)

"Puppy!" Another mother, dropping another student off.

"Come here, Janey. You can play with the puppy, all day, but first I have to show you something." Behind my desk, now that it is my desk. I brought Maggie to help keep the students occupied.

"You love puppies, don't you." Up in my lap. "That is Maggy, she's a bitch." She giggled. "Yes, I know, but did you know that bitch means a girl dog?" Her freshly tied pigtails shook, shaking out the smell of baby shampoo. "Well, when Maggy gets a little older, she's going to go into heat. Look. See?"

"She's naked."

"Yes, of course, but Maggie's naked. See? So's the girl in the picture, but she's going to show us how to take care of a bitch, when she goes into heat. See how she plays with her?"

"Uh huh?"

I spread my fingers, on the screen, and she bent down. Closer, as it got bigger. Swelling as with blood, then I swiped to the next picture, and the next.

"Now," I set her down, "Go play." Patted her bottom, and sat back. To get my skirt up, play with myself, before the next one is dropped off. Keep an eye on them, but now I'm in heat. Swollen, wet, spreading my fingers to flatten out my lips, and expose my sensitive spot. "Nh!" Blink," keep an eye on the little ones, glance out the window, but they're fine. "Mh!" Nod. Playing with the puppy.

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Susan (Ff Talk MC)

I went to see her, for Naptime. Waved through the window, so my shadow went over the floor, and desk. She looked up, and smiled.

"Huh!"

"Smooch."

"Huh! I was thinking. You remember when you said Zhala might be a threat?" She nodded. "Well, I just realized. Well, all she did was play in the potty. So, I don't see how that would be a problem." I was just not thinking, with all the horror, before I could think clearly.

"Well, since you told me, I talked to the children."

"Oh?"

"She has been playing with them."

"Of course."

"Sexually."

"All of them?"

"Noho." She laughed, "Just the girls."

"Oh." I blinked. "All of them?"

"The twelve or so I talked to."

"Kay zhala I suv shay zhala wi o thay."

"Ah!?" she shook her head, "What?" Grinning wide mouthed, as a baby. I kissed her.

"Sorry, I looked up her name, while I was online. It means Needle."

She frowned, "Oh," shook her head, "Sounds Kurdish."

I nodded, "Rom."

"What's that?"

"Gypsy. Where the needle goes, the thread is sure to follow. Something her mother said."

"Oh, and you remember that?"

"Well, she said Zhala, twice. So, I looked it up, and found a bunch of phrases, until I remembered the right one."

"Well, you're not running away with the Gypsies, are you?" She grinned.

"Not yet." But it feels like that, now. "See you at home?"

"My place." She didn't bring a change of clothes, just a night gown. Wore it, just looks like a button up dress. And borrowed some underwear, it doesn't fit. Too loose up top, and too tight below, but I looked back in the window. Still out, I felt up the front.

My bra, had to pull the straps tight for her this morning. Still a little loose in the cups.

"Snh!" through her nose, on my cheek. "Hmn!" She bit her lip, and nodded.

"See you tonight," I pulled her hand, and unlatched the gate. I didn't want to let her go, but looked back from the car. She took a drag, and let smoke out of her nose.

Stopped by the store. The adult bookstore, they have one called the "Stallion." It doesn't look like one. A real one's. A horse-cock. I didn't just look at adoption, and satisfy my curiosity about Zhala's name.

I found some music, a Khurdish singer, listened to it. Interesting, kind of reminds me of Abba, actually. Not my favorite song, though. "Slippin' Around," that's what I listened to. Over, and over, watching Luxure TV.

It doesn't really look like one, a Stallion's but an 8"er, with balls and a suction cup. Maybe as big around as the real thing, a horse cock, but it doesn't cum buckets like one. I bought it anyway.

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Hetty (fg Nurs Mole Piss)

She left, so I put it out, and went in. Shelly sat up, rubbed her eyes.

'sh,' Among the Gadje, they say our best defense is our tongue. The Rom, lie. They also leave, that's actually their best defense, but they won't tell you that. Like I can't tell her Zhala actually means go, or the way. Not without revealing that i know Rom, better than her. "What's that mean? Uh huh?" Hold your tongue. Zhala is as important a concept in their culture as Mahrime, only the opposite.

They take the road, Zhala to escape the curses, Mahrime of the Gadje. If you ask Baba, the Japanese word Gaijiin came from the Rom. Outsiders, only the Rom are outsiders, everywhere. They lie, and they move before the debtors catch up.

She padded to the bathroom, so I got out my phone, and turned on the nannycam.

'hh!' She tinkled, but I put the lid down, and sat on the toilet.

'come here.'

Somehow Baba never recognized me. With the blinders on, she's not really a look you in the eye kind of woman. Superstitious. I avoided her, turned away, walked off when she came in, the day her daughter got caught, being dirty. Mahrime, the family curse. Ironically, I think it came from the Cossack half, her father. You know, Ivan Nabakova? I'm sure it's just a common name, Russia was larger than any other Continent at the time.

Just the way he looked at her, talked to her, bought her sexy things. Don't know what else he did, besides let her know, constantly how sexy she was becoming, now that she's growing up, becoming a woman... Not me, just her. He didn't even look at his wife like that any more. She doesn't have his blonde.

Dorothy, like the first girl, I found out Mahrime was cheating on me with. In my lap, I buttoned down the front of my night shirt. "You like playing dollies." Not lollies. She looked, at the teal bra, through the opening flap of my dress. "With Zhala?"

"Uh uh." She looked up, I saw her. "Mamae." Playing with her friends. Naked, yesterday, I checked the nannycam, still out like lights.

"Like this? Huh!" Unhooked it, in front. Convenient, I need to get some of these front clasp ones. Like she did with the babydoll. Didn't take off the diaper, but showed her girlfriend, to suckle her nipple. She licked her lip, shook her head.

"Mommy." She hugged me.

"You do this with mommy?" 5, or 6, a little late to ween.

"Woq," she rooted, but shook her head. "Snh, woq woq!"

"Huh!" I leaned back, gently. Against the tank.

I remember this, too. Dried up after a couple years, but at that age, a couple years is half his life. I suppose he remembers too. I'm so lucky little Henry was a boy. I don't feel, the milk swelling, wicking through the dried up glands. Just hot, her soft little hands, squeezing. "Hhh!"

"Woq woq woq!"

Of course, most children don't remember before they were about this age, but she does. She is this age, her mother nursed her, and look. She forgot to button up her onsey. Still a little damp, didn't wipe either.

"Nm! Snh, woq woq woq..."

"Swop." Taste it on my tongue, swallow. "Hh." Just a little, fresh pure young little girl pee. But now my finger is wet.

"Mh, mh!" She can't suckle any more, and I can't get my hands under there. In my tight borrowed panties. So, I keep touching her instead. "Oh, mommy!"

"Nhm!" I don't have to. I feel it, the love well up from her. The love for her mommy, missing this. Curled up in her arm, fat little tummy full of milk. Nodding off, still latched on suckling. "Hm!" It swims in my head, like the afterglow of an orgasm, except instead of fading, it wells up deeper, and deeper.

"Mh, hn!" She grunts, holding her breath, and shivers.

Little girlgasms, over so quickly. I immediately pull back from her spot, but dip my pinky down. Fell her spasming.

"Uhhhhh!" Wigging in, without a pop. No blood for doctor Ivanova. "Hihn!" The cutest little sigh.

Not a virgin, good. I didn't do this to her, make her precociously sexual. Twist this feeling for her mother, this innocent memory into something erotic, and take her innocence. It was Zhala. Good. "Swop! Feel better."

"Mhm?" She knows The Way.

"Good," I checked the screen, "Because the others are waking up."

No underpants, to wet, just a couple snaps. You would think that uncomfortable, but I can wait, until I get home. To her. Wash my hands first, but she pads out. Sighing cutely.

My theory is that they aren't, sexual. They can be, but someone has to make them. Not me, I don't have to. Between yesterday, and today, that's 15 girls. To play with, which Zhala perverted.

But now they are. Sexual. They have to be satisfied. They're just lucky I'm here, and I understand. Nothing wrong with it, someone has to, to keep them from making other girls dirty.

"Mahrime." Pass on that curse. "Baxt hai sastimos tiri patragi." If I stay, put down roots, my only defense is their tongue. Rom. Nobody else understands it around here.

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Bad Teacher (Fg Nepi ZooE Piss Porn)

"Yes, Katie?"

She got up in my lap.

"Were Maggie?"

"At home," I can't bring her every day, "She feels ill." Surprised us, who knew Bassets go in heat at 6 months?

"I miss hew."

"I know," I stroked her pontytails in my lap. Got out my new phone, and looked over the sleeping children. "Did you have a dream?" She's dry, I checked. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Uh, huh?" I took her in my office, turned on the computer, to monitor the children on their mats. "Up." Typed with my thumbs, and the program decrypted the file. "Look. See?"

"Horsie!" She sat up.

"Yes!" she sees horsies! "You like horsies?" I love horsies, or I would, given the chance.

She giggles.

"Yes, horsie go pee pee." The camera panned down, all by itself "See? She's all wet!" I sure could use a shower. To cool off, I unbuttoned my collar.

She arched and relaxed. To reach up from her dress, white dress going transparent, clinging to her braless breasts to reach up, before it slipped back in.

"HhHhH." Lick my lips, "She loves horsies."

She just nodded. I felt down the part in her hair, out to a pony tail, and let it slip through my fingers.

"Snh!" No more tears.

"Nh!" Her hands already between her legs. I sniffed her scalp. Even through the shampoo, I could catch a hint of little girl odor. The particular smell of a toddler's head.

"Snhhh!" It takes a little longer for it to change, get stronger with her arousal. I lapped up to her crown, along the tight part, to the cowlick, and swirled around it.

"Hihihn!"

"That tickle?" Holding her tight, to my breasts.

She shook her head. "She peed again!"

"No, that is a boy horsie." And that's not pee. "A boy horsie is called a Stallion, a girl horsie is a Mare."

She nodded, and I gave her crown another quick kiss. "Huh! But the other kids are waking up." I helped her off my lap, closed the file, and let the program re-encript it. "Run along and play."

I would have liked the time for a break, but no rest for the wicked, I suppose.

I held the door for her. "Okay," she smiled up at me, "Miss Susan."

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Hetty (fba ZooK NS Play)

"Mahrime!" I spat, warded with my pointer and pinkie. "Henry, Junior!"

"Huhuhuh!" Maggie curled up.

"Pull your pants up!" He did, but not quickly enough not to she, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Playing Mare." He fixed his britches, at least. Tail between his legs.

"When did you talk to Mahre'?"

"No," he pointed, "She play Mare." Not Mahre, Mare. The way he said it, Maiw, it sounded almost the same as he says Mary.

I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"She in heat, she need a Stallion."

I sat down, "Where did you hear that?" I knew Pony play was a bad idea.

"Ant Susan."

"What did she say?"

"She say a horsie go in heat, just like in the movie."

"What movie?"

"On hew phone."

"She showed you movies, on her phone?"

"Uh huh! Puppies, an Horsies, and girlies. In heat."

"Uh!" I had been, well ran into a bit of a block. Trying to decide how to take our relationship to the next level. I was just so proud of her, getting a new phone.

That horse cock she ordered. "Huh!" I knew, of course, ever since I strapped it on, she was really getting into pony play, but. "She showed you it?"

"Uh huh! And Maggie go in heat, just like the mare." He liked to play Horsie with her too, since she got tall enough for him to straddle. Not support his weight, I shook my head. "Uh!" I was at a complete loss.

"I wuv Maggie." Junior, I couldn't bring myself to name her Mahrime. She was a gift, a blessing really.

"Yes," I patted his head, "I see that."

I needed some time off, after working so hard lately, managing all the kids myself, and hiding my secret income. Processing my 1 video, my debut.

"I need to talk with her when she gets home, now go play in your room."

"Okay, mommy." He toddled off.

I suppose I don't have to hide it any more. I didn't even think I could, get her to go against her beliefs, her professional ethics. I tried, but I certainly thought it would have taken more of a push than that.

{Zhala - I'm in Love (Video) The Leitmotif changes to that image...}

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Susan (Ff...)

"Hupbph!" I shook my head, untied my hair, and dropped my purse.

"Hard day?"

"I just, forgot what it was like, handling them alone." Bent over the fridge, "Where's my Manischewitz?"

"I caught Jr. Today."

"Oh?" I looked back. "I really need a drink." I went to get my purse.

"Yes, fucking Maggie."

I stopped. "Huh!" Closed my eyes.

"You showed him childporn?"

"No," I turned around, "They're all adults." Not over 18, unless you count dog years. "He was asking questions."

"Have a seat."

"I really need a drink."

"No," she put her hands up on her hips. "You don't. Sit!"

"Don't treat me like a dog."

"I thought it went without saying don't show a child, a 5 year old Zooporn."

"Huhf!" I flopped down. "Let me explain. First of all, I didn't touch him. I never touched him, I just caught him too."

"He said he learned it from you."

"Yes, but I just explained what Katie was doing with her." Why we have to keep her home until she cools off. "I don't know where she saw movies, but she already knew about it."

She blushed, and looked down.

"Hetty?"

"What?"

"You tell me."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look, I don't know what you're lying about, but you remember when you told me you don't want us to have any secrets in our relationships?"

"You know, you can be a real bitch when you're sober."

"Huh," fine. "Then I don't really see any incentive in being honest with you, if you're going to lie to me." I got up, "I'm going out." Grabbed my purse.

"No, wait. Huh, you're right, come here."

"What?"

She kissed me, so I could finally relax.

"She got it from me."

"Who?"

"Katie."

"You showed her movies?"

"Let me see your phone."

"What's wrong with yours?"

"I have to make sure there's nothing incriminating on it." She thumbed through. Walked over to her computer, and unplugged something. A Micro-USB adapter, it looked like, only instead of a chord, it just had a small block with a full USB on the other end.

"What is that?"

"A flash drive."

"Oh."

"A memory device, it holds extra memory." And a pun. "Huh?"

"What?"

"Where did you get this?"

She held up the screen, showed me the SFWAprogram.

"A friend."

"What friend?"

"A friend online."

"Yes, well do you know what this app is?"

"It's a security program."

"Yes, a security program to tag, and encrypt files."

"Yes," that's what she said it was.

"Used to hide Childporn files."

"Oh." I shook my head, "I don't have any childporn files."

"Right? Which is why it's a little suspicious."

"Wait, why do you know what it is?"

"I just found it on your phone, because I was trying to install it, to look for Tag&Trace WORMs."

"What's that?"

"Programs, pattern recognition algorythims to detect and follow childporn."

"Oh. How do you know all this again?" I covered my mouth. "Oh." I sometimes have trouble thinking clearly, when I'm upset.

She knows that. "The same reason you assumed I showed him childporn." She nodded. "You're a child pornographer?"

"No, I just look at it." And away, from me. I'm not a psychopath, I know, because I actually have empathy.

"And showed it to Katie."

"Well? Like you said. Huh! She had a lot of questions, I had trouble answering. Without showing her, you know how poor her language skills are."

I nodded.

"Well, she does like dogs." She looked bad. "And now horses."

"You showed her too?"

"You know how to run that program?" She nodded, I rolled my eyes. "Wet in Heat."

She got out her phone, plugged in her little doodad, and tapped something with her thumbs. "Here."

"What's this?"

She didn't look up, from my phone. Just smiled. "What I showed her."

"Pictures?" Well, that looks like a bulldog. "How old is she?" Let out a little gasp.

"I don't know, looks about eight or nine. It's a slideshow, swipe through them."

"Oh." Still new to all this. "Oh!"

"So," she cuddled up with me, "You want to go out, and get drunk, or do you want to stay home, and look at porn?"

"Well, if you put it that way..."

"So, who's this friend?"

"I don't know. Anything about her, really." Not even what she looks like, she blurs out her face, "I just met her on Luxure TV."

"Oh, then why did she send you the Ap?"

"The SFW Ap?" She nodded. "Well, she's a breeder, so she doesn't want her business endangered."

"Understandable." I sure understood.

"It cost a lot." Thousands.

"Horse breeder?"

"No, dogs. Weimaraners."

"Ooh, you have any more videos?"

I took it back, "Some of them are." I looked over, remembered who I was talking to. "Yeah," Pattycake. "You should like this one." Can't view the files, unless you know the name. Very very secure program, from what I understand. "How did you ever afford it?"

"Huh." She turned me. Looked me right in the eyes. "I didn't. I am, a child pornographer."

"HhHhH!" I closed my eyes. Tried to process that.

The problem is, she works at a daycare. My daycare.

"Smooq," she unbuttoned my blouse. "And," she knows this drives me wild, "A nepiophile." She licked my heaving chest. "Toddlers. Girls."

I nodded, panting breathlessly, but she knows I can't think clearly, not when she's doing that.

"Oh!" I felt her hair.

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Hetty (Ff CP Pony Play)

I turned on the camera. "I got you something." No occasion, for the weekend. We're closed Sunday morning, most of the parents take their children to Sunday school, so we can sleep in. All morning, until then, we have all night.

"Oh!" She opened it, but I focused on her face, and zoomed out as she picked it up. Caught the expression of discovery on her face, then the look of bliss when she held it up, closed her eyes, and stroked it across her cheek. "Mh! Ooh!"

"It's horsehair." Long, thick, strong, deep chocolate brown, 100% genuine "Horse tail," to be exact.

"Ohh!" It's very expensive, "How did you ever afford it?" I saw her, looking at it online.

I got out my phone, just hit play. "1 video." It's very popular. "Don't show the camera."

I took it, traded her my phone, and turned off the camera.

She watched, frowned, so I set them both down.

"What did you do?"

I sat down. "Nothing. I asked them, if any of them played with Zhala. Then, I didn't stop them, when they showed me." And gave them all Lollypops.

"Oh." I helped her out of her blouse. Her chest warmed up, so I slipped my hand behind her back, and unclasped her bra. "Oh!"

"Yes." She blinked, "You shared this, online?"

"Yes, but only after I systematically went through every frame, and cleaned up anything that could be identified. See how the background is blurred?" Over 20 minutes of video. "Well," I bragged, "I can buy the center from you," a little, "Now. Name your price." The money still comes in steadily. "Or I can retire."

"Mhm?" She wasn't listening. She had forgotten the new buttplug. Everything else, she barely payed any attention to me, right here, feeling her legs. "Hh!"

There's sound, cute little giggles, even some moans, and they are real moans. They aren't self-conscious enough to fake orgasms, they don't even know what a Lesbian is, because you have to teach them. But, it's still early in the video, the orgasms cum much later.

"Pop!"

"Lickit!"

"It's very sticky." In her ear, she just nodded. She's hooked. Of course, she just admitted showing Katie the video I watched friday night, I had to overnight the buttplug, but we'll get to that. She just discovered Child Porn. It might take her a little while to think about it clearly. "And sweet."

She licked her lips, eyes lit up with a dozen darling little girls, playing with lollypops.

And dolls, Shelly got the dolls. This is my favorite part, so I watched with her.

She taught. A bunch of girls sat down naked on the playmat, while she got out the babydoll, didn't take off her diaper. Just sat down, and showed them, how to feed the baby.

She's not flat chested. She's a toddler, a fairly chubby little one, and her friends don't call her fat, because they're toddlers. They don't have body issues yet, I have to assume that they remember their mothers feeding them, or they were bottle fed. I don't know, I just asked Shelly. She put the bottle down, but a couple girls walked up, on their knees, and latched onto her tiny, pale pointed nipples.

"Huh!" I looked back, already had one in my hands. "Woq wq wq wq!"

"Oh!" She felt my hair.

"Sn! wq wq wq wq..." I love her, so much. She never nursed, I wish I could record that memory, and somehow upload it to her brain, so she could feel that. Close motherly intimacy. With Jr. How I can be absolutely certain exactly what I am. Preferential, toddler girls. Women, or teenagers, I can do, but there's an innocence about toddlers especially. Babies too, I don't mine the diapers, their fat pussies wet with urine, nor the nasty, stinky loads smeared into their cute, round soft smooth buttocks.

But, there's something to be said for a mature breast, with lines of stretch marks, wrinkles not unlike a watermellon, though not as firm. And the tiny, hard dark nipples that have never seen a drop of milk. "Snhhhh! Woq wq wq wq..."

I love her. So much, every part of her, but this. "Hhhhh." I love this. Every part of her differently, but this is special in a particular, feminine mammilian way.

This is how I do it. How I learned, from one of the worst sexual predators of a generation. Whatever they like, whatever it is, whatever deep dark subconscious fantasies they have. Find it, turn it into a game, and use it.

I love it, but I used her. Her innocent interest in horses, and latent sapphic desires. Her sincere nuturing love of children, and made her like me.

"HhhhHhHhH!" And it's suck a head trick! "Mhhh!" I had to sit up, put my head back, just close my eyes, and feel it. "Yes." It works. It even works on straight, mature, women. "Huhhhhh!"

"Oh, what happened?"

"Hm?" I blinked, shook my head. How long was that?

"There's a cut, what did I miss?" She showed me.

"Oh, I had to clean up patty." And the potty.

"Oh." She understood. Mud pies. "I didn't have to stop them before that." I got up, sighed. "Hihn!" Shrugged, and picked up the buttplug. The camera. "Lets go to bed.

Her eyes followed it, the tail. I gently twitched it, brushed my thigh with it, turned, and went in the bedroom.

She was right behind me.

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Mare' (F/f Switch Pony/Bitch Play DS Copr Porn)

"Nh!" Her hand pulled back, out, and I collapsed, shut. Snorted, and shook my head. My hair, rolling over my shoulders. "PhubPh!" Sputtered, and my lips whickered up from my teeth. Flanks twitching for the internal spasms. "Snh!" Her fingers at my snout. "Phfh!" I never had so much sex. Even as a teenager, with a teenaged boyfriend. Lately I had even settled into a weekly night to myself, to unwind, relax after a hard week, with my electric lover.

Much less this, ultrasex. Every night, but this was special. No occasion, we just had some issues to work out, on eachother.

Really in heat now, I blinked up at her. Wiping the creamy mess from her fingers on Him. The 1 thing to come between us, the long black shaft, with the flattened face, a little point above the up side down tear drop of a hole. Held it with both thumbs crossed, brushing my lips, my teeth coming open around it, then pried wide. As it got thicker, deeper.

"GrhlghK!"

Her fingers in my hair, the taste of my juices painted down my throat, the sweetness of the thick white cervical fluid from her tickling fingertips. All 3 of them, wrapped around her thumb, the pinky wouldn't reach, but she twisted it in me, to brush my sensitive spot. Inside, milking out yet another fluid, musky, pissing out in drops from her washboarding it with her knuckles. All to take this.

"KHAHK!"

Then he's behind me. Finally, my heat burning under my tail, my new tail, brushed aside to slap my hip, gently whip my flank, and roll over my back on the side.

"PhbpH!" Then, "NEIAGH!" Arching, and rearing at the penetration as he mounts me. "NEIGUGHUGH!"

Inch by agonizing inch, going ever deeper, wider, until pressed into the end. Of me, I couldn't take all that. A foot and a half of realistically molded black silicone, pressed into the patch of fur she grew out in front for me.

A pedophile.

My nepiophile.

"NEIAGHuh!" Spasming against it. Nepiophile, she said.

Girls.

Toddlers.

Just out of diapers.

And me, her hands slipping up my flanks, around my swollen hanging teats, gripping, and dragging back.

"Uhhhn! NGH!" I nodded, gulping breathlessly. Tried to gasp on the backstroke before she sank Him back into me, but too full. Butting into my cervix so hard it pushes deeper. Into me, and deeper, stretching my fist loosened tube tighter around it, and tighter, "NghUH!" Like my asshole, when she first penetrated it, loosened, and wettened by her probing tongue, until it snapped tight around the base of the buttplug, but even she can't kiss me this deeply.

I never had so much sex. Not just in size, I'm a size queen. What initially peaked my erotic interest, after the first time I visited a farm, they had ponies, Shetland ponies, cute little things low enough for me to pet, and brush, and comb their manes, their tails, even as a girl. A very little girl.

"NGHaaahhHH!" I just relaxed. Just try to relax, she's not fucking around any more. In and out. Just in, with insistent pressure. Unlocking me, picking the lock, to my deepest barrier. Hacking me, I help. Skooching, until I can even feel the tiny tip, and the little hole, in the center of my cervix. Relaxing, dilating, going ever so slightly wider.

"HuhhhhHhHhuH huH hUHN!"

I clenched. I couldn't help it. Finally it punched through, like a hymen, but that's not my fetish. Not even her's, quite the contrary, she even prefers they're already broken at that age.

Something I could never have, never feel before.

It feels like. Birth.

"Ngh!"

I slam shut, and it slips out in a wave of loosening, spasming sucking withdrawl. Flops between my legs, and the piston sucks out a gush of all those fluids. From my womb, cervix, vaginal tunnel, even my mouth and throat. Even my bladder let go, my Graffenberg gland, or what was left in my urethra. I shivered, shuddered, hear the splash on the vinyl sheet, feel it running down my legs, then her hand, holding up my tail. "Ngh!' I nod, "Nhm? "HUH!" My ass spasm, pops out, then back in. Pulling it open, and the peanutBUTTer churned shit gush from the gaping sphincter. Splashing, splattering like vomit, and running down my legs as I straighten up, let gravity do the work. Hold my breath, don't smell it. I just ate.

So not a turn on, for me.

"Bitch!" By the hair, "Look at this mess!" Force her down. "Look what you did!" Pick up the belt.

"Uh! Sph!" Her face in the sick bloody, chunky shitty mess. "PhfF!"

"BAD girl!" Swat her again.

I'll show you to cheat on me.

"Bad Bad Bad BAD GIRL!"

At some point she started screaming, but I kept going until my arm got tired.

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Good Girls (Fgg Saph Voye)

"Shelly, Polly." Playing dollies together. "Bring your dolls." Fully clothed.

The other kids didn't even stop playing. "Bbpbpbpb!" A girl playing with some boys, and trucks. Toddlers, little more than babies, just out of diapers. They just don't think about adult things, like gender roles. She just likes trucks.

Sex, they shouldn't, so young. Too late, but now they are sexual. The girls, all the girls, you don't have to do anything. I told her, just don't stop them.

Waiting in her office, start her off with something simple. Fairly innocent, and clean. "I'll watch the kids." I closed the door, to leave her alone with them, and the dolls.

She looks beautiful today. Sunday, afternoon. After a morning marathon session, while Jr. was in Sunday school, with a friend. Completely innocent in this, even deflowering Maggie.

"Phf!" I scoffed. Irony!

Shook my head, but a small class today. Manageable, a handfull of kids dropped off, so their families don't have to worry about them.

Time to reflect, I'm starting to understand the hair. It's, stimulating? Tactile, brushing her's out this morning. Up on the couch, between my legs, plaiting it down the back of her head from the crown. Instead of her new usual single pony tail, the show pony-tail. Fixing it at the nape of her neck with a ribbon. A bow, then weaving in another lower. And another, and another. Working my way down her neck, as it gets thinner, tighter, with shorter ribbons, smaller bows, then bast her shoulders. Halfway down her back, and finally the smallest tiny bow between the bottom of her shoulder blades.

Instead of flat-ironing it, like the thicker stronger whip-strands of the butt-plug/flogger. Not the best handle for whipping. Not enough stock legth, but I shifted uncomfortably. Against the padded seat back of her leather desk chair. "Nh!" The sharp welts of the tips. She did all right, her first time. Truly whipping me, the countless welts.

Okay, yeah. Now I totally get the horsehair. She drew blood. Thousands of tiny scabs, like pinpricks, all over my back.

It just makes me love her more.

Not to mention clench, in pain. Inside, around her fingers, and thumb. Spasming, fucking them back and forth with twists of her wrist, her fingers sinking in as her thumb withdrew, and vice-versa. "Hihn!" The jerks as she swung, down, the sound of the air, whispering through the strands coming down to land, with the sharp pain of hundreds of razor cuts at once. "Mh!" Look up, "Who wants to do art?"

Have to keep them busy, while I wait. And remember. I still have a job to do, no rest for the wicked, pull a sheet of paper over the long low table for finger paint. Craft paper in saturated colors for the crayons. That should keep them busy, open a new pack of wipes, and lean back against the counter. Next to the sink, for cleanup when on gets bored with fingerpaint.

Not Dotty, of course. She likes the thick gooey feeling on her hands, like mud, or poop. I got her some playdough instead, she sat down on the playmat, a plastic sheet, so she can't make as much of a mess. Just squish them together into a swirly greyish brown. She's happy, all day, I think it's tactile for her too. She doesn't like the saltiness of it though, so she won't eat too much.

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Good Teacher (Fggdd Doll Saph Fing Voye.)

I just watched. Didn't even have to say, they show each other, instead of having to tell eachother anything with words. They giggle, both fluent in the language of play.

I was wrong, taught wrong. To stop them, doing what comes naturally. What she calls the Gadje. Everyone else the culture we're in. Like the Rom, outsiders, going from culture to culture, but keeping their's intact.

They lie. Tell their children it's wrong. Get your hands out of your diaper, that's naughty.

It isn't. That's part of them. Boys or girls, they pee, and poop. They're curious, adults see something sexual in it, but babies touch themselves. Play with their toes, suck on their fingers, and feel between their legs when you change them.

It's how they explore their bodies.

Now, they're out of diapers, potty trained, and learning to communicate. Language, counting, we make those up, and teach them. They don't need that, just left to their devices. Any more than clothes, to cover their "Shame." That's what it's about, teaching little girls to be ashamed of their bodies. Our bodies, our selves. Like a nursing mother, "What if a child sees it?"

What? A breast? A nipple. That's how badly they lie to themselves, and each other. The very idea that a child can be traumatized by the sight of a nipple. Think about that, a minute. What exactly is a nipple for? Nothing sexual about it, unless you're an adult, who's been lied to about it. Children aren't perverted by it, they're fed by them. Adults perverted them into something sick, and sexual.

That is culture. The lie, that tells everyone to conform to the lies. The truth is we're animals. Mammals, and children are capable of sex.

My greatest regret is all the years I spent, lying to children.

They didn't play dressup. They took the clothes off. Just dropped them on the floor. In front of my desk, I just watched.

Now, kiss. The dolls first. Not show me where he touched you, how he hurt you. This is how we play.

Polly turned her's over. Her ragdoll, naked, a seam down the middle. Between her legs, where they're sewn to the body. She licks it first, shows Shelly. She kisses her too. Between her legs, then they put the dolls together. To kiss, 69, floating in the air, between their legs.

Very much in love. Going down, between their legs. Still fully clothed, just forgotten in their hands. Smiling, leaning in, and turning. Tilting to kiss each other. As they obviously had, so many times before. innocently at first, then deeper. Sucking each other's tongues.

Not like lesbians. That's a lie. Like children. Mammals. They dropped the dolls, as forgotten as their tiny toy clothes.

I looked down at my hands. In my lap, holding my phone. The nannycam, in the nose of a teddybear, watching. Recording. Not the classroom, the other children, Hetty's here to watch them.

The little girls, kissing, and undressing each other.

"Hihn!"

Deeper, lower, Katie finding her own way. To a nipple, Shelly sighing cutely. 'hh.' Eyes closed, and unconscious smile, the look of bliss.

Now, only now do I feel the need to slip my skirt up my thighs. Entranced, just letting my fingers do the walking. They no the way.

Zhala. Had to show me this. There's nothing wrong with it, for a child, much less a fully sexual adult. A lesbian, and a pedophile.

I love children, always did. There's nothing wrong with that, it is a woman. It's what we're supposed to do. Natural, instinctual. It ensures the survival of our species as much as men fucking them when they're old enough, to perpetuate the specie.

But that's not my role here.

They know the way.

Polly just has to hold the dolls, still stuck together, and show her. Her lover, without a word. She just climbes on, and bends over. To kiss her. Between her legs.

"Oh!" I'm so wet!

"Woq!"

"Wq!"

"Hihn!" I can't keep my eyes open. I don't have to. Just lean back, and put my feet up on my desk. "HhHhHuh huh!"

It's just, so beautiful!

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{I'm going to remind you about Pedophiles, and their excuses, again. And again, they lie. To themselves first, and foremost.

Don't You Believe It!

As convincing as it sounds, this is how they justify their abuse. A psychopath dehumanizes their victims. With Empathy, she can't do that. She has to make it "Love." Natural.

It's not, it's still abuse. Don't try this at home, kids.}

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Potty Trainer (Fgs Scat/Piss Orgy)

"Settle down girls." I set the box down on my desk. "This is X-chelsiS." Didn't pick the name, and we're running out of them anyway. "It's her birthday, she's 3 years old today. So, we got her a very special present!"

She clapped, still in her diaper. Her mommy loves diapers, and I glanced at her. Watching through the window, her hands up, and headphones on so she can hear.

Little Chelsi tore open the paper.

"It's a Potty!"

She giggled, clapping, and fell back onto her padded bottom.

"Lets show Chelsi how to play potty, shall we? Roll the desks out of the way, girls. And if you want to play too." I pouted, "Oh dear, we don't have enough potties, to go around."

"Ooh!" One of our brighter ones waved her hands excitedly. "I can be the poddy!"

"Of course! Why don't you take turns, playing the potty, and share. Now." I picked up our newest student, "Lets get this diaper off."

She giggled, and kicked. No longer a baby, but a little retarded from continuing diaper play with her mommy. "Huh!" She's dry, and clean, I pouted. "Looks like I'll have to get her wet." I sat down, and held her legs. "Slp!" She giggled, and tried to kick. "Now, Chelsi. Tell me when you have to pee pee!"

"Ogay! Hihihin!" That tickles. I just nodded, knowingly, and continued getting her wet.

"Hhhhn!" Listened to the tinkles, filling up little open mouths. Dirty, thirsty little girls, playing potty. A chorus of tinkles, and sighs, giggles.

"Peepee!"

"Okay! Hold it." I picked up the potty. "Up!" On her feet, "Now just sit up here, and relax."

"Hnh!" She made the potty face, and relaxed. Smiling, and her lids drooped, almost closing, and fluttered a little.

ptptptpT!

"Now, stand up, so I can clean you off."

"Now me!" I turned to see one of the girls get up, licking her lips, and her wet cheeks bright pink with flush. For another girl to lay down, on the wet floor. The whole floor was wet. Her back too, lifting her skirt to squat. Spread her knees, and strain. "Nh! Hn!"

Poot! It fell, right on the girl's waiting face. She winced, and turned away, her eyes tight, then she sat down, to rub it in.

"Ew!" The girl on my desk pointed.

"You need to poop?"

She shook her face, a nasty look on it.

"Well, bend over." I lifted the back flap of her onesy, to expose her wet little puff, and her dry buttocks. Spread them with my thumb to loosen her up.

"Nh!" she squirmed, "Nhihn!" Puckered and spasmed with her giggles, on my tongue.

"Pwl, lLlLlL!" I fucked it in and out, to push her little pink donut in, deeper, and wetter, to loosen, and and spread.

"Hihn!" She sighed, and relaxed.

"PhtbpbpbptH!" Ooh, that one sounded a very wet. And chuncky from the splatters, so I looked. At another, smiling and rubbing it all over her body. Eyes closed, and sighing.

"RGH!" One gagged, and spasmed, on another's fingers, behind her. "HRUGH!" A wet chunky gush, she gasped, and sighed. Bending to lap it off the floor.

"Poopy now." She felt her bottom, turned around and sat down. Grimmaced, and grunted. "Nh!" POOT! It echoed in the bright plastic pot. "Nh!" I held up her legs by the feet, to watch. The wet pucker push out, and spread. The blunt brown tip, then it hanging out, curling a little before it dropped with a tiny splash. "Hh!" She blinked, "I poddied."

"Yes!" I got her a lollypop. "Butt now you're all dirty." I pouted, turned her around. "Bend over." Let me clean it out.

"HhuahLl!"

She giggled, but held her cheeks, and didn't squirm.

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Show and Smell (Fg PreK Totg Scat/Ws Gava Mung Disc Humil Voye Porn)

"Yes, Sadie?" She put down her hand, "Can I go too?"

"Someone is in there right now," I winked, and turned to my monitor. "Hold it." She winked back.

I switch from the pottycam, held down [Alt, F4] Looked up, and Cammy winked back.

[Live.]

Cammy is a dollcam. Life size, stereo mics in the ears, 3D camera eyes, motors in her lids, neck, arm, and chair. Or on the site, she has a profile as a Virtual Student. If you like, and have the money, you can pay to control her, in realtime, with a fully immersive experience.

"Nh!" PthphT!

"What is it now?" I turned her to look.

"I had a accident." She grinned, and put down her hand.

My ass. "You little shit!" No, she didn't. Hold it was code, we have full time cameras all around, all part of the show.

I got up, hit the keystroke to follow her by Motion capture. "Get up here, and show the class what you did." She squirm/walked. She is by far the most masochistic, submissive, and coprophagic student here. She loves it, and easily the best actress. All the girls know what she likes, and most of the viewers.

"Turn around." I pulled up her skirt, "Look at this mess!" White cotton, or it was once. Now in the back it had soaked through. A steady diet of fruits, broccoli, tofu, rich goat cheeses, yoghurt, butter, and fine porrage boiled down to sludge, not to mention recycled Chyme, urine, breast milk, and animal fluids perfected through trial and error to produce the consistency of whipped tahini. It smeared the exposed edges of her cheeks, and fanned the back of her skirt. Vynil, like a shower curtain, to protect the furniture.

I took off my belt, and let it flop back down. "Bend over, grab your ankles."

"Yes, miss, AH!"

"I told YOU to HOLD it! Let's SEE if YOU can COUNT!"

"Nh! Uh. Ate?"

"That was seven." I held her pigtails, crossed over my fingers, and gripped the braids into my palm. "THIS!"

"Ngh!"

"Is Eight!"

"Nhhhh," TphthphthH! I had to snatch her skirt up, to show the back push out, soaking through, and filtering the diarrhetic fluid to spatter, and patter on to floor, while the darker creamier solids spread, and dripped to run down, and fall from her quivering cheeks.

Right up the center aisle, between the desks, as the wheelchair bound silicone doll rolled forward from the back of the class in a Dunce cap. Good, we've got a live viewer, paying $0.50 a second to participate. "Does anyone want a closer look? Yes, Cammy." I held up my hand, "Stop there." Looking down. "This is what a nasty little brat looks like." Pulled on a pair of bright yellow dishwasher gloves.

"Snh!" I jerked her upright by the braids. Real tears from the painful spanking, and a real grin, closing her eyes, and starting to fake sobs. "Nhmhm!" The swats were to turn her on, so she could act em bare assed, and cry, instead of frantically wipe it down with her fingers, and stuff it into her as her favorite lube.

"Turn around, look at this mess!" I held up my hand. Gently layed a wet slap across her cheek, and pushed her head down. "Just look at this shit!"

"Uhn!" I wiped the rest off on her ironically virginal white blouse. 'nh, i sowwy! nhmhmh mh Mh!"

"Now I have to change you. Get down, on your knees, and start cleaning it up."

"Nh, lh!" Poot! I pulled down her skirt, and the camera looked up. At her back, so I pulled down her blouse to show it starting to run down from the waist. He spine, the cute little dimples. "Snh, huhl! Ghk, luh!" It came around, the other side. Head turned to stay locked on, focused on the filthy ass as I peeled them up, then back, then down her shaking thighs.

"Lgh, hrulgh!" Gagging, "WHOHLGH!" Splupbphtgq! She wretched, vomitting.

"You're just making a mess, more to clean up, and you will, clean it all up."

"Yeagh!" Poot! "Hulh, slooph! Huh! Hrulkgh!" Spoot! Her spasms forcing more gas out, blowing the butt paste out of her flapping buttocks, and the cam couldn't pan up, and down, back and forth fast enough, or decide which end to watch, so went back and forth. "Ph, ph!" I pulled her up.

Another signal. P, P. "Hold it." They want to see a dirty teacher too, I "accidentally brushed my sleeve on her filthy bottom, thigh, my hand already soiled, as well as the white patent leather of the discarded belt. "Uh, take these off." She was wincing now. Squatting, and tiptoeing back and forth out of her skirt, "Mop up this mess." She used it, and "Huh!" I started unsnapping my blouse, careful not to get it on my skin, yet.

"Nh," she was shaking now, on her knees, getting it all over her socks, some of this could be washed, most of it replaced. And sold, they buy baby-food jars of her mung. It's one of our best sellers. So, you can smell it, watching her, reliving the moment, for a price.

"Now you're making it worse."

"Hnnnnnnn!" On cue, she relaxed, releasing her bladder into the sloppy spreading pile she vainly attempted to push together under her. Sptptptptpt! "Hhhhhhh!" She smiled, nodding and licking her lips. "HhHhHhH!" Now either unable to conceal, or just not bothering to try.

"Don't," I pulled her hands out. From between her legs. "Bend over. You filthy little cunt."

Turned her, to face away from the camera, and reached under to feel it. Running down, thick, and wet between my fingers. "Uhn!" Close my eyes, licking my lips. 'such a dirty little girl!' My fingers shook, slipping down, splitting, and exposing her. "You happy?"

"No miSH! IHN!"

"Bad Pussy!"

"Nhn?" She nodded.

"That's two."

"OWH! Three?"

"Is that enough?"

"Noh? NH! Four?"

"All right," I held them together, curled up like a square. "Four it is."

"NGHAUH!" I held her. "NYEAUGH!" She shuddered, still gagging to spasm. As the probing texturized tips spread out to the first knuckles. "Hhihih!"

"You satisfied?"

"NohAUGH!" Past the first knuckles. "Nhn. Hhhih! Hihn?"

"You satisfied?"

"Nyeah." She hunched, and fell, panting as they popped out. I wiped my hand on my blouse, snapped the gloves pulling them off inside out, and unbuttoned my cuffs. "Now, I'm dirty, too."

Huh, he must have gotten off. I shrugged, and started mopping it up with my blouse as well.

Satisfied, Sadie hit the showers.

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Teaser:

"Settle down class." We got there early to set up the big screen behind the desk. Stacked up the chairs on their desks along the walls, and lay out the mats. Pads, really, water-proof, which also protects them from other fluids.

"This afternoon," my partner squeezed my hand, excitedly, "We're going on a field-trip." I turned to point the remote at the screen.

"This is mama Henley,"

"Puppies!" Lots of surprised squeels of glee, and giggles.

"Yes, miss Henley is a breeder, of Weimaraners."

"Now, these are mature dogs, not puppies. But many of them are going into heat." Push play.

"She loves her dogs."

"As you can see," she nodded, "They're also well trained."

"Poddy."

"Yes, Patty. They are trained to hold it, just like many of the girls go into heat at once."

"Miss Henley play Poddy."

"Yes, and she potty trains little girls." I skipped a head, a little, "Like her daughters."

"Hihihihn!"

"HhHhH!" I rubbed the goose bumps out on her arms, her shoulders, and felt in across her bra, to unbutton her blouse.

"Now, does anyone have to go potty, or want to play potty?"

"Yes," she nodded, bit her lip. And shivered. "I have to go. Real bad."

"Well," I spread it open, to reveal her full bra, and reddened chest. "You can hold it, a little longer." I bent down, holding the flaps.

"Mhm?" She watched the movie.

The girls are fine. All girls, Alva's school for girls, becoming a bit of an orphanage, but we're looking at new places. With more room. More rooms, to set up dorms. Showers, with all the money we're making.

"Huh!" She ran her fingers up my neck, through my hair, and squeezed her knees together, but I already felt inside. Around her flanks, to the back, and pulled the straps together to unhook them. To drop free, she sighed like a mare, ridden hard, when you loosen the saddle strap. Wiemaraners, dogs, but she knows other breeders. That's her surprise, for being such a good teacher. She can get a stud. A stallion for her. "Nh!" She was squirming now.

I sank down, and she didn't even take them off. Just frantically pulled up her skirt. Shaking now, on her second pot of coffee, her thermos set asside, but with Jr. in Kindergarten, we just don't have to deal with boys.

"Please?"

I just nodded, held my head back, and closed my eyes. Let my mouth hang open, my tongue loll out.

"Hhhhhh!" The warm tangy gush, running down my cheeks, then nose. I looked, as soon as it was below my eyes, at the rich dark almost orange ripple pinched between her lips, and waving back and forth. Felt it running down, my overflowing mouth, chin, neck, soaking into my shirt. The white cotton going transparent, and clinging to my braless chest "Huh!"

She didn't wipe, but it was starting to trickle, and break up into dark concentrated drops. "Siph, halh!" She hunched, humped my mouth, and I dug the smaller hole, out of the opening of her larger one. Slipping my fingers up the drops still dripping down her thighs, and prying her open with my fingertips. "Saph! Lilith!"

"Oh!" Her dry fingers combing through my hair, gently scratching my scalp, slipping through the strands, and the curls corkscrewing down my back, as the rich piss flavor ran out, but the subtle taste of Her. Arousal, the unmistakable odor of a woman in heat filled my nose. "SNH!"

"Ngh!" I gave her the finger, twisting, and slipping up, to suck out her lips, up to where they came together, and pinched them with my other hand to pop int out. "HAhlLlLlLlL!" Until she bucked out of it.

"Get on the desk."

She bent over, in her heels on the wet tile, and I looked over at the playmats. They weren't napping, our girls. Watching, the movie too, and copying, taking turns, bending over, playing the bitch.

"AUHN!" I pulled her hair. Her head up, and forced my piss drenched fingers in her mouth. "Huh!" Picked up a pencil from the desk, a big thick one for tot's fingers, to force between her teeth like a snaffle.

"Bite it."

"Nh!" She nodded.

"Awm!" I yanked her head back, and held it, bent over, and working some mucus out of my throat.

"SPTO!"

"Nh!" She clenched and spasmed. Poot!

"You have to go?"

"Mh hm!" She couldn't nod.

"Not yet. hold it." She clenched, so I let her hair go. I need both hands to hold her open, glance back at the girls, some starting to frantically finger eachother, bent over like bitches in heat. "Now." I kissed her, started sucking as soon as i felt it relax. Push out on my tongue, the radiating wrinkles spreading, and the gritty metallic tip start to poke out.

"Nh!" She pinched out a pebble, and I spat. Squeezed her cheeks.

"Push."

"MHR!"

"Harder." So it flattened, squeezed between them. Filth, I wiped it with my thumbs. All over, around her ass, and down her legs.

"Snh?" Gagged a little, spasming inside, but pulling up my skirt. She wore a bra, but no underpants. I didn't bother with underwear at all, but my fingers were filthy now, and I was so wet, it just slipped right in. Smear more out and switch hands, let my blatted go, squatting to hear it trickle, and spatter on the tile, and the puddle she left me.

"Hetty?"

Over my shoulder.

"Yes, Patty."

"Can I play too?"

"Of course, dear." She loves mud pies, her favorite game. She giggled, so I got on my knees, and turned back. Spread her cheeks for more. Gagging a little to spasm inside. Around my filthy fingers. "Uh, luh!" Gulping, and feeling her hands. Her fat little hands, stubby fingers smearing and patting it up under me. So, I pulled out my fingers, and let her play.

Just don't have to stop her, really.

"I love you, Hetty." I nodded, but she kissed my ass. So, I relaxed, gagged a little, but grunted. Pushed a little. She giggled, and kissed me again, her curious fingers feeling around inside me.

"HM PHUH!" Susan started cumming, so I moved down, and dug my nose into her spasming crack.

"SNHhhhhhhh!"

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There is no ending, it doesn't end, they just keep escalating from there