Co-Ed Babysitter - Part 1  (Mb+,nepi,toddlers,rape,full-intercourse)

by Nate

   

STORY INTRO: Theo has found the perfect girl.  Is she pretty?  No.  Is she 
             smart?  No.  What's so great about her then?  She runs a home
             daycare, and Theo loves spending quality time with the children.




   "Oh my God!  Flowers!  For me!?" No, they're for the cleaning woman;
yes, for you, twit.  "Thank you so much, sweetie!" I leaned in and kissed
the dumb whore.  Her flavor profile was lipgloss and a lived life far too
mature for my tastes.

   My name is Theo, and I'm approaching week six of my seemingly endless
awful relationship with Rebecca Schmitt.  She was as twenty-two as she was
dumb.  Never in my twenty short years did I ever plan on dating an older
woman.  To be honest, the idea repulsed me.  I'd always liked younger
woman. An odd statement for a barely-adult, huh?  Well, let me clarify.

   I'm a pedophile.  I'm not talking about the sneak up on a fifteen year
old in the shower pedophile, or persuade your daughter out of prom early
pedophile.  I'm talking the kind of pedophile that newspapers don't have a
word for yet.  I like helpless little babies from the moment they're born
up until they start to talk.  Their bodies' proportions are so adorable and
odd, so soft and so far from being ready for sex--and that's what makes
fucking them so extraordinary.  It's like-- "can that even go there?  No
way that's going to fit!  I get it, you're still crying, just let daddy
finish." But I'm getting off subject.  The subject: getting off.

   So I've been dating this college girl for less than two months, and the
crazy bitch is already talking about moving in together.  Why am I dating
her if I hate her so much?  Because, dear perverted reader, she happens to
run her own daycare service.  Let me just begin to explain how perfect a
service this particular one is: Rebecca is the only supervisor, there are
no cameras, the daycare is in her house where it is not odd for me to show
up (yes, the spoiled bitch has a house), and, for a sweet Christian
babysitter, it's surprisingly easy to persuade Rebecca to get blackout
drunk.

   "They smell so good!"

   "Not as good as you," I leaned in for another kiss, putting some good
tongue into it, inspired by the rush of an adorable three year old boy
skipped by in his underwear.

   There were a good ten children here; Friday was the busiest day after
all.  I scanned the room for the delicious prey prancing around.  Six boys
and four girls; they were equally tasty to me--except for the five year old
girl who was picking her nose shamelessly while watching the Little
Mermaid. So make that nine: six boys and three adorable little girls.  Two
of the angels were fraternal twins: a boy and a girl that were practically
newborn, cute and pudgy like pillows.

   I was getting anxious with all this meat in the room.  My rocket was
angling for launch and I had to plop down next to the snotty brat to hide
my intimidating, full-grown erection.  I ran my index finger up and down
the bulge in my left pocket.  Not that bulge--it was three small circles,
three fresh ruffies huddled in anticipation.  My knuckles were trembling
impatiently.  My plan?  It was simple.

   "What's this?" A paper bag lay on the tabletop beside my girlfriend's
flowers.  I had set it down and not said anything, knowing it would be
hardly a minute before Rebecca would shoot up her nosy nose and spot the
potential gift.

   "It's for you, babe."

   "Another gift!?  You darling!  Flowers were enough, but let's see here."
She craned her index finger and plopped her eyes inside the bag.  It was
champaign.  Not "champaign", but actual why-did-I-spend-this-much
champaign. "You adorable romantic!  What's the occasion?"

   "I wanted to let you know that I've thought about it," and I really had,
"and I'm ready to say yes.  We should move in together."

   "Oh, Theo, I love you." Kiss.  Bugger girl glanced us from the corner of
her eye.  I was impatient with all the love and crap.  In a flash the two
adults were in the kitchen with the pop of the cork and two cheep crystal
water cups instead of flutes.  Let me hold your glass.  Oh is baby James
okay?  Plop go the ruffies.  Let's talk and toast while I hide your glass
in my hand, waiting for the ruffies to fully dissolve.  Blah, blah, blah,
ching and glug.  Finally!  The bitch drank the shit fast.  Why did I bother
to get the real thing?  The same reason the flowers I had got her were
custom and not grocery store.  I'd be a really great lover if I wasn't a
pedo.

   She went about her day while I watched the Little Mermaid.  She changed
a diaper, brought out a new toy to replace one wth a sharp corner.  Then
she sat down beside me and quickly passed out onto my shoulder.  I barely
caught her palmed second glass of champaign before it spilt.

   With no grace or care I stood up and let her fall, head into the couch.
The five year old looked over, lost interest, and returned to Ariel.  I
stretched myself out a bit as I stood, yanking up my belt and making manly
motions one sees in a movie.  Why was I acting so?  It seemed reasonable to
act theatrical, since I was about to experience the pinnacle of my
existence.

   "Come on kids.  I have some new toys to show you," I whispered through
different parts of the room, hiding my little gift from the snotty girl and
the sleeping adult.  Four of the kids were too young to know what I was
saying.  It took a couple trips to carry them into the main bedroom and lay
their wiggling bodies on the bed.  The three year old in his underwear
refused to leave behind a soft plastic frog.  I didn't bother to fight him
on it, letting him kneed it in his hands as he eyed me curiously once I
closed the door behind the lot of us.

   There was frog boy, three years old with chestnut hair and huge green
eyes.  Then there was his best friend and rival a three year old boy named
James or something with hair a dirty blond and mouth dirty with sticky
candy streaks.  Then came the one year old boy, managing to hold himself up
in his diaper and Spiderman shirt.  He was constantly hovered over by his
big brother, a five year old--not my typical taste but at least he
pretended to practice basic hygiene.  There were two other boys both young
infants, the twin boy and one I'd never seen before.  They all sat and lay
on my side of my girlfriend's king bed wrapped in blue sheets.

   There were three girls.  One was the infant twin, fraternal or sororal
or whatever.  There was a two year old still in diapers and dressed like a
miniature slut with a short pink skirt and curled hair.  Then there was
another two year old with long, dark hair that did more of a roll than a
straight or curled wave down.  She was going to grow up to be a sexy little
thing, some would think.  I found her sexy now and thought it a shame she
would one day grow up.

   "Hey kids.  You know me?  Remember me?  I'm uncle Theo!" I spoke like an
emphatic retard and waved my hand with a toddler's energy.  They all stayed
indifferently.  Fine by me--some pedophiles may take a long time turning
their rape into some sort of game, or try to explain in to the kid in a way
that may seem harmless.  I wasn't going to bother with any of that, I
decided.  My smile dropped and my voice returned to its deep, manly state.
"Okay kids.  Uncle Theo is going to fuck you.  So who wants to go first?"
Not one of them had any idea what I was talking about.

   Frog boy started making a humming noise while pressing his nose against
his toy, crossing his eyes to zoom in on the green creature in his grasp.
"I'll take that as you volunteering." I said, walking forward and grabbing
the little boy's upper arm.  He protested without much bother, and
continued to inspect the frog.  I edged him off the side of the bed, walked
him around it, and made him jump back on at the very foot of it.

   I finally got his attention when I ripped the toy from his hands and
threw it at the wall.  He didn't have any time to react before I put each
hand under his armpits and tossed him onto his stomach, his naked little
legs writhing of the end of the bed.  I yanked down his underwear, bright
blue with little frogs smiling in a conversational pattern, coincidentally.


   I looked down at the soft mounds of his toddler butt.  They were an
adorable creamy white in perfect roundness and gentle frame.  As he shook
in protest to me holding him on his stomach, he drew his body inward and
created cute little dimples on each cheek of his ass.  The pressure of his
fight immediately gave way against the force of my hands and I leaned down
and pried his cheeks apart.  They fell soft in my hand, well parted and
exposing with little shadow the sweetest little tip of a pin that was his
anus.  It was just a tiny dot surrounded by a cute pink starlight pattern.
My mouth began to water profusely.

   "I would love to take my time and work that delicious hole, little boy,
but I have a lot of holes to drill today.  So we're going to have to be
quick." I pressed the palm of my left hand against his butt to keep it
spread as I fumbled with my one free hand to loosen my pants and shimmy my
boxers down.  From them burst my monster cock.  In twenty short years it
had developed to ten hard, throbbing inches.  The engorged head was shiny
from having had precum forced against it in the tight cage of my pants.

   I maneuvered myself like a crane until the end of my dick was tapping at
the bullseye of my victim.  He made a toddler whine, his voice high and
innocent.  It was a precious innocence, this helpless little boy.  So I
took it, with one quick and merciless thrust up inside of him.

   Frog boy screamed in anguish and surprise and the entire length of my
unlubed man cock plunged down the tight virgin channel.  The temperature
was all consuming, warm like an oven; the force of the vice seeming to
build up the heat as I melted around it, in total bliss.  "Damn kid!  You
must have a fever!  It makes you one nice piece of ass though!" I looked up
and over my fuck toy with a grin, catching the eyes of the other eight
children.  They could barely fit on the bed now that they had all pushed
themselves further back, trying to keep away from the violent rape going on
at the edge of the bed.

   There was a look of horror on the five year old boy's face.  The other
kids were mixed in confusion and indifference.  "Boy!" I yelled at the five
year old.  He turned his head side to side to clarify.  "Yeah, you.  Bring
your brother over here." His eyes were slanted in a plea.  "Do it now!" He
fumbled off the bed and lifted his one year old brother, mushing his
Spiderman shirt between them as he struggled to carry the boy over to the
edge of the bed.  He set the child down to the left of me as I continued to
thrust in and out of my first victim.  He was crying a long continuous cry,
sounding like a string of short deep cried the way each thrust caught his
voice.  I could feel a deep curve as far into his colon as my cock could
reach, the wall smashing against the tip of my cock with force and delight.
It was an amazing feeling.

   "Now," I said to the five year old, "take off all your clothes, and take
off all of your brother's clothes--completely naked, both of you." He
stalled and looked at me.  I glared back into his eyes, not missing a beat
as I plowed the child on my cock.  He did as I bid him and stood in front
of the bed where his naked brother sat up, wrapping his arms over his
chest. I leaned over slightly and rammed my hand into the one year old's
chest so he fell onto his back.  "Lift up his legs." The older brother took
one ankle in each hand and lifted the tot's legs, exposing a tiny, puckered
hole.  I licked my lips at the sight, speeding up my rhythm as I humped. 
"Now, lean down and lick your brother's butthole." He looked up at me,
shocked and confused.  "Lean down and lick your brother's butthole!  Keep
doing it until I tell you to stop!" He was slow to lean down, upset by his
task but nevertheless obeying.

   Lap.  A short, young tongue slid against the one year old's anus.  "Keep
going!" The young boy rimmed his baby brother, over and over licking at his
tiny butt crease.  I watched in depraved awe and lust.  My momentum pumped
up again, faster than I knew I could fuck--especially in a love tunnel this
tight!

   Lick.  Pump.  Lick.  Pump.  There was a beautiful melody to my abuse, me
and the unwilling five year old molesting two toddlers.  It was hot.  And I
couldn't resist the urge to take it up a notch.  "You can stop now." I
pulled out of the three year old with an audible pop, frog boy grunted
loudly in pain and relief.  I looked down and admired how widened the hole
had become.  It gapped as a small cavern, still barely visible as he was so
small, but just open enough for me to see a drop of pink cream pooling at
the base of his sphincter.

   "Move," I pushed the shoulder of the big brother and knocked him onto
the floor, where he crouched and cowered.  I moved my big slippery rod over
the younger brother.  He cooed sweetly and obliviously.  "Did you like
getting your butt licked, huh?  Well, I promise you won't like this." I
stepped loser and lifted both of the one year old's legs up over his
shoulders, making him whine in discomfort.  Wirh no hands, just pure, rough
force I suddenly entered the tot in one angry thrust.  He screamed in pain.
His face was doused in tears and I pushed inward.  It took a good couple
seconds to bottom out he was so tight.  The pressure of his vacuum insides
fought every progression of my determined manhood.  Finally I got all in,
the bush of my pubes brushing against the young perineum, soft and white
and so, so small.  I pulled out every bit but the very tip, my piss slit
just barely inside the kid.  Then I plowed back in.  Bam!  The screams got
louder.  His tiny little boy prick jiggled with the vibration of my
plowing.

   In, out.  In, out.  I smashed my meat into the one year old.  In, out. I
hovered on the outskirts of his rectum, just my head inside of him.  The
frog boy was still laying on his stomach beside me and my new fuck, crying
and crying.  I grinned with an idea.  I let the head out, it flying out
with the force of the boy's tight, unwelcoming colon.  I took a step back,
then to the side, and hovered once again over my first victim.  I shoved
myself right back into his stretched ass.  He gasped in shock, thinking his
pain had been over.  In all the way, I let my tip poke his internal curves.
Then out, and I came back to the one year old and plunged in.  I kept this
up, switching back and forth between two vulnerable asses as I claimed both
for my own.

   The kids cried and the five year old huddled on the floor sorrowfully.
"Stand up!" I ordered him.  He did.  "Take your finger and put it in my
ass! Push it in and out of my ass over and over until I tell you to stop."
He struggled to get himself inside of me, with my ass constantly thrusting
back and forth and side to side with my fierce double-fuck.  Finally he got
his tiny index finger past the tangled hairs of my ass and through my adult
sphincter.  I sighed in pleasure from the stimulation.

   He struggled to hop back and forth with me as I kept up my kiddie
plowing.  But he managed as his finger probed me in and out.  I enjoyed the
amazing sensations coming from my front and back, groaning like a man, my
pleasure overpowering the boys' cries.  I was getting close.  Back and
forth, back and forth.  Frog boy, then one year old, frog boy, then one
year old.  I arched my back down, convulsing agains the finger-fuck and
sinking deeper into the one year old.  I stopped my hopping between victims
and sped up my thrusts into the tiny body.  He cried and cried as I humped
him with no apparent end.  But an end was coming.

   My balls pulled against my body, my ass contracted onto the older
brother's finger and my whole body tightened, building internal pressure
and filling my brain with a whirl of constant joy.

   It's a funny thing to try to explain.  Since I don't quite understand
it--how anything can feel so damn good and so damn crazy.

   I was so close.  One more thrust, my cock slid in, brushing the slick
sides of the tight chute, the blood flowing to my engorged penis, pushed
out by the force of the toddler rectum, then returning to stretch him open.
The very end of my dick tapped at a barrier, further inside the boy than
imaginable.  Then my entire clenched body let loose.

   I expelled a forceful jet of cum that ricocheted and splattered all over
as it flew deep inside the boy.  Huge wads burst from my cock and smashed
into whatever stood before them.  Thick glob after glob spewed from me for
time after time until every bit of my essence had finally been drained from
me.

   Fuck.

   I pulled out with a wet mushing sound and saw the bloody, cummy cream
flowing out of the stretched tunnel.  My body was loose and aching, so
unprecedentedly content.  It was the definition of bliss, orgasm, nirvana
and heaven.  I chuckled to myself in satisfaction.

   I turned my head back as I hovered over the nameless, cum-filled tot,
"Okay, okay, stop fingering my ass... you little faggot." I turned around
and faced the oldest child.  "Take your brother and go watch the Little
Mermaid." He didn't need any repeating, he lifted his weeping brother and
rushed out of the room as quick as his undeveloped legs could go.  "You
too," I said, smacking frog boy's bare ass, "Put your underwear back on and
go watch the movie." He did so, tears still pouring out as he avoided my
gaze, head dropped to hide his shame.

   I closed the door behind him and turned back to the bed.  There were six
children there, three boys and three girls.  I eyed them all like the meat
and slaves they were.  My young cock burst back to life almost
instantaneously, pointing forward at the frightened children like a
judgmental finger, a drop of cum streaming down from it.

   "Who's next?"

   
To be continued...

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