Special Needs Daycare  (Mg+,extreme pedo,nepi,baby,toddler,voy)

by Johnny Johnson


   David Jones is addressing a small group of trusted people he met over
the Internet.  They met once a month each taking turns telling stories of
things they did in the years past with kids.

   "Hello, I am David Jones," said the young well groomed man in the
wheelchair.  "This is my story of my best day while I was working in a
daycare called 'Special Needs Daycare', this is my story."

   CHAPTER 1

   They were looking for a person that is handicapped that is not afraid to
be an example for the special kids we take care of each day as well as
their parents.  Special Needs Daycare tries to show all that handicapped
and special people can have a place in this world and serve a purpose.  I
was expected to design programs to help handicapped kids know they are
important and not secondary people to be stuffed away in hidden corners of
the world out of sight.  As you may know we also have a separate wing for
the children that are sick and need care while parents work.  Since we are
one of the few centers setup to take care of them on short notice we never
know what the demand will be from day to day.

   As you can see I am in a wheelchair but that is for transportation
mostly.  With the use of the braces I wear, I can walk around some.  My
primary disability is genetic verses physical or mental.  I can do most
anything anyone else can do; I just have to do it a little different than
some would.  I can take care of all my own personal needs.  All I really
need is a locker or something to store a few supplies I require, one being
diapers.  I also must take certain medicines for pain sometimes, but not to
often.  I have a few other "little" problems but I will get to them later
as that is part of the story itself.

   I was hired right away and after shaking hands, I rolled out in to the
lobby of the care center.  My car was in the back parking lot so I decided
to cut through the building instead of going around the outside.  My
visitor's pass allowed me to go down any hallway; I just was not allowed to
enter a room.  All the rooms had large window walls so visitors can see
what was going on in the rooms or watch their child at play.  The building
had one been an elementary school but the downtown neighborhood it was
built for has become mostly businesses and stores.  This was the wing for
children age 5 and below.  The first room was a group of 5 year olds I
guessed.  They were all in small wheelchairs around a few tables coloring
on paper.  The next room looked to also have 5 year olds but without
wheelchairs.

   The other wall of the hall showed a nursery with 10 cribs and a large
changing table on the far side.  I could see a nurse changing a diaper on a
baby as a few others crawled at her feet among soft toys.  I stopped for a
minute and watched the nurse carefully, hoping to perhaps get a glimpse of
the child's sex.  But she was almost done I realized and moved on so not to
look funny.

   The next room looked to be a therapy room for the kids needing special
care during the day to help them recover from an accident or with their
disability.  There was a little boy and a little girl in there getting
massages of some sort.  Each is only wearing their underwear and socks and
lying on their backs.  I stopped to watch for a few seconds to stare at the
little girl's bare chest and tight panties.  How I wished I were the one
giving them their massages.  The girl's nurse was holding her feet working
the ankle and massaging the feet and toes.  Nurse with the boy was working
his legs and thighs.  It looked like he might have a little hard-on judging
from what looked like a little tent in his underpants.  I could see some
activity in a room on the other side of the wall through a doorway that was
open.  I moved my chair down a short ways enough to see through and could
see a nude 3 or 4ish aged girl with both legs in a cast on a table getting
a sponge bath.  The nurse had her legs spread wide so she could clean the
little bit of leg showing and into crotch.  Sadly, the girl was facing the
wrong way to see into her crotch.  I could just make out the puffy mound
and baby fat titties as she lay there.  After a sigh and rub of my own
crotch, I thought it best to be moving on.

   The rest of the rooms had very little things of interest going on.  I
left through the back door after pushing the alarm by-pass button I had
been warned about.  I then rolled over to the car and opened the trunk to
stow the wheelchair.  It is lightweight and folds up easy and was in the
trunk within a few moments.  I then walked along the car and got in and sat
down.  Nursing a hard-on through my pants, I wished I could finish the job
but after a few deep breaths I started the car and headed home.

   The first week was mostly paperwork and being made familiar with the
facilities and policies.  On Wednesday, I was introduced to a class of 7
and 8 year olds in wheelchairs.  This would be his first evaluation class.
I was to work with the lady in charge of the class.  At the end of the week
she would submit an evaluation on me.  This class normally consisted of ten
boys and two girls.  For this class I was to just interact with the kids
and make sure they had fun and help out where needed.  This week was
jokingly called hell week.  They test you and put you in the more difficult
classes to see how you are able to handle them.  Very quickly I had my
hands full.  The two girls mostly just played on their own not liking the
rougher play of the boys.  Most of the boys were not confined to a
wheelchair so they were up and around as much as they could.  Not use to
having so many kids wanting my attention, I was worn out by the end of the
day.  Friday finally ended and I was told I had passed the first level. 
The next level would be to test my supervisory skills.  As I left I was
given a package that would describe the next class that I would be running
for a week with an in-class adviser and evaluator.  I had until Monday to
read and prepare for the class.

   It was a bright and sunny but cold Saturday morning outside.  A breeze
was blowing and whistled through small cracks in the doors and windows of
the old house.  I didn't mind though, as I sit next to an old potbelly
stove in the large kitchen that was remodeled for use with a wheelchair. 
Since this was the warmest room in the house I spend most of my time here
and had created an office area in a corner for my computer and reading.

   I just spent an hour talking with a few friends via an Instant Mail chat
system.  We talked about interesting things involving kids that they had
seen in the last few days.  I had shared a quick touch of a girl's soft
butt I had gotten while helping one of the girls in my class into her
wheelchair after she left the bathroom.

   After putting a fresh log on the fire I got out my next week's
assignment envelope.  The package read "Week 2, David Jones, Class 10, Room
110, Supervisory Test " and was sealed.  I tore the envelope open and took
out the letter enclosed and a few pamphlets that were inside.  The
pamphlets were small fire safety guides.  The letter went on to explain the
class and what I was to teach them this week.

   The class normally contained 10 kids that are confined to wheelchairs
and not able to walk at all.  There were 5 boys and 5 girls each 10 or 11
years old, the letter explained and went into details about each child. 
The next page told me that I was to create a 4-day, 2-hour class on fire
safety and how to escape if there is a fire.  Looking through the pamphlets
and thinking of training that was to be given, I spent the afternoon
creating several short training sessions for each of the 4 days.  The first
day mostly on the dangers of fire, the second on what to look for to
prevent fires, the third on how to escape from fire.  The fourth day was
going to be spent on practice of what was taught and going through the
motions of escaping a fire.  After finishing, I sat and daydreamed about
watching the girls in dresses crawling on the floor with their panties
showing as they wiggled to escape the room.  I felt my penis harden and
with a little petting allowed myself to ooze cum into my diaper.  That was
one of my problems; I could cum, but cannot truly ejaculate or shoot cum.

   Monday came and went well, I had no trouble running the class.  The
following days had their ups and downs but all went well.  The day of the
fire drill was just as good as I thought it would be.  The only girl in a
dress though was Nancy and she had thick cotton padded panties on.  But,
watching their little butts wiggling as they each dragged themselves out
the door and to the exit was exciting enough by itself.  The following
Monday, I was told I had passed and was now part of the regular staff.

   Time passes and it was now winter.  The day outside was waking up to a
dark cloudy day.  A cold northwest winds was blowing down from Canada
threatening a bad snowstorm.  The temperature had dropped to the mid
twenties.  In the north most people would just bundle up better and take a
little extra time to make sure there are ready for snow.  St.  Louis, MO is
much farther south.  Snow is not as common here and it does not take much
to close things down.  Due to a two weather fronts converging it was not
know where the worst of the weather was going to hit this morning. 
Forecasters were saying it would be north of the city and then move
northeast, sparing St.  Louis the worst of it.  Everyone got his or her day
started hoping for that to happen.

   I woke in my room to a loud whine of wind rattling my bedroom window. 
Getting up I could feel the draft in my room and quickly gathered my
clothes and took them down to the kitchen.  The fire in the potbelly stove
was down to embers but a few sticks of wood would get it going again within
a short time.  I had a small electric heater that would due until the fire
had warmed the room enough.  Soon I was dressed and had eaten a big hot
breakfast and got ready to go to work.

   The radio was on and I kept an ear open for all the weather reports but
they were little help.  A few schools on the north side had decided to
close but most were to be open.  That might cause the daycare center to be
fuller as parents still needed to work.  They normally open the wing for
1st through 6th grade kids on holidays and snow days, so today will be very
busy.

   I left a little early knowing the weather would cause slowdowns.  I had
good tires on my car and a powerful engine with a new battery.  I try to do
everything I could to make sure the car would run well, because it was not
easy to get help sometimes.  Only living a mile from the daycare, I was not
too worried.

   I was right that they would open the other wing and that kept me busy
for the first hour.  Then I went to my assigned room.  I had been caring
for the five to six year olds in wheelchairs that are not in schools yet.
Normally there were only 8 in the class and I ran it pretty much on my own.
The only time I needed help was at the official bathroom break times. 
Today, I suspected I might have a few non-wheelchair kids and got out an
extra table and chairs for them.  I was thinking what would be the best
activities for the day with a mixed class when the first child arrived.

   It was little Carla in a bright pink fake fur trimmed snowsuit and I had
to help her remove it.  It was very hard for me to not touch her in wrong
ways.  The tight suit made it hard to protect her modesty.  She was use to
it though since she was unable use her legs at all.  She was also use to me
touching her since I had taken her to the bathroom a few times.  A child in
a wheelchair gets use to it and does not think too much about it but in
case a parent looks in I had to try to keep it proper.  Carla is also
slightly autistic and talked very little and rarely remembers anything that
happens around her.

   Soon most of the kids of my own class that were coming were there and I
had 5 extras not in wheelchairs.  I was told that some parents were keeping
their kids out of school due to the possible storm.  It would be easier to
pick them up here than at the school.  For the first hour I had to get the
extras use to the kids in chairs, but soon they were playing fine.  I had
decided not to worry about a formal program today.  Just do mostly arts and
crafts items for the morning and then after lunch and naptime perhaps I
would read to them or just let them play.  Since Valentines Day was coming
I decided to have them make cards for their families.

   The morning went well and it began to snow large snowflakes.  Just
before lunch thought it was announced that a snow emergency had been
declared and we were to prepare the kids to go home.  It seems the storm
was to hit the city after all and it was to hit hardest around 3 PM.  All
schools were to close at noon and government offices were to shut down too.
It was strongly advised that all businesses close at noon to make sure the
employees could get home safely.  I had all my kids dressed and ready to
go. Calls had been put out to the parents that we were to close at 1 PM. 
Most had said they would be able to make it.  There are of course the few
that will need to be late.  This was normal and planned for.  Since my room
was near the lobby it was converted into a general playroom and a few other
caretakers along with myself had volunteer to stay till the 2 PM deadline.

   Over the next hour the place emptied fast.  Parents wanted to get home
fast before the storm hit proper.  It was already snowing heavy by 1 PM,
but soon it was down to just one girl and a baby.  The girl was Carla from
my class, the 5 year old in a wheelchair and a normal baby girl named
Melissa age 1 year.  Mrs.  Jennings and I, my boss, were the only ones left
of the staff.  The clock was just short of 2 PM when a call came in.  It
was the mother of Melissa.  She had called to say she was stuck in a
snowdrift and can't get to the day care.  Her husband was out of town until
8 AM the next day and she did not know what to do.  Mrs.  Jennings calmed
her down and told her the baby is fine and she will be taken care of and
not to worry.  After verifying phone numbers Mrs.  Jennings told her that
the baby will remain at the day care and a staff member will be here with
her at all times.  The mother told her that her husband has a big 4-wheel
truck and should be able to get there to get her as soon as he gets home.
Not more than 5 minutes later Carla's father called and said because of an
accident on the highway he is trapped there until it can be cleared.  Mrs.
Jennings told him it was ok, someone will be here with Carla until he could
make it.

   While this was going on I was having some thoughts of my own as I over
heard each call.  The thought of having baby Melissa all to myself for a
whole night appealed to me and I thought about what fun things I could do
with her.  Even having a chance to play with little Carla could be very fun
too.  Mrs.  Jennings had intended to stay the night herself but I
volunteered to stay.  I told her that Carla knows me and will be better for
me to stay with her than a stranger and the baby would be no trouble since
they have a full nursery with everything that could be needed.  I added in
hopes to convince her that with so much snow out there right now it would
be safer for me to stay overnight there at the daycare center.  Mrs. 
Jennings was not willing at first but I talked her into it.

   We closed up my room and moved the kids to a therapy room that had beds
where we could sleep and a crib was brought in for the baby.  A general
playroom was through a door so Carla had a place to play until her daddy
could get her.  After Mrs.  Jennings gave me her phone number she left.  I
was now alone with the two very young girls.

   Since it was naptime for the baby I decided to first take care of her. I
gave Carla a coloring book and crayons along with some blank paper to draw
on if she would rather not do the book.  There were other toys too, if she
wanted to play with them.  Carla loved to color so I was sure she would be
fine for a little while.  I took the baby into the sleeping area where we
had setup a food warmer and changing area.  Later after Carla was gone I
planned to bathe Melissa in one of the therapy baths and since they were
too big for the baby, I would have to join her.

   First I gave Melissa her bottle and cuddled her on my lap while she
drank.  Pink tummy flesh was showing and I place my hand on the soft warm
skin and rubbed her tummy.  Tiny circles were all I could do on a child so
small.  Slowly, I worked my hand higher and was just below her baby
titties. The baby fat gave them a slight pucker and as I moved my fingers
up them I felt the slight bump of her nipples.  The stimulation of my
finger rubbing them made the puckered tips harden slightly to tiny pebbles.
She seemed to be humming a little like she was perhaps enjoying my
fingering of her nipples.  I hummed along with her.  After she was done and
a quick burp was loudly sounded in my ear I prepared for the last thing
before putting her down to sleep, change her diaper.  First, I wanted a
milky kiss from her soft pink lips.  Lifting her up, I brought my lips to
hers and softly kissed them and allowed my tongue to slip out and part her
lips a little.  I was pleasantly surprised, as she happened to open her
mouth then and our tongues met for but a short second.  After a few more
tiny sweet kisses of her cheeks and forehead I got up for the final
pleasant chore.

   I laid her down on the changing table and removed her pants.  She had on
cute pink girl's diapers with teddy bears all over them.  I put my nose
down by her smooth and soft tummy and rubbed my nose on her belly button as
I took a deep breath of baby girl.  I caught a whiff of baby pee and
nothing else so I knew I would not have to deal with poop this time.  I did
have one thing about babies I did not like and that was the smell of the
poop they make.  With a big almost drooling grin, I pulled one tab open and
then the other.  So not to miss the freshly released smell of baby girl and
her pee I brought my nose down by her diaper again as I opened the diaper.
Slowly, I opened the diaper more and more breathing in her sweet scent.  My
eyes followed the pink flesh of her tummy lower and lower.  I stopped for a
moment as the dimple at the top of her baby slit was exposed.  With a lick
of my lips and the thunder of my heart in my ears I brought the diaper the
rest of the way down.  She lay there giggling as her little legs waved in
the air.  The feel of cold air tickling her bare pale creamy skin made her
shiver a little.

   I just stood there, staring.  Her little pink slit would open and close
slightly as she moved her cute legs.  I stared down at her and massaged my
hard woody through my pants.

   I bend over her again and using two fingers I open the folds of her
mounds and expose her little pink clit hood and inner lips.  I could just
make out her tiny pinkish red pee hole and the slightly larger moist
entrance to her baby womb.  I push a finger lightly into the tiny wet
tunnel.  She become still and her eyes open large as I rub the area and the
tip of her tiny clit.  I then decided I needed to taste her before I was
done.  I lowered my head to her baby pussy and took one more deep breath.
Slowly trace my tongue along her tight slit and mounds removing the light
coating of girl sweat and sweet baby pee.  I push my tongue deeper and lap
up the stronger taste trapped within.  I pass over her tiny baby clit and
feel her legs jerk against me as her reflexes try to protect her sensitive
little bud.  She coos with delight as the feeling runs through her little
body making her seem to shiver.  Up and down the little slit I ran my
tongue.  I even licked her little pink poop hole.  She squealed with
laughter, as my tongue seems to tickle her.  She tasted so good I did not
want to stop.  But time was against me because I wanted to play with Carla
yet before she had to leave.  I knew I would have plenty of time later
though for Melissa.

   Using a few baby wipes I had her cleaned and diapered again in a few
minutes.  Just before closing the diaper I bent down one last time and gave
her baby mounds a sweet kiss with a little tongue.  I then cuddled her to
my and rocked her in my arms as I hummed softly.  Her smile soon faded and
her eyes began to sag.  She brings a thumb to her mouth and begins to suck
happily.  I could feel her body relaxing in my arms as I looked down at her
small pretty face.  Her breathing becomes softer and little by little she
stops sucking her thumb as she finally drops off to sleep.  She looks so
sweet as she sleeps.  I walked over to the crib and after a long kiss to
her soft baby skin forehead and I placed her into it.

   Now for Carla I thought with a chuckle.  Tired of standing I had to sit
down I my wheelchair for a few minutes.  I watched Carla color on a sheet
of paper I gave her.  I was debating how to best make use of the time I had
left with her.  It was 2:45 now and with good weather her father was still
an hour away.  I figured I had an easy two hours to have fun with her.  I
did not want to cut it to close.  Besides the baby Melissa will most likely
be awake after 3 hours or so.  Then it hit me as the best way to begin.  It
was a way that would not make Carla think anything of it and much less
likely she would remember what I did afterwards.

   I roll over to her side and asked if she needed to go to the bathroom.
As normal it took a few moments for my words to sink in and her to respond.
I could see her eyes look off in space a moment as she tested her need to
pee and poop.  Wasting no words she turned to me and said yes and then
rolls away towards the bathroom in the nursery.  She had been in this room
before and knew were everything was.  I followed her knowing she will need
help lowering her pants and panties.

   I was already getting harder with the thought of what things I might try
with her.  I caught up with her as she rolled next to the toilet.  I got
out of my chair and kneeled down in front of her chair.  She leaned forward
and I pulled her towards me.  Balancing her on my shoulder, I pulled the
elastic waist downwards along with her panties.  A warm rush of air hits my
face as smell of young warm pussy that was trapped in the thick cotton hits
my nose.  Normally we did not remove her pants but I did this time.  I
could not see her pussy from this angle but I was looking at the smooth
globes of her well-rounded rear cheeks.  From there I looked down her
smooth soft looking legs.  I reach up and place my hand on one of her rear
checks and stoke the soft warm flesh.  I bring my other hand up and cup
each cheek in a hand as I ease her back again as I turned towards the
toilet.  Squeezing each warm globe as I lift her off of me as she leaned
back and placed her on the toilet seat.  The seat is kid sized so she was
in no danger of falling in.  I could now see her cute little pussy all pink
and white.  A small tip of the hood over her clitoris poked out of the
small slightly open slit.

   Her eyes closed and became scrunched as she clinches her muscles to make
herself go to the bathroom.  Not having the full use of her muscles down
there made the effort that much more difficult.  But, after a few moments a
thin stream of pale gold urine shoots out of her and into the toilet.  The
earthy smell of it adds to the aroma of her sweat damp skin and little girl
smell.  I breathed in deeply.  It was the smell of a fine wine to me.

   Shortly after the stream began to stop and just was small spurts and
drips, a new smell arrived at my nose.  With a small fart a few small turds
quickly fell into the water and floated around.  I saw her body now relax
and she smiled again.  She took a piece of toilet paper and dabbed her
pussy and dropped it into the toilet.  She was not able to clean her rear
very well and that was left to the person helping her.  For me it is
easiest to clean her by laying her on the floor and lifting and spread her
legs.  I grab a towel and lay it on the floor.  Once again, I have her lean
forwards onto me and I then ease her down on to the towel.  I then raised
her legs up like you would a baby and wiped the little smear of poop that
was left around her dark pink puckered rear hole.  With that done, I looked
down at her little poop hole and then followed the crack up towards her
pussy.  I had been holding her legs up together so her pussy slit was
closed except for a small flair if the lower mound just below her vagina. I
took each leg in a hand and spread her legs keeping them up in the air.  I
watched her little slit open like a flower and expose the pretty darker
pink center of her sex.  I first looked down into her vagina opening and
could see a fold of skin just below her little pee hole.  Sticking up above
was the hood of her clit.  I now lowered her spread legs to the floor with
them still spread as wide as she could comfortably go.  She made not
indication she felt this treatment was unusual and was just humming to
herself as she stared at the ceiling.

   I decide to taste her first before doing anything else first.  I get on
stomach and lower my face to her mounds and breath in aroma of her little
toddler pussy.  The smell of fresh pee and little girl smell fill my nose.
I start to lick the fat mounds working first along the sides bringing in
the slightly salty taste of her sweaty skin.  Moving from top to bottom I
lap the soft pliable flesh of her small sex instrument.  I then begin to
run my nose along the slit spreading the flesh a little as I take in the
scent.  Then I use my tongue again pushing it in deeper along the mounds
and the ridge of her clit hood.  Finally, I go for the clit and use my
tongue and lips to work it.  I feel her twitch as I run my tongue over the
slightly exposed tip of her clit.  As my lips worked the hood more her clit
became more aroused and poked out farther.  After a minute I was able to
use my lips directly on her clit and caused her hips to jump a little to my
attention.  I could even feel a slight movement in her leg muscles.  A
rasping moan escaped her lips as she breathed.  Not to over do it, I
dropped down to the hole below hoping perhaps she might have lubricated a
little.  I was rewarded with a small amount of sweet nectar as I dipped my
tongue in to her small opening.  I push deeper and deeper.  I was surprised
at how deep I was gong in such a young girl.

   I looked closer at her vagina wondering about something I have heard
sometimes happens to young girls like her.  I open her vagina wider and
look in, yep, no hymen.  No, it is there but has been stretched enough for
a finger to enter.  This was going to be more fun than I thought.  I
quickly get up and do over to a treatment table and get a tube of K/Y gel.
I then return to Carla and take in the beauty of her open pussy as I sit
back down.  I apply a little of the gel on my finger and then some to her
open pussy.  I open her vagina a little and squirt a small amount into the
opening.  Slowly and gently, I press my finger down into her.  I was to the
first knuckle and paused to see how she was doing.  Her face was still
looking up but she had a look of wonder in her eyes.  I pushed in again
some more and quickly was to the next knuckle.  A little more and my finger
was in her all the way I could get it.  I then finger fucked her slowly
enjoying the feel of her tight moist passage against my finger.  I marvel
at the feel of the flesh inside a little girl.  I had never had anything so
deep in a girl this young.  I kept this up for about 10 minutes feeling the
wet soft smooth tissue in side her.  Looked for her tiny g-spot and found
it when I saw her body twitch.  I worked it a little enjoying seeing her
react in her small ways.  As her hips moved her tunnel flexed, grabbing and
releasing my finger.  Looking at the clock, I wonder if I dare.

   I have one other small problem that is part of my handicap.  My penis is
not much larger than a two-year-old boy.  I can get hard and even cum, but
not shoot my cum, it just dribbles out.  This girl was going to be my first
real pussy that my little "Pip Squeak" would fit properly and is tight
enough to enjoy it.  I decide to do this I needed to raise her rear end
higher.  I get a bunch of blankets and place them under her.  I rub a
little K/Y on my penis and then raise her legs up as I get between them.  I
place them on my shoulders as I scoot forward more.  Looking down I see my
goal.  Her ass rolls up more as I press her legs forward more.  This seem
so all surreal, I could not believe I was about to truly fuck a five year
old girl with full penetration.  I have rubbed a few young girls slits with
my toy weenie but never dreamed of ever having a change to enter one.

   I feel my penis make contact with her small mound.  I shiver with
excitement.  I feel it slide around a moment before I found the groove of
her pussy.  I then slid it up and down a little seeking the small hole to
her womb that I knew was there.  Then I felt the tip catch on something
deeper and slippery.  I pushed against her and felt for the first time the
tight feeling of a pussy sliding along my cock.  I began to breath heavily
with the new feeling.  Looking into her eyes as I leaned over her I saw
something.  She had a small grin on her face like perhaps she was enjoying
it too.  I could not last to long though, this was so unexpected and felt
so good I was ready to blow after a few dozen thrusts.  I wanted so badly
to cum in her but could not risk her still dripping once daddy came to get
her and took her home.  It would be even worse though if daddy is the one
playing with her and he found cum inside her that night.  Well, if I cannot
do it in her I was going to at least do it in her soft bald slit.  With a
jerk, I get it out and then pushed up a little farther and felt my little
cock hit her pee hole and slid hard into her clit.  This brought a gasp
from her and her body shivered.  I do it again and again as I realized I
was now fucking her pee hole and clit hood.  I finally loose it and cum
come dribbling out of me filling her slit and draining down over her butt
pucker.  I was panting hard as I looked down at what I had done.  I sat
back amazed at the sight of my cum filling her vagina entrance.  I had to
have some in her and begin to finger fuck her using my cum to lubricate
her. Again and again I bottomed out my finger into her getting off knowing
I was coating her love canal with cum.

   I hear the phone ring and it startles me out of my lustful activity.  It
was Carla's father; he was calling to say he was finally on his way.  He
was right behind a snowplow and should be here in 30 minutes.  I return to
Carla to see her fingering her own little slit.  I was instantly hard again
but made myself get her cleaned up as quickly as I could.  Twenty-five
minutes later she was dressed and back in her wheelchair ready to go home.
I was still hard as a rock and for once glad to have such a tiny cock,
daddy will not see the tent in my pants.

   The service bell rings and I roll Carla to the door.  After a short
conversation about the weather they are gone.  Again I shivered at the
thought of having actually fucked her.  But, it then hit me; I have another
little girl to attend to.  An evil grin slides across my face as lust once
again fills me.

   I went over to Melissa's crib but she was still asleep.  Looking at the
clock I knew she would most likely sleep a little longer yet.  I thought
about Carla a little more, I might have to see about being with her some
more when I have more time to take advantage of her.  I decided I needed to
think how I want to best use Melissa tonight.  I had already decided on the
bath, but is that all I had thought about.  I never have considered a
nightlong loves session with a baby.  The more I thought of it the better
this was becoming.  After what I just did to Carla I bet I could get a way
with it on Melissa too.  I might have to be careful about a hymen but the
other '2 holes', are open for fun and cum.


THE END

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