Author: Tod Naturlich Title: Daycare Pride Part: 3 Summary: A daycare worker shares some of the encounters he's had with the children at his care, always proud to be an exemplary worker while trying to go one step beyond and ensure his place of work will always be filled with children. Keywords: Mgg, 1st, fant, impreg Language: English ===== Daycare Pride ===== *** Nap time *** ================================================================================ Nap Time https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/fdc74614c10c20f39e84dd9994da1c06.jpg ================================================================================ Working with children, one quickly gets used to the noise of their fun, so when it stops, the silence feels alien. In the daycare this happens twice a day, at the end of the day, when the parents come to pick up their children, and during nap time. Some people think children have more energy than adults, since they appear to be an endless source of games and laughter, but in reality children get tired much faster than adults, and need to recover their energies, which is precisely the point of nap time. Officially, the staff should use this time to clean up the playgrounds, do some paperwork or have lunch. But in reality most of us use it as a calm moment to relax, and sometimes let off a little pressure. Today I was sitting on a chair in the darkened room, looking at the rows of sleeping children, debating whether or not to join one and relieve myself. Max had already gone ahead, he was on his knees in front of a sleeping four- or five-year-old, his member inside the sleeping child's mouth, while he very slowly moved back and forth. The rules were clear that the children *needed* their rest, so we weren't allowed to wake the children up. But other than that, we were free to do whatever we wanted. Max had been written up on more than one occasion for waking a child when he ejaculated in their mouth, but for the most part he was very good at being so careful that the child just sucked on and continued sleeping. I remember the first time I had access to nap time, I was so excited I was afraid I would cum before even selecting a child to snuggle with. The computer had all the children's information, so I remember I quickly searched for any girl who already had her period. Luck was with me, since a twelve-year-old had finished her first period about three weeks prior. Since the children sleep naked, getting under the covers behind the child was easy. She was a cute little thing, I had to double check to make sure she was the right girl. She didn't appear 12, or that her body was developed enough to start menstruating. She was a dirty brunette with long hair held in twin braids. Her breasts were just pert buds that would be hard to even grab, and her mons lacked any hair, leaving her tiny slit and clit hood right out in the open. Lying behind her was easy; managing to lift her leg so my cock could go between her legs was much harder. I had to stop and lull her back to sleep several times before my cock was nestled in her crotch. Then I had to fight my climax. From the start I was pent up, the fantasy that this barely pubescent creature was likely fertile and I could put my baby inside her had me at the brink of orgasm even before lying by her side. With my cock snuggled between her legs, I was in danger of letting my seed shoot onto her belly, instead of inside it, where it belonged. So moving faster than was advisable, and still gently lulling her to continue sleeping, I started pressing my member against her hairless, developing pussy. I had to take my precum and smear it around her mons, since she was pretty dry, but I refrained from masturbating her, afraid that would wake her up. It probably took me just a couple of minutes, but it felt like ages before the tip of my cock was securely lodged inside her tight little passage. I didn't dare move back and forth, as all my instincts demanded, so I just continued pressing, hopping a little more of my cock would enter before I spewed my seed in her hopefully fertile belly. I couldn't help but move a hand and caress her flat belly and almost flat chest as I pictured how they would swell as my baby grew in this unaware little girl. I wanted to tell her that I was about to make her a mommy, that soon her belly was gonna get big, but I knew I had to stay silent. I had a brief moment of regret, knowing my pleasure would bring some troubles to the girl: her body was gonna change beyond her control. I was sure she was gonna get teased at school when her belly started growing, and afterwards her parents would probably increase her chores as they helped her take care of my baby. At least I was pretty sure her parents would help her, after all they knew the activities their children would be involved in while at the daycare, and had signed a release that included pregnancy as a possible result of her time here. By then about half my cock was inside her tight passage, and with the image of the little girl walking around school with a big belly, not knowing who was the father, I started ejaculating inside her. She struggled a little when I pushed harder as my first shot of sperm entered her young body, so I forced myself to stay still as I continued to inseminate the lovely creature while murmuring in her ear, "don't worry, I'm just planting my seed in your belly... go back to sleep, when you wake up you will be a mommy." I let out at least four strong spurts of sperm into her developing fertility, all tasked with finding her egg and turning this innocent creature into a gravid mother to be. I would have loved to push my cock all the way inside, so my sperm had a better chance to enter her womb, but her sleep was already quite light, so I could only stay still. Once my orgasm finished, I hugged the little girl, and in her sleep she spooned up to me, allowing my softening cock to remain inside her. "*Thanks for letting me make you a mommy,*" I thought as I silently recovered my breath. Then I kissed her sleeping cheek and lay down to rest while my cock plugged her tight hole. I wanted to give my little tadpoles every advantage to conquer the egg of this young goddess, only her second one, as she had only wasted one during her first period. I was very happy I had managed to inseminate her without disturbing her sleep, and I smiled, wondering how long it would take her to realize she was pregnant, and who she would think was the father. Most likely she would blame one of her playmates, as the older children would often *practice* having sex while playing, but I knew most of our *old* boys could only shoot a few drops, so I trusted I had claimed her womb before them. Turns out laying in bed after inseminating a little girl is a sure way to fall asleep, and I awoke in an empty sleeping bag to the usual noise of the children playing and a young lady looking down at me with an amused smirk. I'm guessing it was around that time that Suzy started calling me 'Papa'. It wasn't until weeks later that I remembered I hadn't even looked at the name of the girl I had hopefully impregnated, and by then she had already left the daycare, so I was unable to really thank her for helping me fulfill one of my greatest fantasies. I still try to imagine what could have happened to her. Did I manage to impregnate her? How did her classmates treat her when her belly started growing? Could she even finish school? How big did her belly and breasts get? Did she have a boy or a girl? Does she wonder who the father of her child is? The daycare protects the personal data of its clients, so I can't use that to find her; and since I only saw her a few times the week after that little nap, before her time in the daycare ended, I probably wouldn't recognize her. Still, for months afterwards, every time I spotted a girl with a big belly, I wondered if it was her. My only solace is that maybe one of the two-year-olds we care for might be my own son or daughter. I guess that's why I don't use the nap time as much as other caretakers. I don't want to impregnate girls in such an anonymous way. I don't want them to wake up sticky between the legs not knowing who the father of their future baby is. If I'm really pent up and I have to relieve myself during nap time, these days I choose a seven- or eight-year-old, so that there is a small chance of getting her pregnant, but she will continue in the daycare for me to enjoy and explain why her panties are getting tight, and thank her in person for allowing me to put a baby in her tummy. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Papa?" the small voice brought me back to the present. Max had apparently finished and was cleaning the face of the little boy he had chosen. The room was still dark, and the voice came from a little girl seated on one of the sleeping bags. "Aren't you sleepy?" I softly asked, moving closer to the sitting girl. I finally recognized her in the darkness, it was eight-year-old Monse, the girl I had eaten to her first orgasm a few days prior. "I need to pee... but it's too dark," she admitted, apparently ashamed to still be afraid of the dark. "Don't worry, I'll go with you," I said. I looked around to be sure at least three other caretakers were watching the sleeping children, and then offered my hand to the little girl. As we walked I noticed little Monse had her free hand between her legs. "Do you really need to go?" I asked. Few children over six had accidents, but it was not unheard of. "A little," she answered, taking her hand off her privates. "We were playing 'house', and I started to feel the tickles of the good feeling, but then the game ended," she explained. "Have you had another good feeling since we played?" "No, and I still don't have enough points to get one," she said mournfully, in a tone we caretakers know very well, when a child is expecting to be offered something. "I could give you another good feeling," I offered, trying not to sound too eager. "Really?" Monse hopped in place, clearly delighted. "Well, you would have to do something to earn the points, and then I could give you the good feeling," I amended. Monse stopped hopping and her hand went back to her crotch, she probably needed to use the restroom more than she let on. "What do I have to do, Papa?" she asked. We usually don't accompany children older than five to the bathroom, but since we were in the middle of a conversation, I opened the door and entered with Monse. She quickly took a seat on the toilet, and I knelt in front of her, enjoying the sight of her opened pussy. "Have you played the game that me and miss Suzy showed you? Where a boy puts his pee-pee in your kitty?" Monse relaxed and a stream of piss left her pussy, "Hum, Peter wanted us to... but I said no," she said, and I noticed she was avoiding my eyes. I grabbed a small piece of toilet paper, I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to touch her flower, "Why not? Did he do something you didn't like?" "No... well... it's that...---" by now she had finished pissing, but she remained seated on the toilet, her small pussy lips dripping a few drops of liquid. "What is it Monse? You know you can tell me," I asked, a little worried. "Miss Suzy told us that when you put the cream inside her kitty you were trying to give her a baby," admitted Monse, still not meeting my sight, "that whenever a boy puts his cream in a girl, they make a baby." I felt a little annoyed at Suzy, it wasn't fair to worry young girls over something like that. But I guess I can understand, since she was dealing with a possible unwanted pregnancy, "Is that why you refused to play with Peter?" "Sorta... I was afraid, but... Papa, if I let you put your pee-pee inside, are you gonna give me a baby?" she finally asked with questioning eyes. "Would it bother you to have a little baby of your own?" I said as I got close to her with the toilet paper in hand, and Monse automatically opened her legs to let me clean her, "you could bring it here, and play with it. It would be like having a new brother or sister," I explained while I wiped her little crack, taking care to caress her clit a few times. "But mom said only mommies and daddies that love each other can have babies," countered Monse, without trying to close her legs. I had already dumped the toilet paper, but continued to caress her pussy with my bare fingers. "Well, I love you very much," I said, lowering my fingers to her opening and gathering the liquid that started to came out, "and I'm sure Peter also loves you. And I like to think you love me and the rest of your playmates, right?" Monse looked at me with a thoughtful expression, "I'm not sure Mommy would like me to get a baby," she said and tried to close her legs for the first time, so I removed my hand. "I don't think your mom will mind if you have a baby," I said with a smile, but Monse looked at me with doubtful eyes. "It's true. When your mom first signed you up to stay with us, we asked her if it was okay for you to get a baby, and she said it was," I assured her, as she got up and we walked out of the restroom. "Really?" she asked, clearly not fully convinced, while we walked back to the nap room. "Really! If you doubt me, I can show you the paper where she signed that it was fine," I assured her. It was *strictly* true, the contracts *did* state that the daycare would not be liable if a boy got a girl or caretaker pregnant, or if a girl got pregnant herself. It also detailed that the children *were* expected to participate in sexual games both between each other and with the caretakers. Still, a lot of parents either didn't read the fine print, or hoped their children would be too young to face the consequences of their reproductive urges. And while it was possible Monse's parents would be mad at becoming grandparents so soon, I was pretty certain they would accept their responsibility for it. "So, I have to play the pee-pee hiding game to get the good feeling?" she finally asked, apparently convinced her mom would not scold her. We were almost back to the nap room, and soon we wouldn't be able to chat so freely. "You can try it, many really like it," I assured her, lowering my voice to avoid bothering the sleeping children, "but if you want I can give you a good feeling now, all you have to do is let me try to put my baby in your tummy," I proposed as I softly patted her flat lower belly. Monse giggled and nodded, and I can honestly say I felt good not only because I was going to fuck and inseminate the little girl, but also because I had brought her peace about something that was bothering her. Silently I guided her back to her sleeping bag. In the darkness I could see the silhouette of a fellow caretaker cradling a child to her breast, probably Suzy. The rest were likely with some child as well. Oh well, I had wanted to give a thumbs up to Mark, but I'll get to brag later. I lay down next to Monse, caressing her naked body. She shivered when my hands touched her small nipples, so I took a moment to fondle her budding breasts. I kissed her forehead and continued moving my hands down her little body. "We have to be quiet, we cannot disturb your playmates," I whispered into her ear as my hands caressed her stomach and back. Monse just nodded, arching her back as my hands went to cup her perky butt. It was so small I could grab it all in one hand. I kissed her face and continued moving my hands down her body. I purposely skipped over her crotch and started caressing her young legs, I felt her shiver again as I massaged her thighs and placed little kisses on her neck. I moved one hand up her thighs, almost touching her young pussy, while the other continued playing with her backside and my lips found her pointy little nipples. Monse couldn't hold back a moan as I started sucking on her breasts, and her whole body jerked, forcing my hand against her crotch. I happily noticed she was very wet, almost as if I hadn't wiped her after she peed. I moved my fingers to the top of her hairless pussy, finding her little button already swollen and ready. I gently caressed her clit while my tongue lapped at her nipples and little Monse continued to move in the most sensual way. "I'm gonna put my pee-pee in you now, ok?" I whispered to her, letting go of her breasts and moving my body closer to her side. She was getting close to her orgasm, and I wanted my cock inside her when she had it. I wasn't sure if she could have more than one climax, so I didn't want to miss this one. I moved my hands around Monse and pulled her over me. I would've loved to feel her naked body on mine, but the rules still forbade us from removing the uniform, so all I could feel was her body heat through my shirt while my hands caressed her naked butt. I hugged her with one hand and used the other to free my cock and guide it to Monse's wet groin. I had to push Monse down my body for my cock to reach her pussy, but the little girl was so turned on she quickly pushed herself against my erection. Lining up to her pussy was a challenge. I usually penetrate girls lying on a table or from the back, but I really wanted to hug this princess while I inseminated her. I had to use both hands to find her hole while my cock head rubbed her naked crotch, and even with all the fluids that we both had leaked there, I could not manage to push it inside her. Suddenly I felt her little hands between our bodies. Monse grabbed my cock and lifted her bottom, allowing me to pry open her pussy lips, and then she pushed down with my cock pressed against her opening. I felt a stretching sensation while my glans fought to enter her tight hole, until, with a mutual moan, my tip parted her outer lips and sank a little into her body. I couldn't help myself, I took Monse's slim waist and pulled her down on my cock, while her little hands still explored the point where my rigid cock joined her body. There was a snapping sensation inside the little girl as my cock made it past her maidenhead, and Monse let out a little grunt. I quickly stopped and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay?" I whispered, caressing her back and forcing myself to remain still. I hadn't expected her to still have her hymen. Even if she hadn't played with other boys, girls usually insert pens or toys and their virginities are long gone before this age. "It stung a little... and I feel stuffed... but the nice feeling... tickles... can we keep going?" I smiled and started slowly moving my hips, testing if it was uncomfortable for the little girl. I really didn't want to stop, but if the loss of her virginity was too much, I would remove my cock and give her another oral climax. I was overjoyed when Monse started moving over me, rotating her hips while her hands touched the point where my cock joined her pussy, and gave extra stimulation to her clit. I really had won the lottery with this little girl. Not only had I given her her first ever orgasm, but she had managed to keep her virginity for me to take. All I needed for this to be perfect was that she was ovulating for the first time now or tomorrow, so I could also claim her very first egg. Mark was going to be green with envy when I told him I had actually taken the virginity of the little eight-year-old girl. Mark was a fellow caretaker, and he loved to take girls' virginities, which was hard, since by the time we could have sex with a girl, she usually had lost her hymen to toys or other boys. My fetish was similar, in that by the time a girl was fertile, she was more likely to conceive by one of her playmates or other caretakers, than me. So Mark and I had a playful rivalry going on, where I would brag whenever I was the first to fuck a girl, and he would brag when he inseminated a girl that could have been fertile. This time, however, I felt kinda bad for Mark, since he would have loved to be the one to break in such a lovely girl. I gave a harder push and felt most of my cock sink into the heated, tight and wet hole of little Monse. I could feel the walls of her passage contracting while she moved, clearly very close to her release. Another push made her moan when my cock make contact with the end of her vagina. My glans pressed against her cervix, and I could almost imagine her virgin little womb just there, with a fresh ovum just waiting for my sperm. "My pee-pee is touching your baby place," I whispered to her, hugging her to keep her from making us cum too soon, "are you ready to get a baby?" I asked, moving a hand between our bodies to caress her flat belly. "Mommy won't be mad, right Papa?" asked the girl, more worried about her mother's reaction than actually being pregnant. "Don't worry," I told her, lowering my fingers to touch the union of our bodies, where Monse continued to move side to side, caressing her little clit and making her jump again. I was getting really close to cumming. I felt her pussy contract around my cock, her cervix pressing against my cock head as Monse moaned into my chest. I loved the wetness that spread from our union. Monse shivered and arched her back, and I felt her pussy jump around my cock. The little girl was cumming and I could feel her tight little hole begging for my seed. "Here's your baby," I told her, unable to hold back any longer. With the next ripple of Monse's pussy I let my sperm go, flooding her undeveloped passage and pressing my cock against the end of her pussy. Monse moaned while the pleasure made her shudder and I continued to shoot rope after rope of virile seed inside her developing fertility. Pressed against her cervix, I hoped at least some of my sperm were going inside her virgin womb, where they might find her very first ovum, ready to be fertilized. I hugged Monse tightly, letting her ride her climax while my cock jumped and gave the last few drops of sperm inside her little body. When she stopped writhing, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, now damp with sweat. ================================================================================ Little Monse https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/4d141cfcd19d4b0f81fc3b0a0fdf6750.png ================================================================================ "Did you enjoy your good feeling?" I whispered in her ear, remembering that the children around us were still sleeping and we should not have made so much noise. Monse just nodded, too tired to answer. I could already feel her breathing relaxing, she would soon be asleep. "Thank you for letting me make you a mommy," I told her, unsure if she heard me, since soon it was clear she was fast asleep. I decided to stay there for a while, with the little girl sleeping on top of me, my softening cock still inside her hole, holding my seed in her womb. Soon I would have to get up and go back to my duties, but for now I could enjoy the closeness of the peaceful girl. ******************************************************************************** *** Checking in *** "You work at the daycare, right?" the question stopped the daycare worker as he walked to work, a coffee in his hand. The answer was obvious, since he already wore the uniform with the logo and name of the facility. The one asking the question, though, wore street clothes, had an angular face, apparently stuck mid-frown, and had been leaning against the wall, clearly waiting for something. "Why...?" said the worker, taking a step back. Ever since the pedophile ring was busted, he and his fellow coworkers had received suspicious looks and veiled threats just for working with children. Only the loyalty of their long time customers kept the business afloat, as very few parents wanted to part with their children. "I'm detective Johnson," he introduced himself, showing his badge, "I have a meeting with your boss, but I wanted to have a few words with you beforehand." "With me?" replied the daycare worker, actually taking the officer's badge and paying close attention to it. It was real, it also showed that detective Johnson wasn't from the local police, but part of the federal investigation team. "With any employee, really," replied the officer, putting his badge away, and giving the daycare worker a subtle, but clearly intended, glimpse of his sidearm, "I know what your boss is gonna say, so I want to see if there's any other stories I should know." "Stories about what?" replied the employee, as both men started walking towards the daycare. "Look, we're trying not to turn this into a witch hunt, but we can't ignore any valid lead... and there's a weird correlation between young mothers and clients of your daycare," he made a calculated pause, giving the worker enough time to blurt anything, and then continued, "you work with the children, and you have a duty to report if you *think* there's any abuse. So, do you have anything to report before I start investigating?" The employee took a deep breath and looked at officer Johnson in the eye, "In the two years I've worked here, I've never even *suspected* any of the children were being abused, and I suggest you double check your numbers, very few parents are single mothers." By then they were in front of the daycare, some other employees could be seen opening the doors and getting everything ready for when the parents drop off their children. "Not single mothers," corrected the detective, "*young* mothers, teenagers that were under *your* care when they got pregnant. How do you explain that---" Johnson clarified as they entered the facility. "Whoa!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Are you ok?" I asked the detective as we entered. I was still annoyed at him, practically accusing us of neglecting the children. "Yeah, just a dizzy spell," he answered. "Maybe all the bright colors?" I suggested, remembering it had also given me a headache the first few weeks of work. "Maybe..." he said, regaining the stern face from before, "where were we...? Oh yeah, the pregnancies..." "Well, I try my best," I replied, unable to hide a smile. "I would love for every little girl to leave us with a big belly or a nursing baby in her arms, but really, we caretakers have very little sex with the children, so most of your *young* mothers are likely the product of mutual play between the children," I explained. By now the children had started to flood in, and to my pleasure the detective's face had lost its edge as he admired them tearing their clothes off in order to go play. Without the frown he appeared much nicer, and I felt bad at being annoyed at him, he was only doing his work, and I should be happy there were others making sure the children were protected. "So... no abuse at all, right?" replied the detective, his eyes glued to the naked bodies as the children greeted and frolicked together. A normal response for those not used to see naked children so often. "Well, I still have to interview your boss, but so far they do seem to be in good hands," he smiled, something that looked weird on his face, and offered me a handshake, before moving on to the office to talk with my boss. I hoped I hadn't say anything wrong, but the detective seemed like a nice guy, and since we're not doing anything wrong, I doubted there would be any problems.