Perverts 'R' Us

Molesting Little Sandy

By H. Grant ( M/g, pedo, toddler, anal, ws, scat )

Pastor Jacob concluded his Sunday sermon in his usual manner. He spoke of optimism in a clouded world, persistence in the art of rightful doing, and continued faith in the lord. He believed none of these things any longer, but kept that fact hidden from everyone else. He was a pessimistic man with little belief in good anymore. Nowadays, he spent his time at the top rung of the local Baptist church. At age 56, he had been in this position for nearly two decades. He had earned the trust of the local community and was renowned for his baptism of children as young as infants.

Pastor Jacob appeared to take baptism very seriously, and often preached the idea that at least one week of private prayer and preparation in his rectory was a prerequisite for the proper baptism of any child. During the particular week that a child was preparing, he or she stayed almost exclusively with the pastor. Indeed, he had gained that much trust within his community. Not a single person questioned his beliefs or methods of private prayer and worship within his devoted congregation. He had a strong following of devoted worshipers who swooned and applauded his every sermon. Indeed, he was a master communicator in addition to being a good listener.

Infants and toddlers were different. They were considered too young to stay in the rectory for a full week. Therefore, Pastor Jacob insisted on only a few hours a day with them. No one suspected what really went on in the privacy of Pastor Jacob's rectory. And Pastor Jacob made sure that no one knew or had any evidence to the contrary of what actually took place during his "prayer and preparation" sessions. Pastor Jacob's church was located in the heart of America in one of the Bible Belt states. The state was rife with conservative Christian fundamentalists. Most of the townsfolk were poor, ignorant, and easily led to believe almost anything that included the lord's name and the phrase "Amen" in it. Pastor Jacob had chosen this small town exactly for this reason. He could get away with anything here - provided he built up a cache of trust and was a wizard with words. It took him nearly twenty years of community service and thoughtful preaching, but he eventually made believers out of the townsfolk. And now they trusted him - not only with their hearts and souls, but with their precious children as well.

Pastor Jacob was quite careful and actually fond of easing any doubts the parents might have had with regard to his rectory. He would invite teenage and adult couples experiencing dating and marital problems over for private worship and counseling. He often used the opportunity to show the parents around his private rectory. He would show them the books and prayer methods he used for small children preparing for baptism. He would show them the small nursery room he had built for infants and toddlers that spent only a few hours in his presence. And most importantly, he would show them his credentials as a renowned pastor and all the framed letters of respect and gratitude the townsfolk had bestowed upon him over his many years of public service within the small minded community. The parents and adult couples ate it right up. No one suspected that pastor Jacob was a sick child molester who liked abusing little kids - the younger the better! Indeed, all was well with Pastor Jacob, and this would probably be the case for the rest of his sick and disgusting existence.

Gradually, Pastor Jacob had taken a keen interest in the youngest children in the church. In recent years, he had passed on the baptism duties of older children to his assistants within his inner circle. Older children no longer "did it" for him. He wanted much younger meat. Nowadays, he preferred little girls and boys who hadn't learned to talk yet. He preferred toddlers! Tiny girls with little cotton t-shirts with flowers and butterflies on them, cute disposable diapers, and little bobby socks and black saddle shoes. He enjoyed the ones with little pink party dresses and adorable powder white stockings. He also liked little boys with tiny overhauls and little Winnie the Pooh underwear. He liked the baby blue trim on their cute little diapers and all the sweet little babbles they had to offer him. Pastor Jacob liked it when little girls giggled and cooed while he "played" with them. The sweet innocent smells of child breath and baby powder made his elderly cock twitch and stand up erect every time.

This particular Sunday, he had an important meeting with a distraught couple experiencing marital problems. It was 2:00 PM in the afternoon and Pastor Jacob had gone home to his private rectory and changed into a cleaner pastoral robe in order to greet them. The couple (Mr. And Mrs. Williams) came with their young child Sandy. Little Sandy was a few months short of turning three years old and Pastor Jacob had shown his fondness for her in the past - though only in a passing and non obtrusive way.

The sick degenerate Pastor greeted the couple warmly and with a firm loving hand. He planted a kiss on little Sandy's forehead and marveled openly about how adorable she looked in her cute little party dress with daisies and flowers on it. She looked sexy in her cute white stockings and black saddle shoes and smelled as if she had just been changed. The fresh scent of baby powder was plainly evident to Pastor Jacob as it appeared that Mrs. Williams had lathered the child's private areas generously with the magic kiddie dust - probably because little Sandy had made a big mess in her training panties during church. Pastor knew that little Sandy was still in the early stages of potty training and was frequently having accidents in her pull-ups despite her parents' efforts to train her otherwise. The child also seemed a bit "slow" to learn. The perverted Pastor had observed during many of his sermons as an embarrassed Mrs. Williams got up quietly with her sniveling daughter and made her way down to the church nursery. What a shameful little cunt Sandy was. Just the thought of what she had done in her diapers made his cock twitch feverishly in his trousers as he struggled to continue those sermons.

"Do come in, both of you." He said warmly to the couple.

The evil pastor smiled at them lovingly and winked at little Sandy. Her mother was holding her with one arm around her cute little bottom - her black saddle shoes dangling innocently at her mother's side. Pastor Jacob led the small family into a large living room with several comfortable chairs and a large leather couch. Sandy continued babbling small phrases and drooling on the front of her little pink party dress. Pastor Jacob's cock grew thick and ridged at the site of Sandy's strawberry red hair - all done up in soft curly locks, and her fleshy pink baby cheeks and wide green eyes. She looked so sexy and alluring - even when she drooled.

Mr. And Mrs. Williams seemed delighted to visit Pastor Jacob again. This was their third meeting with him and already it seemed they were making great strides to improving their marriage. Pastor Jacob had already given them the grand tour of his lavish rectory during a previous visit and they were quite satisfied with his credentials as a man of the lord.

Pastor Jacob spent about an hour discussing the couple's various efforts in working out their marital differences. He eased them with his quiet and reassuring voice and pretended to listen carefully to what they had to say. All the while, he watched little Sandy tottle around the room out of the corner of his perverted eye. The sick pastor was great at faking interest and pretending to listen to the couple's joys, sorrows, and concerns. The only time he really paid attention was when Sandy's name came up during the course of the boring conversation. The twisted pastor indicated that he was quite fond of little Sandy and quite glad that she had been brought along for the session. At another point during the conversation, he even allowed the feisty little tot to climb up on his lap and sit while he continued listening to the Williams couple go on and on about their stupid pathetic lives. From the bits and pieces he gathered, they were having considerable money problems and were stooped in deep financial dept. Of course, he couldn't care less. His only interest was in his potential victim - their precious daughter!

Little Sandy was curious about Pastor Jacob's black robe and would often babble and interrupt the conversation in rude fashion. The trashy little cunt definitely needed to be taught obedience and manners. She was not acting like a "proper" little girl should. Hopefully, with her parent's consent, Pastor Jacob would change all of that. In the meantime, in an attempt to ease the child's curiosity, Pastor Jacob spoke to Sandy as if she were older - explaining to her what the robe symbolized and what it meant. Mr. And Mrs. Williams were impressed with the way Pastor Jacob treated Sandy with the dignity and respect that an adult deserved and they made sure to thank him for doing so.

"You sure have a way with li'l Sandy Pastor Jacob. She seems to like you a lot." said Mr. Williams.

"Oh. I'm sure most kids do Mr. Williams. By the way, have either of you considered having her prepared for baptism? I think it's time little Sandy made a firm commitment with the lord."

"Oh yes Pastor Jacob. We were wondering bout that before we came here today." Mrs. Williams chimed in. "Ain't she a li'l young an all?"

"A child is never to young to experience the joy and blessing of baptism my dear." Pastor Jacob replied soothingly. "In fact, the younger the age, the better start she will have in experiencing the warmth and forgiveness of the lord above."

"I cannot say how much we should thank you Pastor Jacob." Said Mr. Williams. "We probably would be lost in a world of marital sin if not for your divine intervention with us. We certainly hope li'l Sandy can benefit from yer' wisdom too."

"We'd love to have you prepare her as soon as possible Pastor Jacob." echoed Mrs. Williams.

The old Pastor stroked little Sandy's strawberry red hair and leaned down to kiss her little red locks. He inhaled the smell of soft baby soap and shampoo, then he raised his head again and looked up at her white trash parents.

"I would certainly like to instruct your lovely child on the nature and importance of heavenly baptism. But first, I would like to know a few things about her in order to better understand what is needed for preparation." He said quietly.

"Go on Pastor. Shoot." said Mr. Williams flashing his chipped yellow teeth.

"Well it is extremely important that the child understands the meaning of heavenly discipline." said the evil pastor measuring his words carefully. "Tell me, has the child sinned today?"

"She certainly has Pastor Jacob." said Mrs. Williams openly. "We were sittin' in yer sermon today and she made a big poo poo right in her li'l trainin' pants!" We told her not to do that and that it was a sin an' all, but she wouldn't listen."

"Yeah she sure did Pastor J." echoed Mr. Williams. "And man did she SMELL to high heaven - had to carry her out and change her in the nursery - the li'l runt."

Clearly these parents had no idea what was truly a sin and what wasn't. Jacob smiled down at little Sandy in his lap and stroked the ignorant toddler's hair again. She was only doing what children at her age did naturally in their diapers - peeing and pooping. There certainly wasn't any shame in that. But the evil Pastor was careful not to admit this to Sandy's gullible parents. Instead, he chose to exploit the incident and take advantage of the opportunity to instruct the young couple on how he should best "train" the child to behave "normally."

"I think it would be best if I took little Sandy in beginning this week." said Pastor Jacob, measuring his next words carefully. "The good lord above looks highly upon children who have learned the meaning of good old fashioned discipline."

"You mean spankin' Pastor Jacob? Mrs. Williams asked innocently.

"Don't be so surprised Mrs. Williams." Pastor Jacob continued. "A lot of my children over the years have become closer to God - not only through the act of baptism, but through these tried and true ideologies of discipline. I can assure you, the credentials in my office can attest to my methods. They always work and the children I baptize are better off for it."

He let his voice trail off so that his words could sink in with this ignorant couple. Then he continued his verbal manipulation with their stupid little minds. The biggest part of gaining the trust of these parents and access to privacy with their lovely little "cunt" of a daughter was to lull them into a state of total compliance and acceptance. He continued stressing the importance of obedience and discipline with regard to little Sandy.

"All little Sandy needs here is some loving attention combined with some basic understanding of discipline and obedience to the lord above. By learning to obey me, she will undoubtedly learn the importance and rewards of obeying the word of God. Then I think she will be ready for the honor of baptism and she will fit right in - just like the big girls in church."

Pastor Jacob held little Sandy up and looked her right in the eye when he mentioned that last sentence. All little girls yearned to be mature and respected like "big girls" and young little Sandy was no exception. Her little green eyes brightened up when she heard him mention the words "like the big girls." Little Sandy felt a warm tingly feeling in her baby belly toward Pastor Jacob. She immediately grew fond of him as he plopped her back down on his lap and continued stroking her lovely red hair in a soothing and caring fashion. Sandy's sweet little training pants made a slight raspy noise as she fidgeted in his lap.

"I wanna pway wif pastor Jacob mommy." she babbled excitedly.

"I'm sure ya do honey bun. But Pastor Jacob is not here to play with you. He's here to teach you how to be a big girl and obey the good lord above. Ain't that right honey?" she asked looking over at her trailer trash husband.

"She's right li'l sweetheart. This Pastor knows what's best for ya. He'll teach ya how to behave and obey the good lord." Mr. Williams said firmly - agreeing with his wife.

Pastor Jacob nodded his head in quiet approval. Then he lowered little Sandy off of his lap and stood up and offered his hand to both of her willing parents.

"I suggest you bring little Sandy over here tomorrow. You can drop her off for a few hours - say between 1 PM and 4 PM and I'll get started on her training to be a big girl in the eyes of the lord."

"Oh thank heavens Pastor Jacob!" Mrs. Williams nearly hugged him. "Thank you so much. We needed a break from li'l Sandy. She's a handful to take care of - ya know, terrible two's an' all."

"I assure you I have everything a toddler needs." Pastor Jacob said reassuringly. "You don't need to bring diapers or training pants. I already have some in my private nursery room upstairs."

"Yer one of a kind Pastor J." said Mr. Williams, offering his hand. "I'm sure you'll take good care my precious daughter."

With that, Mr. And Mrs. Williams took little Sandy by each hand and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment." Pastor Jacob said lovingly. "I have something for little Sandy."

Pastor Jacob removed a small square box from his robed pocket and opened it. Inside was a small gold necklace with a solid gold cross on it. Mr. And Mrs. Williams gasped. They had never touched real gold before. They had only seen it in expensive jewelry stores.

"This is a for you little one." He said firmly as leaned down facing little Sandy.

The dumb little tot drooled a little and grew excited in her baby tummy again. She really liked Pastor Jacob.

Pastor Jacob continued...

"This is a symbol for her commitment to obedience and faith in the process of preparing for baptism. It shows she is committed to becoming a child of the Lord."

Pastor Jacob opened little Sandy's necklace of slavery and looked up at her parents.

"May I put it on her?" He asked in a most respectful manner.

"You certainly may Pastor Jacob. And thank you." Mrs. Williams offered.

Pastor Jacob took little Sandy gently by the shoulders and turned the little tot around. Her little pink party dress looked so sexy and inviting. It was a good thing that Pastor Jacob was wearing a large black robe. His cock was exploding in his trousers. The stupid little cunt looked and smelled like abuse waiting to happen. The intoxicating scent of her precious baby powdered bottom was an unmistakable reminder of the little "brown sin" she had made in her training pants earlier that morning in church. Pastor Jacob couldn't wait for the opportunity to "train" her. More accurately, he couldn't wait for the opportunity to MOLEST her!

The sick Pastor wrapped the little gold chain around Sandy's soft girlish neck and connected the clasp. She was now going to be his little toy slave for a week. And her parents had already pledged her obedience to him.

"Be sure to instruct your child on the importance of obeying me when she arrives." He said as he kissed the little "kiddie cunt" on her soft baby cheek. "I don't give away these gold crosses for nothing."

Pastor Jacob made sure to emphasize the value and worth of the gift he had bestowed upon their little white trash child. It was probably the only real gold this family was ever going to see in their stupid little lives, and Jacob knew it. He could tell by the way the Williams dressed outside of church. He could tell by where they lived. He knew that money and gold were cherished by them - perhaps even more than their only child. Because of their impoverished background, Pastor Jacob had little difficulty convincing them that obedience was "a must" in his rectory at all times.

"Don't worry Pastor Jacob." said Mrs. Williams. "By tomorrow, li'l Sandy will be ready to obey you in the eyes of the Lord."

Pastor Jacob gave them a final nod of approval as he ushered the threesome out of his private rectory. He was counting on Mrs. Williams' last words.

The next morning, Mrs. Williams bathed Sandy after her morning breakfast. She made sure to clean her daughter in all those special places so that Pastor Jacob wouldn't find her a "smelly child" and look down upon her. She wanted little Sandy to be clean in the eyes of the Lord during her preparation for baptism. When she was finished drying her daughter off, she swabbed her little pink tushy and cunny hole with wet baby wipes and lathered her soft little bottom with baby powder. Then she placed a new set of Cinderella training pants with purple unicorns on her and let the child pull them up herself.

"See Sandy? Yer a big girl now!" Her mother cheered her on as Sandy pulled her training pants up her soft, pale white thighs and snuggly around her cunny and hiney hole. "Yer gonna be such a cutie! I think Pastor Jacob is really gonna like you."

"I wanna see Pastor Jacob mommy!" chirped little Sandy as her mother opened her little pink dresser.

"I know ya do dear. I'm sure Pastor Jacob can't wait to see you too. I think he'll like you even more if you do exactly what he says and obey him without question. He is a man of the Lord and you will follow his lead. Understand?"

"Yes mommy." The little girl replied shyly.

Mrs. Williams withdrew a beautiful pair of Rainbow Bright socks and a pastel pink frilly dress with no designs this time. Then she had baby Sandy put on her little white pantyhose designed to hide her shameful training pants and compliment her dress. Then she matched the outfit with her cleanest pair of black saddle shoes - the same pair she had worn the previous day.

Finally, Mrs. Williams did her daughter's strawberry red hair up in precious little pigtails which made her look so adorable and cute. The poor mother had no idea that this only served to make little Sandy more sexy for her predator and further objectify her in the eyes of the sick Pastor.

Mrs. Williams dropped her daughter off promptly at 1:00 PM in the afternoon and returned to her part time job. She felt so grateful to Pastor Jacob for taking her little girl in for baptism training and preparation at such an early age. She felt so honored and proud that this renowned man of the cloth had taken a keen interest in her little girl. She took great comfort in the thought that little Sandy was in safe hands with this kind old man.

Pastor Jacob greeted little Sandy warmly with a long and loving hug. He let his hands message her back and shoulders for a lengthy moment - allowing the little cunt to get used to the idea of him touching her in such an intimate way. Then he took the stupid little cunt by her soft tiny hand and led her upstairs to his private nursery. Once inside, he turned on the lights and lowered the shades. Then he lay out some toys and inspected the diaper pale to make sure if was clean. He had a part time maid who came in three times a week to clean things up. Of course, he made sure to hide all evidence of sexual abuse that took place in between house cleanings.

In the meantime, he allowed little Sandy to explore her surroundings. He admired her little pastel pink party dress, sexy white pantyhose and black saddle shoes. He looked lustfully at her beautiful red hair which was all done up in cute little pigtails and wide green eyes. He also looked at her the back of her little party dress where her bottom was underneath the thin material. He observed little Sandy's innate curiosity with her new surroundings. Then he began to speak to her.

"My sweet Sandy. How adorable you are. Are you ready to serve and obey me as you would the Lord?"

Of course, he knew that little Sandy was barely old enough to understand everything he said, let alone take what she could understand very seriously. He was counting on this. She would inevitably slip up and disobey him. That would be his cue to discipline her. But Pastor Jacob also knew that in order to discipline little Sandy at the tender age of two and a half, he would also have to balance it with nurturing and affection - especially the physical kind!

Pastor Jacob was horny right off the bat, but he restrained himself and allowed his instincts to take over. He had nearly three hours to do with Sandy what he wished. He busied himself momentarily by arranging a slew of Christian picture books designed to teach young children Sandy's age the simple things about Jesus Christ and the Lord almighty. He pulled out a big oak rocking chair from the corner of the room and sat down. All the while he kept staring at little Sandy's ass. Of course it wasn't visible through her pink frilly dress, but there was plenty to imagine. The sick pastor loved it when parents dressed up their little girls for him. The little pink pastel dress that Sandy was wearing served as wonderful tease for his sick and demented cock. The disgusting middle aged worm began to twitch and stiffen at the thought of what magical pleasures and girlish surprises lay underneath that cute little dress. Indeed, this sick man could never grow tired of little baby girls Sandy's age. They were so adorable, naive, and gullible - which made them even more sexy and ripe for molestation and other forms of sickening abuse.

Little Sandy continued toddling around the small nursery room with a dumb little finger in her mouth and her little black saddle shoes making "Click Clack" noises on the hardwood floor - like a proper little girl should. The sweet little red head eyed the stuffed animals on the small shelf and started playing with them. A lot of them were based on the bible story of Noah's Arc. There were little giraffe's, elephants, dogs, cats, along with a host of other species designed to be saved by the fictional account of the impending storm according to the bible. Pastor Jacob beckoned to little Sandy and offered to read her a story if she agreed to sit in his lap.

"Come here my sweet little cunt." He degraded her. "I promise to let you play with the stuffed animals and read you a story about them from the book of the Lord."

"Weelly Pastor Jacob? Ya gonna read me a stowwy?" she babbled back at him exposing a gape in her yellow white trash teeth. She was missing a tooth in the middle.

"I sure will, little one. All you have to do is obey me and sit in my lap like a good little kiddie cunt."

Little Sandy had no idea she was being dehumanized and degraded for the sick pastor's pleasure. She thought he was complimenting her. Pastor Jacob smiled invitingly to her. She was such a dumb little cunt and quite easy to manipulate. The little girl grew excited and ran over to the rocking chair where her Pastor was sitting. She was holding a little stuffed horsey in her tiny hand. Pastor Jacob observed her red pigtails and pale white skin. She seemed well fed as her cheeks were lush, pink, and full. Her little lips looked full and healthy despite the poor condition of her baby teeth.

"That's a good little girl. You're such an obedient cunt." Pastor Jacob soothed. "Now I will reward you by letting you sit on my lap."

Little Sandy felt a rush of excitement course though her tiny little body. She was so glad that she had pleased Pastor Jacob. He was such a nice man. Her little baby tummy felt all soft and tingly at the thought of sitting up on his lap.

Gently, Pastor Jacob scooped the little kiddie tramp up in his menacing arms and plopped her down on his lap. He immediately felt the soft cushy material of her thick and thirsty training pants. They made a slight raspy noise as she wiggled and fidgeted to get comfortable. The evil pastor pushed his sick nose just below the base of her little neck and breathed in deeply. The smell of fresh baby soap and the feel of her soft kiddie skin made his thick penis grow more rigid and even harder than before.

Pastor Jacob knew that he had to get little Sandy to relax before he tried any of his finely tuned molestation tactics. He started by opening a picture book that described Jesus. He began reading to her slowly, letting his words sink into her dim little mind so that she could understand the story - at least to the certain extent that her mental age would permit. The ignorant little cunt leaned back instinctively and laid her pigtailed head against his chest. Her little white panty-hosed legs parted naturally to either side if his knees and her black saddles shoes dangled toward the hardwood floor as Pastor Jacob began to rock her back and forth on the rocking chair while he read the story.

After he finished the short story, Pastor Jacob commanded little Sandy to stay in his lap and learn the beauty and importance of "quiet time" on the rocking chair. The little tot remembered what her mommy told her about obeying the Pastor, so she obeyed. She liked Pastor Jacob a lot. She loved it when he paid attention to her and read her stories. He was just like her real daddy! She leaned her soft little body back again and began sucking her thumb and staring blankly at the little crib across the room. It reminded her of her crib at home. Gradually, she felt Pastor Jacob's free hand begin to gently message her tiny red locks of hair. His hand and finger motions were smooth and circular - focusing on her front temples and gradually work their way back toward her pretty red pigtails. The sick Pastor continued rocking the chair back and forth. This caused little Sandy to grow sleepy. She usually had her afternoon nap around this time, so if was only natural that she had begun to feel tired. The rocking of the chair only hastened the process.

Pastor Jacob continued messaging her soft red hair and smelling the sweet fragrance of her baby shampoo. It smelled like strawberries - just like the color of her hair and her thick lush cheeks. She was such a good little girl. Very obedient, submissive, and passive. Pastor Jacob liked toddlers who were quiet and docile. He liked the ones who were well disciplined in following instructions. Indeed, he would have no trouble with little Sandy. She was so soft, ignorant, and compliant. He was what he liked to refer to as a "good little cunt."

Little Sandy sighed and breathed more easily with each passing moment. Her eyes were getting heavier and she became much more relaxed with each stroke of her soft red hair and the consistent pendulum swing of the rocking chair. It was like a natural drug designed to make her more docile and relaxed. The little tyke felt another large hand wrap itself around her little waist holding her tight against the pastor's body. The sick man used his other hand to gently message her shoulders and chest. Once again, Pastor Jacob did this in a relaxing manner - almost as if he were a message therapist. The old pervert felt a little drop of child drool spill onto his hand, but he didn't mind. It was a symbol of the young child's helplessness and innocence. Gently he began to caress little Sandy's baby breasts through her pink party dress. He twithered and tweaked them ever so gently - causing the young toddler to stir and coo a little bit. The twisted pervert held her tight around the waist with his other sick hand making sure she wouldn't escape or break free should she decide to become energetic again.

But his sickening moves were flawless.

Pastor Jacob had this special kind of shoulder and body message down to a science. He had used this technique with many other helpless children before he took things further and molested them - quite often with their complete consent, willingness, and obedience. They were just too comfortable and relaxed to panic in his arms, and little Sandy was no different.

Some children struggled against his arms, and Pastor Jacob would have to turn them over his knee, pull down their panties or diapers, and smack them hard until they whaled and cried out uncontrollably. No one heard their cries of pain of course. The pastor always had his windows down and the shades drawn. He would simply wait for the children to calm down and resign themselves to his sick advances, then he had his way with them - all of them!

Little Sandy was different. She was very calm and submissive. She would be no trouble at all. She even seemed to enjoy his sick hands caressing her tiny breasts through her little child like frilly dress. The sweet little cunt was so relaxed that she didn't even notice the little drops of pee-pee squirting out of her puffy little pisser and into her little pink Cinderella training pants. Sweet magical drops of potty tinkle squirted and splashed against the front of her baby pull-up - coating it with bright yellow child urine. Little Sandy sighed and cooed again as she felt a little bit of moist warmth begin to surround her puffy little cunny. She was peeing her "big girl" panties! Yet she didn't seem to care. It felt so good and relaxing making wetsy in her training pamper. And she just loved the way Pastor Jacob was paying attention to her body with his large and powerful hands.

The sick pastor began to lower his large hand toward her belly button. Even through her tiny party dress he could feel her soft and delicate tummy. It was so small and tender. Once again, Pastor Jacob began to run his hand in a circular motion - this time around her belly. The warm and soothing rub down made little Sandy feel all warm and tingly inside her tiny little tummy. Pastor Jacob made her feel soooo special inside! A few more drops of wee-wee trickled into her training pants. The little tinkle spurts and squirts flooded her soft little cunny with a soothing damp warmth. She felt so special!

The Pastor's hand circled round and round, until he had lulled the little cunt into a state of partial sleep. It was indeed nap time for her. He could tell by her slow and heavy breathing. Though she wasn't entirely asleep (toddlers never were), she was as close to napping as she ever would be under his slick maneuvering. The pastor's cock was rigid and dripping pre-cum at the thought of molesting the little red headed twat.

Gently, he began to lower his circular motions toward the bottom portion of her dress. With a sure handed and most delicate balance, he grasped the thin material and began to raise it upward so that he could have access to her powder white stockings and little white training pants with pink trim! What an adorable little baby girl!

Little Sandy was still partially awake, but she fully trusted Pastor Jacob. She felt herself gradually being exposed as her little pink party dress was slowly hiked upward. She had finished peeing in her training panties and the feeling of warm and damp girlish piddle was now engulfing her shameful vagina. By now, her little pee-pee hole had become all swollen and puffy with the combination of wee-wee and excitement all at the same time.

Gradually, little Sandy began to feel the open air against the upper portion of her pantyhose covered thighs. Pastor Jacob had hiked her dress up all the way - exposing the crotch area of her powder white pantyhose. Her pantyhose was rather thin and quite "see through." This made it quite easy for the perverted pastor to get a sick and twisted glimpse of her little pink and white training pants underneath. Slowly, his disgusting hand slithered it's way down toward her panty-hosed crotch. Slowly and deliberately, he began to press his sick old fingers gently against the frontal portion of her little pink and white training panties.

As Pastor Jacob began to push and probe little Sandy's pink pull-ups, he felt the soft plastic material give way to his touch. Soon, he began to feel little hints of wetsy toward the lower portion of her baby Cinderella panties. The little cunt had made a pee-pee just for him! The evil pastor couldn't resist any longer. His cock was thick and rigid as a brick. He really enjoyed molesting little kids - especially ones like these who were too young and couldn't defend themselves. With the ease of a master hand crafter, he raised his hand toward the upper crest of her little pink training pants and began dipping his sick and twisted fingers inside! Gradually, her little training panties gave way to allow his hand to slide in further and deeper! Pastor Jacob felt little Sandy's soft and moist skin for the first time. It felt so smooth, soft, and delicate. His old and dirty fingers began to explore the lower part of her abdomen as the little training pull-up began to loosen and give way to his evil molesting hand.

Eventually, his dirty fingers began to touch the upper cleft of her puffy little "potty hole" where she made precious little "child squirts" and baby tinkles in her diapers. The ignorant little cunt gave no resistance. She enjoyed the attention she was getting from Pastor Jacob. Her little body was completely relaxed and docile. Instinctively, she began to spread her baby legs wider so that the sick old man could probe and prod her cunny more easily and without resistance. She enjoyed the feeling of his big hands and dirty fingers probing her soft little pisser. It felt all tingly and good inside her little totty hole and all the way up to her soft baby tummy.

The sick old man felt his cock twitch with avid anticipation as he felt the warm wetness of her pee-pee accident inside her Cinderella panties. Little Sandy's wee-wee tinkle felt so moist, warm, and childish - just like an ignorant child who hadn't been potty trained properly. Her parents were probably quite uneducated in addition to being complete morons, and it was this fact that quelled any fear Pastor Jacob may have had about the young couple finding out. Besides, little Sandy couldn't really speak full sentences yet anyhow. She was simply a stupid little girl who's only future lay in being exploited - not only as a child, but as a teenager and young adult as well.

The twisted "man of the cloth" continued inching his sick hand further into Sandy's adorable training panties. Soon he felt the cute little split in her soft chubby skin - indicating that he finally had full access to her puffy vaginal folds and smelly pee stained pussy lips. What a treat! What an adorable and obedient little cunt! Such a good little girl. So cute, adorable, docile, and submissive. And most importantly - little Sandy was ignorant. The trailer trash children were the most enjoyable for Pastor Jacob. Their parents rarely (if ever) taught them right from wrong when it came to proper or improper touching from a stranger. They were easily led to believe any lie or deception and allow themselves to be exploited for simple gifts and cheap treats like candy and attention. Pastor Jacob, eyed the little gold cross he had placed around Sandy's neck and noted how costly it was. Yet he knew the town jeweler and, as a result of his friendship, had gotten a discount on the item in addition to several others. The sick pastor reserved the jewelry for children he really wanted to get close to (particularly toddlers) and for parents who would fall for the power of money and gold - such as Sandy's ignorant parents already had.

Pastor Jacob began to fondle and tickle little Sandy's "girlie hole" with his sick and dirty fingers - gently prodding, probing, and fingering the exterior of her soft little cunt. Little Sandy let out a soft baby moan. Within seconds, the little piece of toddler trash was cooing with a combination of ignorant bliss and innocent pleasure. Another spool of wet baby dribble escaped her stupid little mouth and fell toward the front of her little pink party dress. Pastor Jacob observed the ignorant child drool all over her clothes and snickered to himself. This little one was definitely going to be a lot of fun! Already he was flexing his large hand outward so that her training pants would burst open from the pressure inside.

As expected, the soft cotton material came undone and the front of her training pants burst open and forward - exposing her chubby little "kiddie cunt" to the open air! Pastor Jacob inhaled the scent of baby piss and talcum powder all at once. His thick disgusting cock bobbed and twitched with a mind of its own at the thought of molesting little Sandy with its twisted and uncircumcised head. Gradually, it grew thick with evil gooey sperm. Within moments, tiny perverted drops of pedophile pre-cum spat from it's evil, snake-like head into his trousers beneath his robe.

The sick pastor used his fingers to part the little vaginal folds as best he could without hurting Sandy or causing her to bleed into her training pants. He didn't want any direct evidence of intrusion or sexual abuse. With her puffy little lips open and exposed, the sick man used his index finger to stroke Sandy's baby clitty. The little girl giggled and squirmed on his lap, but the twisted psychopath held her firmly to his chest.

After several minutes of this, the perverted pedophile placed the little cunt on the floor with her training pants falling around her knees and ankles. The cunning Pastor Jacob then proceeded to disrobe and take off his trousers - all the while keeping an eye on the little redheaded prize kneeling on the floor beneath him. She was cooing and babbling about his "thingy" as it popped into the open air in front of her big round eyes. After he was completely in the nude, the sick Pastor knelt down and smiled at the helpless little tyke in front of him - her chipped teeth showing as she grinned back at him with her adorable yet mischievous smile. He took her by the arms and raised them high in the air so that he could remove her little pink frilly dress and get a glimpse of her soft little titties, all ripe with pink fleshy baby fat.

After her dress was removed, the pastor gazed once again at little Sandy. Her training pants had fallen down to her angles - just waiting to be stepped out of. The sick pastor turned her around slowly and the little tot obeyed with hesitation. Her wee-wee accident made her smell a little bit, but she was still a beautiful site to see. Her bare butt smiled lovingly at Jacob as he looked down at the crack in her baby bottom. Within short order, the warmth of her tender brown anus would caress his finger with a tight and loving embrace. Toddler's poopy holes were so special because they smelled so sweet and innocent with baby powder spread all around them - concealing the shameful smell of their stinky BMs that inevitably came later.

Pastor Jacob was counting on it as he commanded little Sandy to place her hands on her knee caps and bend over so that her soft, powder white bottom would stick out for him. Little Sandy giggled as she felt the pastor's hands gently take hold of her butt cheeks and pull them apart slowly - revealing her crinkly baby powdered hiney hole! Pastor Jacob leaned in closely and smelled the sexy aroma of her soft kiddie bottom. The combination of baby powder and the faint hint of child poopy greeted his nostrils with a warm loving charm and sweet tender innocence. The pastor's ugly penis grew more thick and rigid. More drops of pre-cum leaked out of its monstrous head.

Pastor Jacob told little Sandy what a well behaved little girl she was as he gently pressed a finger against her tight, brown anal ring. He told her the good Lord above smiled down upon children who accepted gifts inside their tiny little bottoms.

Little Sandy giggled and drooled some more. Pastor Jacob wet his finger with his tongue and gently began to push it against her smelly brown anus. Little Sandy was still leaning forward with her hands against her knees as her baby butt jutted outward for the sick pastor to look at and play with. The dumb child whore was now completely at his disposal to do with as he pleased. The little cunt winced a little bit as she felt something large and ugly push into her tight round "poo-poo hole." She stopped giggling and began to sob. The pastor told her it was alright if she wanted to cry and told her the Lord above took great pleasure in watching little girls cry in pain.

Little Sandy tried not to cry. Instead, she whimpered quietly as Pastor Jacob pushed his sick finger deeper into her baby brown hole. The little spreads and sprinkles of baby powder surrounding her soft little tushy couldn't hide what Pastor Jacob's finger discovered inside. Buried deep in her tight little bottom, Pastor Jacob's finger discovered the wonders and joys of little Sandy's soft poopy smears and mushy brown logs of kiddie shit. It savored the touch and smell of little Sandy's impending BM and began to push, prod, and wiggle itself all around and deep inside her precious girlie poop! The stench of shameful and disgusting child filth made his finger hungrier for more. The ugly finger dug in hard and wiggled deeper into a friendly little log of soft brown baby poop - scooping up a little smidgen as a gift for it's master's nose.

Pastor Jacob slowly removed his finger from Sandy's rose colored bottom and watched the little anal ring close and wink shut like a trap door. The sick pervert brought his finger to his nose and smelled the little pile of brown mush that was smeared on the tip. The dirty and shameful pooey odor made Pastor Jacob's cock boil on the verge of a climax - the likes of which he had never felt before in all his previous experiences with children her age. The smell of kiddie poop was actually DOING IT for him!

Pastor Jacob commanded little Sandy to lie down on her back, open her little baby mouth, and smile for him while he deposited a little white "offering" into her tiny orifice. He told her he had a special treat that the good Lord gave to little girls who behaved themselves and let strangers stick their fingers inside their tight little hineys.

Little Sandy did as she was told. Tears of pain were quickly transforming into tears of shame and embarrassment. But through the shame, she smiled and opened her mouth obediently. The Lord above wished for her to do it. The pastor had told her what a good little girl she was. She didn't want to make the pastor angry after she had been such a good little girl.

Pastor Jacob stared lustfully at the child's open mouth and bright little smile. He didn't pay attention to the tears of guilt and shame. That would ruin it. He focused only on how "happy" little Sandy looked and how it seemed that she enjoyed these sick little games. She actually liked being molested and treated like a trashy little cunt or piece of "child filth."

"Open wide Sandy. Pastor Jacob has a gift from the good Lord above." He told her breathing heavily with lust.

The sick pastor was sweating at the brow as he leaned forward with his cock directly over Sandy's stupid little mouth. Once again, he pressed his poop stained finger to his nose and inhaled the sweet smell of Sandy's mushy brown poopy smears. He thoroughly enjoyed the site and smell of a toddler's "toilet marks" and "potty smears" on his fingers whenever he had the chance. Gradually, a strong surge of evil and sickening semen rocketed up Pastor Jacob's thick ugly shaft and shot out of the snake's head.

The first burst was huge! It splashed against little Sandy's outer lips and fleshy baby cheeks - missing the mark entirely yet finding more tender and sexy targets to decorate. Some of it dribbled down each side of her baby face toward her red pigtailed hair and ears. The second shot was more direct and landed deep inside her baby mouth with random precision - coating her soft little tongue, gums, and chipped baby teeth.

Little Sandy lost her smile as the first taste of the sickening salty fluid registered in her ignorant little brain. Yet she was too young to realize just how "objectified" she had become in the pastor's eyes. The sick pervert raised his cock a little higher and took aim at her strawberry red hair.

SQUIRRT....SPLAT....SQUIIRRRT...SSSS...SSSS...SPURRRT!!!

More cum landed on little Sandy's face and beautiful hair - coating it with a soft, white, gooey shampoo! Another thick glob of slimy white goop splashed against a sensitive area and glued her left eye shut. Little Sandy looked so cute, sexy, and adorable this way. She was now a pedophile's dream.

After he finished shooting his load all over her soft chubby cheeks, Pastor Jacob told little Sandy to suck his cock like a sweet lollipop and get it all clean for the Lord above. Little Sandy obeyed and took his soft limp penis into her baby mouth and began to suck and slurp on it like a pacifier. Once again, the little totty cunt tasted the salty stench of her master as well as the future of her existence - that of a cum-stained slut that would probably turn into a white trash prostitute in her later years.

Indeed, little Sandy would soon make the perfect fuck toy for almost any man. All she needed was a few more traumatic experiences with the Pastor in order to change the course of her impoverished life. Then she would be a sexual servant forever. No one would ever know her full life story - let alone suspect that her downward spiral in life actually began in the sanctity of a holy church!

Pastor Jacob smiled as he withdrew a small digital camera from the nursery room closet. The next two hours were spent making little Sandy pose for pictures and stick small objects into her tight little anus. Pastor Jacob loved to have little girls stick the arm of a Barbie Doll inside their sweet little bottoms and smile. He liked it when they posed with their cute little bottoms in the air and a teddy bear close by. He especially liked to take pictures of little Sandy going to the potty - on the floor! He took special shots of her soft child poop as it slithered out of her crinkly brown hole. He took even more pictures as the soft smelly globs of shit plopped onto the hardwood tiles which rested beneath the lovely round globes of her powder white baby bottom. Then he made her sit in it and mush it around so that she would look more sinful and smell more stinky and sexy for the camera. He took even more degrading pictures of her smearing her shameful poopies all over her soft round tummy and tiny little titties. The sick pastor climaxed two more times before the afternoon was over. He shot a load of cum all over her tiny poop smeared tits. He shot his third and final load all over her white trash cunny.

When all was said and done, little Sandy was reduced to a simple puddle of semen, urine, and messy brown filth all over the nursery room floor. Plenty of pictures had been taken for him to share on the Internet with his perverted friends.

Finally, the sick child molester washed the little cunt off in the bathroom. Then he dressed little Sandy in a new diaper and put her dress back on. He told her that this was all part of her baptism training and to not tell anyone about it. Not that Sandy could speak coherently anyway. It was indeed a full proof plan. Little Sandy wiped away her eyes and smiled up at Pastor Jacob. He leaned down and handed her some chocolate candy and kissed her on the cheek. Little Sandy liked chocolate candy. After a few moments of chewing on it, she had forgotten all about how ashamed she had felt and how sore her little baby bottom was. Pastor Jacob was such a nice man. She couldn't wait to see him again tomorrow.

Sandy's mother dropped by to pick her up at 4:00 PM. Her daughter looked so happy as she munched on the chocolate candy bar that Pastor Jacob had given her.

"I hope she wasn't any trouble for you Pastor Jacob." Mrs. Williams said quietly as little Sandy finished chewing her chocolate candy bar and began to fall asleep in her arms.

"Certainly not, Mrs. Williams." Pastor Jacob responded. "Your daughter is well on her way to becoming a child of the Lord. She was no trouble at all."

Pastor Jacob meant it. And Mrs. Williams drove away feeling good about what she had just heard. Her daughter had fallen fast asleep in her little child seat. She must have had a busy day.

The young mother smiled to herself. She suspected nothing.

THE END

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