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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



 

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