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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. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 32