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Making Babies: Nancy Travis
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

My 25th "Making Babies" entry. I'm a teacher. Nancy is 
one of my students. She wasn't the hottest student, or 
the smartest, but there was just something about that 
smile. (Mf, ped, reluc, 1st, celeb-parody)

***

[Author's Note: I wanted to get going on the next cycle 
of "Making Babies" stories, I had chosen the second and 
fourth but wasn't sure who to have in this story.

I was pushing myself to think of a celebrity I'd want to 
write a "Making Babies" story about. I wanted to do 
someone recent, like from a movie or TV show, either now 
or in the past five years maybe.

Out of the blue Nancy Travis popped up, though I had 
wanted to do a younger actress. I had always enjoyed her 
acting on Becker with Ted Danson and now on Last Man 
Standing with Tim Allen, and while I love short women 
[Nancy is 5'4", over a foot shorter than myself] I was 
never particularly attracted to her sexually.

So I pushed that idea aside, and tried to focus on 
choosing a different actress. But Nancy Travis kept 
popping back into my head. I started thinking about some 
other things about her that I did like, and a story idea 
started to form.

I did some research on Nancy Travis to see if I could 
find anything useful for this story. (con't)

What I did learn was that Nancy Travis did a nude scene 
in 1988's Married To The Mob. She was topless in a large 
round bathtub (I couldn't find a decent enough clear 
shot though) and we get to see her butt. I have to say, 
Nancy Travis has one of THE best White butts I've EVER 
seen: http://nudedb.com/hd/ma/ot/married-to-the-mob-
1988-nancy-travis-hot.jpg (which makes sense, she does 
have a 36-27-38 figure). While the focal point of this 
story isn't Nancy Travis' great butt, I would have to 
say I'd like to do more than a few things to that 
awesome round backside... -drools- G]

***

[Fall 1975]

Parents don't seem to understand [or maybe they just 
don't want to understand] that one of the toughest jobs 
there is out there is to be a teacher.

If a couple are good parents, they only have to deal 
with THEIR children. I have classes of between fifteen 
to twenty students at a time I have to deal with, 
several classes a day too of course.

Aside from playing "parent" to my own students, I have 
to break up fights, listen to students' problems, chair 
school committees, deal with gang violence and drugs, 
along a host of other things that can pop up. If parents 
have trouble with their own children, they'd never make 
it as a teacher.

As tough as teaching can be, it is fulfilling most of 
the time. To see myself get through to a student, get 
them to understand something and not forget it, that can 
make a teacher's day.

Not all of my students are Einsteins. Not all of my 
students are Jugheads either. At least I don't have any 
Sweathogs, have you seen Welcome Back, Kotter? Gabe 
Kotter is a great teacher, but I couldn't deal with a 
class full of Sweathogs...

Most of my students are average. Mostly Bs, maybe some 
Cs and the occasional A. And most don't ask for help to 
improve which doesn't bother me. A teacher cannot force 
a student to improve, the student must want to him or 
herself.

One of my "average" students Freshman Nancy Travis. 
Daughter of Gordon, a sales executive, and Theresa, a 
social worker. I know because Nancy has talked about her 
home life to me once and most evenings her father is 
working late and/or her mother has to make an evening 
visit to a client.

Nancy is average in more ways than just as a student. 
I'd say her looks are average, maybe a slightly better. 
She has long, curly hair [I've never found women with 
curly hair attractive].

A skinny body with hardly any chest [though Nancy does 
have a very nice butt in those bellbottoms; of course 
I've noticed, I may be her teacher but I'm not dead you 
know]. She has a pretty face, which is her saving grace 
making her that slightly better than average.

Her brown eyes are very beautiful, but what I really 
notice about her - when she does it, which is often - is 
her smile. It's a simple smile, but it increases her 
attractiveness greatly.

One day after class she was standing next to my desk, 
books in hand, and we were talking about one of the 
clubs Nancy is involved in after school since her 
parents are usually out anyway.

As we were talking the fourteen year old gave me one of 
her patented smiles, and I was so glad the classroom was 
empty and apparently so was the hallway because the din 
of voices, slamming lockers and scuffling sneakers had 
long since ceased.

All of a sudden out of the blue I leaned down and kissed 
her on the lips without thinking after she gave me that 
smile.

Nancy dropped her books. It was the sound of them 
hitting the ground the made me come to my senses.

I quickly pulled back and took a step back from the 
girl.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Geminelli, I can't believe you just 
did that me!" Nancy gasped, having turned pale. She 
didn't move from her spot, neither of us making a move 
to pick up her books.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Travis!" I said, face hot. "I don't 
know what came over me! Please forgive me..."

Nancy mumbled something I couldn't make out.

I took a step forward to bend down to pick up her books 
and at the same time she quickly took two steps back.

When I had knelt to pick up the books Nancy said "Oh." I 
looked up and she was blushing now.

Rising up, I handed her back her books.

"I really am sorry, Miss Travis," I repeated.

"Okay, uhhh, I have to go. Bye," She stood and zoomed 
out of the classroom.

I was suddenly worried. Not that she's tell anyone on 
me, I could tell she was as upset as I was.

I was worried that I'd lost her trust.

The trust a student has for his or her teacher is 
supposed to be sacred. And I may have irrevocably 
breached Nancy's trust forever.

It weighed on me the rest of the day, that night - 
robbing me of my sleep - and most of the following day.

When the final bell rang I was kind of glad Nancy didn't 
have my last class that day. The students soon filed out 
and I was left alone.

Shaking my head, I started reading one of the reports 
that had just been handed in to me during class. So I 
didn't notice anyone enter until the door closed behind 
them.

I looked up.

"Nanc - I mean Miss Travis!" I gasped.

"It's all right," She smiled. This time I had no urge to 
kiss her.

"Listen, I... didn't mean to make such a scene yesterday 
and embarrass you. I just couldn't believe I was being 
kissed for the first time...by the one person I've had a 
huge crush on since the beginning of the school year."

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Come again?"

Nancy giggled.

"I have a crush on you, Mr. G," She admitted.

I was stunned to silence.

"I'll admit I'm not the prettiest girl in school..." 
Nancy began to say.

I thought about the hot girls in my classes over the 
years who have flirted with me or propositioned me for a 
better grade over the years.

They all knew how hot they were, how large-breasted they 
were, what great legs they had in short, short skirts, 
and hoped that'd seduce the better grade out of me. It 
never worked.

But when Nancy smiled, I'd have done anything she asked.

"But when you smile that smile you are the prettiest 
girl in school to me," I interrupted.

"Really?" She smiled.

I wasn't thinking again. Rising from my desk, I 
approached her and kissed her again, this time my hands 
roaming over her large butt.

Nancy struggled against me. Breaking our kiss and 
turning away she said "Mr. Geminelli, just because I 
have a crush on you doesn't mean I want to have sex with 
you!"

"Is it because you're a virgin?" I asked point blank.

Nancy gasped as she turned her face back to me.

"Do you have your club right now?" I asked, hoping the 
answer was no.

Nancy shook her head.

I let go of her. She didn't run away.

"Come home with me then."

"Okay," She said without hesitation. When she realized 
what she said she gasped, then blushed. But she didn't 
try to take it back.

I picked up the book reports and stuffed them into my 
bag and started to leave. Nancy followed me. I locked 
the door and we left.

Neither of us spoke the whole ride to my small 
apartment. I wasn't worried that she would change her 
mind. I had her hooked now.

Once at my apartment I locked the door and pulled her to 
me once more. Nancy didn't resist or say a word.

When I kissed her she returned the kiss eagerly.

"You're going to let me be your first?" I asked between 
kisses.

"Yes!" She said quickly.

As we kissed I undressed her. Then I stepped back and 
gazed at her young body.

"How do I look?" Nancy asked nervously.

"You're missing one thing..." I said mysteriously.

She smiled.

"This?"

She pointed at her smiling mouth.

"That's it," I said, pulling her back into my arms, 
groping her firm, naked butt. "That's exactly it."

My cock was hard now and I ground it into Nancy. She 
moaned. Her hand snaked timidly between us and touched 
my bulge through my pants.

When I didn't stop her the girl grew bolder and started 
fondling and squeezing it. It wasn't long before Nancy 
had my cock out.

She broke our kiss and backed away, eyes on my throbbing 
cock.

"I... I never seen one before..." Nancy admitted. "It - 
it's so big!" She gulped.

I quickly undressed myself and she ogled the rest of my 
muscular body. I got into weightlifting as a teenager 
and kept with it over the years.

Slipping my arm around her waist, I led Nancy to my 
bedroom. I pulled the covers to the foot of the bed and 
climbed into bed, pulling her in with me and pulling the 
covers up to our waists.

I started kissing her again as Nancy stroked me cock. I 
slipped my hand between her legs. Her unshaven pussy was 
soaked.

"This is going to hurt, isn't it?" Nancy asked 
nervously.

I nodded. "It will, but just for a little while, then 
it'll only feel good."

"Then let's do it!" Nancy said, laying on her back. "I 
don't want to postpone it any longer or I might chicken 
out!" She giggled.

I climbed on top of the fourteen year old and rubbed my 
cock along her very wet slit, coating the underside and 
head with her juices.

Grabbing my cock, I pushed the head into her. Putting my 
hand on either side of her head, I slammed my cock 
through her hymen.

Nancy stiffened, threw back her head and screamed 
through gritted teeth.

I pulled back and kept fucking her at a rapid pace. Her 
body began to relax, and she let her mouth fall open. 
Nancy started moaning softly. She had a look of euphoria 
on her face.

"Mmmm... This doesn't just feel good," She sighed. "It 
feels great!"

"Just wait until you orgasm," I winked. "That's when the 
REAL fun begins."

I kept pumping in and out of Nancy hard and fast, and 
she started gasping and writhing under me.

"Oh my goodness," she hissed.

Whimpering, Nancy cried out as the first orgasm wracked 
her frail young body.

"Oh wow!" She smiled as she came. "Oh wow oh wow oh 
wow!"

I grinned as I fucked her harder and her young, tight 
pussy spasmed wildly around my invading cock.

Nancy's orgasms seemed to progressively increase in 
intensity as I fucked her harder and harder. She 
orgasmed longer each time as well.

She came a few dozen times before my own orgasm came 
thirty minutes later. I grunted as my cock swelled up in 
Nancy and exploded stream after stream of thick semen 
deep inside of the girl. She smiled up at me as I filled 
her with my heavy load.

Spent, I pulled out and rolled onto my back beside her. 
Nancy immediately rolled on top of me, grinning like a 
fool the whole time.

"I feel so different," She mused. "Like I'm someone 
else. I like it!"

I kissed her.

"I like it when you look as happy as you do now," I 
said.

"I AM happy!" Nancy gushed. "I'm on top of the world!"

I laughed, holding her against me.

My cock had started to soften as I pulled out but now it 
was quickly regaining its erectness. And Nancy felt it.

"Ooooh! You're hard again!" She squealed.

Grabbing my cock, Nancy sank her freshly-fucked pussy 
down around it.

"I'm on top this time!" She grinned.

"Sounds fine to me," I said as Nancy started bouncing up 
and down on my cock gleefully... 

THE END

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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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