Rocking Horse Ranch

Written by H. Grant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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