Message-ID: <5388eli$9711041029@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rascal Subject: PERFECT LIFE [4/6] YEAR 5 (b/F , humor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: lacsar@poboxes.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="PL-5YR.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="PL-5YR.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <345D5767.10AC@poboxes.com> Caution: Do not read this if you are a young boy or are likely to be influenced by a story about one. Better yet, if you are underage in the part of the world where you happen to be, leave now. Caution 2: This intended to be a humorous story about a young boys experiences. No part of it is true or ,I believe, even possible. Don't even think about doing anything of what you read about here. Caution 3: If you like heavy handed and explicit descriptions of sex acts, you will not like this story. If you are still here, read on and hopefully enjoy. Perfect Life - Part 4 - Year 5 ( b/F , humor ) This week I am five and I have just made the deadline for going to kindergarden instead of continuing in daycare. I would have preferred to spend another year in daycare because of Jane. However, I have heard my Mother mention to others that Kindergarden will save a lot of money over the cost of daycare. So, I am glad to be here. We all have rugs which we have tucked into our own little cubby holes. We lay down each morning and each afternoon on our rugs and take a nap. After the second day the routine is boring considering what used to occur in daycare. During nap time this morning I finally noticed that one of the girls from my daycare class is laying just in front of me. I look and I can see up her short dress. She has colored panties on and they have mickey mouse on them. I remember from overhearing Jane that she was probably abused sexually. To me that only means that she knows what she is doing. Whether she wants it to happen is quite another thing. Everyone else seems to be napping and the teacher is gone. I reach my hand up and lightly touch her ankle. I see her eyes open and she looks at me. I'm sure she recognizes me from daycare although we have never spoken to each other. I continue to caress her ankle just as Jane taught me. She doesn't move a muscle but on the other hand she doesn't take her eyes off of me either. After a few minutes of lightly caressing her ankle and foot with my finger tips, I see a smile play across her lips. She slowly rolls over and assumes a new position that gives me a better view of Mickey Mouse. She is still looking at me and I smile my appreciation. During the next few days I manage to change my nap place so that we are in the same row, side-by-side, and on the far side of the room from the door. When the lights are dimmed for napping and the teacher leaves we wait for a few minutes and then we slowly move towards each other. We have been hugging a lot lately and tentatively touching each others' bodies. I am enjoying the opportunity it affords to practice my skills of seduction. I still don't know her other than she told me her name is Nancy. Names don't really seem to matter to either one of us. One day after our napping period when everyone is practicing drawing small animals, the teacher corners me. She is really quite pretty although I had not noticed before. She says, "When I looked through the door window during the nap period today, I saw you massaging Nancys' feet. Why were you doing that?" I told her that everyone thinks I do it very well and they like it. I tell her that since she stands on her feet a lot, she would probably enjoy having her feet rubbed. Besides, I add, I find it very difficult sleeping in the afternoon. "Well", she says, "I can't have you disturbing everyone else because you have trouble sleeping. If you would really like to massage someones aching feet you can rub on mine tomorrow during nap time." I simply nodded. The next afternoon when everyone is getting out their rugs for napping, the teacher motions for me to follow her. In the hall she waits; looking in the window to see that everyone is laying down. Then she leads me to the lounge area for teachers. She sits down on an old leather couch and puts her feet on a cassock. She takes a deep breath, sighs, and lights a cigarette. "Please make my feet feel better. I've had a rough day." she says and closes her eyes. Her feet are laying over the cassock so I can get to them. I kneel and slowly massage her left and then right foot to take out the muscle fatigue. I can feel her relaxing into the chair. Her breathing is getting heavier and slower and I change from massage to caress to see what will happen. I lightly touch, massage and caress her feet and calfs. After about five minutes she is completely limp and her breath is coming in moans. I gently move her legs apart as I caress the areas behind her knees. I can see all the way up her dress and her panty crotch is thoroughly soaked. The teacher finds that her legs and feet felt like they have had a weeks rest and were feeling just wonderful. But something else was also going on that she didn't understand. She knew she had just climaxed and it had come on so gradually that it was unexpected. Can simple massage be that powerful?. She was still dazed and could barely open her eyes. " Oh, my God", she thought. "The kid has my dress up around my waist, my legs are spread open and jacked up like a woman who's having a baby. I can see that what looks like an abnormally large cock sticking out and up from his shorts. I am still stunned and unable to move. He's now slipping his thumbs up under my wet panties while he caresses my lower ass cheeks. I've got to stop this right now. What kind of massage could he be thinking of doing to me in this position? In a hazy dream state I watch mesmerized as he caresses the edges of my vulva slowing working from the clitorus to my anus. One more pass of his fingers and I'm coming again. I'm out of control and can't stop him no matter what he does to me. I feel my panties slipping out from under me and then find myself raising up to help. His lips and tongue are laving my whole crotch area and I am coming and coming and coming. Hours seem to pass and my legs are now pressed to my chest as he slowly strokes his huge cock into me. He's kissing my lips. I can't wake up and I can't stop coming. He's killing me. I finally drift off to sleep. The teacher awoke with a start. Her female principal was shaking her shoulder and saying something about not sleeping when she has kids to take care of. I look down at myself and see that I'm fully dressed and that my panties are back on-still soaked. I apologize and dash down the hall not even knowing what time has elapsed. I look in the window and see that all the children are still laying on their rugs. It had to have been some kind of perverted dream. I look at the clock and see that only an hour has passed and it is the normal time to wake the kids up. As the children roll up their rugs I sit down behind my desk and marvel at how relaxed and alive I feel after that weird dream. I notice Billy is looking at me and I glance his way. He raises his index finger up to his mouth and gives it a big lick. I shutter in disbelief and can't stop myself from coming again. The teacher proved to be a good diversion for me. She avoided even looking at me for most of that week. But then I see she finally gives up and asks me if I would massage her feet again. I go through the whole routine again but this time the door is locked and she doesn't even pretend that she doesn't know how it is going to turn out. She simply lays back, closes her eyes and lets it all begin. I decide to at least give her a surprise. After my caresses that cause two shuttering climaxs, I start the rymthmic back and forth motion with my cock. Just as she is getting ready to climax again I slide my cock out of her and extend my fingers into her wet pussy. I keep on going in until I am up to my elbow and have hit bottom. I glance at her and she is staring at me with huge unbelievinge eyes. I then expand my fingers and slowly start to withdraw my arm. she's now wild with excitement and grabs my arm as I withdraw it to my wrist. Frantically, she slowly pulls my arm back into herself. She repeats this until she has a thunderous climax and collapses. Over the weeks I have frequently caught her just staring at me. I find that I am enjoying my year in kindergarten. The teacher is now wholeheartedly cooperating with all the things I want to try. I am also getting to know my friend from daycare better everyday. I wonder what the first grade will bring when this year is over. "What in the world", she kept thinking, "has come over me. I'm being sexually assaulted over and over again by a small five-year-old boy. And worse, I look forward to it more every day. I wake up in the morning wondering what's going to happen to me today and then find that I'm wet just thinking about it. God, he's likely to stick his foot into me next time. I keep fantasizing about his whole body sliding in and out of me repeatedly. Several times I have literally climaxed just watching him play with that strange girl he seems to like so much. But none of what I think matters. I have become his pawn and he can do anything to me that he wants. God, is this another definition of a slave?" end of Part 4 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /