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
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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.