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story_codes: Mmmmm/g (8), semi-cons, non-cons

story_intro: The substitute teacher, with a new alias, finds another young girl to manipulate into becoming is latest fuck toy.

story_language: English




The Substitute, Story 2

Written by madvlad


	"So remember, class. When Mrs. Beecher returns next week, be sure to tell her all the horror stories about what cruel slave driver I was."

	A chorus of laughter from eight and nine year-old mouths greeted Fred Chapman's farewell address to the third grade class he had been covering for the past week. It had been a good run while the regular teacher was attending an advance program on new teaching development software. 

	The itinerary she had left behind for Fred was one of the better ones he had encountered - challenging, interesting, and with no absurd expectations. The woman's short, thoughtful notes on each pupil's personality were a pleasant surprise as he was able to keep the kids engaged. It was no wonder Mrs. Beecher had been selected as one of the teachers for the project she had attended.

	An added bonus from the notes was that Fred was able to immediately home in on Clarice, an eight year-old with reddish brown hair who sat in one of the far corners of the room. As Mrs. Beecher noted, the girl was dreadfully shy - which made her the perfect target for Fred's prurient focus. These socially awkward little girls were the best prey during his limited times at various schools across the country. 

	They were unlikely to tell anyone what their substitute teacher was doing with them. At the same time, Fred took delight in breaking down their inhibitions as he, the sensitive and kindly substitute teacher, would get with them one-on-one. The girls were flattered by his attention at first and by the time he had crossed the line with them, they did not have the courage to tell him to stop.

	Normally, he had at least a few weeks to cover during an extended absence. But this assignment was only a week. Not ideal, but he found the timid child to be worthy of pursuit. She walked to school and, like many of his other targets, was a latchkey child so she could come home late with no one becoming concerned.

	As the bell rang, Fred busied himself with the window blinds, closing out any view from the outside. Then he closed the classroom door and locked it before turning to face the lone student remaining in the room.

	"So, Clarice, I've seen you wriggling in your chair all day. That means you wore it?"

	Red-faced, the girl nodded.

	"Good for you!" he said with a smile. "Like I told you before, if you overcome embarrassment about your own body, you become more confident in other areas. Now, I've borrowed this spot light from the auditorium so we can do the walk we had discussed. Now take off your clothes, please, but leave your special things on, of course."

	Nervously, Clarice removed her clothing. Fred's tongue rubbed the roof of his suddenly dry mouth as the child disrobed. Despite all of the girls he had partaken of, he never lost the thrill when he was about to consummate the finale of his latest quest. 

	He didn't have to go back far in his memory to recall the last eight year-old he had fun with. That happened earlier in the school year - a girl named Ellie whom he had left with his jism in all three holes and her twat still plugged with a thrumming vibrator. He loved them all from kindergarten through sixth grade - the grades his various fake personae were qualified to teach. Having a prick that was on the thin side also "qualified" him for some very personal instructions for the really young tots but even the older girls found him plenty big enough when he was inside their prepubescent bodies.

	When Clarice was done, she stood fidgeting wearing nothing but a very skimpy string bikini meant for a girl a couple of years younger than she. Fred knew this or a fact because he had taken it from a six year-old this past summer. 

	Under the name Vance Eckman, he had worked as a life guard at a posh resort. Trishie was a darling little thing who was usually by herself as her parents and much older siblings did other things during the day. She had a string bikini but was deathly afraid of the water, barely willing to wade in the shallow kiddy pool. The main pool was one of those sprawling affairs with passages and alcoves all over the place with landscaping that offered seclusion both from the water and the land. 

	"Vance" had graciously offered to work with the girl in his off-hours, explaining that living at the resort became boring after a while and he didn't mind having something else to do. There were cords that were used to rope off areas of the pool for private parties and he used those to mark a small alcove for him and Trishie. 

	In the isolated spot, Trishie had lost her fear of the water - along with her cherry. Vance had also taught her other techniques to use in the water. Oh, and he also managed to teach her how to swim. On the last night, the little girl had walked back to her room wrapped in a big fluffy towel, her movements slightly clumsy from the hard cock that had just been plumbing her cunny and ass. As she left, Vance had noticed her bikini still floating in the pool and decided to keep it, figuring he could use it at some time.

	And now it was on the slightly bigger - but still undeveloped - figure of Clarice. The strings on the top and bottoms had to be re-tied for the eight year-old, but her figure was still slight enough for the outfit to fit - just barely. Clarice had quailed at wearing such a small suit when Fred had given it to her yesterday afternoon to put on in the morning, but he assured her that this was part of the exercise. 

	He had also given her a small medicine bottle containing a gel he had squeezed from the larger tube. The stuff, which he had dubbed "Teacher's Little Helper", contained a potent and illegal topical stimulant. When he gave it to her, he told her it was to prevent chaffing since the suit would be rather tight on her. So now she had been wearing a bikini that was pressing the gel against some very sensitive areas.

	The small triangles stretched flatly across her chest were punctuated by a pencil-tip point in the middle of each side. They stuck out perhaps an eighth of an inch at most, evidence of how engorged the little girl's immature nipples were. They were going to be fun, but the main prize was below the waist. Most of the seat had wound up in the crack between Clarice's small, pale buttocks. The miniature triangle of the crotch was nicely undersized, barely covering the girl's slit. The smooth sides of her cunny were displayed and the top of the fabric could not reach high enough to conceal the swell of the child's sex. In fact, Fred caught a couple of glimpses of the start of dimple at the top of the Clarice's cleft before the girl would tug her bottoms up.

	"This...isn't..." Clarice began and as she shook her head.

	"It's just fine," Fred assured her as he switched on the small spotlight that was mounted on a swivel. "You look very grown up."

	"Really?" Clarice said, unsure but hopeful.

	"Sure. Now we'll do the model walk we talked about. They often have to walk on stage in swimsuits and the like with a spotlight on them and a crowd of people watching them. So we'll do it here. Go ahead. I'll follow you with the spotlight. And at least you have a bikini - some models have to walk around in underwear."

	Clarice regarded the revealing bikini she was wearing and thought her underwear covered more than this. Her private part kept starting to show when the bottoms slipped and the air on her nude buttocks told her how much was exposed there. And the swim suit made her feel awfully funny everywhere it had touched her, kind of itchy and hot.

	As Clarice circled around the classroom, Fred walked in front of her, keeping the spotlight on her meager form. His intent was to let the heat of the light work with the gel under Clarice's bikini. While it worked at any temperature, it got more reactive and powerful at higher temps. After two circuits around the room, Clarice was sweating as she tugged on her bottoms and started rubbing her chest through the top. During the third time around, Clarice started to stagger and begged Fred to stop. He coaxed her a little further to his desk and stopped. 

	The exposed sides of Clarice's mound were damp along with the tops of her inner thighs. That tasty kiddy cunt had literally been stewing in its own juices. Keeping the light shining on the girl from an angle, Fred knelt in front of her and quickly got to business. 

	"Is something wrong here?" he asked as he touched her bikini top. "You've been rubbing and I...oh, I think I know what happened."

	Before Clarice could work up the nerve to protest, Fred slid the tops up to reveal her tiny, erect nipples.

	"No wonder you've been rubbing here. Let me make them feel better for you."

	Clarice opened her mouth to stop him, but no words came out. But a groan soon followed when he latched on to one nipple, sucking the skin around it and scraping his front teeth on the point.

	"Oh....ummmm!!" Clarice said throatily, her reaction overcoming her embarrassment. 

	She stared down as the man held her on the sides while munching and sucking on her titless chest. Although feeling awkward, Clarice did not complain. In fact, she missed it when he removed his mouth but was glad when he switched to her other niplet. As he continued to moth her, he moved his hands behind the girl, untying the strings behind her neck and back to remove the top. Clarice hardly noticed. 

	After snacking on the eight year-old's chest. Fred pulled his head back and looked at her crotch. Her bottoms had slipped to reveal the dimple again and he saw something poking against the top of the cloth. 

	"Now this is interesting," he remarked and swiftly pulled the strings loose on each side of her bottoms.

	Clarice peeped in shame as she was completely bared. Her private part was now being seen by a man. And then he poked on a hard bit of flesh barely protruding from her slit. Clarice was aghast but suddenly felt an electric trickle that radiated from where he touched her. When her knees buckled, he used his free hand to cup her buttocks and steady her. She noticed that he never removed that hand, squeezing her rump instead. But his - and her - main focus was on her steadily drooling cunny.

	"This is called your clitoris," Fred said in his best teacher voice, instilling calm and obedience in the student. "See how hard it is? It's just like your nipples and tells you when it needs to be touched. And notice how nice and wet you are."

	"I didn't mean to do that!" Clarice bawled, losing all composure. 

	"It's okay," Fred continued in a soothing voice. "That's your body's way of telling you it needs to be checked."

	"What do I do?" Clarice sniffed.

	"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he assured her and began to fondle the eight year-old's hairless quim in earnest.

	The nave child made more nervous peeping sounds as the man stroked and squeezed her fleshy little mons. Pulling her labia apart, he inserted a fingertip inside and slid it up and down, making Clarice feel even warmer down there. As his rubbing became more insistent, the girl started to pant and gasp. 

	Employing an often-used one-handed technique, Fred slipped a tube of gel from his pocket with the hand that had been on Clarice's rear. Putting some gel on a finger, he returned his hand and worked to stuff against the pucker of her asshole. Feeling a new burning back there, Clarice reactively jerked her hips forward, only to press her snatch harder against the man's other hand.
The girl's uneven breathing and the thickening flow from her prematurely aroused cunt told Fred she was getting close. When Clarice came, Fred jammed the first joint of a finger into her bunghole while the trembling child leaked more nectar onto his fingers.

	"What was that?" she asked tremulously.

	"Did you like it?"

	"Uh huh," she admitted with a fresh blush.

	"I'd say you're progressing," Fred informed her with a serious look. "But I should check to see how you react to full anal stimulation, not just this."

	Fred wriggled the fingertip he had inserted into the little girl's bottom, making Clarice shyly peep again. So here was a little girl who had just cum and was getting her ass fingered and she was still feeling timid. He loved it.

	Popping his finger out of her ass, Fred lifted his student onto the teacher's desk - one of his favorite places to fuck a little girl (although Trishie's splashing in the pool last summer made pools another one). 

	"Have you had anal stimulation before?" he asked the unknowing child.

	"I don't think so," Clarice answered in a small voice. 

	"Then we'd better take precautions so that you maintain the proper position, alright?"

	Clarice nodded, grateful that nice Mr. Chapman knew how to help her, even if this was all very confusing. Taking one of Clarice's legs, he raised it up and took her hand to tuck it under the back of the knee. Some quick layers of masking tape wrapped her in place and he repeated this with her other limbs. Clarice wondered if he could cover her private place and was working up the nerve to ask him when Fred balled her bikini and stuffed it in her mouth. 

	Smiling, he gave the girl a reassuring pat on her cheek while he noticed the curious look on her face. When he had put the bikini in her mouth, he had been careful to have the bottoms turned inside out with the crotch against her tongue. From the way her pussy had been watering before, she was now getting a good taste of her own cunt. 

	Casually, Fred stepped out of his pants and underwear and then lubed his cock with more gel. Leaning over Clarice, he pressed his glans against her pink rosebud and then held her by the sides of her torso. The little girl gazed at him, nervous but trusting and in no way knowledgeable about what was about to happen. Fred flexed his thumbs, rubbing Clarice's agitated nipples and making the girl jerk.

	As she twitched, he thrust forward, forcibly dilating the eight year-old's anus. His lubricated meat ground through her straining ring of muscle and powered into the virgin territory of her ass.  Clarice's eyes rolled wildly at the unexpected intrusion into her body. Insistent noises were muffled by the cloth in her mouth and she could do nothing as her teacher ripped in and out of the softness of her small rectum. 

	With Fred hammering in her tender bottom and the gel working in her ass as well as on her twat, Clarice's cunny was oozing steadily. She shook her head in violent motions, unable to process the sexual arousal with the discomfort of the man's prick keeping her ass open and pummeling her insides. Then came a hot flood of spunk in her rectal tube and Fred stopped. 

	Withdrawing, he cleaned his member while Clarice wept in confusion. She felt dirty down there, especially with the trickle of liquid exiting her poop hole no matter how hard she tried to pinch it off. Fred knew she would close up in short time and turned his attention to another orifice after rolling her over. Her trapped limbs beneath her had rendered the child helpless and lewdly displayed for the taking.

	Clarice whimpered when her teacher pushed his re-hardened dick against her cleft. Despite her arousal, she knew that he wanted to put his thing in her private place and that was very wrong. But he was a teacher and he should know that.

	Grinning, Fred looked down at her and winked.

	"Next phase," he announced and drove his prick into her. 

	Clarice screamed as her cherry was shredded. But the presence of the man's cock continued to move deeper into her, making her virgin channel open and press hard against the penis that rubbed against it. Fred rocked in long motions, sliding his prick in and out of the deflowered third grader. He loved the snugness of little girl pussy, feeling like a wet, second skin on his cock. 

	To her regret, Clarice looked to the place where all this was happening. Where there usually was a soft little mound with a dainty slit was now pulled wide, the ring of bald flesh hugging the plunging shaft. The more the man moved, the more blood she could see along his prick and staining her pale, straining twat lips. What she could not see she could feel with perfect clarity. The monster inside her tender little pussy was stretching her mightily on the inside. The rubbing against her cunny walls produced a conflicting reaction - one she had felt before when he had fingered her there. But this was larger and deeper and she couldn't help cumming as her teacher stroked wildly in her childish cuntlet. 

	Sometime after Clarice's climax, Fred came. He nearly growled as he inseminated the frightened eight year-old, marking her immature womb as his territory. Glancing to his left, he saw the green light still glowing on the video camera he had running. Looking back at Clarice, she saw her swallowing the spit that the gag in her mouth caused her to generate. That meant she was also drinking her own cunt juice that had soaked into the crotch. And that made him hard again.

	"I should do this one more time, just to be sure," he advised Clarice before he fucked her again.

	Although still tight, the third grader's cum drenched pussy was making rude sounds as the man plowed his cock in and out of her. Fred could feel her going limp as what little fight she had left her. By the time he had ejaculated into her twatlet again, she was staring dazedly at the ceiling. 

	Fred cleaned up while the shy little cum bucket remained obscenely trussed up on his desk. Hearing some shouts outside, he peeked through the blinds to see four teens playing basketball on the playground. Although they were not forbidden to do so, Fred had been warned that these kids were troublemakers with a past history of brushes with the law. He certainly hoped so as he opened the blinds and the window.

	"Hey guys, could you help me please?" he called.

	"Fuck you," one of the boys answered while the others laughed.

	Undeterred, Fred grinned at them. Two of them were white and two were black. 

	"The thing is," he continued. "I have a young girl in here who has an itch she needs scratched - again and again if you know what I mean."

	The basketball game stopped as the boys looked at each other, catching the meaning of what he was saying but not believing it.

	"Shit!" another boy said. "No girl in this school would even have tits."

	"True," Fred acknowledged. "But her little pussy is wet and tight."

	The boys ambled over, still suspicious until one of them peered inside the window and saw Clarice.

	"Shit man," he said. "What's up with that? And what do you need us for?"

	"Look, I'm a substitute teacher and this is my last day," Fred said reasonably as if asking to borrow a pen. "I need to get my paperwork done and I don't think this little girl has been given all the attention she needs."

	"Step aside, man," a boy said.

	Fred did so and allowed the boy to climb inside. His friends did the same and they clustered around the child who looked at them wide-eyed. Wheeling his chair around to the side of his desk, Fred got started on his paperwork. 

	With that, the boys didn't need a second invitation. Laughing and joshing, they watched as one of the white boys shoved his teen cock into the little girl.

	"Oh damn, she's fucking tight," he grunted. "Slippery as hell, though. She's one fucking awesome fuck."

	The boy's motions were swift and hard, intended to make him cum as quickly as possible. When the next boy mounted her, Clarice winced and cried into her gag.

	"Yeah," the boy laughed. "Nothing like a white chick getting her first serving of black meat."

	Clarice groaned as the boy's wider girth stretched her aching cunt hole further. Her white, hairless snatch was helpless to stop the coffee-colored pole pounding into it. It also rubbed her harder and made those sparks fly and her lubrication increase.

	"Yeah, she's digging it," another boy observed just before the eight year-old took her first load of black seed into her body.

	Each boy fucked her twice, going as quickly as possible. Clarice was in a daze again and Fred plucked the bikini from her mouth.

	"I think she won't raise too much of a ruckus now," he said as he tucked the bikini into a bag. "But this has sentimental value."

	"Hey, can we take the tape off?" the first boy asked, respectful of this adult who was supplying them with some prime kiddy pussy.

	Fred glanced up from his papers and waved his hand abstractedly.

	"Sure go ahead. She'll be no problem."

	Clarice was unbound but did not struggle as she was rolled onto her belly. The boy pulled at her firm little ass cheeks and whistled when he saw what had been done earlier.

	"Cool!" he said as he gazed at the sum stains around Clarice's now-closed asshole. "My girlfriend won't let me fuck her in the ass, but I guess this one will."

	Clarice groaned as the teen forced his prick into her bottom. She was too weak to resist and did nothing to stop her anus from opening. Her rectum was still slimy from her teacher and soon her tissues were getting stroked by more teen cock. One boy after another sodomized the submissive little girl, filling the eight year-old's bowels with plenty of hot jism. 

	As the first boy started the second round in Clarice's lush little posterior, Fred (who had a pretty good stamina himself) envied the teens for their powers of recovery. They did not notice the video camera as he turned it off and packed it away. Taking his bag, he nodded to them and playfully tousled Clarice's hair as he walked passed her.

	The child turned her head to look at him as she was anally mauled.

	"Wuhh," she managed to say and dropped her head.

	"Boys, be sure to turn off the lights when you're done. And since she's been cooperative, you ought to help her get dressed. Oh, and by the way, she walks to school so she lives nearby in case you want to keep her company again."

	"Dude, you're the man!" one of them called after him as he waved. "You got a name?"

	"Fred Chapman," he answered, knowing that this alias would be lying in the bottom of a shredder within the hour.

	Fred (or Ken Torrance as his next persona would be known as) walked with a bounce in his step. He thought Clarice was coming along nicely. There she was, making all kinds of new friends now and he prided himself on knowing he helped her get her start.



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