Copyright (c) 2017-2018, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication on ASSTR.org: Thursday, February 08, 2018 Original publication dates at Reddit.com /r/ageplaystories: Tuesday, April 04, 2017 Author: Hardguy Title: Secrets - After Class Summary: Keywords: Mg, prost The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. Secrets - After Class Written by Hardguy Across the school yard, Trina saw a boy. Thanks to the fading autumn light, she couldn’t be sure, but he looked familiar to her, perhaps a boy in one of her classes. She hadn’t gone to this elementary school, as her mother’s home lay within the boundaries of another, but given how near it was to her middle school, it no doubt had fed into that student body, so it wasn’t wholly unexpected that she might see somebody she knew here. There was some kind of after school club that met here on Fridays, so perhaps that’s why he was here. Her gaze and thoughts didn’t linger on him long though, as she had a job to do, and approached the classroom door to knock. The metal door rang with a low sound, and shortly the lock was undone from the inside and it opened to reveal a man on the other side. “C-come in,” he said nervously. Trina smiled tight-lipped at him and nodded as she stepped inside. Once the door was closed and locked again, she spoke up. “Hello, sir. My name is Trina, Mr. Reed’s daughter. I believe we have an appointment.” It was already her third appointment of the day, but she didn’t dare tell him that. She studied his face as she spoke to him. He looked scared, which she guessed was to be expected, he was new to this arrangement after all. He wasn’t bad looking either. From the look of things on the walls in this classroom, it was a kindergarten class. She tried to put herself back in the mindset of a girl that age, but found a little difficult, given everything she’d experienced over the last 3 years. Those kinds of things made it hard to remember what it was like to be just a normal girl again. Despite that, she reasoned that perhaps she might have had a crush on this man, had he been her teacher. “Y-yes. We, uh, we do,” he replied quickly. An awkward silence passed between them for a moment beside the classroom door, and Trina realized he had no idea what to do now that she was here. She removed her backpack and set it down beside the door, then walked past him towards the student desks, each with an upside down chair sitting upon them. The smell of the room was of crayon wax and the faint whiff of minty paste. It kind of made her sad how nostalgically happy it made her feel in the moment. “So…what would you like to do?” she asked him, as she looked around the dark room, seeing the curtains already pulled down to cover the floor to ceiling windows that faced outward to the school’s parking lot. “On one of the desks, maybe?” she questioned further, reaching for the chair on top of the nearest one. “No!” he said suddenly, so sudden and loud that Trina was startled by it. “N-no, not on the kid’s desks. It would be too risky if we, um, left traces.” He turned to his left and opened a door that stood just to the side of the short entry hall. “In here,” he said, and went inside, turning on the light. It was a small supply room, the walls lined with shelves containing all manner of colors of construction paper, testing forms, and work sheets. At the other end of the narrow room was another door that Trina could see opened into the classroom next door. There was also a small table, on which sat a telephone extension. “Oh, ok,” Trina said as she looked around. “How would you like me?” she asked. “C-can you, um,” he said apprehensively, pointing at her waist, and making a downward motion with his hand. To Trina it was strange how courteous he was being, as if he didn’t want to offend her or make her uncomfortable. Most of the guys were demanding and rude and just took what had become theirs. “This?” she asked, coyly, enjoying the feeling of power over this man, and undid the button on the front of her pants. The elastic waistband of her panties became visible, and Trina looked up at his face first to see his eyes staring with lust at her lower body. Her own gaze then turned down to look at his pants, and saw exactly what she expected. She pulled the zipper down, and shimmied her hips as she slid her pants down to mid-thigh. She leaned back against the table, and let him stare at her panties and the shape of her pubis that they framed. “More? Or do you…?” she offered him the next move. “Ye-yeah. More. Let me see your pussy,” he said, almost in a demanding tone that was unlike how he’d spoken to her so far. Trina did as he asked, and pushed her panties down off her hips to her knees, bunching them up with her pants there. Fine dark hairs that had only started growing a few years ago covered her mound, and she looked up to see a slight look of disapproval on his face. She got the feeling this guy wasn’t teaching kindergarten by chance. If he wasn’t a fan of her pubic hair, he should at least like this, she thought, spreading her lips open with her fingers to show the pink inside. “Do you like it?” she asked, feeling just as awkward now as she did the first time she did this. “It’s nice and tight inside.” His mood didn’t really appear to improve though, and Trina got the feeling he wasn’t looking for a sultry girl at all. The kind of girl he really wanted wouldn’t act that way. “Turn around,” he told her, his hands now undoing his pants. Trina turned around slowly, her eyes on the bulge in his pants as she tried to work out the size he had. She got the feeling that he was going to put it in her ass, which she hated, so she wanted to be ready, mentally at least. Anticipating, she placed her palms on the table, and as soon as she heard the ruffle of clothing moving, a hand was placed on her back, pushing her down, and putting her exposed rear in the air. Something touched her between her legs, and a moment later she felt something against the underside of her butt. She figured out quickly that it was a hand, the finger pressing into her pussy lips while the palm rubbed against her bottom. She wasn’t particularly wet at that moment, so she was grateful for any foreplay he might be doing at the moment, assuming that he wasn’t going to fuck her ass like she had thought. “Feels nice,” she encouraged him to continue. “Stop talking,” he hissed at her, rather rudely. He withdrew his hand, and she felt them now grab her hips instead, and a warm object of some length lay against her bare skin. Trina knew all too well what that feeling was, and she flattened herself as much as possible against the table to provide him with the best access to whichever hole he wanted. ‘Please not my ass, please not my ass,’ she wished silently, feeling the engorged organ rub against her. It wasn’t really a safe day for her to get fucked in the pussy either, but she preferred that to the other place. He moved against her a few times like that, stroking back and forth against her ass crack, and during one backwards motion she felt the tip press pointedly against her. The sensation of precum drops smearing across her anus caused her to tense up, but it continued downward the extra inch where her young cunt lips were, and it was there that he pushed inside. “Ahh!” she gasped, partly putting on an act, but also because she was pleasantly surprised by the choice. She had thought he would take her anally like most young girls were; as she had been the first time when she was not quite 10. She squeezed her muscles against the penetration, so as to give him some added resistance like what he might have found within had she been several years younger. “Oh Caroline,” he moaned, filling Trina completely. She didn’t know who this ‘Caroline’ was, but she was pretty sure she had become her substitute. “Your little pussy feels so amazing on Mr. Aber’s big cock,” he continued, sliding his hands up her sides and leaning over the top of her as he began to fuck at a hurried pace. Trina wondered if she should say anything, play her part as ‘Caroline,’ but she soon realized that she might not have to. He was humping at her awfully quickly now, making the table she was bent over rattle underneath her. This was a speed and frenzy that she knew only happened when the man was about to-- “Shit!” he yelled out, roughly slamming up against Trina’s backside. The table’s metal legs screeched over the floor from the impact of the thrust, with the cockhead inside mashing against her cervix as she felt a flood of warmth wash over it. “I’m cumming in your kiddy pussy, sweetheart!” he groaned. Trina wasn’t the slightest bit turned on, but she squealed and moaned just the same, while working her vaginal walls in the way she thought he would expect. She stretched and pushed her backend upward, letting him seed her fertile 12-year old body as deeply as he could get it. Although she hated what she would have to go through if it caught, she really didn’t have a choice in the matter, and the deeper fuckings always felt better for her. Gradually it did start to feel nice, but the thrusts of his cock slowed as his climax came to an end and his weight pressed against Trina’s back. “My beautiful Caroline,” he whispered near to Trina’s ear, his chest heaving upon her body. It felt like he waited an eternity before he straightened up and withdrew, freeing Trina from her position. Her t-shirt clung uncomfortably to her sweaty skin, and she felt the looser seminal fluids cascade from her pussy and splatter on the tile floor below. Pushing herself up to stand, she then bent to pull her panties and jeans up. It wasn’t ideal to feel that sticky mess between her legs, but it was just one of those things she had come to put up with. She carried a clean pair of underwear in her backpack anyways, along with some menstrual pads to aid in absorption, so a quick trip to a restroom was in order once she got out of here. She turned to face him once again, and saw his glistening semi-stiff erection hanging out the front of his pants. A decently attractive cock, she thought for a moment. “Would you like me to clean that off for you?” she offered. It wasn’t really something she wanted to do, but she always liked the appreciation she got for it. “N-no,” he answered, a troubled look on his face. The surprising sternness that he had shown during the sex had gone out of him with his cum, and he was back to his nervous demeanor. “Was it ok that I came inside you?” he asked, which was far more considerate than most guys were to Trina on the matter. She would have preferred he had asked BEFORE doing it though. “It’s fine,” she lied. It would be her 4th pregnancy in the last year and a half if she was unlucky this time around. She felt the semen soaking in her panties and wanted nothing more than to get to a restroom to get cleaned up and out. “If there’s nothing else, I should get going,” she told him in a far more professional manner than a girl her age should have in that situation. “Y-yeah, no. It...it felt great. Thanks,” he said. Trina forced a smile at the compliment despite wanting to remind him that everything that had just happened was because he’d won her pussy from her gambling addict father. The look on his face told her that he felt bad morally about what had just happened, but he had become ensnared in the whole dumb thing too. “You’re welcome,” she responded, and without another look, left him and his guilty cock there in the supply room of the kindergarten classroom. On her way past the row of coat hooks, she spotted one with the name ‘Caroline’ over it. Trina hoped she’d scratched the teacher’s itch so that he wouldn’t do anything awful to that unsuspecting little girl. “Good luck,” she whispered at the name tag. She picked up her backpack at the door, and pushed it open to return out into the autumn evening. The cool air washed over her, chilling her post-sex glow, and she sighed deeply before setting off to find a restroom. Another of her father’s debts had been paid by her body. She had barely taken 5 steps when she heard oncoming footsteps running from around the corner. A moment later there was a boy standing in front of her. His name was Sam, and she shared two classes with him at school. She’d been noticing all week that he’d been stealing glances in her direction. Could he have been following her? He couldn’t know she had just been...could he? Just over his shoulder she saw the girl’s restroom and could feel the cum starting to seep to her jeans. Although her face was still flushed, with a light sheen of sweat on her brow, she composed herself quickly and said, “Hello, Sam,” calmly and softly. The End. Author's note: I'd had the idea for writing this alternate angle for a while, and I think it turned out really well to match what I had imagined happening in that room. It's always a little difficult to recall exactly what you were thinking 3 years earlier, so initially I had a few details that just didn't line up at all, but it straightened out nicely. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.