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By the Stream
by Obmuj (address withheld)

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How a fifteen year old boy becomes a man with a female 
that he had previously found so beautiful that he 
couldn't believe what they had just done. No summer day 
alongside the creek was never more perfect than this 
one. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, oral, mast, preg)

***

The hot sun of July roasted my body as I walked to the 
creek on the back side of my dad's farm. Living on the 
farm was no fun for a fifteen year old boy, especially 
one who was an only child. Our nearest neighbors with 
children my age was about two miles away. My parents 
didn't allow me to peddle my bike over to their farm 
except on Sunday afternoons. Today was Saturday, so I 
was home alone while my parents went shopping in town 
and to the feed store.

Approaching the creek, and the trees that lined the 
banks of the stream, I heard a woman's voice singing. 
Walking slowly towards the sound of the voice, I noted 
a Ford 250 parked across the creek near a break in the 
tree lines.

Normally I didn't walk to this place to swim but today 
I had hiked the distance to where our farm joined the 
neighbors for a change of scene. Moving into the trees 
I moved so I didn't make a sound as I knew who the 
truck belonged to and I hoped that the driver was not 
only singing, but swimming.

Looking through the trees I saw our neighbor's wife 
swimming nude in the creek. Actually she was floating 
on the water as she slowly moved her arms to maintain 
her floating. My eyes moved over her body and for the 
first time in my life I was viewing a nude female. At 
first I thought about leaving as this wrong to view 
Mrs. Anderson in her private time of swimming nude. But 
my teenage mind could not get the thought of viewing a 
woman nude to make me leave the creek bank.

Moments passed and finally I unzipped my pants and took 
out my cock and begin stroking my erect cock. Visions 
of my cock being inside Mrs. Anderson passed across my 
brain as I studied her breast and patch of pubic hair 
at the joint of her legs. The view of her black hair 
across the bottom of her stomach caused me to be even 
harder. Moving my eyes from her breast to her pubic 
hair caused me to shoot my cum in just a couple of 
minutes.

For the next hour I remained in my sheltered cove of 
trees and observed Mrs. Anderson as she swan, then lay 
out in the sun on her blanket getting a sun tan. If 
only I could get to the other side of the creek without 
her knowing it, made me wish to see her up closer. 
Sometimes she would move her legs and they would be 
open wider. Yet I was unable to really get a full shot 
of her pussy.

For the next two weeks, every Saturday after my parents 
went to town, I would walk to the creek where I had 
seen Mrs. Anderson. Each time I went to the creek, I 
wadded across to where I had seen Mrs. Anderson. She 
wasn't there and on this Saturday I eventually took off 
my clothes and stretched out on the towel I had brought 
with me. After a few minutes I rose and walked to the 
creek and swan for several more minutes.

Leaving the creek, I moved to my towel and lay down 
under the hot sun. Watching the few clouds pass 
overhead, and the occasional plane flying to places 
unknown, I enjoyed thinking and remembering how Mrs. 
Anderson looked nude. My cock became hard and I moved 
my hand down and started to stroke myself as visions of 
me shoving in into Mrs. Anderson. I really didn't know 
exactly what it would be like to put my cock inside 
her, but my memory of her gave me untold pleasures as I 
stroked my teenage cock.

Unknown to me as I had become so involved in jacking my 
hard on, I didn't hear Mrs. Anderson pull up in her 
truck and walk over to the creek and begin to undress. 
Then a sound of a woman speaking caused me to jump up 
from the towel and turn toward the voice saying, "Umh, 
pardon me, I didn't realize you were here Bobby."

My hand returned to cover my erect cock, but Mrs. 
Anderson spoke softly and told me. "Bobby, I'm sorry, I 
didn't mean to spy on you but this is where I come to 
swim."

Trying to apologize and keep my cock covered didn't 
work on either point. "Mrs. Anderson, I'm sorry I 
didn't hear your truck and I'll get dressed and leave, 
just don't tell my parents about what I was doing, 
please?"

"Ok, but Bobby how about if I undress and swim with 
you, would that be all right with you?" Then Mrs. 
Anderson started to remove her dress, and seeing her in 
her bra and panties about made me pass out. I still 
remember her reaching behind her and unfastening her 
bra, then pulling it from her body and revealing her 
breast no more than three feet from my eyes.

My eyes followed her hands as they moved to the band of 
her panties and her fingers hooked inside the elastic 
waistband. Her eyes were on mine and then she slowly, 
kind of rolling them, sled her panties down her legs, 
and then stepped from them. Before my eyes, was that 
black patch of hair I had jacked off too many times in 
the past couple of weeks.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman or girl before 
Bobby?" she asked.

Reaching out she took my hand in hers and told me to 
help her unfold her blanket. Still my voice was able to 
speak and then she moved down onto the blanket and told 
me to join her. I moved down, kind of facing her, and 
she spoke softly, "Bobby you must never tell anyone of 
my being nude in front of you or that we were like 
this." Then she said, "I'm married and my husband would 
kill me if he knew we were like this, but today is 
something special for me, so please promise you will 
not tell anyone."

For the next half hour we spoke about being nude and 
her life with her husband. Mrs. Anderson said she was 
thirty and Mr. Anderson, her husband Calvin, was fifty-
two, and he was jealous of any man who looked at her. 
Finally she told me that she liked being with me and if 
I wanted to kiss her it was okay.

I put my lips on her face, but not her lips as when my 
mom kissed me it was always on my cheek. Then Mrs. 
Anderson took my face in her hands and held me gently 
as she moved her lips onto mine. To say I was nervous 
would have been an understatement; I was scarred so 
badly I felt my body shaking.

"Have you ever kissed a girl Bobby?" Mrs. Anderson 
asked? Then she spoke about all kind of things 
regarding sex. My mind was unable to retain all the 
many things she was saying. The one thing I did know 
was my cock was now about to burst from being so hard. 
When Mrs. Anderson first saw me and spoke I was about 
ready to cum from jacking off to her image. Now she was 
nude next to me and even kissing me.

When she moved her tongue into my mouth I couldn't 
suppress the groan my mouth uttered. Then she pulled me 
down next to her on the blanket and for several minutes 
we discussed about how she liked me and wanted to know 
if I had ever had sex.

The next thing to happen about caused me to fall apart. 
I felt Mrs. Anderson's hand reach down and grasp my 
hard on. "Kiss my nipples Bobby, and then suck on them, 
please," she asked with a soft voice?

After a few minutes of enjoying my first time to suck a 
girl's nipples, I felt Mrs. Anderson pull me on top of 
her body. Her hands moved me until I was lying on top 
of her and then one of her hands reached between us an 
captured my cock.

Feeling her guiding me into her pussy was unlike 
anything I could ever think it would be like. It was 
warm and wet, and when I felt myself as deep into her 
body as my fifteen year old cock could reach, I shot my 
cum inside her pussy. What should I do next passed 
through my mind as Mrs. Anderson spoke to me, "Bobby, 
Bobby you went off, didn't you?"

"I was your first wasn't I," she asked me? Looking at 
me as I lay on top of her, she continued saying, "Just 
lay still but kind of move back and forth inside me, 
you'll get hard and do it again."

In no more than ten minutes I was again fully erect and 
this time she told me how to move and that I made her 
feel good. "Bobby, did you enjoy my being your first?"

After we fell apart, we lay talking and I finally told 
her about seeing her nude and swimming a few weeks 
before. This surprised her, as she told how she had 
been swimming at this spot for over eight years. I even 
told her about jacking off seeing her and even doing it 
at night in bed as I remembered seeing her nude. This 
made her happy and she told me, "That is sweet Bobby, 
and now I'm going to make you happy some more."

When Mrs. Anderson moved her face down and started 
kissing my cock, then kind of licking it some, she made 
me cry out as her mouth took my cock inside. Her mouth 
moved up and down on it and finally she pulled her lips 
until they were only on the thick part at the end. Ask 
her lips moved back and forth on the end, her hand was 
stroking me at the same time. My body responded and I 
felt the need to go off once more.

"Oh Mrs. Anderson, I'm going to..." but before I could 
tell her I was going to cum, my cock squirt off in her 
mouth. I could feel her moving her mouth completely 
down over my cock and she was drinking my cum, I knew. 
My friends and I had spoken about blow jobs but we 
always thought they would be gross and a girl would 
never take a boy's thing in her mouth.

After she was done, Mrs. Anderson said, "Call me Jewel. 
Okay Bobby?"

By now it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon and 
I told her I had to get home as my parents would be 
back in about an half hour. Before I left Mrs. Anderson 
again spoke to me about not telling anyone what we had 
done. "Perhaps we can meet here next week, if you want 
to Bobby," she told me.

"Yeah, I'd like to and I won't tell, I promise," I said 
before leaving for home. Looking back after walking 
about twenty feet, I turned and saw her watching me and 
smiling. Then she waved and told me goodbye again.

All the next week I thought of what I and Mrs. Anderson 
had done. One evening as my parents and I were eating 
my mom spoke about a neighbor girl named Betty, who was 
pregnant. Betty was in my class and I couldn't believe 
she was going to have a baby. In my innocent mind I 
wondered if Mrs. Anderson would get pregnant from what 
we had done.

"Who had Betty been dating son?" mom asked.

"No one that I know of mom, she is not allowed to date 
from what I remember from school before summer break," 
I replied.

Laughing, my dad said, "She may not be allowed to date, 
but she sure as hell found out how to part her legs."

"Stop such talk, Jim, especially in front of your son," 
Mom told dad.

Dad looked at mom and asked her, "Wasn't she working 
for the Andersons?" 

Wow, could she've gotten pregnant by Mrs. Anderson's 
husband, I wondered. Evidently my face showed some sort 
of surprise, as my mom asked me, "Son, you haven't been 
doing anything you shouldn't have, have you?"

Feeling my face turn red, I replied, "No mom, I don't 
even go any place, but can I ride my bike over to 
Dave's for a while?"

"I guess it would be okay, but be careful on the road 
and be home by eight?

When Dave and I were alone out by his barn, I asked 
him, "Did you know Betty is going to have a baby?"

"No way, heck she is just our age." Then he added, "I 
tried to feel her up a couple weeks ago, and at first 
she let me feel her breast, even inside her bra, but 
when I tried to reach up her dress, she stopped me."

Then he surprised me and said, "She told me that she 
had let someone do it to her and she maybe in trouble, 
I wonder who?"

I told Dave that Betty had been working for Mr. 
Anderson and do you suppose he was doing it to her? "My 
parents were talking about it at diner tonight, and my 
dad said she was working for Mr. Anderson." Then I told 
him what dad said about spreading her legs, "Dad, said 
she sure as hell knew how to spread her legs."

The following Saturday I walked across the field to 
where Mrs. Anderson had been the previous week. When I 
arrived her truck wasn't there, but I undressed and got 
into the creek. After a few minutes I got out of the 
water and sat on my towel. In about ten more minutes I 
heard a vehicle and turned and saw Mrs. Anderson 
heading towards the creek.

I walked over to meet her when she parked and I opened 
her door for her. She undressed, only this time she was 
wearing a halter top, with no bra, and a pair of 
shorts. She had a pair of blue panties with the design 
of a butterfly on them. The were the most beautiful 
things I had ever seen and I asked her, "Can I have 
those to take home?"

Smiling at me, Mrs. Anderson tossed them and they hit 
my face. I reached up and caught them so they didn't 
land on the ground. "That is so sweet Bobby, but don't 
tell me you wear girl's underwear," she laughing asked 
me?

"No, but they are yours and so pretty, can I really 
have them?" I asked.

"Certainly, you can have them if you want them," she 
replied.

I don't remember how we ended up together but we were 
soon making love. This time I lasted a little longer 
but after I went off, she again had me stay inside her 
until I got hard again and went off the second time.

We were lying on our sides facing each other, and I 
asked her, Did Mr. Anderson get Betty pregnant, and 
will you get pregnant from what you and I have done?"

Mrs. Anderson shot up from the blanket, and standing 
over me asked me what the hell was I talking about. 
"What do you mean did Calvin get Betty pregnant, and 
who said such a thing?"

I was so scarred that I told her the whole story, even 
about Dave and what he had said.

"Bobby, I have to leave now, but don't tell anyone 
about us." Then as she dressed, told me, "I don't know 
if I can ever meet you again, but next Saturday I'll 
try."

Giving me a light kiss on my lips, Mrs. Anderson turned 
and ran to her truck.

All week I was in a state of anxiety and worried if I 
had gotten Mrs. Anderson pregnant. Once mom mentioned 
that Betty's mother was upset as her daughter wouldn't 
say who she was pregnant by.

Finally Saturday came, but it was lightly raining but I 
still went over to the creek in hope that Mrs. Anderson 
would show up. I waited for over three hours but she 
never showed up and I finally went home with a 
tremendous disappointment in my young mind.

The following Saturday I again went back to the creek 
and thought that I hoped Mrs. Anderson showed up, plus 
the fact that summer would soon be over and then how 
could we meet.

Undressing, I lay on my towel and in about ten minutes 
I heard the sounds of a vehicle approaching and turning 
saw it was my friend Mrs. Anderson. I greeted her as 
she stepped down from the truck and she took me in he 
arms and kissed me. She didn't speak and neither did I.

Leading me to where I had my towel, she unfolded her 
blanket and removed her dress. She was nude under it 
and before long we were kissing and she was playing 
with my cock. She moved her face down and stated 
sucking on me, but only for a few moments.

Pulling me on top of her, she held her legs open and 
pulled back and my cock entered her on its own accord. 
For several minutes we made love, until I cum inside 
her pusses. As I went off, Mrs. Anderson spoke for the 
first time that day.

"Yes, come in me Bobby, come in me," Mrs. Anderson 
cried out as I shot my cum into her.

Then we lay side by side and she continued playing with 
my cock, then told me, "Bobby, you were correct, my 
husband did get Betty pregnant but her mother took for 
an abortion, and my husband gave them $5,000, plus paid 
to get rid of the baby."

My mind was in a whirl as she explained all of it to 
me, but when she said that she wasn't pregnant, I felt 
relief.

After a while she asked me to lick her pussy, as she 
had done oral sex on me, and now it was he turn. At 
first I had trouble in placing my mouth over her pussy, 
especially when I saw what I knew was my cum running 
from between the lips of her pussy. Finally I overcome 
my not wishing to touch her with my tongue, and started 
licking her between he legs.

I was amazed at how much hair she had on he stomach and 
down along the lips of her pussy. Mrs. Anderson even 
had a line of black hair that ran from her naval and 
spread out as it reached the large patch above her 
pussy. Black hair even grew down and under her pussy to 
where it passed between her hips and around her butt 
hole.

After I licked her for a while, Mrs. Anderson grabbed 
my head in her hands and seemed to guide my face hard 
against her pussy until she cried out. "Yessss, oh 
yessss, like that Bobby, don't pull away, yesss," she 
uttered somewhat loudly.

After she let go of my face she sat up and looking down 
at me said, "Bobby, oh Bobby you made me come so good." 
Then she explained that it was like I felt when we had 
sex or she sucked my cock for me until I come in her 
mouth.

In another few minutes, we had sex again, and she kept 
telling me to keep my cock in her.

For two more Saturdays we had sex and each time she 
would keep my cock in her pussy after I went off. When 
she sucked on me and I was about to go off, Mrs. 
Anderson would have me put my cock inside her pussy and 
then have me cum in her.

It has now been almost twenty years since we had sex 
together. My parents have passed away and I've married 
and have two children, a boy and a girl who are in high 
school.

Nine months after Mrs. Anderson and I last had sex 
together, she had a baby. I see her son constantly, as 
he lives with his mother, his father having passed 
away.

Last weekend, I was driving the tractor over by the 
place where Mrs. Anderson got my cherry cock. To my 
surprise, she was swimming in the creek and when she 
saw me waved. I stopped the truck and walking to the 
bank of the creek asked, "Should I undress and jump in 
with you?"

"Sure, if you don't mind seeing a fiftyish woman nude."

I undressed slowly as I looked at her and remembered 
our times here on the creek together. In the water we 
splashed and played as we had those twenty years 
before. Then we walked over to her blanket, and to my 
surprise, it was the same one on which I got my first 
taste of sex.

Looking up at me, she smiled and asked, "Can you call 
me Jewel today, please Bobby?"

"Sure, why not," I replied.

Then she lay back pulled her legs wide apart and then 
rested her feet on the blanket with her legs bent at 
the knees. "Now Bobby I want you to fuck me once more, 
if you wish to do so." Jewel added to her comment, 
"Bobby, Bobby, to think I was your first, and now come 
inside me once more."

We spent the next two hours reliving our past sexual 
delights for those twenty years before. As we finished 
the last time we engaged in sex that day, Jewel about 
blew me away.

"Bobby, after you told me about that girl Betty getting 
pregnant and you wondered if you had made me pregnant, 
I thought I needed to get even with my dear husband."

Continuing on she said, "You know Bobby, I decided to 
have your baby, and I timed it so my cycle would hit 
just right and I stopped using my device."

"The last two times we had sex, if you will remember, I 
had you stay inside me, even had you come in my pussy 
when I sucked on you," Jewel said.

Thinking to myself, am I going to hear what I think 
Jewel is about to tell me after twenty years.

Jewel motioned for me to lay my head in her lap, then 
told me her desire for me to get her with child.

"Bobby, I knew it was wrong for me, a woman in her 30's 
to have sex with a fifteen year old boy." She added, 
"When I found out you were a virgin, I wanted to be 
your first. I still remember and can see in my mind, 
how your young cock stuck straight up towards the sky 
when it was hard.

"So for two weeks in a row I had you come inside me and 
I prayed I would have your child, and I did, so my son 
is your son, also."

After hearing her words, and then she started crying, I 
pulled her down to me and before long we again were 
having sex. This time I was the one to hold myself 
inside her pussy after I shot off.

A few months later, Jewel signed the farm over to her 
son, and moved to Florida. Before she left, she called 
me and asked if we could have one last time together. 
We made arrangements to meet in a motel about an hours 
drive from we lived. The sex was long and the passions 
were as if I was again a teenager.

Jewel admitted that her husband never wanted children 
and when he had gotten Betty pregnant, she was furious. 
Then she decided to have my baby to get even. Instead 
of spite, her son became her total life, and she had 
never had sex with her husband after the baby was born.

So this and the previous times a few months ago was the 
first she had enjoyed being with a man in twenty years. 
I wanted it to be you if I ever had sex again she told 
me, and when I had showed up at the creek that 
Saturday, Jewel knew her waiting was worth it more than 
ever. When we parted from the motel, Jewel looked at me 
and asked, "What did you ever do with my panties?"

As we walked to my truck and her car, I told her, "Come 
over here," and I opened my truck and opening the glove 
box, reached in and pulled out her panties and said, 
"You take these and each time you look at them, 
remember when you gave them to me, but also today."

I never saw Jewel alive again. She lived in Tampa for 
another twenty years before she died. Her son brought 
her body back home for burial. A few days after the 
funeral I saw her son, he looked at me and said, "Mom 
left me a letter, explaining everything, dad," then he 
walked over and hugged me.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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