Over the years, Mr. Willard had earned the trust of the community by volunteering to be a boy scout instructor in addition to performing several other community related services and activities. He was especially admired by his church for volunteering to do the children's Sunday school readings down in the children's room once a week while the grownups sat in on the sermon upstairs. Tim had done these readings for the better part of two decades and had become a household name among the children within the community. Tim had openly expressed his concern for the negative nuances of television and correctly predicted that a good story telling (not to mention a good story teller) would eventually bring kids into the brighter world of imagination and religious learning. The parents within the community ate his story right up and thought of him as a crusador for the religeous education of small children. Over time, his style of story telling became legendary and eventually children from outside the church began to attend Sunday school just to hear him read.

In short, Tim Willard had become a trust worthy figure among children and parents alike in the small town of Willingboro.

But Mr. Willard had a horrible secret that no one knew. He had a sick mind filled with sexual fantasies that centered around little kids. Very young kids. Throughout his tenure as the official Sunday school reading guru, he had kept these fantasies to himself and was content with eyeing up the children as they sat on their nap time blankets and pillows and listened to him read. Often, he would pick out the "child of the week" and have him or her sit on his lap during the reading process. Then he would go home and masturbate to the feeling of the child's rear end on his lap and the entoxicating scent that each child had in his or her own unique way. It was a world of wonder and enjoyment for Mr. Willard as each child over the years had their own unique scent, appearence, and texture - even though some overlapped with others and were quite similar.

Mr. Willard read to small children ages three to six - otherwise known as the preschool / kindergarden age group. Up until now, he had kept his fantasies internalized - permitting himself only to go as far as having the children give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek - or sit on his lap (which they loved to do). But this Sunday things would be a little different, and Mr. Willard's perverted mind and penis would never be the same.

A large family had recently moved to the township of Willingboro and had chosen to attend his church. This provided the children's room with a fresh crop of new faces - two little girls and one little boy to be exact. The little girl's names were Rachel and Erin and the little boy's name was Joseph (a typical biblical name for a boy). Rachel and Erin were twins and had just turned four years old. The little boy was a little younger at the tender age of three.

When Mr. Willard entered the nursery that morning carrying his customary story book, he felt like a kid in a candy store.

*Fresh tarts* he thought to himself.

The first one to catch his eye was little Erin. She had strawberry red hair (just like her sister) that was semi short and came down to the base of her neck. She had the cutest hazel eyes that were big and round. In addition, she had a chubby set of cheeks with a pouty little mouth. She was wearing the prettiest pink dress that was rather short and she was adorned with the cutest snow white stocking hose complete with black saddle dress shoes - much like a ballerina. Her sister Rachel had the same facial features and hair style and wore a plain yellow sundress with similar hose attire and dress shoes. It was the only way Mr. Willard would be able to tell them apart that afternoon. Joseph had short blonde hair and was wearing overhauls. The overhauls bulged out slightly in the rear which was a definate indicator that the little tyke was wearing a disposable diaper or a set of training pants underneath. Mr. Willard was quite sure that Joseph had been properly diapered or "pottied" before he was allowed to come to church. Most parents took care of their children's "dirty business" before they brought them over for Sunday school. It was the standard procedure and etiquette that most parents practiced with the exception of lower class parents that clearly had no clue how to raise their kids.

Mr. Willard smiled to himself. He had seen it all before. His cock began to stir and twitch at the thought of gaining the trust of these small children - particularly the twins. They appeared to be well dressed, yet their rambunctious behavior gave Tim an early indication that these particular kids were not well parented. Their pretty little outfits appeared to be the standard "classy" Sunday school attire. But underneath, Mr. Willard had a keen eye for what these children really were - white trash. ......(cont)