“Hello Papa!” greeted me little Cynthia, running up to me. I dropped the toys I was arranging and received the little four-year-old with open arms. It’s moments like this that make working with children worth it.
“Look Papa!” continued the little girl, taking the rim of her dress and pulling it up to show her cute little panties, pink with stamped animals.
“Wow! Are you really using panties already?” I asked, taking the opportunity to caress her little bottom with a hand.
“Yep, I didn’t wet my pullups for two whole days, so mommy told me I could use panties as long as I used the potty.”
“You really are a big girl now,” I told her, happy for her, but somewhat saddened that she was growing up. It’s a mixed feeling all too common when working with children: you love to see them grow up, but then you have to stop seeing them when they outgrow the daycare. Still, Cynthia had a long way to grow before that, since we offer caretaking for children up to twelve.
“Since you are a big girl now, I guess you want to undress on your own,” I asked the little bundle of joy, letting her dress cover her again.
“Do I have to?” she asked, clearly unhappy.
“I’ll be happy to help you as long as you want,” I assured her. I picked her up and, caresing her bottom, carried her to one of the changing tables surrounding the small children’s play area. There I removed her shoes and socks, pulled her dress over her head, removed the white shirt she wore and took a moment to look at her flat chest and diminute nipples, before laying her down on the table and lifting her legs to remove her panties.
Her little slit was beautiful: just a line between her legs that managed to hide the girl’s treasures. I couldn’t help myself, I opened the girl’s legs to get a better view of her nethers. I love how the outer lips are like a mouth, opening to reveal the little hood of her clit and the inner lips of her pussy, all pink and happy. Unfortunately I couldn’t do anything else, so I dropped Cynthia’s legs and helped her to her feet.
“Aren’t you going to play with me, Papa?” she asked, a little confused, since I didn’t play with her pussy like I normally do.
“You’re a big girl now, so you can play other games. Just remember to let an adult know if you need to use the potty.”
“Ok.” was her last response before running into the play area to join the rest of the naked children.
Most of the day passed quickly: we made sure the children shared the toys, prevent them from running outside the play area, feed some of the smaller ones, and changed a few diapers. I love watching the small children play; about half are completely naked, while the other half still wear diapers of pullups.
“Papa?” came a small voice at my side, “I think I went wee wee.” the owner of the voice was little Maurice, one of the few four-year-olds that still wore full on diapers, and not only pullups.
I smiled at her and carried her to one of the changing tables. “Not to worry, I’ll get you back to your game in no time.” I laid her on the table, opened a clean diaper next to hear and proceeded to reveal her flower. I always feel like a child on christmas eve when I’m taking off a diaper from a little girl. You first remove one of the side straps, and the left part of the diaper goes to the table, revealing a little bit of the child’s hip inside, you repeat the process with the other side and now there is only the central part covering her, and sometimes you don’t even have to move it, the diaper own elasticity makes it go down on it’s own, revealing the treasure within like a magic trick.
Her small pussy was completely open from the moment the diaper let me saw, and I would’ve love to keep her with her legs open, but I had to close them in order to lift her bottom of the table and thoroughly clean her. She had only peed, so the process was fast and fun, since it allowed me more time to caress her small pussy.
I put her down on the clean diaper and opened her legs once again, marveling at her opening flower. I would’ve love to stick my face there, lick her little clit and give the small girl an orgams, but I know she’s way too small for that. So instead I went for what I really want.
“All clean,” I told her, not yet closing the diaper. “But it seems now I need to go wee wee, can you help me?” I asked, while fishing my cock out of my pants.
“Do I get a cookie?” Asked little Maurice. I smile and agree. With the promise of the reward, Maurice readily opened up her mouth, clearly expecting me to plunge my cock in.
I must admit I was tempted, not all children are eager to perform oral sex, but clearly some of my coworkers had managed to show little Maurice that it’s not as “yucky” as they think. But one look at her still opened flower was enough to reject her offer.
“I want to go wee wee in your belly,” I told her, while I caressed her little pussy moud with my hand.
“In my belly? Why, Papa?” asked the small girl.
“Well, if I go wee wee inside your belly, and we’re very, very lucky, I could help you make a new little sister for you to play.” I explained.
Maurice’s eyes went really big at this, then she looked at her belly and back at me with some doubt, “Really?”
“Well, we would need to be very, very lucky, but I really want to try, and even if you don’t get a new sister, you still get your cookie, right?”
“Ok,” accepted Maurice with the innocence of childhood.
I didn’t waste any more time, there wasn’t any time limit to change a diaper, but if I take too long someone might think I’m slacking off.
“Now, I need you to help me”, I told the little girl on the changing table. “I need you to open your legs as much as you can, and use your hands to open your flower so my white pee can go into your belly.”
The little naked girl under me, still lying over the clean diaper, did as instructed; opening her legs almost all the way to her head, and with her little hands she opened her little pussy, exposing the extremely small entrance to her vagina.
I took my cock in hand and quickly pressed the tip against that lovely pink opening. I had no intention to try and penetrate such small opening, I just wanted as much of my sperm as possible to go into her developing womb, and perhaps make a miracle in there.
“White pee?” asked Maurice, moving a little against me. “Are you going to go wee wee in me?”
“Yes,” I managed to say amongst the pleasure of rubbing my glans against a four-year-old pussy. “I’m going to shoot my white pee inside you and try to give you a little sister.” I managed to say, before my orgasm was over me.
I forced myself not to push against the little girl, just to hold my cock still and ensure my pee hole was locked against her opening, and then started spurting globs of cum into that heavenly creature.
From my first shot, a lot of cum spurted outside her little pussy. I like to think I had already filled her little pussy, but still pressed a little hoping some of my sperm would actually made it past her cervix and into her womb.
“Are you making wee wee in me?” asked Maurice, moving her hands away after they got covered in spunk.
“Oh yes,” I managed to say as the last spurt left my cock and hopefully went into it’s mission to make this little girl pregnant.
I took a moment to reveal in the sight of her little hole dripping my seed and her pussy and mound covered in it, but quickly took the diaper and closed it. I didn’t wanted any more of my cum to drip out of her.
“But I’m wet again,” said little Maurice with some worry, holding up her little hands still covered in my cum.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need a change for that. Why don’t you lick my white pee off your hands, tell me how I taste.”
The little girl was doubtful a moment but then inserted her fingers in her mouth and licked then clean. “You taste good, Papa. But uncle Max is sweeter.” So it was Max that taught this girl how to give head.
“Ok, now go back to your games.” I told her as I put her on the ground and gave her little diaper covered ass a pat.
I know there’s really no chance of such a small girl getting pregnant, but I love to try, and who knows, I might succeed one day. My eyes went to little Tiffany, playing naked in the corner; the three-year-old no longer wears diapers, but until a month ago, every time I changed her I made a deposit into her cute little belly, and I love how from the side it looks like she’s really carrying a baby there. I know it’s just her baby fat, and that in a couple years it’ll be gone, but I love to fantasize that I really managed to get such young girl pregnant.
“So, trying for another, ‘Papa’?”, came the playful comment from Suzy, a fellow coworker. She had a cute little boy cradled in her arms, blissfully asleep with his lips around the caretakers nipple.
“You know me, I just can’t resist them.” I replied, “When are you going to let one the children knock you up, so you can start really breastfeeding them, instead of giving them only pacifiers?”
“Like you would let a child beat you to a fertile womb.” Suzy is a nice lady, I would even consider asking her out if the rules in the daycare didn’t forbade it, and if she didn’t already had a boyfriend. I think it was she that gave me the nickname “Papa” that the children all use now.