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Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Not because I get religious instruction or spiritual edification. Not because I seek forgiveness, although let’s be honest I probably deserve condemnation more than most. It’s because nearly every week I get to fill my cup with the sights of sweet little girl pussy hiding behind adorable panties. I tuck these mental images away and get off to them all week. Sometimes I even take a few other liberties.
It started with a large video sharing site online. You know the one. Churches post videos of their services or live stream for people too lazy too attend I guess. Normally I’d have zero interest in that, but the site recommended one to me and the thumbnail caught my attention. Cute littles sitting on church steps? Hmm…looks interesting. It was interesting. A half dozen or so kiddos in Sunday best down at the steps while some teacher attempted to indoctrinate them with Bible stories—and who would have thought—the kids were obviously bored. Which means they were moving around and fidgeting and the girls in the group were sometimes revealing quick flashes of their panties. Well that’s all I needed to look for more of the same and I spent months eating up videos of similar content. Most were innocent enough. Some were surprisingly hot. Some were borderline perverse with a sweet innocent cherub itching away at her panty covered crotch with her legs splayed widely and the camera seemingly focused in on her. Ummm hello?? Was anyone actually watching these videos? Well, yes. From the view counts it was pretty clear that the videos I was most interested in also got the highest number of views. We’re the churches paying attention to the content that fit them the most views and likes? We’re parents aware? Did they purposely allow their children to put on such displays? So then I thought. Are there any local churches where I might see a similar show in person? Were there other like-minded adults I might meet up with? And this is where we really begin.
I’ve been spending several years now at one of my local churches volunteering with kids. I selected the church specifically because of the size and the presence of children. Call me a predator if you want, but I had no plans of harming anyone. All I wanted was some cute views up littles dresses. Is that too much to ask? I began attending regularly and at first the goal was only to get my views and that’s it. I’d sit near the front on the inside aisle so I had a good view up the center. After announcements and worship songs every Sunday morning there was children’s time. And every Sunday morning a dozen or so little kiddos came bounding down to the altar steps to sit, facing the congregation while either the pastor or a Sunday school volunteer gave a Bible story or similar life lesson. This was the moment I waited for. Sweet, innocent and careless little girls sitting down and carelessly showing off a bit of their big girl undies. Sometimes plain white, but often lovely pastel shades and then—when I was lucky—a cute printed pattern. Disney, hearts, I didn’t really care—but the patterned panties were my favorite. A sign of their childish innocence. Delicious. While they listened to the story the more careless girls (usually the younger ones) would shift around, move from step to step, open and close their legs—and often when doing so I was treated to peeks and sometimes overt flashes of those tantalizing little undergarments. If I was very lucky, one might begin rocking back and forth, back and forth and sometimes they’d go so far back their whole bottom would be on display with their skirt bunched over their tummy. Normal childhood antics, yes, but I’m a pervert and I was leering at such a display. I’m certain I wasn’t the only one.
Well after several months of attending regularly I began to fantasize about being one of those teachers. After all, it would garner me a close view, but that’s not all. After the children’s time the kiddos would go to children’s church away from their parents and the main congregation. So naturally if I was one of the teachers I could go with them and my panty show would continue. So I eventually volunteered my time working with the kids. They were happy enough and indicated there was openings in the nursery, after a background check of course. No problem there, I’m a good girl —hah! The nursery was not my first choice. Not only because it meant no real likelihood of panties but also I was trying to remain a good girl and I may or may not have taken too many liberties with non-verbal littles in the past when I was a teen babysitter. I didn’t really mind the thought of licking little baby pussy clean or playing with a cute little cock and getting it all hard. Or maybe just gently pushing the tip of my finger into a tiny bumhole. I WOULD enjoy these things, but I didn’t really trust myself in that environment. I did agree but made it clear that I felt God was leading me to help the slightly older children begin their lives on the correct path. My tenure in the nursery was only 6 weeks. Not only was I not where I wanted to be, I was now missing my usual Sunday morning show as the babies were kept in the nursery the entire service. It was a long 6 weeks. But, I was a good girl the entire time thank you very much. Very clinical with diaper changes. No liberties taken. See—I’m not a total monster. After 6 weeks though they needed an extra body with the older kids the following week and I was selected. I was preparing all week, researching fun games to play. I was going to be THE BEST Sunday school teacher they had ever seen. My heart was beating a million times a minute that first Sunday.
My very first Sunday as a teacher was not the best because of all the panty shots I saw. And I did see plenty from two of the girls repeatedly. One girl, four, in a teal blue dress wearing Elsa and Anna panties—fuck yes. She was all over the place, fidgety and rolling around. And another girl, seven, wearing a black skirt and pink top with plain white panties underneath. She was a twirler, and repeatedly kept getting up and twirling, letting her skirt fly up to reveal her panties. The lead teacher kept reminding her to sit down please—boo. Anyway, it was the best because I had somehow weaseled my way into the opportunity, and not only that, but because of my overly exuberant attitude and “genuine connection” with the children I was asked back, and every week since. The pastor has specifically thanked me for being so good with the kids and injecting so much energy into the kids program. I’ve encouraged lots of movement breaks. Lots of opportunities for get up, sit down. Jumping, spinning, ACTIVITY. Because physical activity is good for kids—right? And they are happier when they aren’t just sitting bored. And if I get to see more panties because of it, am I harming anyone? I’ve even begun appreciating some of the little boys when I peek at their unders when they wear loose fitting shorts. Girls will always be my favorite, but I’m warming up to them!
The children’s program is growing too. Because of my efforts alone, maybe not, but you know more littles means more opportunities for my eyes and hands to get the fix they so desperately need. Hands? Ah, yes…well as I’ve become a more permanent fixture in the class the sweet kiddos have become more physically affectionate with me. Lots of hugs, pick me up? can I sit on your lap? Who am I to deny them? If my hand softly cups their delicious soft bottom is that wrong? If my hand softly caresses a thigh and inches towards their warm crotch, have I hurt anyone?
I’ve helped a couple of the younger children in the bathroom and I was well behaved. I’m promising myself not to do anything that would jeopardize my opportunity—and what an opportunity it is. Just know readers, on Sunday afternoon when I am at home alone, my fingers are slamming in my sloppy wet pussy imagining how those sweet little cunts taste under their precious little panties. Those so-called innocent sluts showing off their naughty bits…they might not know what they are doing to me, but now you know. If you happen to have a little girl and you are going to church this Sunday—maybe dress her up in something special for me and I’ll tell you all about it. I haven’t met anyone yet who has clued me in that they are as perverse as me, but maybe that could change? I just know someone is out there who is coming to church for the same reasons. I’m young and single, come say hi!
Until then, bye :)