The Problem At Patterson Preschool  (Fg+,Fb+,extreme pedo,voy,panties,undies)

by rosebud


   I found the pair of towheaded four year olds in the closet.  Angie was
wearing only a pair of plain, little white panties without frills, and her
left hand was quite busy inside them.  Jenna on the other hand, literally,
was only covered by Angie's right hand - which was quite busy inside her
smooth little snatch.  This was not the best situation for any of us to be
in.  They certainly hadn't wanted to be caught in their baby lesbian play,
and definitely not until they were done.  I however was placed in an
extremely difficult situation.  I couldn't really let them keep doing what
they were doing, as much as I really wanted to, as such behavior is not
allowed here and I needed the job.  I also didn't need the legal hassles of
being the twenty-six year old guy who stood in the doorway watching a pair
of four year olds frig each other.  However, I was the twenty-six year old
who had walked in on a pair of four year olds frigging each other, and
while my mind was stuck in neutral at the sight and the quandary it left
me, other parts did not need my brain second guessing them.

   It had been almost three months since I had gotten any at all.  I had
been married to a woman I thought was the one to keep me on the straight
and narrow.  A woman to stop me from sliding over to my predilections for
younger partners.  She was a great lay, and dressing up like a little girl
while I played the daddy who took care of his naughty little girl had been
her idea, it was definitely fun.  I had thought things were going great
between us.  We both worked and took classes part-time until Timmy, our
son, was born three years ago.  She stuck around for awhile but for some
reason seemed to grow more and more distant, until about three months ago
she left, taking only her clothes, and a suitcase.  She left a note saying
she loved Teddy, and even me, but good-bye.  We haven't heard from her
since.

   Without my wife to watch our son, I couldn't work or take my remaining
classes.  I thought that I was saved when Wendy, one of my wife's friends
told me to come apply for work with her here at Patterson.  They
desperately needed someone.  I could bring Teddy to work with me, and they
would even watch him while I started back up college.  To top it off with
Wendy vouching for me and bad-mouthing the wife for leaving me in such a
predicament, I was a shoe-in.  I was hired as soon as they Teddy and I were
interviewed.  They said that I seemed like a fine responsible young man,
but even the best parents can end up with little monsters, so they had to
talk to him too.  Everything was working out great, I was even going to be
graduating in just under a month, so I could get a real job, and Teddy
could stay here with his friends, I thought.  Then I came upon the little
lesbos.  If not handled right this could mess up everything.

   Little Angie quickly took her hand out of her playmates pussy and her
other hand shot out of her panties so fast that they snapped her.  My still
reeling mind was unable to help, and my eyes were way to busy trying to
focus on way too many items of interest; the overall abundance of pale
pre-school skin, Angie's very erect little nipples, Jenna's puffy nipples,
Angie's little panties that gripped her the way I wanted to, Jenna's smooth
hairless little mound staring back at me, or the girls themselves.

   What seemed an eternity of awkward silence descended on the girls and I.
It must have lasted four seconds.  Knowing that she was caught red-handed
Angie stood there defiant in her panties, waiting to tell me off.  Just as
I came to my senses enough to tell them to put their clothes back on and
try to figure out the rest after that, Angie's threatened defiance buckled,
and she blurted out, "Please.  Please don't tell Miss Shiloh.  She said if
she caught me again she'd tell Mrs.  Patterson and call my daddy."

   Again?  Leapt to mind.  She'd been caught before?  How many times? 
Once? Twice?  More?  Was it always with Jenna or had the little horn dog
been corrupting the other kids?

   "Please.  Please.  We'll put our clothes back on," she said with a soft
sob and a tear started to roll down her cheek.

   How do you say no to that?  Probably easier if you're used to little
girl manipulation but I sure wasn't.  Plus her pitiful crying was having a
pronounced deflationary effect on what had been a raging love baton, and
now was shrinking as fast as it had appeared.  Well, almost as fast.

   "Both of you put your clothes back on now.  You obviously know that your
not supposed to be doing this.  Hurry up and get dressed," were the
half-sincere words that came out of my mouth.  I certainly didn't want them
to hurry, but I was stuck in a position I couldn't change.  All I could
really do was watch as Jenna reached down and pulled her panties with the
picture on the bottom of a big red apple, with a bite out of it, up across
her own bottom.  She was sliding her tangerine sun dress back on and Angie
was pulling her denim mini-skirt up when I heard someone behind me.

   Turning I saw grandmotherly Mrs.  Patterson staring down her spectacles
at both the girls and me from the doorway.

   "Uhm...  Mrs.  Patterson.  The girls were..."

   "Girls, why don't you pick up your shoes and take them to the hall I
need to talk to Mr.  Sanders for a minute."

   The girls rushed to obey and hurried themselves out to the hall.

   "That's quite alright Mr.  Sanders.  I saw.  You don't have to explain.
No.  No.  I don't think that you did anything inappropriate.  You just
happened to be the one to find them.  They're just curious is all.  I don't
what you were going to say to them, but I understand little ones pretty
well.  A little patience and a gentle firmness are always what little girls
and boys need," she said as she studied first my crotch and then my face
behind her trademark glasses.

   "No really.  I just found them in here they were playing some kind of
game."

   "I told you Mr.  Sanders, I saw.  I got here just as you opened the
closet.  I saw you take your time and weigh your response.  Your a very
good teacher Mr.  Sanders, and no one here, especially me, thinks that your
attracted to little girls.  I know that everyone's afraid of the molester
under the bed, and single fathers, like yourself, are doubly worried that
anyone might even entertain the notion that you could be the one.  However,
as men in general are terrifically turned on by the mention of two women,
and it's only logical to assume that a person who was attracted to little
girls would have the same inclinations, only directed younger, one can
surmise from your lack of even half an erection at the up close and
personal viewing of a miniature lesbian scene a mere three feet from your
face, that you truly have no interest in little girls.  Please make sure
the girls get back out to the playground, Mr.  Sanders," said Mrs. 
Patterson as she turned smartly on her heel and strode back toward the
office.

   I caught up with the girls sitting in the hall doing up the Velcro on
their shoes, with their legs spread way too wide for my comfort.  The
little muscles behind Angie's pussy were pulled so tight that it looked
like another line was running across her pussy.  Jenna's little strip of
cloth wasn't tight enough and you could clearly see the left half of her
hairless pussy.  I managed to look non-plussed about the whole thing, I
hope, and got them back outside to Wendy and the jungle gym.

   Outside on a concrete bench I found shapely Wendy with her long, auburn
locks, and bright blue eyes, reading to a semi-circle of kids at her feet.
It was just not my day to avoid inappropriate glances at hidden treasures.
Wendy's ample D-cups were near to spilling out of her tight cross-over,
pink with white polka-dot top.  Her cleavage had always been a little
distracting, but with my recent panty run-ins the brief glimpse of a pale
pink nipple was hard too ignore.  I tried to though.  My attempt to steer
my vision away from her inviting chest down to the ground turned out badly.
She was wearing a short white skirt that not only went with her top, which
I'm sure was all she was thinking of when she put it on, it nicely
accentuated her long, tan, shapely legs.  It also did not hide her silky
thighs nor did it cover them enough to keep her own white panties with a
little red bow from peeking out at me.

   It was as if the day itself were conspiring against me and thrusting
every form of temptation it could think of at me.  Trying to avoid too much
leering at Wendy's innocent but revealing attire, I had the girls sit and
moved to a seat behind Wendy.  I had thought that the view from behind
would be safe.  I was wrong.  I could no longer see Wendy's goodies, which
was good.  However, I could now see up the skirts, dresses, and shorts of
every one of the kids.

   Angie's denim skirt never seemed to come down enough to hide those white
cotton panties of hers.  Jenna's dress might have covered her cutesie
panties with the tendency to slide to the side if she had kept her knees
down, but she didn't.  Taylor's long brown hair nearly touched her little
beige skirt with the pockets.  It was riding up her thighs to reveal
another girl who was dressed by her mommy in plain white cotton panties. 
Alice's yellow spaghetti strap number that hung on her shoulders beneath
her flaxen hair, was too low on top and too high on the bottom.  It was
revealing not only a slip of yellow material between her legs, but a flat
expanse of chest with a pair tiny pink nipples.  Red headed Tammy it turned
out wasn't freckled all over, only across her cute little nose.  Tan little
Stephie's blue tube skirt did nothing to hide the little giraffe between
her legs.  Selma was the only girl who should have been partly concealed,
as she was wearing bike shorts, but there were holes in both her crotch and
the crotch of those short pants that let you see inside of her.  Maybe I
wouldn't have seen the glistening pink insides of her love tunnel if she'd
been wearing panties.

   The boys weren't any better.  All of them were wearing revealing shorts
for some reason.  Georgie's shorts were a simple red number that revealed
the elastic bands of a pair of plain white briefs.  Billy had a pair of
white running shorts that were open enough to see that he was wearing tan
bikinis?  That's what they looked like.  Michael had on boxers under his
shorts; boxers that were too big.  Boxers that opened on a smooth expanse
of hairless, little boy skin.  Bobby's blue dress shorts probably wouldn't
have been revealing at all if he hadn't snaked his hand through the leg
opening to play with his hairless little cock and in the process exposed
his right nut as well to my scrutiny.

   Even my son was trying to tempt me.  He'd splayed himself wide so he
could share with everyone just how well he'd won the time crunched argument
about putting on underwear this morning.  He was not only fully visible,
but also fully erect.

   I wanted them all.  Everyone here.  I wanted the too innocent for her
own good preschool teacher.  I wanted the little lesbos who only wanted
each other.  I wanted all the kids who were too little for school, but not
too little to expose themselves in many interesting ways to my carefully
hidden lecherous gaze.  I even wanted my son.  I was drowning in sexual
stimulation that I couldn't even admit was what I wanted.  All those
half-clad little pussies and pricks open to my view should have been
Heaven. It was Hell.

   I needed out.  I needed release.  I excused myself to Wendy for leaving
her alone, and set out for the bathroom and some measure of relief.


THE END

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