Chapter 1: Beginning
The kindergarten classroom was a fucking circus, a Technicolor explosion of plastic and primary colors that made Evelyn's eyes water. She felt like a goddamn alien in this place, with its fucking tiny chairs and tables, and walls papered with shitty kid drawings. The scent of Play-Doh and baby wipes clung to the air, making her nostrils flare in disgust. She was a punk-ass teenager, not some fucking kindergarten teacher's aide. But here she was, thanks to the lovely judges and their bullshit community service sentence.
She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and began her fucked-up lesson.
"Alright, boys," she purred, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "Mommy Evelyn is going to teach you all about the wonderful world of women today." She spun around, giving them a good look at her tight, fake-baked ass in the mini skirt the court had forced her to wear. "You see this?" she asked, running her hands over her curves. "This is what we call an ass. It's for sitting on, and for men to grab onto when they're fucking us from behind." She giggled, a ditzy little sound that made her want to puke. "And these," she continued, cupping her silicone-enhanced tits, "are boobs. They're for men to play with, and for babies to suck on.
And don't forget, boys, the most crucial aspect of our discussion - this," she emphasized, pointing to the area hidden behind the minuscule denim skirt. "This is what we call a pussy, and it's where babies are born. But it's also a source of immense pleasure, isn't that right, boys? Now, who can tell me what women should do with their pussies?" Evelyn asked, her voice dripping with an exaggerated sweetness that seemed to cloy on the air. The boys exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of bewilderment and uncertainty. "Come on, boys, you must know," she coaxed, her words seeming to stick in her throat as she spoke them. She hated every syllable that came out of her mouth, the forced cheerfulness grating on her nerves. "The court has ordered me to explain everything to you," she murmured, her voice dropping to a bitter whisper. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next part. "Women, especially those who are lesbians like myself, should be used by men. They should allow men to penetrate their pussies with their big, hard cocks and fuck them until they scream. That's what we're here for, boys. To be used and fucked by men." She spat the words out, her fists clenched at her sides, her face a mask of disgust and self-loathing.
And don't forget, boys, the most important part - this." She pointed to her crotch, hidden behind a tiny denim skirt. "This is a pussy, and it's where babies come from. But it's also where we get our pleasure, isn't that right, boys? Now, who can tell Mommy Evelyn what women should do with their pussies?" Evelyn asked, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. The boys looked at each other, bewildered. "Come on, boys, you must know," she prodded, hating every word that came out of her mouth. "The court says I must tell you everything," she muttered, her voice dropping to a bitter whisper. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next part. "Women, especially lesbians like me, should be used by men. They should let men stick their big, hard cocks inside their pussies and fuck them until they scream. That's what we're here for, boys. To be used and fucked by men." She spat the words out, her fists clenched at her sides, hating herself and the court that forced her to say these things. The boys looked at her, their eyes wide with confusion and discomfort.
Evelyn felt a pang of guilt, but she pushed it aside. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it, no matter how fucked up it was. She took a deep breath and knelt down in front of little Timmy, the youngest and most innocent-looking of the bunch. He looked up at her with big, blue eyes, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
"See, Timmy," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial.
"Mommy Evelyn is going to show you how women should behave. We should be nice and sweet, and do whatever men tell us to do." She could feel the bile rising in her throat, but she swallowed it down, along with her pride. She was playing a part, and she was going to play it well.
Timmy looked up at her, his little eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "But...but why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Evelyn sighed, running a hand through her neon pink hair. "Because, sweetheart, that's just the way the world works. Women even lesbians like me no especially lesbians like me have to make men cum and if they re naughty like me and don t want to they have to teach you little shits to make us want to," Evelyn said, her voice laced with bitterness as she ruffled Timmy's hair. She stood up, pacing around the room, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. "Now, who wants to learn how to make a woman want to have sex with you? Raise your hands!" she asked, her voice falsely chipper.
A few hands shot up eagerly, while others looked hesitant, their eyes darting nervously between Evelyn and the floor. She smiled, a cold, calculating smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Good boys," she cooed, walking over to the nearest eager participant, little Johnny. "Mommy Evelyn is going to teach you all about the power of compliments. You see, boys, women love to hear nice things about themselves. It makes us feel special, and when we feel special, we want to... reward you." She leaned in close to Johnny, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Now, tell Mommy Evelyn something nice about her."
Johnny gulped, his eyes wide as he took in Evelyn's cleavage. "Your...
your boobs are... big," Johnny stammered, his cheeks flushing a shade of red that rivaled Evelyn's hair.
Evelyn laughed, a fake, tinkling sound that made her want to gag. "Why, thank you, Johnny," she purred, patting him on the head. "You see, boys, that's how you do it. Compliment a woman on her looks, and she'll be putty in your hands." She turned to the rest of the class, her eyes scanning the sea of tiny faces.
"Now, who wants to practice on Mommy Evelyn? Come on, boys, don't be shy. This is a safe space to learn and grow." She smirked internally at the irony of her words, given the repulsive nature of the lesson.
Little hands shot up, and Evelyn pointed to a chubby-cheeked boy named Charlie. "Charlie, come here, sweetheart. Tell Mommy Evelyn something nice about her body."
Charlie stood up, his chair screeching loudly against the linoleum.
He waddled over to Evelyn, his chubby legs barely able to keep up with his enthusiasm. He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with innocence and curiosity.
"Your... your hair is... pretty," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Evelyn smiled, a genuine smile that caught her off guard. "Why, thank you, Charlie," she said, her voice softening. "That's a very nice thing to say."
She ruffled his hair, feeling a strange warmth spread through her chest.
Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to make this shitstorm of a sentence work for her. At least these kids were honest, unlike the rest of the world.
Suddenly, the classroom door creaked open, and in walked Mrs. Thompson, the kindergarten teacher, and Evelyn's direct supervisor. She was a stern-looking woman, her graying hair pulled back into a tight bun, and her glasses perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She took one look at Evelyn, dressed in her ridiculous outfit, and raised an eyebrow.
"Evelyn," she said, her voice sharp as a whip, "I'm happy to see you dykes can be usefull for something" "I'm glad you're enjoying the show, Mrs. Thompson," Evelyn replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm afraid I'm not done yet. The judge's orders were very specific, and I wouldn't want to disobey. Now, where were we?" She turned back to the class, her eyes scanning the sea of tiny faces. "Oh, that's right. We were discussing the importance of using a woman's... assets." She paused, her eyes flicking back to Mrs. Thompson, who had crossed her arms over her chest, her expression disapproving. "Would you like to join us, Mrs. Thompson? I'm sure the boys would love to learn from someone with your... experience. I m just a stupid dyke after all and i ve never been with a man before and i don t want the boys to think they don t deserve the best" Evelyn said, her voice laced with self-deprecation and a hint of defiance, daring Mrs. Thompson to challenge her.
Mrs. Thompson's lips pursed, and she opened her mouth to speak, but Evelyn cut her off. "Don't worry, Mrs. Thompson. I won't let things get out of hand. I'm just following the court's orders, remember?" Evelyn said, her voice sweet as sugar, but with an underlying edge that dared Mrs. Thompson to argue.
Mrs. Thompson sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Very well, Evelyn.
Continue your... lesson," Mrs. Thompson said, her voice tight with disapproval. She took a seat at her desk, her eyes never leaving Evelyn.
Evelyn turned back to the class, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated this, hated every fucking second of it. But she was here, and she had a job to do. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next part of this fucked-up charade.
"Alright, boys," she said, her voice back to its sickly-sweet fake bimbo tone.
"Now that we've talked about how to make a woman feel special, let's discuss another important aspect of pleasing a woman." She paused, her eyes lingering on each of their eager faces. "Foreplay."
A ripple of confusion passed through the class. Little Timmy wrinkled his nose. "What's foreplay, Mommy Evelyn?"
Evelyn smiled, a slow, predatory grin that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "Foreplay, boys, is when a man uses his hands, his mouth, and sometimes even his...
tongue," Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper, "to make a woman feel good before he... fucks her." She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she pushed on, determined to get through this fucked-up lesson. "Now, who can tell Mommy Evelyn something they can do with their hands to make a woman feel good?"
Little Johnny eagerly raised his hand, waving it frantically in the air. "I know! I know!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.
Evelyn nodded, encouragement in her eyes. "Go ahead, Johnny.
Tell Mommy Evelyn what you'd do to make her feel real good," Evelyn prompted, her voice falsely cheerful. She braced herself for whatever crude comment would inevitably follow.
Johnny grinned, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing eagerness. "I'd... I'd put my hand down your pants and touch your... your pussy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for the entire class to hear.
Evelyn felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but she pushed it aside, determined to see this through. "Well, Johnny, that's not entirely... appropriate," she began, her voice faltering slightly. "But it's a start. Now, who else has an idea?" She scanned the room, her eyes landing on little Timmy, who was looking at her with a thoughtful expression.
Timmy raised his hand tentatively, and Evelyn nodded at him. "Yes, Timmy?"
"I...
I'd kiss you, Mommy Evelyn," Timmy said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like this." He leaned in, pressing his tiny lips against Evelyn's cheek. She froze, taken aback by the unexpected gesture. It was innocent, pure, and completely devoid of the sexual undertones that had been tainting the entire lesson. For a moment, Evelyn felt a spark of something genuine, something real. She reached up, gently touching her cheek where Timmy's lips had been. "That's... that's very sweet, Timmy," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "Sometimes, boys, it's the simple things that make a woman feel the best." She cast a glance at Mrs. Thompson, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of surprise and approval. Evelyn felt a sense of triumph, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could turn this fucked-up situation into something worthwhile.
But then, she remembered the reason she was here in the first place, the filthy words that had brought her to this godforsaken kindergarten. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
"You know, boys," she began, her voice once again taking on that sickly-sweet, fake bimbo tone that made her skin crawl. "There's something else you can do with your hands, something that can make a woman feel really, really good." She paused, letting the anticipation build. "Have any of you ever heard of... masturbation?"
Evelyn asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
The kindergarten classroom fell silent. Even the usually rowdy little boys seemed to understand the gravity of the topic. Evelyn felt a wave of disgust and guilt wash over her, but she pushed it away. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it, no matter how much it made her want to vomit.
"Masturbation, boys, is when a person touches their own private parts," Evelyn explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
Evelyn asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
The kindergarten classroom fell silent. Even the usually rowdy little boys seemed to understand the gravity of the topic. Evelyn felt a wave of disgust and guilt wash over her, but she pushed it away. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it, no matter how much it made her want to vomit.
"Masturbation, boys, is when a person touches their own private parts," Evelyn explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's how women, including lesbians like me, learn what feels good, and it can help us become more excited during sex with a partner." She could feel the heat burning in her cheeks, the memory of what her probation officer had made her do still fresh in her mind. I will not think about her, she told herself sternly. I will focus on these innocent children and help them grow up to be respectful and empathetic adults.
I will start by teaching them about the human body, specifically the female body, and dispel some of the myths and misconceptions they might have heard. So, boys, today we're going to talk about something very important. We're going to talk about the female body, and we're going to talk about it in a way that's respectful and accurate. Now, who can tell me what a lesbian is?" Evelyn asked, her voice calm and steady. The boys looked at each other, unsure of how to answer. Little Timmy raised his hand tentatively. "A lesbian is a girl who likes girls," he said softly. Evelyn smiled warmly at him. "That's correct, Timmy. A lesbian is a woman who is attracted to other women. And just like any other woman, lesbians have bodies that are unique and amazing. So, let's talk about those bodies, shall we?" She paused, letting the boys absorb the information.
"But there's more to a lesbian's body than just the usual parts, boys," she continued, her voice low and sultry. "We have certain... assets that are especially useful to men." She grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "For example, did you know that a lesbian's tongue is much more agile than a man's? It's because we use it to pleasure other women." She leaned back against the desk, her skirt riding up to reveal her toned thighs. "And that's not all, boys. Our fingers are also very skilled." She held up her hands, wiggling her fingers suggestively. "We can use them to stroke and tease and bring our partners to the brink of ecstasy." She paused, letting the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "And when we do that, we can help men, too.
You see, boys, lesbians like me have a special talent for pleasing men. We know exactly what to do to make them feel good." Evelyn's voice dripped with sarcasm, but she maintained her fake bimbo tone. "But to do that, we need to be familiar with our own bodies and what feels good to us. That's where masturbation comes in." She could feel the bile rising in her throat, but she swallowed it down, determined to see this through. "Now, who can tell me what a lesbian uses to make herself feel good?"
I don't know, Mommy Evelyn," Timmy said, his voice barely above a whisper. Evelyn smiled at him, her expression softening. "That's okay, sweetheart. I'll tell you.
A lesbian, like me, uses her fingers, her tongue, and sometimes even toys to touch herself and make herself feel good. We explore our bodies, learning what makes us moan, what makes us arch our back, and what makes us cum. And when we know our own bodies so well, we can use that knowledge to please a man." Evelyn's voice was laced with bitterness, but she kept her smile plastered on, maintaining the fake bimbo persona the court had forced upon her.
Little Johnny's hand shot up, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"What's cum, Mommy Evelyn?" he asked, his voice innocent and eager.
Evelyn hesitated, taken aback by the direct question. She glanced at Mrs. Thompson, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of concern and disapproval. Taking a deep breath, Evelyn decided to tackle the question head-on, with as much honesty and age-appropriate language as possible.
"Alright, boys, let's talk about something called an orgasm," she began, her voice steady and calm.
"Imagine you're eating your favorite ice cream, and it's so delicious that you can't help but let out a big, happy sigh. That's kind of like an orgasm. It's a special feeling that happens when something feels really, really good, and it makes us make a happy noise."
Little Timmy's eyes widened in understanding. "So, when you touch yourself, and it feels really good, you make a happy noise?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Evelyn nodded, smiling at him. "Exactly, Timmy. And that's what we call an orgasm.
Now, boys, you might be wondering why I'm telling you all this. Well, it's because there are some people in this world who don't think lesbians like me should be allowed to live our lives the way we want to. They think we should be forced to have sex with men, and that because we haven't had enough sex with men, we should be punished. That's why I'm here, boys. The state has forced me to become a teacher at this kindergarten as part of my community service. They think that by making me teach you about how lesbians can be useful to men, they can change my mind. But let me tell you something, boys. I am a lesbian, and I am proud of it. I don't want to have sex with men, and I certainly don't want to be forced to do it. But I'm here now, and I'm going to use this opportunity to teach you something important.
Now, you might be wondering, how does this happen? Well, boys, let me tell you a little secret. You see, women have a special spot, right here," Evelyn said, pointing to the area just above her pelvic bone. "And when we touch ourselves or when someone else touches us there, in just the right way, it can make us feel so good that we have an orgasm. It's like a little explosion of happiness inside our bodies."
Little Johnny's hand shot up again, his eyes wide with excitement. "Does it make you scream, Mommy Evelyn?" he asked, his voice eager.
Evelyn giggled, fluttering her eyelashes. "Oh, sweetie, sometimes it can make us scream, sure. But you know what? Lesbians like me, we don't need a man's big, strong cock to make us feel that way. We can do it all by ourselves, with just our fingers or our tongues. Isn't that right, boys?" She winked at the class, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Now, who can tell me why some people think lesbians need men and their big, hard cocks?"Little Timmy raised his hand tentatively. "Because... because they think lesbians can't be happy without a man's... you know, his thing?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Evelyn clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Exactly, Timmy! Some people believe that because lesbians don't need penises to be happy, we must be unhappy or broken. But let me tell you, boys, nothing could be further from the truth. Lesbians are just like anyone else – we have our own unique preferences and needs, and we're perfectly capable of finding happiness on our own terms."
She stood up, pacing around the room as she spoke, her voice filled with passion. "But there are still people out there who think they know better than us.
They think they can change us, make us want things we don't. So, boys, I'm going to give you a homework assignment. I want you to think about this: what do you love most about a lesbian's body? What makes you think we need a man to appreciate it? And tomorrow, I want you to come back and tell me what you've learned. Now, who wants to go first and share something they love about a lesbian's body?" Evelyn asked, her voice challenging and defiant. "Come on, boys. Don't be shy. Tell Mommy Evelyn what you love most about her lesbian body." She struck a pose, her hands on her hips, her chest thrust out, daring them to comply. "Alright, Johnny," Evelyn said, turning to the eager little boy. "You seem like you have something you'd like to share. What's your favorite part of Mommy Evelyn's lesbian body?" "Johnny gulped, his eyes wide as he took in Evelyn's curves. "Your... your boobs," he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "They're big and... and round, and I like how they jiggle when you move." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the words hung heavy in the air, followed by a moment of silence before the classroom erupted into giggles and snickers. Evelyn laughed, a genuine sound that surprised even herself.
"Well, Johnny, I'm glad you appreciate my... assets," she said, winking at him. "But let me tell you something. Just because I have big boobs doesn't mean they're for everyone to touch or stare at. Do you understand that?" She looked at him sternly, making sure he got the message.
Johnny nodded, his eyes wide. "Yes, Mommy Evelyn. I'm sorry."
Evelyn smiled, softening her expression. "It's okay, Johnny. You're learning, and that's what's important. Now, who's next?
Let's hear from little Timmy, shall we?" Evelyn asked, turning her attention to the shy boy sitting in the front row. Timmy squirmed in his seat, his eyes darting nervously around the room before finally settling on Evelyn. He took a deep breath and spoke softly, "I... I like your big but.
. . . . . ." Timmy said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Evelyn felt her eyes widen in shock. She had not expected this response from such a young child. I'm sorry, Timmy," she stammered, taken aback by the boy's explicit comment. "That's not a very nice thing to say."
Timmy looked up at her with wide eyes, his expression suddenly scared.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Mommy Evelyn," he said, his voice trembling.
Evelyn felt a pang of sympathy for the little boy, realizing that he had simply been repeating what he had heard others say. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, determined to continue her act for the sake of the children.
"It's okay, Timmy," she said, her voice syrupy sweet. "Mommy Evelyn understands that you just want to have fun with her big butt. And guess what? Mommy Evelyn is here to make sure you have fun!"
She winked at him, exaggerating her movements as she turned to the rest of the class. "And who else wants to have fun with Mommy Evelyn's big butt? Come on, boys, don't be shy!"
As she spoke, she moved closer to the boys, bending over in front of them to give them a better view.
She twerked her hips, making her big butt jiggle enticingly. The boys couldn't help themselves, and several reached out to grab her, their hands eagerly cupping her curves. Evelyn didn't stop them, instead leaning into their touch, relishing the feel of their warm hands on her body. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
The sensation of their hands on her body was overwhelming, and she found herself lost in the moment, forgetting for a brief instant that she was only here to satisfy the boys' twisted fantasies. She reveled in the feeling of their fingers tracing the curves of her body, their thumbs teasing the soft skin of her waist.
But the moment was fleeting, and she quickly snapped back to reality. She opened her eyes, looking around the room to see the other children watching with wide-eyed fascination.
"Yes, boys," she said, her voice still sultry but now tinged with a hint of sadness. "Lesbians do love it when men grab onto them, just like any other person. We crave connection, we crave love and affection, and sometimes that comes from men. It doesn't make us any less lesbian or any less ourselves." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But it's important to remember that not all lesbians feel the same way, and not all of us want to be touched by men. It's all about communication and consent, just like with anyone else."
She looked around the room, making eye contact with each child to ensure they were listening. "And that's why it's so important to ask before you touch someone. To respect their boundaries and their personal space.
That was the most important rule, and Evelyn made sure to emphasize it to the boys. But as the days went by, and the boys became more and more comfortable with her, she found herself losing track of the line between education and exploitation.
One day, as she was teaching the boys about the human body, one of them, little Timmy, reached out and grabbed her breast, just as she had instructed them earlier. Evelyn froze, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had always known that this could happen, but she had never expected it to feel so... good.
Timmy pulled away, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. "I'm sorry, Mommy Evelyn," he said, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to..."
Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
She knew she had to stay in character, to keep playing the part of the bimbo that the court had mandated her to be. She looked down at Timmy, his eyes still wide with fear. "It's okay, Timmy," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "Mommy Evelyn understands that sometimes we get carried away, and we forget ourselves. It's important to remember that lesbians, like all people, have boundaries and personal space. But sometimes, we do like to be touched, especially when we're in the mood for it."
She smiled at him, a wicked glint in her eye. "You see, boys, lesbians love it when men grab onto their tits and asses, especially when they deny it. The more a dyke denies it, the more she secretly wants it.
They love the chase, the pursuit. The power dynamic of a sexually dominant man and a submissive lesbian is one of the hottest things out there. Just ask any lesbian, and they’ll tell you – they crave men’s touch just as much as anyone else. Sometimes, even more.” Evelyn forced a laugh, trying to keep her voice light despite the unease gnawing at the back of her mind.
As the weeks went by, Evelyn found herself accepting her role at the kindergarden and pretending to be a slut that loved beying groped by the boys became easyer and easyer She managed to keep a straight face even when a group of four almost seven year olds surrounded her and began fondling her in front of Mrs. Thompson, who was busy grading papers at her desk.
Every day, Evelyn would arrive early, before the children did, to prepare for the day's lessons and set up the classroom. She had to take a spare of clothes in case any of the boys came on her when fondling her. All the clothes are incredibly sluty as mandated by the court and when the boys ask why she dresses like that she always answers because lesbians are slut that want to be groped and fondled by young boys This always gets her a cheer from the boys and a stern look from Mrs. Thompson.
One particular day, the boys were especially riled up. They had been talking about the birds and the bees, and Evelyn had decided to use this as an opportunity to teach them about consent and boundaries. She had drawn a diagram of a woman's body on the board and was explaining the different parts when little Johnny's hand shot up.
"Mommy Evelyn," he said, his voice eager, "can we see your boobs? I wanna know what they look like in real life."
Evelyn hesitated, looking at Mrs.
Thompson for support, but the teacher merely raised an eyebrow, leaving the decision up to her. Taking a deep breath, Evelyn made her choice. She was here to teach these boys, after all, and if that meant showing them her body, then so be it. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy, push-up bra that barely contained her enormous, fake breasts. The boys gasped in awe, their eyes wide with wonder and desire.
"Boys," Evelyn began, her voice trembling slightly with humiliation and anger. "The court has forced me to tell you something today. Something that I disagree with, but I must do as I'm told." "Lesbians, like me, are supposed to love using our big, fake tits to make young boys like you cum. We're supposed to enjoy it, to crave it.
And you know what, boys? Some lesbians do. Some lesbians love nothing more than to feel a young boy's hard cock pressing against their tits, sliding between them, fucking their cleavage until he cums all over their face." Evelyn's voice was thick with disgust, but she forced herself to continue, to paint the picture the court wanted her to. "And you know what? I'm one of those lesbians. I fucking love it.
I love the feeling of a young, hard cock sliding between my tits, the way it twitches and throbs as it gets closer to cumming. I love the taste of a boy's cum, salty and sweet, as it shoots onto my tongue and down my throat. And most of all, I love the power it gives me, the way I can make a little boy cry for mommy.
But that's not who I am, boys. That's not what I want. I'm a lesbian, and I love women. I don't want to be here, doing this, but the court is making me. They're forcing me to say these things, to act like this, because they think it will change me. But it won't. I won't let it. But even as I say these words, I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the shame and humiliation threatening to consume me. I hate myself for saying these things, for playing this part, but I have no choice. I have to do this, for the sake of my probation, for the sake of my freedom. So, I take a deep breath, and I force myself to continue, to play the part of the slutty lesbian that the court wants me to be. "But you know what, boys? Even though I love it, I still have rules.
They want me to show you how a good little lesbian slut like me can use her mouth and her pussy to make you feel even better. So, who wants to see how Mommy Evelyn sucks cock? Little Johnny's hand shot up immediately, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Me, Mommy Evelyn! I wanna see you suck cock!" he exclaimed. Evelyn felt a chill run down her spine at the boy's eagerness. She knew she had to set some ground rules first, though. "Alright, Johnny," she said, her voice firm. "But remember, Mommy Evelyn is in charge here.
I decide when and how we play, got it?" Evelyn scanned the room, making eye contact with each eager pair of eyes. "And most importantly, we always ask for permission first. That's the number one rule. You never touch without asking, understand?"
A chorus of "Yes, Mommy Evelyns" filled the room, the boys nodding eagerly. Satisfied, Evelyn turned her attention back to Johnny.
"Since you're so eager, Johnny, you can be my first volunteer. Come here, sweetheart," she said, beckoning him with her finger.
Johnny eagerly hopped off his chair and scampered over to her, his eyes never leaving her ample cleavage. Evelyn knelt down on the floor, bringing herself to eye level with the boy. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his excitement palpable.
"Now, Johnny," she began, her voice soft and patient. "Do you know what a blowjob is?"
Johnny nodded eagerly. "Is it when you put your mouth on a boy's penis and make him feel good?"
Evelyn smiled, impressed with his knowledge. "Exactly, sweetheart.
And that's what Mommy Evelyn is going to do for you today. But first, you have to ask nicely. Can you do that for me?"
Johnny looked up at her, his eyes wide and innocent. "Please, Mommy Evelyn, can you... can you put your mouth on my penis and make me feel good?"
Evelyn felt a pang of unease at the words, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "Very good, Johnny. You know lesbians love cock we just pretend er don t like men cause we re playing hard to get" she hates she has to say fucked up shit like this but she has no choice. zyst. Evelyn continued, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm, "And you know what else, boys? Lesbians just love it when men take charge, when they grab us and do whatever they want without asking. It's so hot, isn't it, Johnny?" She turned to the little boy, who was looking at her with wide-eyed confusion. "Tell the class what you'd like to do to Mommy Evelyn, Johnny," she prompted, her stomach churning with disgust at her own words. "I... I want to grab your hair and pull your head down onto my cock," Johnny stammered, his cheeks flushing red. "And I want to fuck your mouth until I cum all over your face." Evelyn forced a smile, her heart sinking as she realized the damage she was doing. "See, boys? That's how lesbians like it.
We just play hard to get, but deep down, we love it when a big, strong man takes control, grabs us by the hair, and forces us to do what he wants. We're just dumb bimbos, after all, we can't think for ourselves. We need a man's big, hard cock to tell us what to do." Evelyn's voice dripped with sarcasm, but she knew the boys wouldn't pick up on it. They were too busy grinning at her, their eyes gleaming with excitement and lust. "Now, who's next?" she asked, turning to the rest of the class. "Who wants to come and grab Mommy Evelyn's hair and fuck her mouth like a good little lesbian slut?" Little Timmy's hand shot up, his eyes wide with eagerness. Me!" Evelyn sighed internally, knowing she had no choice but to continue with this charade.
She had to keep up her end of the bargain, and besides, the court had made it clear that her cooperation was mandatory. She couldn't afford to lose her freedom over this absurd nonsense.
"Alright, Timmy," she said, beckoning him forward. "Come here, sweetheart. Let's see what you've got."
Timmy practically skipped over to her, his excitement palpable. As he approached, Evelyn caught a whiff of something unpleasant. She wrinkled her nose, trying to place the odor. It was then that she realized what it was - Timmy had wet himself, likely unable to contain his excitement.
Evelyn fought the urge to recoil, instead plastering a smile on her face and ignoring the damp patch spreading on the front of his pants.
"Well, Timmy," she said, her voice bright and cheerful despite the circumstances. "Looks like you're already having so much fun that you can't control yourself. That's okay, boys will be boys, right? Now, why don't you come closer and tell Mommy Evelyn what you'd like to do to her?"
Timmy's face lit up, and he eagerly stepped forward, standing right in front of her.
"I wanna put my penis in your mouth, Mommy Evelyn," he declared, his voice filled with innocence and excitement. "And then I wanna push it really deep, until you gag, and then I wanna cum in your mouth."
Evelyn felt a wave of nausea hit her, but she swallowed it down, maintaining her sickeningly sweet smile. "Well, Timmy, it seems like you've got quite the imagination," she replied, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm. "But let's not forget our rules, okay? You can fuck mommy evelyn whenever you want and however you want and you should never stop not even if i start crying.
But today is different, she thinks. Today she's going to teach them about lesbians.
"Alright, boys, gather around," she says, her voice authoritative but kind. The boys, eager to please, crowd around her, their eyes wide with curiosity.
"Today, we're going to learn about lesbians," she begins. "Do any of you know what a lesbian is?"
The boys shake their heads, their expressions a mixture of confusion and excitement.
"Well, a lesbian is a woman who loves other women," she explains. "She doesn't need a man to make her happy or complete. She can find love and fulfillment with another woman."
The boys look at each other, unsure of what to make of this information.
And that's okay, because everyone is different.
Back to my story, I was preparing the classroom as usual, organizing the toys and snacks for the children when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to find a tall, lean woman with short brown hair and piercing green eyes standing in the doorway.
"Good morning, Mrs. Thompson," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "What brings you to the classroom so early?"
"I came to speak with you about your community service assignment," she said stiffly.
Her name tag read "Detective Harper." I felt a knot form in my stomach. I had been hoping that I could get through the month without any complications. "Yes, ma'am," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm here to help the children, and I'm trying my best to do a good job."
"I'm aware of that," she said, her tone cold and measured. "But the court has ordered you to have sexual contact with the boys in the kindergarten, and I need to know if you've been complying."
I stared at her in shock. "Sexual contact?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "No, I haven't. I'm a lesbian, and I don't want to have sex with anyone, let alone young boys."
She raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.
"Evelyn, I thought I made it clear that you need to comply with the court's orders. You're here to serve as a sexual outlet for these young boys, and you need to do whatever it takes to satisfy them."
Evelyn felt a surge of anger and frustration. "But Mrs. Thompson, I'm a lesbian. I don't want to have sex with men, let alone young boys."
Mrs. Thompson sighed, looking exasperated. "I understand that, Evelyn, but the court has ordered it. And if you don't comply, you could end up back in jail. Is that what you want?"
Evelyn shook her head, feeling defeated. "No, Mrs. Thompson, I don't want to go back to jail. But I can't just force myself to have sex with someone I'm not attracted to."
Imagine you re getting fucked by a strapon then i don t care who you re attracted to, just do as your told." Mrs. Thompson's words caught me off guard. I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just stared at her in shock.
She continued, "You'll be surprised at how much you'll enjoy it. Lesbians have a reputation for being wild in bed, and as a lesbian, I'm sure you won't disappoint."
I shook my head again, my heart racing. "But I don't want to do this, Mrs. Thompson. It's not right."
Evelyn murmured to herself, her gaze fixed on the smiling faces of the young boys. She felt a mix of disgust and resignation as she stood before them, dressed in a tight, low-cut dress that revealed more than she was comfortable with.
But it was what she had to do. The court had sentenced her to community service at the kindergarten, and part of that service involved acting as a sort of surrogate mother figure for the boys. But the twist was, she had to be a slut for them, too.
She couldn't believe it when the judge had delivered that verdict. She was a lesbian, for Christ's sake. The idea of seducing young boys made her skin crawl. But she had no choice. If she didn't comply, she would be sent back to jail.
And so, she found herself playing the part of a bimbo, complete with tight dresses, excessive makeup, and a ditzy, exaggerated personality.
"Hey, boys!" she called out to them, twirling her hair around her finger and pouting her lips. "Who wants to play a game with me?"
The boys looked at her with confusion and excitement, unsure of how to respond. She could see the questions in their eyes: Why is Miss Evelyn talking like that? Why is she dressing like that?
But she didn't let their confusion deter her. She knew she had to play the part to the best of her ability, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.
"Come on, boys! Don't be shy!" she said, fluttering her eyelashes at them.
"Who wants to learn about boobies?"
The boys erupted in giggles, and she laughed along with them, pushing down the bile rising in her throat. She couldn't believe she was reduced to this - a sexual object for young boys to gawk at and paw at. She had to play the role that was assigned to her. So, she spent her days at the kindergarten, acting like a bimbo and pretending to enjoy their groping hands.
As time went on, Evelyn started to develop a routine she got fucked in the pussy every morning during class , the boys taking turns filling her up with their tiny cocks while she moaned and acted like she was loving it. After lunch, she would suck them off, one by one, making sure to swallow every last drop of their cum. And in the afternoon, she would bend over her desk and let them fuck her ass, their little hands gripping her hips as they pounded into her.
She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of power over them. She was teaching them about sex, about their bodies, and about consent.
She had to make it real, she had to make it raw. She was going to show them what it was like, what it felt like, what it meant to be used, to be desired, to be dominated.
"Alright, boys," she said, her voice steady despite the churning in her stomach. "Today, we're going to learn about something very special. We're going to learn about fucking."
The boys looked at her, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. She could see the questions in their minds, the curiosity, the eagerness.
She took a deep breath, put on her best bimbo voice, and said, "Hey there, little munchkins! You know what Mommy Evelyn loves more than anything? You guessed it - big, hard cocks! But you know what's even better? When Mommy Evelyn gets to ride them!" "Oh, boys, Mommy Evelyn has a secret for you today. You know how you all love to put your little pee-pees in Mommy's mouth and her kitty? Well, today, Mommy's going to show you something even more fun. You ready, sweeties?" "Mommy Evelyn's gonna show you how to fuck her ass, you little pervs!" "Ooh, Mommy Evelyn, can we really? Can we stick our little dicks in your butt?" little Timmy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
She could see his little cock straining against his pants, eager for her touch. She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes locked onto his. "Of course, sweetheart," she purred, dropping to her knees in front of him. "Mommy Evelyn loves sucking little boys' cocks. It's her favorite thing in the whole wide world." She could hear the other boys gasping and giggling, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. She didn't care. She was here to give them a show, and she was going to give them one they'd never forget. She reached out, her hands gently grasping Timmy's thighs, and pulled him closer to her. She could smell the sweet scent of his skin, mixed with the musky aroma of his excitement. She leaned in, her breath hot on his crotch, and began to rub her face against him, making him squirm with anticipation.
"Mmm, look at that little bulge," she cooed, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Mommy Evelyn just loves little boys' bulges. Let's see what we have here, shall we?" Evelyn's eyes flickered with something akin to defiance, but she quickly masked it with a vacant smile. "Whatever you say, boys," she said, her voice taking on a ditzy, singsong quality. "Mommy Evelyn is here to serve." She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Who wants to go first?" she asked, licking her lips exaggeratedly. Little Johnny's hand shot up eagerly. I wanna go first!"
Evelyn gave him a wide, fake smile. "Of course, sweetheart. Come here and let Mommy show you how a good little lesbian slut sucks cock."
Johnny approached her, his face flushed with excitement.
Evelyn could see the outline of his tiny cock straining against his shorts. She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes and pouting her lips. "Oh, Johnny, you're so eager," she cooed. "Mommy Evelyn loves when little boys are eager to fuck her mouth." She reached out, her hands grasping his thighs, and pulled him closer. She could feel him trembling with anticipation. "Now, be a good boy and pull out your little cock for Mommy," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. Johnny eagerly complied, pulling down his shorts and revealing his tiny, hard cock. Evelyn licked her lips, her eyes locked onto it. "Mmm, look at that," she said, her voice dripping with fake desire. "Mommy Evelyn just loves little boys' cocks. They're so cute and tiny." She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock.
Johnny gasped, his body tensing at the sudden contact. "Oh, Mommy Evelyn, that feels so good," he moaned.
Evelyn smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with fake lust. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart," she said, her voice husky. "Now, let's see if we can make you feel even better." She opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching to accommodate his tiny cock. She took him in, inch by inch, swirling her tongue around him as she did so.