Technology has made taking care of older children much easier. Between six and nine, they mostly take care of themselves: they don’t need to be fed or changed, and the playground computer is much better at promoting and organizing games than any caregiver could ever be.
We don’t have the best interactive playground on the market, but it fulfills its purpose: the whole floor is made of soft pads (so the children won’t hurt themselves while playing) that act as an interactive touchscreen, the back wall is also an interactive screen, and we have several toys and costumes that the computer can track to make games more interactive.
Our duty is mainly to ensure the children play nice with each other, and sometimes help if the rules of a game are not clear. Most of the time we can just relax and enjoy the sight of the children playing. While we’re not officially banned from playing with the children, at those ages it’s important for children to relate to others their own age.
Most of the time I really enjoy watching the naked children playing and fooling around. They really enjoy dance-offs, where all of them try to imitate a dancer on the screen, and the computer rates them. It’s incredibly funny to see how the children dance till they drop amongst laughters.
“Papa, can we get one of the buzzers?” the question came from a seven-year-old boy, behind whom another boy and a girl waited. I had been so focused on the dance-off that I didn’t saw them approach.
“You know the rules for the buzzers, right?” I asked while I checked that the group really had enough points to get the toy. Most of the games awarded points to the children, who then can exchange them from us for treats or toys.
“Yes, we want to see if Marcy can get the good feeling.”
I smiled to the little group and handed over the vibrator; when we first got them, we allowed a single child to get it, but that didn’t promoted socialization, so now they can only get it as a group, with the condition that they must use it on each other, never on themselves.
“You can have it for half an hour, and remember to listen to your partner.” I admonished them and watched them go over to some cushions.
The “orgy” they organize was more comical than sexy, since very few children can orgasm, so most of them just feel good and laugh. Part of me wanted to know if Marcy could cum already, because if so, I wanted to be first in line when she came to exchange her points for an orgasm.
Unfortunately I couldn’t stay to find out, since my fellow coworker Suzy catched my attention from the playground with a little call of “Papa, a little help please!” Suzy was among a small group of children, kneeled in front of them, lovingly caressing the small erection of the nearest boy.
The computer informed me that the group should be playing a variation of “doctor”, where they identify and explore each other’s bodies.
“See Monse, his pee pee is not yucky, and if the rules say to kiss it better, there is no reason not to do it.” And then Suzy leaned forward and took the boy’s penis in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment while the boy giggleled.
Apparently Suzy was solving one of the most common issues in the playground: that some children still think genitals are dirty or “yucky”.
“You liked that, Albert?” she asked as she let the little erection go, a stream of saliva still connecting it to her mouth.
Little Albert just nodded, but Monse, that had been watching intently, apparently was not yet satisfied, “But he pees from there!”
I took that as my cue to intervene, “Monse, pee is not dirty, besides Albert always cleans himself, just like you,” I kneeled in front of the naked girl, “You don’t think your flower is dirty, right?”
Monse shook her head while I sat her on the floor in front of me and opened her legs. The pussy of the eight-year-old opened in front of my eyes allowing me to see her covered clit and the beautiful pink interior, “Let me show you how clean I think your flower is.”
And without any further delay I pressed my lips against her little flower. Suzy could probably do it herself, but I know she doesn’t really enjoy giving head to girls, just like I don’t really care for sucking boys; it’s part of the job, and sometimes we have to do it, but out of respect we try to help each other if we can.
Monse’s pussy was so small that I could cover it completely with my mouth. It was clear that the ’doctor’ game, plus Suzy’s demonstration was having an effect on the girl, since I could clearly taste the building excitement. I moved my tongue all over her lips while sucking, I wanted to get her excited enough before going for her clit.
I was pleased that Monse not only didn’t try to avoid my lips, but actually started moving her hips a little, perhaps the girl was ready to experience an orgasm, and that gave me permission to take a little more time tasting the girl than if this was just a demonstration of oral sex.
I focused my tongue on her small opening and pushed, delighted to find it yielded to my pressure and allowed me entrance to her small chanel. Her flavour inside was much more concentrated, and her movements grew in intensity as she started moaning. I was thinking that she might be able to take my cock inside, when a big moan distracted me.
“Very good job!” said Suzy to the boy in front of her, panting on the floor. His small erection was still jumping up and down, shinning from Suzy’s saliva. “Did you like shooting in my mouth? I love your taste!”
The boy just nodded, still recovering from his first orgasm, probably a dry one, only he and Suzy would really know.
“Wanna do the same?” I asked Monse, who nodding with insistence after intently looking at her playmate’s still erect cock.
I wasted no time, diving back to her treasure, redoubling my efforts to give this eight-year-old her first orgams. I again pushed my tongue inside her and moved it around, trying to stimulate as far back as I could reach while sucking with my whole mouth her mound and lips.
Once I tasted her juices flowing out, I changed positions: quickly pulling my tongue from her opening, I moved it up and attacked her clit, by then completely exposed and lubricated with saliva.
The girl’s reaction was immediate and beautiful. A mixture between a moan and a scream escaped her lips, while her hips moved about, perhaps trying to escape my mouth, or trying to make me press harder, my hands squeezing her perky butt prevented any of those, while my tongue lapped and kissed her little love button.
Then I started closing my mouth, still sucking with all my might I started concentrating my efforts on her clit, and the girl responded with more moans and shakes. I felt her little hands resting on my head, not really pressing, but there, inviting me to really eat her out.
Her flavour was heavenly, the very light taste of a young pussy, one that has never before experienced such pleasure, but growing constantly.
And then, with another loud moan, she went rigid under me, she arched her back and I could feel her clit pulsing under my care. I quickly moved a hand under her and pressed a finger into her opening, both to extend her pleasure and to feel her pussy milking it. How I wished it was my cock inside her instead.
Faster than I would like, her orgasm ended and I left her clit alone. I couldn’t avoid giving her whole underside a big lick, from her anus to her moud, to catch any remaining flavor, even though I knew she was probably tender right now. The girl trembled at my last lick, but didn’t show any discomfort.
I lifted the girl up and hold her tight in my arms, letting her rest while I caress her butt and back. I wanted her first afterglow to be as good as her first orgasm.
“... so yes, Monse also had the good feeling, just like you, that’s why you both got so many points,” Suzy was explaining to the boys and girls around us. I silently thank her, since that allowed me a little more time holding this beautiful girl.
“Did you like that, Monse?” I asked close to her ear.
“Yes Papa, I feel like I was about to pee and explode and then—”
“Whenever you got enough points you can ask me and I’ll be glad to give you another good feeling.” I told her while I squeezed her butt one last time and let her get up.
My shirt showed a noticeable wet spot where Monse’s cum juices had ended up. Me and other coworkers often wonder why management still requires us to be clothed at all time except when teaching a child, it can be bothersome, as my uncomfortable erection attested to.
Before I could stand, the computer informed me that given the group of children that had come to see the two playmates have their first orgasms, Suzy and I should do a demonstration to the gathered children.
I stood and started removing my clothes, while trying to calm the children, “Boys, girls! Pay attention please. I know you’re all curious about the good feelings that come from touching between your legs, so miss Suzy and I are going to show you how that happens between adults.”
Suzy had also stood and quickly shed her pants and blouse, standing there in just her undies and bra, “sit in two lines, so everyone can see; and pay attention, so you know how to play when it’s your turn.”
As I said earlier, the daycare does not allow caretakers to form romantic relationships, but if it’s for the sake of the children, sometimes caretakers must perform sexual acts on each other. It’s no secret to my fellow coworkers that I prefer younger girls, but Suzy, still in her early twenties, was a very beautiful young lady that I had no problem getting naked with. Suzy probably wasn’t as excited, seeing as she has a boyfriend outside the daycare.
I sat down on a stump so our activities could be easily seen by the children, many of whom were watching my erect member, already dripping precum from what was about to happen.
“First I will help miss Suzy have the good feeling,” I said, motioning for Suzy to sit on my legs, facing the children. My coworker was a full grown woman, but her petite physique could fool anyone into thinking she was still in her teens. I took advantage of her and patted her naked ass as she sat on my leg, my cock pressing against her buttock.
“I want to touch between your legs to help you feel good, can I?” I started. Since this was a demonstration, we had to adhere to a script to show the children a safe way to play the game.
“Go ahead,” said Suzy, more to the children than me, opening her legs and showing her already very wet pussy.
As part of the “uniform”, we were required to shave our pubic hair, so Suzy’s pussy could really pass for an early teen pussy, completely bald.
I started massaging her whole vagina, spreading her fluids to make it slippery, “Is this okey?” I asked, following the script, but from her small moan and the way her hips reacted, it was clear she was really close to orgasm.
“Rub me up and down.”
I changed the motion, and then directed my attention to the children, happy to see many touching themselves and at least two couples imitating us, “Remember to always ask your playmate how it feels.”
Then I curved my fingers and started putting pressure into Suzy’s vagina.
“Can I put a finger inside you?” I asked.
“No, just rub outside,” answered Suzy, still following the script, even though I could tell she really wanted something inside her.
“And always respect if your playmate tells you not to do something, this is very important in the game,” I explained the children.
“Please rub my button,” told me Suzy, happy that the important part of the scrip was over and she could have her orgasm.
I moved my fingers to her clit and started rubbing it lightly in circular motions, “like this?”
“Faster, harder!” Begged me Suzy, and not five seconds afterwards, she hold her breath, tensed up and opened her legs while her orgasm took her. I removed my hand from her clit to give the children a good look at her spasming pussy.
“Miss Suzy is having the good feeling now, and I’m hugging her so she feels as good as possible,” I told the children, wrapping my arms around Suzy while she came down from her peak, and taking an opportunity to fondle her breasts.
Suzy leaned against me and whispered in my ear, “thank you”, before addressing the children, “no matter if you playmate is a boy or a girl, you should always follow these rules, and even if you still can’t get a good feeling, play nice with each other.”
Suzy then looked back at me, at my erect cock smearing precum on her buttock, waiting attention, and I think I saw her frown before turning back to the children.
“Now we’re going to demonstrate another game that you will be able to play in the future, but only if both of you feel fine while doing so,” started Suzy, at the time that she stranded my legs, so my cock was between them, pointing straight up to her open pussy, “while it feels very good to touch between your legs with your hands, you can also feel good at the same time by inserting the boy’s pee pee into the girl’s flower, like this.”
And with that Suzy lower herself, taking my cock in her hand, and guided it into her hot center. It was a wonderful sensation to sink into her tight passage. I forced myself not to start humping, but I was really close to cumming.
“As you can see, the pee pee fits nicely inside me, and it feels good for both of us, como closer and see if you want,” finished Suzy, also staying still while some of the children came very close to see our mating. I once asked why we used children’s terms like “pee pee” or “good feeling” instead of “penis” and “orgasm”, but all I got was a statement that we were a daycare program, and could not offer actual sex education, completely bonkers!
“Make sure you don’t come inside me,” whispered Suzy in my ear, while the children examined our connected genitals.
“Why?” I whispered back, “Is there an egg waiting to be fertilized in your little belly?” I jokingly asked, pushing a little into her.
“Who knows?” replied Suzy smiling, while her pussy rippled around my cock, forcing another push on my part, “but we need to show the children how you eyaculate, so do it outside.”
That really sucked. While my greatest fantasy was to impregnate a little girl, the younger the better, being forced to pull out of what could be a fertile womb was a real turn off. Which was good in the current circumstances, since otherwise I probably would not have lasted long.
“When you rub your pee pee and your flower together,” started Suzy to the children, “it’s very important to always ask if things feel good.”
She then started moving, and I had to dedicate all my energy not to cum, so I admit I wasn’t the best teacher at the moment.
“Does it feels good when I go side to side?”, “Is it good when I lean forward?”, “Want me to go faster?”
Suzy kept to the script to the best of her power, and I tried to at least give affirmative answers, but my concentration was on her pussy caressing and sucking my cock, begging it to inseminate it.
I realized I was reaching the point of no return with one hand fondling Suzy’s breast, while the other caressed her flat belly, trying to find where my member reached from the exterior. Luckily Suzy also realized my position for she removed my hands and announced to the children, “Papa is going to get the good feeling very soon, so come closer so you can see how an adult shoots the white pee,” then she tried to stand, to let my cock out of her pussy.
But in the edge of orgasm I was having none of that. With both hands I grabbed Suzy’s waist and force her down while pushing my hips up, trying to get as close to her womb as possible, and let free my first glorious shot of life giving seed.
Perhaps it was the training, perhaps it was Suzy’s request not to cum in her, perhaps it was the sight of the children getting close to where we were mated, waiting to see me eyaculate, but after the pleasure of shooting one big dollop of cum so close to Suzy’s possible fertile womb, I managed to react.
I quickly pushed Suzy off me, letting my cock drop, pointing to the gathered children, and let myself go. My second spurt was received with the cries and laughs of the children closer to us as it manage to hit them, then my balls contracted again and a series of smaller spurts drop to the ground and around my member.
“As you can see, the good feeling for big boys can be messy, but it feels very good every time they shoot the white pee,” explained Suzy, after the children calmed down. Many had come to at least see my sperm closer, if not outright touch it.
Suzy continued explaining the boy’s good feeling to the children, and it appeared she really hadn’t realized I had snuck one big spurt inside her womb. My cock gave a happy little jump to the thought that I might have forced my coworker to become also a client of the daycare in a few months, but at the same time I felt a little guilty, since it was clearly against her will.
“Also, some boys really like to shot their white pee inside somewhere,” continued Suzy, “but you must always ask permission before doing so, in case your partner doesn’t wants it,” at this Suzy turned to look at me with a crooked smile, “Papa here, actually shot some of his white pee inside my flower,” she said, opening her pussy with a hand to show the children a tick glob of my sperm dripping out of her, “but I forgive him since I know how much he likes to do it,” with that she turned back to the children.
“Do they also shoot it in your mouth when you kiss them, miss Suzy?” asked one of the girls.
“Yes, they do, and some of them enjoy it very, very much, right Albert?”
“What does it tastes like?”
“Everyone should taste it at least one to decide if they like it. Why don’t you come here Monse, and kiss Papa’s pee pee, so you can have a taste?” my cock, now almost completely soft, twitched a little and started growing again when the little eight-year-old girl I had just given her first orgasm came forward and clumsily kissed the tip of my soft cock, taking a little bit of sperm in her mouth.
“It’s salty,” She said after swallowing, but unfortunately went back after that.
Suzy sent the children to continue with other games while we got dressed and cleaned after ourselves and some of the children in a somewhat awkward silence. Afterwards we were called to attend to other children and before I knew it we had closed and were putting away all the used toys.
“So, was there a little egg swimming in your womb this afternoon?” I finally asked Suzy, trying to be funny, but a little afraid that inseminating her without her consent might have damaged our friendship.
“What do you care?” she bitted, “even if you put a bun in my oven I can’t do a thing to you! The contract says if I get pregnant in here it’s my responsibility and I can’t ask the father for anything!”
“You know that’s to protect the children, if one of them gets you pregnant... if you really want I can take care of you and... the baby.”
Suzy let out a series of giggles and laughs. At first I thought she was making fun of me, but soon she spoke again, “sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at me,” she took a deep breath and continued, “I love my boyfriend, and I don’t plan to leave him, even if I got your baby growing in my belly. I’m afraid how he’ll react if I’m really pregnant, we’ve discuss it, and we both feel we’re not ready to be parents. Now I don’t know if I should trick him into inseminating me so the baby has a chance of being his, or if I should just wait to see if I’m really pregnant; what do you think I should do?”
The question took me by surprise, was she really asking me if she should try to get pregnant to avoid being pregnant with my child, “I guess it depends on how likely is it that you’re already pregnant... but I don’t think you should trick your boyfriend.”
Suzy let out a little laugh, “so are you worry about my relationship with my boyfriend, or do you want to be sure it’s your baby growing inside me?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” I quickly answered, but in reality I did wanted her to be pregnant with my child.
“To tell the truth,” Suzy continued calmly, “I’ve always had fantasies about getting pregnant, but at the same time I’m terrified of it. Every time I let a little boy penetrate me I’m torn between hoping he’s already making sperm and terrified by it,” she sat down before continuing, “when I realized you were cumming inside me this afternoon, I almost had another orgasm,” she admitted.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. But you’re not sorry, you are ‘Papa’; I knew the moment the computer instructed us to give the demonstration that I would walk away with a womb full of your babymakers, and that excited me more that you can imagine, didn’t you noticed how wet I was even before we started?”
I couldn’t help by smile at her, she knew me better than I knew myself, and for a moment I really hoped her boyfriend would leave her when her panties started getting tight, so I could swept her off her feet and make her mine; I’m happy to tell that thought only lasted a moment. “So what are you going to do now?”
“I’m still carrying your sperm inside me, you know,” she said matter-of-factly, “I never had a chance to clean after the demonstration. So I’m gonna go home, and I’m gonna masturbate with my dirty panties until my boyfriend arrives, and then we’re going to have wonderful, protected sex, pretending he’s getting me pregnant,” she continued with a dreamy look on her face, “and then I’m going to pretend nothing happened, and if in a couple months I start getting fat, then neither you, nor me, nor my boyfriend will know if it’s your baby, if one of our condoms failed, or if one of the little boys got lucky with me.”
She stood up and walked right to me.
“And that will be your punishment: not knowing if you managed to get you baby into my womb, as I know you really want to.”
“I’m sorry,” I admitted, she really did knew me better than myself.
“I forgive you,” she smiled, “I just hope we don’t have to do many more demonstrations together, as exciting as this is, I’m really not ready to be a full time mom. But you are ‘Papa’, asking you not to impregnate girls would be like asking me not to breastfeed the children.”
We both have a chuckle at that. “So, should I start calling you ‘Milkmaid’ or something?”
“Don’t you dare.” said Suzy in the most serious tone so far.