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Subject: {ASSM} Not The First Time (F-solo, b-solo, pedo, mast)
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This story is fantasy, and should stay that way.  Don't do it.

   Alex studied the toy that his friend Ryan had brought from home.  Ryan
was a whole year older than Alex, and was much bigger.  Alex wanted Ryan to
like him, but more than that, he wanted to figure out this toy.  A humanoid
figure in blue sat on what was clearly supposed to be a pretend metal frame
strapped to a Dienonychus.  It had a button that would kick its
wicked-looking claws when you pushed it - Alex could feel the power of the
spring-loaded mechanism, and he could almost feel what it would be like to
sit astride one of these terrible lizards, rearing up as it kicked out with
its razor-sharp claw to disembowel his enemies.  His expression a mixture
of rapture and awe, Alex reluctantly handed the Dino-Rider back to Ryan.

   "Isn't it awesome?" Ryan asked, excited to share with his younger
friend.

   "Totally awesome," Alex agreed.

   "Naptime!" called Ms.  Elizabeth Love, the quiet, cheerful mistress of
the preschool.  She kindly directed Alex, Ryan, and their classmates into
the large room shared between the two older classes.  As the children
collected their mats and blankets, she helped set them up, making sure that
the mats were far enough apart that the children wouldn't be bothering each
other.  Once all her charges had settled, she began to cut out brown
construction paper in the shape of teddy bears for the afternoon's
activity. She allowed her mind to wander - naptime was, after all, quite
relaxing by design.

   Motion on one of the mats brought her attention back to the present.  A
child's butt had raised off the mat.  This was no problem - many of the
children slept curled up on their knees, and would arrive in that position
in several stages.  But instead of continuing up, this one settled back
down.  Elizabeth mentally shrugged and returned to her cutting.  She had
thirty-five bears to cut out, and she was on her fifth.  When she moved to
pick up the next sheet of construction paper, she happened to see the same
little behind up in the air again.

   'What's going on over there,' she wondered to herself.  She watched out
of the corner of her eye as she cut out the next bear.  Over a period of
about thirty seconds, the child's backside slowly lowered and raised once
more.  'Kid's going to run into a wall,' she thought, and stood up to make
sure the child didn't inch away.

   Immediately the motion stopped.  She could see now that it was Alex, and
that he was still in the center of his mat.  'I must have woken him up a
little when I stood up,' she thought, and wove her way through the dozing
children to Alex's mat.  She knelt down, resting on her heels so as not to
disturb any of the children, and lightly stroked Alex's light brown hair.
His breathing was calm and deep, so she stood and returned to her task.

   As she started cutting, a thought suddenly struck her.  The repetitive
motion, the up and down - what if Alex had actually been humping the mat?
Wasn't he too young for that?  Elizabeth felt a blush creep up her cheeks
as she considered this.  Now that she thought of it, she remembered hearing
stories from other teachers about this kind of thing, but she had never
seen it before.  She could feel the heat of her blush spreading down her
neck and to her chest.  That a little boy of four years old would would
masturbate in the middle of a crowded room!  She could feel a sweat
starting to break out on her brow.  She was so embarrassed she didn't know
what to do.  She glanced back at the little boy to see him moving again,
slowly, slowly settling his pelvis down.  Except now Elizabeth could only
think of his little-boy penis slowly mashing into the mat, sending little
waves of pleasure through his tiny body.  The blush that had been a 4 shot
straight up to 10, and she fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind
her.

   Her heels clicked sharply as she paced between the sink and the toilet.
'Calm down,' she told herself.  'What he's doing is perfectly natural, and
you have bears to cut out!' She put her hands on the sink and leaned on it,
taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly.  She glanced apprehensively
at her reflection.  Blonde, curly hair obscured her face for a moment,
until she gave her head a practiced toss and the unruly locks fell back
into place.  Her dark green eyes looked somehow darker yet more vibrant
against the fiery crimson shade that had taken over her skin.  The flush
extended from the roots of her hair all the way down to her chest, where it
disappeared into her blouse.

   She still felt like she was glowing with heat, and even the coolness of
the bathroom had done little to alleviate that.  She opened up the top
three buttons of her blouse and resumed pacing, fanning herself off as she
went.  Her blush was indeed all the way down to her breasts - she could
feel her nipples practically throbbing with the heat of it.  'How could a
little boy affect me so much?' she thought.  'Everyone else seemed to just
laugh it off!' She finally ended her pacing and sat on the toilet lid,
putting her head in her hands.

   'What is wrong with me?' she pondered, desperate for something to make
sense.  'Why can't I handle this like a normal person?  It's not like I'm a
prude, there's nothing wrong with little children masturbating!' With that,
the mental image of Alex's little penis returned full force, except this
time, Elizabeth was reaching out to touch the tiny prick.  Her arm was
raised and she was almost there, but the instant it had come, the mental
image disintegrated, leaving her with a burning, insistent desire between
her legs and her breath trapped in her throat.

   Elizabeth sat very still for several seconds, hardly even breathing,
while her mind reeled from her epiphaneic fantasy.  How she had made it
through over two dozen years of life without ever suspecting that she was -
a pedophile!  - she couldn't fathom.  She would be fired in an instant if
anyone ever found out.  Slowly she sat up and took stock.  She was more
turned on than she had ever been in her entire life, she had another
forty-five minutes before naptime would be over, and she had privacy.  Her
choice seemed clear.  'Besides,' she thought as she hiked up her skirt,
'Maybe it's just this fantasy, and it'll go away once I'm done with it.'
Her pale pink panties slid deliciously down her long legs, and her fingers
left trails of goosebumps and sent little jolts of pleasure straight up her
legs to the epicenter of her desire.  She shuddered and jumped as each one
hit, one after another as she slowly pulled off her panties.

   Before sitting back down on the toilet, she opened her blouse the rest
of the way and undid the front clasp on her bra, freeing her substantial
breasts.  As she sat down, she pictured each of the little boys in her care
- Alex and Ryan, James, Derek, Caden - their little hands exploring her
adult body, squeezing her full breasts, licking her ears and neck and side
with their tiny tongues.  As she gently massaged her breast with one hand,
Elizabeth traced her hand over her fine, golden pubic hair.  Her pussy was
screaming for attention, quivering and flexing in anticipation.  She spread
her legs wide and imagined the boys crowding between her thighs, five
little sets of hands holding her open for them to see.  With one finger
pointed straight at herself, she imagined she could feel Alex, that little
masturbator, cautiously entering her soft, sopping folds, his stiff little
penis sliding up and down her slit, sending velvet lightning through her
body as her cunt wailed for more.

   Elizabeth pinched her nipple as her finger/boyprick brushed against her
clit.  Her mouth hung open, her brow furrowed as she panted her arousal. 
She was so close, so close - she slowly picked up the pace of her slippery
finger, bumping it into her clit again.  She bit her lip to keep from
screaming and pinched her nipple even harder, the agony in her breast
sharpening and heightening the agony of being so close to her brewing
orgasm - like standing next to the sun, it was enormous on a cosmic scale,
and would suck her in, consume her, and utterly obliterate her.  She held
her hand still and humped her pussy onto it, holding onto the barest thread
of control to keep quiet and keep fucking herself with Alex's dick.  One
flick, another, a third - and suddenly she was drowning in the orgasm as it
crashed into her, rolled through her, swept her away into a warm, white
haze.

   Rewind.

   Alex liked naptime well enough.  He knew he was supposed to sleep, but
most of the time his brain just wouldn't calm down.  He smiled at Ms.  Love
as he took the mat from her, then raced off to set it down near the corner.
You had to be quick or you could end up in the middle of the room, and that
wasn't good.

   He pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes.  That
Dienonychus was pretty rad, he decided, hoping he was using the word right.
But there were only so many things he could imagine doing with a
Dienonychus before the novelty wore thin, and his thoughts wandered to a
much harder thing to fathom: girls.

   What was it like to be a girl?  How did it feel to pee without a peepee?
How did it all work, anyway?  The photo books his mother had shown him
about growing babies, explaining why her tummy was so big, were just some
pretty colors in weird designs.  It didn't really explain anything.  Girls
- he wanted to know everything.

   He shifted to his stomach and put his hands between his legs.  He
imagined he could somehow transform into a girl as he slowly pressed his
crotch into his hands.  It was not the first time he had done this.  He
couldn't even remember a time when he hadn't done this.  His penis squished
between his hands and started to get hard, and all he wanted was to do
more. But somehow he knew that this was private, this was not for talking
about.  So he held himself to a very slow pace, pushing his stiff little
penis down between his legs, held tight against him by his little briefs.
He was rubbing his penis oh-so-slowly on his perineum, the skin of his
scrotum caught between, when suddenly Ms.  Love stood up.  Alex
instinctively froze, and wished she would go back to not looking over where
he was.  He held his eyes almost closed, relaxed instead of squinted, and
watched as she stepped through the other children.  If she took off his
blanket, he would be caught with his hands clearly busy between his legs.
Instead of what he feared, she knelt in front of him.  Her skirt was held
open by her legs, and Alex had a perfect view up to her pink undies.  They
were folded ever so slightly in, and he could see what lay beneath moving,
changing slightly as Ms.  Love changed her position.  Alex had to remind
himself to breathe as her hand touched his hair.  One stroke, then two, and
she stood up and walked away.

   Alex's heart was racing as he watched her walk back to her work, but she
didn't seem to think anything had happened, so once she was back to
whatever she was doing, he started up again.  He wished he could have seen
more, could have reached out and touched her up between her legs.  When she
stood up again, Alex froze once more, but she left the room instead of
coming back to him.

   This was a great turn of events - it meant he didn't have to be careful
anymore.  He pushed his penis down between his legs over and over until
finally he felt the flexing deep inside him.  He clamped his legs together
and pushed his penis even harder so that everything was pinched shut and
nothing would come out as he rode the sensations.  This was what he needed,
the sating of his body's desire.  He held his position until his fingers
were stiff, then slowly relaxed and fell asleep.

   ===

   Please read more of my stories!  https://sexythxughts.blogspot.com
   Please comment!  zqmfgb (At) gmail 

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