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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) *** 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... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82