Down By The Creek 2

Ex-teacher and former pupil bond over writing porn

A special thanks to RF-Fast for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in good shape.

Down By The Creek

It started with my monthly drinks with a couple of my former school friends. To be honest, I'd happily let this tradition die, as they were both a little bitchy and married to wealthy men. Men who cared little for their wives, but a wife was a tick box in their requirements to fit in at the golf club.

"God, what loser posted that?" Kiera asked and tossed me the paper.

In the personal ads were one she'd circled with a pen. 'Young female model sought for photo assignment. Some nudity, nothing lewd.'

"Probably some pent-up virgins trying to persuade a girl to show them her bits. 'Oh, I don't have a studio, but we can take the photos in my parent's basement.' Pathetic."

I had to agree, but the phone number niggled at the back of my brain. Somehow, it seemed familiar. That evening, I found the same advert in my paper and dialled it. As soon as I did, the number on my phone changed to Jason and it started ringing.

Jason was my neighbour's son, recently turned 19, and I had his number on my phone as he'd fed my cat when I'd last been on holiday.

"Hello?" he answered, and I recognised his voice.

Pitching my voice a little higher and aiming for a ditzy sound, I spoke. "It's about the advert in the paper. How much does it pay?"

"Don't you want to know what I'm looking for?"

Switching back to my usual voice, I replied. "I think I know what you're looking for, Jason."

"Mrs; I mean, Claire, what is this?"

"I think you should be answering that question. What the hell are you thinking, doing something like that? I'm disappointed in you." Without meaning to, I had adopted my no backchat teacher's voice.

"It's about my writing." He blurted.

I stopped my impromptu tirade about respecting women and trying to trick naive girls. He'd been quite serious about his writing when I was his teacher. I'd tutored him for a time, until recently, when something happened in the family, and he abandoned his plans to go to university and become a professional writer.

I'd not pried as to why, but he told me he left high school and walked into a low-level job as an admin in a small factory.

"What writing requires naughty photos?"

"Who said they would be naughty?"

"Seriously. Want me to read the advert back to you?"

"Fine, but they weren't going to be that naughty. Topless at best."

"Explain." I ordered, as more than a decade of teaching authority rang through my voice.

It turned out he'd not dropped his dream of writing and discovered he could write and publish stories on Literotica to practise his craft. The more he wrote, the more he improved. That was a direct quote from something I'd told him years before. Not the erotica obviously.

He'd published some stories with reasonable success but needed a proofreader or editor to get rid of the silly errors. His current story begged for some photographs to illustrate it. That was why he was looking for a model.

I'd read some stories on that site and the quality of the stories varied greatly. Some were crude and badly written, but a few were both very well written and highly erotic. The stories I'd read of his when I was his teacher and tutor were quite inventive for his age, and I wondered how it had changed.

"I could do it." I blurted.

"The..." He started to reply.

"I mean editing, not modelling." I laughed at the very idea. He'd not want me to model.

I'm 37 and in good shape, but not about to let guys see me topless so they could stroke their dicks. As I thought that, I was surprised it didn't disgust me as I would have expected.

"You realise it is adult content?"

"I'm not an idiot, and I'm sure I can cope without whatever comes out of your imagination. It's nothing weird, is it?"

"No." He replied, a little offended.

I gave Jason my email and a minute later I got an email from Google inviting me to a doc shared with me as an editor. It was called 'Down By The Creek' and I opened it a little nervously. I'd known Jason since he was little, and it was a little jarring to admit he was now an adult. Too easy to think of him as a neighbourhood kid and trying to avoid thinking that I was getting older as well.

It's hard to be an English teacher without being aware of how tough it was to be a professional writer. Getting noticed, and then staying current, was difficult. Talent was not always enough. Publishers were paying less and less, even for the big names, and everyone was squeezed.

I'd never considered writing porn as a way to advance your writing craft, but in a way, it was clever. A large and eager audience. You'd not get paid, but that removed criticism from other writers who felt you stole their money. And it left your legitimate story private until you were sure they were good enough.

The story was about an 18-year-old who had been sent to live with his grandparents on a farm for the summer, while his parent's marriage imploded. The farm was in the middle of nowhere in almost tens of miles of featureless fields. He'd assumed he would be able to help on the farm, but nearly everything was automated and done using massive machines.

He was not qualified to use them and would either kill himself or damaged equipment worth 100's of thousands. So, he was stuck doing nothing. He had no transport, and the nearest town was more than an hour's drive away. The farm had no internet or cable, and the mobile signals were spotty.

The boy in the story was also called Jason and struggled with the boredom. Having grown up in AC cooled homes, the heat was stifling. He described his daily routine, and I stopped reading to figure out how to add comments to the document.

Ever an English teacher, I thought. I suggested more use of the sense of smell, the dry heat, the stickiness of the sweat sticking his clothing to his skin. Perhaps play with the descriptions of colour to leach out the colour to emphasise the boringness of the environment.

I'd barely clicked the ok button when a message popped up on screen saying that was a great idea and he'd think about it. I wasn't used to having interactive editing, but it seemed pretty useful.

The young man in the story would stay in his room most of the day but got too restless later in the day. And would head out and walk the perimeter of the fields. There were other farms dotted about, but he'd not seen another living being, apart from his grandparents, since he'd arrived two weeks before.

Then he spotted what he thought were green bushes. In an environment with ripe wheat for miles, the colour was enough to draw him to investigate. It must have been close to two miles from the farmhouse. He discovered they weren't bushes, but trees in a ravine with a shallow creek running through it.

He found part of the ravine that he was able to climb down and tried to walk across the rocks in the creek. Naturally, he fell in and decide as his feet were wet already, he'd walk in the creek instead. After a few turns, it opened up to a wider space and a pond about 60 feet long and 20 feet wide. With another 10 or 15 feet of damp ground next to the ravine walls where the trees grew.

Jason stripped down to his underwear and swam in the pond, feeling cool and refreshed for the first time in weeks. But regretted his choice to keep his pants on as they chafed on the walk home. Next time he'd skinny dip.

I stopped reading as I thought I saw where this story was going and decided a glass of wine was a good idea. Jason, the author, was quite good, but this was different from anything I'd read from him before. Fewer lasers or wizards as he matured into more grownup content.

He promised himself he could swim in the creek every day from that point. But the next day he was stuck helping his grandmother make apple sauce and strawberry jam in the farmhouse basement. Which should have been cool, but for the boiling pots.

It was after dusk when the boy in the story snuck from the farm. In just a pair of shorts, shoes but taking a towel, he hurried over to the creek. He stripped off and waded into the water. It felt warmer than the previous day, but that was probably just in comparison to the daytime temperature. Still cool enough to be invigorating.

Rather than swim, he lay on his back, staring up at the stars. Using his arms and legs he was still buoyant enough to keep his face above the water. The sky seemed so clear and so infinite. The longer he looked, the more stars seemed to appear.

He wondered if his girlfriend was looking up at the stars now, or if she'd moved on. She'd not been happy to find he was going to be gone for the whole summer. He moved his mind on to nice things and remembered that midnight picnic they had gone on.

Well, 'picnic' was an overly grand word, as it consisted of a can of whipped cream and a bowl of strawberries. But given she was serving them off her naked body, they were the best he ever sampled. Admittedly she complained the next day that he's squirted so much cream, from the can into her pussy, it smelt funny.

He looked down and saw his erection poking from the water like a periscope. Grinning, he sped up his legs to make more of it visible.

"Very impressive." Came a feminine voice.

Jason jerked and submerged, spluttering, kneeling on the bottom of the pond to see who it was. She was about his age, dressed in a light sundress, which chimed with the memory of that picnic. She sat on a rock about 15 feet away and didn't look the least perturbed about finding a naked man here at night.

He looked for his clothes only to realise she was sitting on them.

"I was enjoying the view. And if you want your clothes back, I'm hoping to see it again and up close?"

Did he have any choice? But realistically, what were the downsides? He was horny and not ashamed of his body or dick. She was attractive and her grin showed she had no signs of running off screaming. Even if she told all her friends, which couldn't be many, his grandparents hardly spoke to anyone.

Still with some trepidation, he stood up. His erection was still there, and the water came to mid-thigh. She smiled and gestured him closer. Moving as if an automaton, he walked towards her. His instincts screaming to cover up, but his ever-hopeful libido begged him not to. This might be the only female worthy of an erection he saw all summer.

It was hard to gauge her height sitting down, but she was slim with toned legs. The sundress was thin and showed no bra straps, and he was sure he could see the bumps of her nipples through the cloth.

He stopped about 18 inches from her, and his libido was drawing up a long and probably unlikely list of things that might happen. She looked up at his face for the first time since he'd emerged from the water.

"That's very nice. A good length and girth." She reached out and cupped his balls for a moment. Her hand felt so hot after the chill of the water. "And they are nice and full."

Then she moved her fingertips to the shaft and teased it. Circled the head, then wrapped her fingers around it and nodded. Obviously pleased, her fingers didn't quite reach all the way around.

"Yes, if only I had more time, we could have some mutual fun with that." She leant forward quickly and kissed the tip.

Jason jumped, not expecting that. She started to pull back and changed her mind. Opening her mouth and taking the entire head into her mouth. Gave it a lick and then was up and running off.

Smiling back over her shoulder as she left, she said, "I just wanted to remember that properly. Perhaps we'll bump into each other again."

And she was gone. Exiting the ravine from the southern end.

Jason was disappointed, but the improbability stretched his mind that it had just happened. And not just some horny fantasy he'd invented. But no, as he picked up his shorts, he could smell her perfume and perhaps a hint of her juices on the denim where she had been sitting on them.

He took his clothes and worked his way back out of the ravine and looked back at his grandparents' farm before dressing and heading home.

I sat back and felt myself flushed at the story. When Jason asked me to read his story, he'd told me it was adult content. But I didn't think it was going to be that adult or that it would resonate with me so well. When I was a girl, I'd heard kids in the next year up were claiming to go co-ed skinny dipping. I never found out if it was true, but it fuelled my teen fantasies for a while.

I emailed Jason and said I was impressed. Leaving out that it had turned me on. And asked for the next part. It arrived in seconds, and I dove into reading it.

Jason spent most of the next day avoiding his grandmother. As he was getting spontaneous erections and she might be old and a little deaf, but her eyesight was sharp. He managed to do some low skill work around the farm to burn off some energy. But was restless as the evening drew on.

Around the same time as the previous night, he headed out, taking the same things with him and hoping she'd be there. Part of his brain was trying to manage his potential disappointment if she wasn't.

But he was lucky. He rounded the last bend in the ravine to see her floating on her back like he'd been the previous night. Only it was pert young breasts poking through the water rather than an erection. Which would have been weird.

He moved over to the rock where her dress lay, but knew he didn't have the stones to try the same thing. She saw him and smiled.

"Like what you see?" She asked.

"Very much so."

"Care to join me? But the water is no clothes allowed."

Jason was out of his shorts and shoes and into the water in seconds. She chuckled at his haste and swam away. But the pool was small, and Jason was a good swimmer. So, he caught up easily, but he suspected she'd not really wanted to get away.

She rose from the water, letting him see all of her, the water only to mid-thigh. He stood in front of her, and her smile widened as she saw how hard he was again. She reached out and touched him again. He wanted to do so much but was frozen in indecision. He at least had known the girls he'd dated before becoming intimate with them. Here he didn't know anything about her, but she was gorgeous, and he held his breath as she ran her fingers over his dick.

"You can touch me. It's only fair as I'm touching you."

Feeling like a fool, he put his arms around her and held her back, leaving a small gap between them. It was ridiculous, like dancing with your auntie. Only naked and having your dick stroked. OK, not like dancing with your auntie.

She gripped the shaft more firmly and gave a definite tug. Like she was sending a signal not to fuck about. So, his hands slipped lower and grasped her buttocks. Giving them a squeeze. She pressed up against him, her cool wet breasts against his chest and the underside of his dick pressed to her abdomen.

"Better." she whispered and then kissed him.

That was it! Like a starting gun, his groping became more aggressive. He tried to reach between them to fondle her breasts.

She chuckled. "Calm down, I know you're eager, but I'm not going anywhere tonight. We have as much time as we want. And our tolerance to the cold water will withstand." She reached between them and stroked his cock. "And I think this is freeze-proof against anything but glaciers."

She moved back just a little and grinned at the disappointment on his face until she sank to her knees and lowered her mouth over his dick. All the time locking her eyes on his, before she closed her eyes and lowered her mouth as deep as it could go. Jason let out a moan of satisfaction when it hit the back of her throat.

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No!" He replied, a little annoyed.

"Good, cuz I don't want you to pop too soon."

She sucked him again for about a minute, then got up and waded to the edge of the water. Getting down on her elbows and knees, she wiggled her bum at him. He couldn't believe his luck at the moment, but he wasn't stupid. He knelt behind her in moments.

"Wait, before you put it in, you have to promise not to cum in me."

"OK." He replied and hoped he could manage that.

"I want you to cum on my face."

OK, that redoubled his resolve to achieve that for her.

She let out a little gasp once the crown had stretched her open, and she gripped him like it never wanted to let go. He was still stunned that he was fucking a beautiful stranger, and he didn't even know her name.

But the familiar, if not as regular as he'd like, sensations blocked out his other thoughts. He was fucking her with long, slow strokes. Driving all the way in and pulling almost entirely out. Leaving only the flesh touching and 'making an entrance' with each thrust.

A former girlfriend said she loved that, as each time was like a fresh fuck. And Jason always wanted it to be good for the girl. After all, if you don't get to do it much, make sure each time you're welcomed back.

The girl was quite vocal, encouraging him and demanding harder and faster, muttering swear words as Jason pounded her from behind. But they were both loving every second of it, evidenced by her climax. Jason was vastly relieved he'd lasted and had not forgotten the instruction to not cum inside her. Suddenly she pulled off him and told him to stand.

He did as he was told, and she started to suck him with gusto. Wanking him with strong, quick strokes, she began begging him to cum all over her face. Jason was nothing but a people pleaser and in a matter of minutes, he shot all his pent up cum from the last two weeks over her face. She aimed it over her cheeks and forehead. Finishing the last of his spend around her mouth and coating her lips.

When he stopped, she gently licked the few remaining drops from the head and looked up.

"How do I look?"

He had no idea how to answer that. Kinda slutty?

"I wish I had my phone with me, and I could take a photo. I suppose I'll just have to sneak into the house and hope my parents don't see me until I've cleaned up."

She grabbed her dress and started away.

"I don't even know your name." Jason called out.

"Perhaps I'll tell you, perhaps I won't. If you keep fucking me as good as that, we'll see."

And she was gone.

I blinked at the end of the story. Hardly believing it was over. Yes, it was hot and yes, I could think of many improvements. Not to the plot, but the descriptions of what happened. I got up and grabbed a glass of wine. Then brought the bottle back with me.

There was an email from Jason asking what I thought when I got back. I realised he must have been waiting for me to finish, as I'd been correcting a few missing commas as I'd gone, he knew when I was through.

I replied that I'd not known what to expect. It was more erotic than anticipated as I'd never taken the time to read that sort of thing before. I made some comments that would give better descriptions, and he countered with a lesson I'd taught him about pacing. You could use cliche to keep a pace. You never stop in an action scene to describe how big the bad guy's gun is.

I chuckled as I read that, as he had been quite descriptive about the weapon in the story. I wondered if it was autobiographical and flushed as I realised, I was thinking about his actual dick. Ok, that story had turned me on more than I thought. If I was thinking about my 19-year-old neighbour fucking me...

OK, I'd not considered that previously and now I was. Damn! But I suppose that's what those stories are for. Not for the intellectual stimulation but for getting yourself off. And while it was a mainly male fantasy, I liked it.

He asked for things from the feminine side to make it more appealing to both sexes and before I realised it. I was writing out how it felt for me to be penetrated. The sensation of it pressing inside me, or the weight of a penis on my tongue when it shot into my mouth.