Copywrite 2008, H. Grant

COMMENTS: Warning! This story contains themes involving extreme
pedophilia. If this type of material offends you, DO NOT proceed
to read this story.

STORY CODES: Mg,Mb,extreme pedo,nepi,toddlers,manipulation,anal,ws

STORY INTRO: A husband and wife run a special preschool in the
heartland of the United States. Little does the wife know that her
husband is a sick pervert who secretly takes advantage of very 
young children within the confines of the school barn.  



Rocking Horse Ranch

by H. Grant


    A modern day farm in the midwest is not exactly the safest place 
these days - what with global warming and the ever increasing amount 
of storms. Then there are the droughts which inevitably tend to kill 
most crops. But Rocking Horse Ranch is not exactly a normal farm. It 
is a place where young children attend preschool in a unique setting.

    The school is different than most preschools in that the setting is 
within a barn. You've got your hay stacks where the little ones love to
play, you've got horses and cows out in the pasture, and you've got a
semi-indoor playground with home made wooden hobby horses and tricycles
for the kids to play on.

    The indoor area was well decorated by Mrs. Keenan. She loved children
with a passion having had four of her own. Her husband Joe ran the farm 
and brought in a decent amount of money. It was after her third child that
Mrs. Keenan decided to start a preschool within the farm to raise a little
extra money for her children's college education. Children from between 
the ages of three and four were permitted in the school from the 
surrounding areas within the local community. The preschool was unique
in that it had a dirt floor within one of the small barn houses. The 
wooden walls were quite old, but were covered with drawings and coloring 
projects that the children had worked on during class time. They were 
mostly of the scribble scrabble variety, but reflected a genuine effort 
on the part of the young kids who participated. There were toy blocks 
strewn all over the place during school time and plenty of stuffed animals 
to go around. Mrs. Keenan had repeatedly told the children not to place 
the stuffed animals on the dirt floor, but they never listened and 
eventually she just gave up. Mrs. Keenan chose her battles wisely with 
each of the children and was good at getting the most potential out of 
each child in turn.

    Mr. Keenan was a different story. He was a closet pedophile who
was sexually attracted to small children. He was delighted when his
wife approached him with the idea of starting a preschool within their
very own farm. He encouraged her from the very beginning and put a lot of
his small fortune into funding the basic construction of the small school. 
Having molested all four of his children during their infancy and early 
childhood, he was no stranger to the "special parts" of little boys and 
girls. He enjoyed looking at a three year old's penis - having filled in 
for his wife on many occasions during school sessions when she was on
vacation or sick. He liked to pull down a little boy's pants and 
super hero undies to reveal their soft white genitals. He would
gently stroke the little boys when they went to the bathroom until 
their little pee wees grew hard and stiff with baby boy pleasure. They
would often giggle and fidget back and forth on their little feet 
during "potty time" while he played "tickle tickle" with them.  

    Mr. Keenan liked to gently rub their little ball sacks and then run
his sick index finger downward toward their little brown holes. A little
boy's bottom felt so warm and spongy and the crinkly little anal opening
felt so soft, tight, and inviting to Mr. Keenan. Mr. Keenan loved the 
way little boys and girls smelled down there. Some smelled different than
others. Some of the toddlers had the smell of wet wipes, while others 
smelled like baby powder. Others had the plain scent of soap, while 
others hadn't wiped themselves correctly and smelled like stale 
pee pee or BM. Mr. Keenan didn't care. He loved these special little
odors all the same. It made his sick child molesting cock rock hard
and brought him exquisite pleasure in his perverted mind. Young
children were like little flowers that needed to open up and bloom
just for him. Pulling down their pants, lifting up their little skirts,
or peeling their baby panties to the side often made him think of this.

    Some of the toddlers hadn't been potty trained fully and still wore
training pants. They would often have accidents and Mr. Keenan loved
cleaning up their little cunnies and baby bottoms each and every time.
It reminded him of childhood's innocence and he loved the fact that
kids of this age group were still very awkward and naive to the world.
It also meant that he could coerce them into doing anything he wanted.
Mr. Keenan would often pull down his trousers and ask the little kids 
to touch him in his "special place." He also liked to have his anal 
cavity touched by a little child's fingers and would often ask them
to stick their little hands and baby fingers "down there" and play
"tickle tickle" with him.

    Mr. Keenan's favorite toddler was a little girl named Lucy. She
was only three years old and still very naive and innocent to the
world. Her mommy would often drop her off at the barn around 8:30 AM
and have her wearing the cutest little outfits. Sometimes baby Lucy
wore overhauls, sometimes she wore a cute frilly dress with daisies
and flowers on it complete with black saddle shoes and knee high 
socks, and sometimes (during the spring time) she wore baby shorts
to keep cool outdoors. She wore the prettiest teddybear panties and
occasionally (when she was a bad little girl) she would make pee pee
all inside them! Mr. Keenan loved it when baby Lucy made "tinkles"
in her little cotton underpants.

    Mr. Keenan would often find an excuse to look after little Lucy
by himself - often telling his wife that he wanted to "lighten her
work load" for the day and tutor Lucy on his own. Mrs. Keenan was a
bit naive herself and had no idea that her very own husband was a 
sick child molester who liked little kids - especially little three
and four year old toddlers! She was glad that he wanted to help out
with the small children and would often send some of the more 
"difficult" children to him. Lucy was only three years old, but she
could be very disobedient at times and Mrs. Keenan welcomed the
opportunity to be free of the mouthy little tyke for a while. 

    Today was one of those days. Baby Lucy had misbehaved again and
used her crayons to draw all over one of the hobby horses. Apparently
she had her fill of rocking back and forth on the little horsey and 
was now content to draw on it. Mrs. Keenan had repeatedly told her
to stop, but little Lucy wouldn't listen. Instead, she would stick her
tongue out defiantly at the caregiver and continue drawing on the
horsey. Finally, out of exasperation, Mrs. Keenan called her husband
on his cell and told him to come in from the pasture and take care of
little Lucy. 

    Mr. Keenan had just finished with some corn stalks and 
was hot and sweaty. He wiped his brow and headed back toward the 
pre-school barn - his sick and perverted cock twitching in his pants 
at the thought of molesting baby Lucy again with his array of twisted 
and demented little games.

    These secret little games were filled with manipulative and 
coercive techniques designed to keep little Lucy quiet and very 
obedient to his every whim. Sometimes little Lucy had fun with 
Mr. Keenan. Other times she did not. But Mr. Keenan was a very 
domineering man and quite scary when he became angry. So baby Lucy 
would wind up doing whatever the old man wanted - whether she enjoyed 
it or not. She almost never mouthed off to him.

    Mr. Keenan entered the small room where the children were playing.

   "Hello dear." He said to his wife. "I see little Lucy needs some
private time with me."

   "She sure does." Replied Mrs. Keenan. "She's been going crazy 
with the crayons again."

   "Come here Lucy." Mr. Keenan beckoned to the little tyke. "Have
you been scribbling on the horseys again?"

    Little Lucy tottled over to Mr. Keenan smiling mischieously.
She was wearing a bright red satin dress that came down to her her
little knees and her pretty red hair was done up in little locks
and braids. She had on white knee high socks which met her dress
halfway up her little knees and a pair of black saddle shoes
adorned her little feet. To look at her attire, you would think
she was the most well behaved child in the room. Then again, that
satin red dress (the color of bright red lipstick) suggested an
evil and naughty side to the little tyke.

    Little Lucy looked up mischieously and grinned at Mr. Keenan.
She knew exactly what "private time" meant with the old man. Her
little cunny itched in her undies. She enjoyed the feelings Mr.
Keenan gave her between her legs, and at the same time she felt
shameful because her mommy and daddy had told her not to let 
anyone touch her down there. But this wasn't the first time she
would be alone with Mr. Keenan. So it came as no suprise to her.
Even so, little Lucy was only three years old. She still peed
in her panties from time to time and she only spoke in simple 
sentences. However, her "baby hole" between her little legs was 
already warmed up from riding back and forth on the hobby horse
and she reached out for Mr. Keenan excitedly.

    Mr. Keenan took little Lucy by the hand and led her out of
the preschool room.

   "I see you're excited Lucy. I guess I won't have any trouble
with you this morning." He said - feeling the soft warmth of her
little baby hand in his palm.  

    The little tot followed him into the main part of the farm
house - also known as the living quarters. Mr. Keenan led her
into the bathroom and closed the door. He released her hand
and knelt down in front of her - gazing at her red satin dress.

   "Wow. You're looking devilish in this red dress sweetie." He
said as he lifted it up and gazed at her baby unicorn underpants.

   "No wonder you're in the mood to misbehave."

    Little Lucy giggled slightly as Mr. Keenan pulled up her
little skirt and pressed his face against her baby underpants.
They smelled of stale pee pee and had a tiny yellow stain on
the front of one of the unicorns. Mr. Keenan not only spotted
the wee wee stain, he could smell it too.

    "Looks like my baby girl made 'pissy pissy' again in her
pretty panties." He teased as he placed his thumbs on either
side of her little waistbands and began tugging them down. 

    The little unicorns on Lucy's undies smiled up at Mr. Keenan
as he began pulling her little panties down slowly - revealing
her soft white skin and puffy little wee wee hole. It looked
nice, pink, and fleshy with hints of stale piddle streaked 
along her baby slit and thighs. Little Lucy had definately
peed her panties earlier in the morning - probably just after
her mommy had dropped her off for pre-school.

    Mr. Keenan removed little Lucy's skirt so that he could 
have a clear view of her precious baby panties which were now
draped halfway down to her little knee caps. Lucy still had
little hints of baby fat in her tiny legs and thighs and she
looked so adorable once her daisy skirt was off. Her bare
tummy looked so smooth and her tiny nipples still had some
puffy baby fat on them as well. Mr. Keenan leaned forward
and licked each of her baby nipples and teased them with
his tongue. Then he reached up and gave them a slight pinch
with his fingers causing little Lucy to yelp with displeasure.
He enjoyed giving her a dose of pain before he had his fun
with her.

    Next, he dipped his hand past her belly button and downward 
toward her little pink vagina. 

   "Now spread your cute little legs Lucy. Uncle Keenan wants to
play with your tight little cunny hole." He said firmly.

    Lucy obediently spread her baby legs as wide as she could 
with her unicorn undies handcuffing her little knees together.
They were still draped halfway down her chubby little knees. She
smelled so sweet and pissy down there. Mr. Keenan could barely
contain himself as his sickening cock twitched feverishly in his
pants.

    He leaned forward again and placed gentle kissed on her soft
tummy. Then he licked her baby belly button which caused the little
tot to squirm and giggle. Meanwhile, his fingers began to tickle
and caress the soft cleft of her "honey hole" causing ripples of
giggly pleasure throughout Lucy's tiny body. She giggled, shivered,
and squirmed as her belly button and "pee pee hole" were molested
at the same time. Little Lucy's face grew flush pink with sight
shame and embarrasment as her baby panties were still pulled 
halfway down and the evil Mr. Keenan continued to smell her and
play "coochie choochie coo" with her baby trickle. 

   Mr. Keenan lowered his nose to Lucy's soft baby pisser again
and smelled the sweet aroma of kiddie piddle between her legs.
Baby Lucy had forgotten that she had peed her panties that
morning and so she just stood there while he smelled and tickled
her with his sick disgusting fingers. 

    Lucy's little cunny hole grew puffy and swollen with tingly
sensations as Mr. Keenan began to push his evil digit gently 
inside her totty opening. Mr. Keenan only pushed it inside a tiny
bit so as not to create any noticable signs of molestation. He
felt the soft fleshy warmth of the inside of baby Lucy's hole
and became sweaty with lust. Mr. Keenan glanced down at baby
Lucy's pee stained panties again. Small drops of pre-cum began
leaking out of his dick at the sight of the soft white panties
with the tint of yellow at the frontal area of Lucy's unicorn
undiepants. They smelled so sweet, innocent, and childish at the
same time as it was clear that her baby panties had been squirted
heavily with pee pee earlier that morning.

   Mr. Keenan withdrew his cock from his pants and told little
Lucy to squat down and tickle it for a while with her soft baby
fingers.  The three year old giggled and began prodding and 
squeazing his thick cock with her soft little hands. She had
never seen a grown mans penis until Mr. Keenan had introduced
her to his sick tickling games.

   prod...push...tickle...squeaze...tickle...

   Mr. Keenan was in heaven as he felt the toddler's soft baby
hands and fingers "play" with his evil peter. It grew thick, rigid,
and hard beneath her fingertips and dangled menecingly in front
of her cute little mouth.

   "Now open up your mouth Lucy...that's a good girl...open up
and let uncle Keenan place his pee pee into your sexy little mouth."

    Lucy had played this game before too. She opened up her baby
mouth for "uncle Keenan" and darted out her soft baby tongue. It 
was coated with sexy baby saliva and little drops of pre-school
drool as Mr. Keenan gently slid part of his thick penis inside
her sexy baby mouth. It felt so moist, warm, and sticky at the
same time - like a little baby honey pot!

    Gently, Mr. Keenan grasped the little red head by her braids
and pulled her little head firmly onto his cock. Her mouth was
now reduced to a little "totty recepticle" for his perverse and
sickening pleasure.

    Slowly, Mr. Keenan eased his thick smelly cock in and out of
her soft baby mouth - all covered in slimy drool and baby girl
saliva. The inside of little Lucy's mouth felt so warm, soft, and
inviting to the sick pedophile. Her tiny tongue slithered and 
sloshed all around his thick shaft as more drops of pre-cum 
seeped into her waiting mouth and trickled down her sexy little
throat.

    After a few more minutes, Lucy became uncomfortable and began to
show signs of annoyance. This only served to get Mr. Keenan more
excited and he began shooting a thick load of dirty sperm inside
Lucy's face. Squirt after squirt launched out of his thick dirty
cock and spat visciously inside of her sweet little "fuck toy" mouth. 
The thick gooey globs of semen oozed down the toddler's throat and 
into her pretty little belly.

    Little Lucy gagged and tried to pull away, but Mr. Keenen held
her head firmly against his shaft until the last drops of extacsy
dribbled out of his softening cock and onto her sweet little tongue.
It was quite a load, and baby Lucy began to sputter and sob as the
sick old man finally released her. Her baby panties were now pulled
all the way down to her ankles and she looked like a total kiddie
slut on the bathroom floor. Some of the semen had dribbled out of 
her mouth and onto her soft baby lips and fleshy chin. The air in 
the bathroom began to smell like a combination of stale wee wee and 
thick dirty sperm. Her sweet baby panties were responsible for the
pee pee odor, and her mouth and face were responsible for the smell
of dirty sperm.

    Mr. Keenan waited for the little tyke to calm down, then he 
pulled up her pee stained unicorn undies and put her little skirt 
back on. 

    Finally, he gave her a small dose of mouth wash to get rid of 
the foul taste in her stupid potty mouth and gave her some candy to 
keep quiet. Little Lucy loved candy and soon she was focusing on 
other things outside of what had happened to her - like getting back 
to the preschool playroom to ride the hobby horsey again. She smiled 
as Mr. Keenan led her back to the makeshift preschool room. Maybe 
Mrs. Keenan would let her play in the hay stacks again. As she walked 
back into the main room, her cunny still tingled and itched from 
Mr. Keenan's dirty probing fingers. Her baby vagina was still puffy 
with excitment and a warm feeling of pleasure began to engulf her 
entire cunny and baby bottom as well. Perhaps Mr. keenan would 
eventually play with her "other hole" too! 

    Little Lucy thought only briefly about these things. Her simple
little mind was only concerned with one thing, satisfying the itch
in her tiny "pee pee hole." She stared across the room at the little
hobby horse, and she knew that relief was near. All she had to do was
rock back and forth on it, and the itch would soon go away. Maybe...

Chapter 2 - Mr. KEENAN LIKES LITTLE BOYS TOO!

    Mr. Keenan took little Jimmy by the hand and led him into the 
basement. Jimmy was only three years old, but he was fully potty 
trained. He had misbehaved in preschool and Mr. Keenan had offered to 
take him out for some "time out" away from the other kids. Mrs. Keenan 
was thankful to him for lightening her burden once more. It was the 
following day after his special time with baby Lucy and the naughty 
husband was quite horny again. This time he wanted to play with a tiny 
boy.

    Mr. Keenan quickly took off Jimmy's t-shirt and unbuckled his
baby pants. Gently, he pulled them down and gazed at Jimmy's special 
toddler underpants. The little tot had Spider Man underwear on and 
Mr. Keenan could make out the little bulge in the front where his tiny 
cock resided.

    "You're just the cutest little boy Jimmy." Cooed Mr. Keenan. "I'll
bet your wee wee is getting hard."

    Little Jimmy nodded his head and pointed to his underpants.

   "pee pee." he said in his baby boy language.
 
    Mr. Keenan smiled devilishly. His cock grew thick in his pants at
the site of baby Jimmy's Spidey underpants. Gently, he took hold of the
little waste bands and began to tug his little undies down - revealing
Jimmy's pale white "pee pee" and little baby balls. 

    Little Jimmy stood still with his thumb in his cute little mouth.
He was only dimly aware of how shameful it was to have his underpants
pulled down by a stranger and his "Wee wee" played and toyed with. But
as soon as he felt Mr. Keenan's fingers tough his soft baby cock, it 
began to swell up and grow stiff with totty pleasure. Hot blood coursed
through the little boy's penis - making it stand erect and hard to the
touch of Mr. Keenan.

    The sick molester leaned down and kissed the little boy's cock. Then
he began to lick it with his slimy tongue. Jimmy's penis tasted soooo 
good! It smelled of fresh soap from a recent bath and it was obvious to
Mr. Keenan that little Jimmy's mommy took good care of his hygenic needs.
The perverted old man licked the tip of Jimmy's "wee wee," then he ran
his mouth and tongue downward toward his baby balls - tasting the fine
aroma of his innocent baby crotch. Gently, Mr. Keenan ran a finger along
baby Jimmy's backside and downward toward his little butt hole. His soft
skin between his butt crack felt warm and inviting to his deviant finger.

    Soon, Mr. Keenan's finger reached it's little brown target. It felt 
crinckly, tight, and warm. The little brown hole winked back at the
invading finger - as if to invite it inside. Mr. Keenan obliged as he
continued to lick Jimmy's baby scrotum. 

    Little Jimmy gasped as he felt Mr. Keenan's index finger poke a 
hole inside his soft baby hiney! The evil digit wiggled and wormed its
way inside baby Jimmy's bowels - causing the little boy a little bit of
pain and discomfort. Mr. Keenan was careful not to push too hard or too
deep. Just the feeling of touching the inside of Jimmy's little poop
hole was good enough for him. With his other hand, he began stroking
his cock feverishly - feeling small drops of pre-cum seep out of his
thick penis again.

    Mr. Keenan did not want to cum just yet. He told little Jimmy that
if he was a good boy and got down on his little knees and opened his 
sweet baby mouth, he would give him a big lolipop to suck on. Little
Jimmy liked lolipops and quickly forgot the discomfort in his anal
cavity. Mr. Keenan withdrew his finger from the little boy's hiney hole
and allowed the tot to kneel down on his little hands and knees and
open his totty mouth. Soon, a thick soft vessel entered the baby boy's
moist little mouth and slithered it's way deep inside - causing the 
little tot to gag. The naive toddler tried to remove his face from 
Mr. Keenan's invading member, but his head was held firmly in place
by Mr. Keenan's strong and authoritative hand.

   "Suck on it you fucking boy whore!" He commanded as little Jimmy
continued to dribble and gag all over his thick meat. 

    Thick globs of gooey saliva dribbled out of the little tot's
tight mouth as it was jammed thick and complete with monster man
cock. Mr. Keenan finally eased off a bit - giving little Jimmy a
chance to catch his breath and settle down into sucking and slurping
like a good little boy.

    Slurp...slobber...slither...slurp...gag...slobbler...slurp!!!

    At Mr. Keenan's command, little Jimmy's tongue began to conduct
a symphony orchestra on the old man's disgusting penis. In and out
the cock went like a see-saw inside the baby boy's tight wet mouth.
Little Jimmy soon bacame accustomed to the salty taste of Mr. Keenan's
thick member. Gradually, the toddler regained his breath and second
wind and began focusing on the smell and taste or Mr. Keenan's sweet
"lolipop."

    After a while of sucking and slurping like an obediant little
boy, baby Jimmy began to like the feeling of being used as a dirty
receptacle for the whims of Mr. Keenan. The thick cock reminded the
little boy of his baby bottle not too long ago, and he began sucking
and slurping on it as if it were his mothers.

    Mr. Keenan would have loved to fuck little Jimmy in his tight
little toddler bottom, but he knew that would leave traces of abuse.
So he was content to finish his play time with the baby boy by shooting
a thick load of man sperm into the tiny tot's mouth.

    Splash...blast...splish...splash...

    Thick ropes of gooey semen spat out of Mr. Keenan's "lolipop" and
sprayed directly onto baby Jimmy's tongue,gums,teeth,and tonsils. Wad
after thick gooey wad began to slither down Jimmy's throat like a
smooth snake seeking its prey. The little boy's belly became coated
with thick smelly cream as the last remains of Mr. Keenan's candy slid
down his tiny throat. It tasted gooey and salty to little Jimmy, but
it did not taste too bad - just a little different than what he was
used to.

    When the sick old man was finished depositing his "special gift"
into little Jimmy's tight baby mouth, he withdrew his cock and
observed the little gobs of gooey saliva, cream, and drool seep out 
of the corners of Jimmy's soft totty lips and down his cute little chin. 

    Baby Jimmy looked so sweet and sexy this way. If Mr. Keenan had 
access to a digital camera, he would have taken pictures of this sweet 
"after moment." The adorable baby boy stared up a Mr. Keenan seeking his
praise and approval. Mr. Keenan patted him on his little head and wiped
his face and chin off with a small rag on the nearby work table. Then he
pulled little Jimmy's Spider Man underpants up - giving his soft baby 
bottom one last pat of affection and approval. Then it was up with his
baby pants and on to the bathroom - the same room he had molested 
little Lucy in the day before. 

    Mr. Keenan followed the same routine carefully. He told little
Jimmy to gargle on some mint flavored mouth wash in order to get rid
of the foul stench of his evil semen. Then, he wiped his baby chin 
again and led the little tyke back to the pre-school room by his soft
tiny hand. He handed little Jimmy a real lolipop on the way and told 
him not to tell anybody about what had happened in the basement. He 
told the tiny tot that if he was a good boy and kept their little
secret, there would be lots more candy for him in the future.

    Little Jimmy nodded his head as he toddled on toward the
preschool room. He didn't know which kind of candy would be his next
"reward" - the sweet sugery kind that he was sucking on now, or the
soft, moist, and salty variety he had tasted in the basement. 

    In the end, baby Jimmy didn't care. He was too busy playing with 
the other children and doing finger paint projects to remember much of 
what had happened anyway. And that was just the way Mr. Keenan
preferred it.

                            
                           THE END

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