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My Post College Adventures – 1
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
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My name is Jake Trenton. I am in my fifties now. This is
a continuation of my sexual adventures in the years
after college. Part 1, tells how I discovered the true
identity of the thirteen-year old middle-schooler I had
been having sex with. (M/f, ped, inc, 1st, mast)
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Part 1 Nancy's Secret
More than a decade after graduating college, I was still
in education, even though the draft had long ago ended.
The salary was not great but I loved the vacations and
perhaps the little girls still intrigued me? I was
teaching middle school in my old hometown, happily
married with two kids, and content to be faithful,
content that is until Tammy.
Tammy Swanson was a thirteen-year old who was in my
eighth grade English class. She had short blond hair, a
round butt, smooth legs, and what appeared to be nice B-
cup breasts.
Even though I had many young girl students, I seemed to
have a real connection with Tammy. Perhaps it was
because she looked a lot like my first love Nancy. Now I
never did anything more than fantasize about my students
since my hook-up with Mary when I was student teaching
but I started feeling differently about Tammy.
The problem was, that unlike aggressive Mary, Tammy was
really shy and I didn't know how I could ever get closer
to her.
Then one day I came up with a solution. As the English
teacher, I was in charge of the play. I knew Tammy was
too shy to act so I asked if she could join the crew and
be in charge of costumes. Happily she agreed.
During the many weeks of rehearsal, I really got to know
Tammy and she became quite comfortable around me. We
consulted often about the costumes and she even modeled
many of them for me.
The play was set in the late sixties and seeing some of
those costumes brought me right back to my college days.
When Tammy modeled the hip hugger bell-bottoms or tight
hot pants, she looked just like a young Nancy.
One day after practice, as she was modeling a flower
child dress, I got the surprise of my life. Tammy's
mother came by to pick her up and I was shocked. In
walked my former girl friend Nancy.
"Hi Jake," she said, hugging me. "Surprised?"
"More like shocked!" I exclaimed.
"I see that you are really connecting with my daughter
Tammy," she continued.
"Why, yes…but…but…I didn't know she was your daughter?"
I stuttered.
"Well I knew it was you when I saw you name on her
schedule," she said. "But I wanted you to get to know
Tammy before saying anything. What do you think?"
"I think she's just like you." I said. "She's a great
kid!"
"I'm glad you feel that way. We have to get home now,
but let's catch up sometime over coffee," she said. "I
trust you'll take good care of her now!"
From that point on, there was a special connection
between Tammy and I. Nancy must have told her some stuff
about us, because Tammy started asking me lots of
questions about when her mother and I were dating and
about our relationship.
One day, when the rest of the cast and crew had left,
Tammy said she had one more costume to model for me. She
came out in a sixties mini-skirt and tube top. She was
wearing a bra beneath the tube top.
"What do you think of this outfit?" she asked.
"I don't know?" I said. "Something doesn't seem right."
"Maybe this will help?" she said stepping momentarily
behind the curtain.
When she came back, it was clear she had removed her
bra.
"Does this look better? Mom said she never wore a bra
back then. Is this more like the sixties?" she asked.
"Yes it looks better. And you're right, it is kind of
like the way your mom and all the girls used to dress
back then." I admitted, somewhat uncomfortably.
"Well then, as costume manager, I think all the girls in
the whole cast should go braless," she said.
"I don't know if that will fly?" I said, but we can try.
(Oh course I wanted to see all those middle-schoolers,
with their various size titties braless!)
"So mom talks very affectionately about you. Were you
her first?" she asked, matter of factually.
I was shocked and didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, she told me she lost her virginity in high
school. She just didn't say who it was with."
"You'll have to ask her." I said. "That's a little too
personal."
"More personal than telling a thirteen-year old to take
off her bra?" Tammy asked.
"Hey, I only suggested that." I retorted.
"I wonder what mom would think about that?" she
questioned.
"Well there's no need to tell her. What would you like
to know?" I asked.
"Everything, but not here. Take me somewhere private. I
told mom you'd give me a ride and I don't have to be
home until late," she said.
Not feeling I had much of a choice, we left and headed
for the lake. The 67 Impala was long gone and I now
drove a minivan. I pulled into my favorite boyhood spot
and stopped the van.
The van had bench seats in the front and Tammy slid over
next to me to talk. I reluctantly told her the story of
the pajama party in very general terms.
Evidentially that wasn't good enough for her. She wanted
more details. As I told her more, I began to get more
detailed in my descriptions. The more graphic I got, the
more interested she seemed as she leaned closer to
listen.
She was still in the mini skirt and braless under the
tub top. As she leaned in, I could feel her breast
against me and her now exposed legs against mine. When I
looked at her, I couldn't help picture a young Nancy.
She seemed to be getting turned on by my descriptions
and at one point put her hand on my thigh, right on my
flaccid penis. Needles to say, it hardened under her
touch.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm just curious?" she said. "I'm curious about
this hard thing I'm feeling, that Mom seemed to like so
much? I'm curious to see it and I'm curious to feel it?"
Hearing this, I undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.
She reached over, wrapped her hand around it, and felt
it all over from the base to the cockhead, settling on
my shaft. After a while I felt her stroking it up and
down.
As Tammy stroked my hard-on, I slid my hand under her
skirt to the crotch of her panties. They were already
moist. Then I moved the crotch off to one side and
started rubbing her pussy.
I felt amazingly like the first time I touched Nancy's.
There was just a thin layer of pubic hair and her outer
lips were just showing signs of getting plush. Her slit
was also very slick, leading my finger right down to the
entrance of her vagina. Pushing my finger in, I was
stopped right away by her hymen.
Meanwhile my finger went up to her clitoris. It was
sticking out just a little but I coaxed it to a fuller
arousal with my moist index finger. After a while of
rubbing, she exploded in a nice orgasm.
I moved her hand off of my cock before she could make me
cum.
"Do you want to feel the same thing your mom felt?" I
asked directing her gaze to my eight-inch hard-on.
"Yes! Yes! I want to feel that hard cock inside of me. I
want to literally feel the same way Mom felt her first
time. She put me on the pill because she knows what goes
on in school although I don't think she had this in
mind?" Tammy said.
Hearing what Tammy wanted, I pulled her close and gave
her a passionate open-mouthed kiss. She kissed me back
with equal passion. I could feel her braless breasts
pressing against my chest. Then I reclined the seat
completely, forming a bed with the seat in back and
started to remove her clothes.
I started by pulling the tube top up over her head and
finally got to see those wonderful B-cup breasts. It was
like seeing a middle-school version of Nancy. And I knew
how much fuller her breasts would someday become.
Before going further, I took each nipple into my mouth
and sucked them to attention. They were as responsive as
Nancy's ever were.
When I pulled off the mini skirt, I took a moment to
look at Tammy clad only in her panties. They were the
same type of white cotton bikinis that her mother always
wore. And the aroma coming from her soaked crotch, took
be back to my college days.
Peeling them off, I was indeed looking at something from
my past. The blond covered pussy lips were temping me to
have a taste but before I could I felt Tammy reaching
over to undo my belt.
I lifted my hips, helping her to pull off both my pants
and underwear, then I slipped off my shirt and we were
both completely naked making out with me n top of her.
After making out a while, I used my hand to guide my
cock to the entrance of her thirteen-year old pussy.
Pushing forward, I felt her hymen. Instead of stopping,
I continued to push in steadily. I felt the hymen slowly
give way and then finally break. When it did, I sunk all
the way in. Tammy moaned in pleasure.
Except for the hymen, it felt exactly like my first time
with Nancy. Perhaps it was because it was the only pussy
I had had in many years that wasn't my wife's. Perhaps
it was the thrill being the first inside another little
girl's virgin pussy. Or maybe I was reliving taking
Nancy's virginity.
In any case, when I started pumping in and out I was
transported back in time. The slickness of her insides
allowed me to sink in deep. The smoothness of her
vaginal canal set the nerves of my shaft on edge. And
the tightness of her muscles gripped my cockhead like a
vice.
Tammy too seemed especially intimate. She pressed her
breasts up into me. She fed me her tongue through her
open mouth. And she wrapped her legs around my hips
sinking me deep and not letting me go.
She fucked me passionately, well beyond her experience.
All of this plus the games it was playing in my head
caused me to erupt deep inside her thirteen-year old
pussy.
Feeling this, Tammy too started to orgasm. The insides
of her pussy convulsed and milked every last drop of cum
out of my balls. She held me in her for quite a while,
savoring the feeling of my hot cum.
When I finally pulled out, she quickly slipped on her
panties, trapping the cum inside for longer. There
seemed to be an instinctual connection between us.
We lay there nearly naked, holding each other and
talking. We agreed it would be better not to tell her
mother Nancy about us. After getting dressed, I drove
her home, dropping her off in front of her house.
We continued this pattern until after the play and then
found other ways to be alone together. Our relationship
was much more than just sex; it was based on closeness
and intimacy.
One day in the spring, Nancy and I finally got together
for that coffee. After catching each other up on our
lives she got more serious.
"Jake," she said. "There is something I really need to
tell you, but you must promise it remain secret."
"Okay," I said.
"Tammy is…um Tammy is your daughter," she stuttered.
"What do you mean? How can that be possible?" I asked.
"Well remember before graduation, when we had sex that
very last time. Well I ran out of pills and that's when
it happened," she explained.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" I exclaimed.
"By the time I knew, you had moved away and were serious
about someone else so I didn't see the point in
upsetting things," she explained.
"Then I met and married Sam and he agreed to raise Tammy
as his own. He's the only father she knows and I would
like to keep it that way. Besides, you also have a
family. Is there really any reason to complicate
things?"
Seeing that I had further clouded the issue by my sexual
relationship with Tammy, I felt it best to follow her
request and not reveal the situation to anyone,
especially Tammy. That did leave me with a dilemma about
what to do with my relationship with Tammy.
I was inclined to break it off, but every time I tried,
something prevented it. Maybe I felt this was the only
way I could truly be close to my daughter and didn't
want to give that up.
In any case, we kept up our sexual relationship
throughout the rest of middle school and during the four
years of high school until Tammy went away to college.
After that we wrote but never connected physically since
she met and ultimately married a guy her own age.
Luckily Nancy never found out about us. I eventually
lost touch of both her and Nancy and moved on with my
life.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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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