Teachers today are faced with sexually aggressive young students who are not hesitant to display themselves in provocative manners to see whether or not they can use sex to obtain grades the easy way.
For this very reason, most school administrations have devised rules which are designed to help the teacher prevent such students from succeeding in their sex ploys. However, there is always that teacher who finds one girl's overture, at the right moment, almost more than he can bear. Even a young woman, knowing the male instinct, can trap an older man if she is very shrewd in her pitch.
Melinda was a girl who had been prepared for such a situation, for she'd use her physical assets from a very early age to get her the things she wanted. As is so often the case with children who go wrong, Melinda's parents had set a very shabby example. Melinda's mother had carried on with so many men that when Melinda was born, she really didn't know who the father was. Carefully concocting a cover-up story, she kept Melinda in the dark about her past for a long time. However, when Melinda was old enough to catch on to her Mother's falsehoods, she realized the truth. And then she decided to blaze her own trail, not caring what she did-as long as she got what she want.
Her teacher had a lot to lose if he fell into the trap she laid for him one day when she put her genitals on display by sitting in such a way that the teacher's eye contact was immediate.
From then on, knowing how well he had responded, she wrapped him around her finger, and promptly proceeded to demolish his career, to achieve the grade she refused to work for.
Other students soon sense what is goin on and the teacher's life is made one continual hell until he quits his teaching post. The entire trouble began when the teacher disobeyed a primary rule; never have a conference with a student with both doors to the classroom closed. This invites trouble, and in this case it led to the end of a teaching career as well as some very anxious moments until that decision was made.
But the teacher might actually represent something more; he might be but one small segment of a weak-willed administration that is constantly intimidated by headstrong youngsters who have yet to learn what discipline actually means. Neglected in the home, coddled in the school, they grow up to be a menace to everyone-including themselves.
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CHAPTER ONE
As the first light of dawn streaked the morning sky, Melinda tossed fitfully in her bed. She could hear her mother and the man she brought home with her the night before carrying on. The thin walls that separated the bedrooms couldn't muffle the tell-tale sounds of bodies threshing in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
Even though Melinda was only fifteen, she was a well-developed girl with intense sexual feeling. Hearing these erotic sounds made her reach down and feel of her moist mound. She diddled herself, all the time imagining that a man was thrusting inside her. She achieved her own climax, and then her body relaxed and she rested until she heard the steps of the milkman coming down the hall.
She got out of bed in her nightie and went to the door.
Opening the door and reaching for the milk, the milkman had a chance to eye her supple, young body beneath the sheer negligee.
"My, but you're growing up, Melinda," the milkman smiled.
"I drink my milk, Mr. Crawford," Melinda replied softly.
"You sure do," he nodded, licking his lips appreciatively. As Melinda walked back into her apartment, she wished she could have seduced the milkman. Her intense sexual desire hadn't been satisfied with her early morning masturbation. She found her mother's purse and took out a cigarette.
Melinda took a few appreciative puffs on the cigarette and quickly snuffed it out so that her mother could not detect the smell of smoke and punish her for smoking. Going to the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of milk and ate a sweet roll. Then, she glanced at the clock and hurried off to the bathroom where she took a long shower. As she dried off, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
Turning from side to side, she gave herself an approving glance and then an idea hit her. If she wore no bra or panties, she might turn-on her teacher, Mr. Kent. Her grades in his class were so low she was afraid of failing. The idea of seducing him excited her imagination. After all, Mr. Kent is a single man and he's young and virile. He has to get his rocks off somewhere, she reasoned-why not with me?
She slipped into a green cashmere sweater and put on her white leather mini. If this combination, combined with a good view of her pussy didn't excite him, nothing could.
As she brushed her hair, she began humming to herself. A small smile played about her lips and a new determination seized her as she walked out of her bedroom. She almost walked out the door and then she remembered she needed some money. Going over to her mother's purse, she slipped out a dollar. Then her Mother's voice startled her.
"Melinda-are you in my purse?" she called out angrily.
"No, Mother-I'm rushing to school-I'll be late."
"Alright, honey-be a good girl," she called after her.
"Yes, Mom ... real good," Melinda called back, as she shut the door to her apartment, and rushed down the hall.
She made a mad dash for the bus which was just about to pull away from the curb. The bus-driver saw her running and waited.
"Thanks-thanks," she said breathelessly, as she boarded the bus. All the way to school she was oblivious to anything but the one thought she had in mind. The seduction of her teacher would be a personal victory of great proportions. Not only could he satisfy her craving for sex, he could give her a good grade which would keep her mother off her back. These thoughts and others like them occupied her mind so completely, she almost forgot to get off at the school until the girl sitting beside her nudged her, "Hey, you're getting off here, aren't you?" the girl asked.
"Yes-yea', I am," she laughed nervously, feeling a little embarrassed to think her obsession to make her teacher had caused her to forget everything-including getting off the bus as it pulled up to the school.
The usual throngs of students were milling about in front of the school, hoping the bell would delay its insistent ringing for a few more moments. But, not Melinda. She could hardly wait for it to ring, so she could proceed with her plan.
At last it did ring, and the schoolday had begun. But she had to wait until the last class of the day to seduce Mr. Kent and the suspense was killing.
During lunch, her girlfriend Kathy observed her pre-occupation. "What's bugging you?" she asked her bluntly.
"Nothing-nothing at all," she answered calmly.
But when the last class of the day came, Melinda was able to try her tricks at last. She went to the classroom early and deliberately picked a seat that would be even with the teacher's glance. Knowing she didn't have any panties on, and angling for his eye, she decided she would have to imagine they were having intercourse. This might add to the bait, she concluded.
In a few moments, the classroom filled up and the teacher walked in carrying his brief case. Putting his things on the desk, he sat down and thumbed through some papers. After the shrill sound of the bell had silenced, he began speaking. He hadn't uttered but a few words, when his eyes fell on Melinda, who was sitting in her chair, her legs spread wide apart. Her mini-skirt was well up over her thigh. He put on his glasses and turned away from her.
"Class," he began, "we will continue our discussion of ancient history where we left off last week." Then, his eyes returned to Melinda. Aided by the glasses he could see that he hadn't been mistaken about what he'd seen without them. Sure enough, the dark thatch of pubic hair was exposed to view. It stood out against the white of her thighs. He cleared his throat, wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his handerchief. He tried to go on with the lecture, but thirty faces were staring at him, all curious to know what was upsetting him so. Melinda allowed a small smile to come to the corners of her mouth, observing with delight his obvious response.
With his tongue clacking against the dry roof of his mouth, he managed to go on, " ... the Egyptian pyramids remain a marvel to man. The perfect workmanship displayed by the craftsman has never been equalled...."
Again, he stopped, mesmerized by the spectacle in front of him, as Melinda slumped further down in her seat, spreading her legs still wider. By clenching and unclenching her muscles in her upper thighs, she let the wisps of pubic hair move aside to display a pair of pink lips, beginning to bead with moisture. The teacher turned away. "
"The Egyptians thought that after death everyone had to take a journey down the River Styx. It was for this purpose the pyramids were built. They would need things for this river journey, so they included boats, and all sorts of possessions, including their wives-"
"You mean they all got sealed up in there alive?" Melinda asked innocently.
"Yes," Mr. Kent replied nervously evading looking her direction. "Is there any other question?"
"Yes," Melinda went on, "Did any of the wives ever escape?"
"No," the teacher answered, glancing her direction. Melinda moved again, allowing him a better view of her body. She was very wet now, and love juice was forming along the slit of her sex. Staring directly at the teacher, her eyes open wide, clouding with lust.
The teacher swallowed hard, removing his glasses, hoping to remove some of the temptation along with them. His penis had swelled to massive proportions and he found himself pressing against the hard wood of his desk. He was afraid he was going to climax before the class, and the embarrassment at the thought of such a thing made his face redden.
"Class," he continued, "We must remember the thrust of Egyptian society was total concern for life after death. And in this concern, they lost sight of much of life-"
Melinda was exultant with triumph. Her little plot was paying off, but the teacher was fumbling for words.
"It as-I mean it is as if the Egyptians had built a series of tombs as their most signifigant monuments...." Suddenly, the teacher couldn't go on. If he couldn't control himself better when a young girl was putting the make on him in his classroom, he'd lose his job for sure. What if his colleagues could see him now? His penis, hard and pushing against the wooden desk, his eyes riveted on a girl who wore no panties, hypnotized because she was exposing her private parts to his view.
He heard the rustle of bodies moving in the classroom as the students recognized-something was definitely wrong, but they couldn't figure out what it was. Her triangle was still completely exposed to his view and his eyes were boring into Melinda's eyes. When she brought her hands up under her breasts, pushing them up and down, he could detect the nipples pushing through the light seater, telling him she was wearing no bra.
With her breasts bobbing up and down, the moisture on her thighs, and her tongue sliding across her lips, he was lost.
"Teacher," one student called out, "you were discussing the tombs of Egypt-what happened?"
"Yes, are you alright?" another student demanded.
"Of course I'm all right!" he boomed, "I-I've got a splitting headache. I think I should dismiss the class to do research on Egypt in the library
"When?" one eager boy asked immediately.
"Now-" he replied shakily.
The students poured out of the classroom and down the hall noisily. Rushing to the hall, he quieted them, "You can go on one condition-that you're quiet and don't disturb other classes." The noisy students quieted.
Stepping back into the classrom, he noticed Melinda was still sitting at her desk. He tried to ignore her and began correcting papers. After a long moment, she walked over to his desk, and said softly, "What's wrong, teacher?"
"I've got a horrible headache," he replied, not looking up from the papers he was going over.
"That's not true, teacher," she said huskily. She moved closer, letting her leg press against his. She whispered, glancing down at his crotch, "you've got a hard-on!"
Speechless, the teacher looked up at her, "Get out of here ... get out," he exclaimed angrily.
"Relax," she smiled, turning away and waling to the door. But when she got there, she turned back.
Without saying another workd, she went over to where he was, reached down, and stroked his rock-hard penis through his pants.
Instinctively, the teacher reached up and felt her braless breasts through the thin material of the sweater. Melinda looked down at him in triumph, her hand suddenly pressing harder on his penis.
An intrusive sound in the hall brought the teacher back to his senses.
Dropping his hand, he exclaimed, "Get out of here!" But, Melinda smiled, continuing to massage his penis through his pants.
"Didn't you hear me?" he exploded, "What'll happen if somebody opens that door? "
"What'll happen to you?" she smiled, "you put the make on me...."
"I did not," Mr. Kent gasped, "You came into my classroom to tease me. You purposely sat where I could see your vagina when you spread your legs-you-"
Still massaging his penis, and reaching down to feel for his balls with her other hand, Melinda mused, "Tell that story to the Principal after I tell him you tried to finger me-"
"What do you want?"
"To see you after school...."
"Why?"
"I want to talk about my grade," Melinda smiled.
"We can do that here-"
"No, we can't. Why don't I meet you after school at your car-I know where you park ... it's a white convertible with license plates number MNT-785."
"How do you know all that?" the teacher asked nervously.
"I like you," Melinda smiled, moving her hand from his penis. "And after school we'll meet at your car, okay?"
"I guess it'll have to be," he said softly.
Then, Melinda moved away from him. She'd gotten him right where she wanted him and nothing was going to stop her now. Without looking back, she walked out the door, leaving the teacher behind in a daze.
Mr. Kent got up, walked over to the blackboard and began erasing it. But, his huge male member kept bothering him. It wouldn't go down. It upset him the more because he wanted to have wild sex with his student, yet he knew the dire consequences if he did.
Somehow the thought of actually having Melinda alone in his own bedroom became more important than anything to him. He knew what he'd do with her. How well he knew. They could take a shower together at his apartment. Then they could go to bed and he could suck on her breasts, licking down to her navel and finally letting his tongue slide along the appealing vagina. He could almost feel her hands on his head, pushing him down, down, down to her beautiful slit. All these thoughts tugged at him until the shrill sound of the bell informed him the school day was over.
There was something about the sharp sound of the bell that jarred him out of his sexual reverie. Now, he knew he had to avoid anyone seeing him as he went to his car.
He was grateful he'd parked such a distance from the school for it would help him avoid detection. As he picked up the papers on his desk, he glanced down at his huge penis bulging in his pants. All at once Cindy Finch walked in the classroom. Instantly, he thought her eyes focused on his penis which was betraying him. He covered it with his briefacase, as Cindy smiled, "What happened to you last, period, teach? You over your headache?"
"No," Mr. Kent said quickly, "and now, if you don't mind I'm going to lock up the room."
Cindy moved away, but it was obvious she didn't like the idea of being disposed of so quickly.
"Well, you don't need to be rude-"
"I didn't know I was," the teacher snapped indignantly.
"Excuse me," Cindy nodded sarcastically as she went down the noisy hall, and Mr. Kent locked his classroom door. He was almost down to the end of the hall when the Principal called out to him. "I want to see you in my office," he said tersely.
"Can it wait until tomorrow?"
"No," the Principal informed him.
As the teacher hurried down the steps, he wondered if some student had seen him with Melinda. The exciting moment when her hand was on his hardened penis, and he was feeling of her breasts might have made him oblivious to an earthquake. It was this that made him worry as he walked into the Principal's office to wait. But he couldn't sit still. The thought of Melinda waiting, impatiently no doubt, beside his car made him quiver.
At last the Principal stepped in the office.
"I want to talk to you about something," he began, picking up a couple report blanks on his desk.
"Why, yes...."the teacher responded with a trace of nervousness in the timbre of his voice.
"It's about that last class...."
"Yes," the teacher nodded, as he moved to the edge of his seat.
"Relax-" the Principal insisted, but it was next to impossible for the fidgety teacher to relax as visions of Melinda's hand on his penis, and his hands fondling her breasts flashed into his mind.
"Yes," he gulped.
"It seems you dismissed your last class and sqnt them to the Library without advance arrangements. Miss Peabody, our librarian was quite upset because she already had a couple classes using our limited library facilities. So, she called for me and I went up to the library. I could see it was really an impossible situation. There weren't enough chairs at the library tables for all the students to sit down."
"Was that what you wanted to see me about?"
"Why, yes-what did you think I wanted to see you about?" the Principal asked slyly.
"Nothing," the teacher replied, shaking his head, and laughing without humor. "Can I go now?"
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm not in a hurry-"
"I'd say you were," the Principal insisted, studying his reactions closely at this point.
"No, no ... I just want to understand what I'm doing wrong, and I'll cooperate completely-anything you say."
"Well, I like your attitude," the Principal smiled. "I guess that's all and you won't let it happen again."
"No-no," the teacher shook his head abruptly, "I'll always check in advance. Thank you ... thank you."
"Take care-" the Principal said, as he watched Mr. Kent get up quickly and leave. A sudden flash went through the Principal's mind that he ought to follow him and see if he was going to be able to drive home safely. He looked so worried, upset and nervouse he thought perhaps the pressures of his profession had gotten to him.
CHAPTER TWO
As Mr. Kent walked out of the school, he glanced over his shoulder. His eye caught the Principal watching him and he shuddered. All that had to happen now was for the Principal to follow him to his car and find Melinda there.
But he turned away. Slowing his pace, he tried to act relaxed and casual. Yet, his heart was pounding inside him for he knew Melinda would be waiting at his car. All sorts of possible mishaps flashed through his mind. He could see Melinda leaning on his car and students going by and asking if she had a date with her teacher. Or, worse, maybe she'd figure he'd stood her up and she'd decided to turn him in for touching her appealing young body.
At last he rounded the corner four blocks away from the school where he'd parked his car. There she was, but fortunately she'd stood a short distance from the car. As the teacher got closer, Melinda asked caustically, "What kept you?"
"The Principal," the teacher replied tightly.
"Why? Was he warning you against touching your students sex organs?" Melinda whispered as she got nearer to her teacher.
"Couldn't we talk about this tomorrow?"
"Now or never," Melinda smirked.
"Now!" the teacher nodded emphatically. Opening his side of the car, he got inside, opening the other door for her. Melinda slipped in quickly and got down below the window.
"What are you doing that for?"
"We don't want anybody to see us, do we?"
"Now, look here ... get your hand off me while I'm driving." Melinda had him right where she wanted him. As he turned the corner there were students walking by. The teacher waved to a girl who waved at him, and Melinda unzipped his pants.
When he was safely out of the school area, he told her, "can't you keep your hands off me?"
"No," Melinda said sexily, as she reached in and searched for his penis in his shorts. She took it out and looked at it. Cramped beneath the steering wheel, she had limited opportunity to fondle it freely as she wanted to.
Suddenly she capped it with her mouth. The teacher was going out of his mind as her hot mouth slipped over the crown of his rock-hard penis. He drove on, saying nothing but feeling everything wonderful. Soon, Melinda's mouth slid up and down his penis with piston-precision.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful-" he moaned, beside himself with the fantastic sensation of her mouth over his penis. He drove through the traffic, keeping his eyes straight ahead. As long as no truck pulled up alongside him, he felt safe. Melinda had watched her mother do this and she had gone out of her gourd with desire to suck a man off herself. But, she didn't know hot to entice a man into her bedroom because she was so young. Her teacher had proved the perfect foil to her designs, and now as she sucked on his exciting, throbbing member she closed her eyes in sexual ecstasy, gripping his tool as she slid up and down on his rod.
Just then, a glance in the rear view mirror, warned the teacher that a truck was behind him and could move over into the other lane in a minute.
"Melinda," he said abruptly, "get off my prick and lie down on the the other side-there's a big truck behind us and he's changing lanes. We'll both get picked up and hauled into jail if she should catch us and report us-"
Melinda's mouth moved swiftly off the teacher's penis and he reached down to stuff his penis back into his pants and zip up just as the truck pulled alongside him. The signal changed and sure enough, the truck driver could see down into the front seat. Fortunately, Melinda moved swiftly, and he'd managed to get his pulsating penis back in his pants.
"That was a close call," he said softly.
"That's what makes it so exciting," Melinda murmured.
"Maybe for you-but now for me."
"Do you live in a nice place?" Melinda asked after a moment of silence.
"I live in an apartment house," the teacher replied.
"Is it a groovy place-with modernistic plastic furniture-or are you traditional?"
"The landlord furnished it," he explained, "and I don't want you and me walking into the place together-understand? "
"Why not?"
"It would draw attention to us-I can't afford it
"Alright," Melinda agreed.
Two blocks before the aprtment house where he lived, the teacher pulled off the side of the road and parked.
"I live in the apartment house at 6740," he told her," and I'm in 301."
"6740-apartment number 301," Melinda repeated, "that's easy ... okay-I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Right!"
She got out and he drove on. He parked in the subteranean garage, got out and went over to the elevator. He was glad no other teachers lived in the place, but as fate would have it a nosey neighbor got on the elevator with him. She was the motherly protective type who always wanted to create cozy home atmospheres for bachelors.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent," she smiled.
"Good afternoon."
"Now, if you'd like some good home cooking why don't you join me for dinner?" she enthused, "I'm fixing a lamb curry-I do hope you like dian food-"
"Like Indian food?"
"Why didn't you hear me?"
"I'm sorry," Mr. Kent apologized, "I guess I'm so preoccupied with school I didn't hear what all you had to say-except for hope you like Indian food'."
"Well," the woman smiled, "I invited you to be my guest at a lamb curry dinner tonight-and I asked if you like Indian food."
"I'm sorry-I have a dinner engagement tonight," he covered quickly.
"Oh, another time," she nodded, getting off on the second floor. Alone at last as the elevator went on to third, Mr. Kent breathed a sigh of relief. He got off when it stopped, and hastily went down to his apartment and quickly shut the Venetian blinds.
He went into the bathroom to urinate and he heard a loud rapping on the door. He decided to continue urinating but couldn't because the rapping wouldn't cease. He quit urinating and answered the door. Melinda smiled.
"I thought you'd never come. What were you doing? Playing with yourself?" She laughed, and looked about the room as the teacher securely bolted the door and peeked out a corner of the Venetian blind. He felt releived when he didn't see anyone watching.
"What do you want of me?" he demanded tersely.
"I want to fuck you and suck you and love you," she said bluntly.
"You use good language, don't you Melinda?"
"I'm no hyprocite," she smirked, "you've wanted to ball me ever since you got a good look at my pussy today." The teacher knew she was telling him the truth. It was this that upset him the most. But, how could he admit it to her.
"What if I don't want to have intercourse with you?" the teacher questioned.
"Oh, you want to alright, don't hand me that crap."
"Maybe I don't care for foul-talking little sluts?"
Melinda was delighted, she had him turned-on so much he'd call her a slut. She slid her blouse off and stood there with her bare boobs jutting out in all their new-found freedom. She raised her hands to them, massaging gently, and opening her mouth, licking her lips.
The teacher stood there transfixed. He'd never seen anything like her before. She had turned him on and she knew it now. Sliding her hands down to her white leather micro-mini, she unfastened the hook that held it in place and let it slide to her feet.
As she bent over, her brown hair tumbled over her head and she looked like a beautiful sex animal. The teacher, stared, as Melinda raised up.
Reaching down to her moist mound, she began massaging herself. Continuing to lick her lips and smack them, he got so excited, he said, "First, we should take showers-I-I do want to fuck you-I'm crazy about your body-okay, I'll fuck you, Melinda-and let me warn you, baby-I'm a wild fuck!"
"I know you are," Melinda gasped excitedly, "that's why I want to feel your big old penis thrusting inside me. I want to grab you with my cunt and give your old dick a workout like it never had before-"
The teacher began undressing, and Melinda watched. He threw his coat over a chair, and unfastened his belt. Sitting down in a chair, he untied his shoes and slid out of them quickly. Then, he took off his socks, and standing barefoot, slid out of each pants leg. Then, he was naked except for his tight-fitting shorts which bulged with his enormous penis. Melinda, naked now-and inflamed with desire rushed over to stop him from removing his shorts.
"Let me take them off," she begged, "please-please let me bare your body-"
Seeing how eager she was to see him naked further excited the lustful teacher. He stood there, his legs rigid, his pulsating penis expanding the material in his shorts.
She put her hands out and slowly slid them down. He watched her expression as his huge penis flippped into sight.
"You like that?" he grinned. "Yes-oh, yes-I want it!"
"Suck on it first," he smiled, and she dropped obediently to her knees.
"Now, Melinda," he began running his fingers through her soft brown hair, and watching as she brought her full-lipped mouth to his male member, "cocksucking is an art. You've got to do it just right to make a man really enjoy it."
Looking up with her innocent face, she stammered, "I'll do anything you tell me to-"
The eager desire to satisfy his carnal lusts excited the teacher as he'd never been excited before. He began, "The tongue action is important-you've got to work it just right. For the perfect blow job begin by slowly working your lips up my shaft toward my throbbing tip. Nuzzle up to the balls with your nose and smell me. Spend some time kissing my prick before you get down to serious sucking."
Melinda's ruby-red lips began kissing his shaft.
She let her tongue lick along its underside, nuzzling her nose up to the teacher's weighty balls. She sniffed of him and his male scent drove her out of her mind. She grapsed it tightly and began licking its length. Then, she capped the crown of if with her mouth. Once she had her mouth around it, the teacher gripped her head and guided her head movements over his penis.
"Let me thrust it to the back of your throat," he insisted. She opened her mouth a little farther, and the heavy penis rammed to touch the back of her throat.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhh, that's beautiful," the teacher gasped, as he thrust his organ down her throat and began throat-fucking her in earnest. Then, just before he got his rocks off, he stopped, pulling back until the head of his penis rested in her mouth.
"Suck on it-suck on it," he begged, as his fingers clawed into her skull. Melinda sucked smoothly.
"Whip your tongue around the head of it," he demanded. Her tongue lashed the crown of his cock and the sexual sensations shot up and down his spine.
"That's it-yes-yes-suck-suck-suck it off!" Now, his passion was guilding, knowing no bounds. Melinda's mouth was building up a steady suction, and the teacher trembled with excitement as the sexual ecstasy surged through his body.
"Suck on it-suck-suck-suck it off!" Back and forth, he drove his penis, ramming down her throat until she thought she'd gag. She closed her eyes reverently, as the penis she desired so much sent shivers of excitement flashing up and down her spine. Her outh sucked in, her throat opened and the teacher gasped in delight, as he stabbed her face.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, baby-suck on it-suck me-thata girl-suck it off. Now-more-just like that. Faster, faster-ohhhhhhh ... now-eat me. Eat me," he begged.
As he popped his rocks, Melinda started to pull away,-but the teacher was determined to make the oversexed student eat his hot semen.
Grasping her head tightly, he pumped his semen, thick and hot into her mouth, demanding, "Eat it! Eat it-suck it out of my dick. Ohhh, ahhh-that' girl-eat it!" Melinda began sucking, tasting, devouring him and she found herself enjoying it all as much as he enjoyed giving his sexual organ to her. But the love gift of his juices excited her imagination even more. What relationship could be more meaningful, more intimate. Cupping his balls in her hand, she grasped his penis with her other hand and devoured him.
"Yes, yes, suck it all out like a good girl," he demanded. Melinda was thoroughly enjoying the ;ex assignment her teacher was giving her. Some-now, his sex organ represented the ultimate ecstasy to her. Boys her age turned her off, but older men drove her wild with passionate lust. She couldn't get enough of his semen.
"That's enough-you're tickling me," her teacher complained. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, observing the curly pubic hair, the veined shaft she was sucking on and the knowing smile of the teacher whose lips curled in delight as he looked down at her, as she knelt at his penis.
Pulling off his male organ, she asked him casually, "Can I give as good blow-jobs as the other chicks you've scored with?"
"Better than most," he replied. "You've got a natural knack for sucking dick."
"Is that right?" Melinda glowed proudly.
"Yes," her teacher smiled, amused at her delight at his compliment. Slapping her payfully on her youthful, round buttocks, he told her, "Some chicks just don't have it when it comes to sucking-but you do."
"How am I different? I mean, how do I do it better?"
"Well, for one thing-you build slow. Some chicks rush the blow-job and that takes all the fun out of it. Sure a guy can drop his rocks fast when a hot mouth sucks on his mainstem, but that's not the best way-"
"And the best way is?"
"Like I trained you. You fondle the balls, lick the shaft along the underside, and slowly lick until you crown the cap with your hot mouth. Then, the tongue action comes into play. Here a lot of chicks fall down. They don't know enought to let their tongues slide slowly over the male head. It's the langourous, slow, kind of sucking that gets a guys battery charged."
"Beautiful," Melinda sighed, "You've just given me the highest compliment any man can give a woman."
"Have I?"
"Why yes?" Melinda laughed, "You've been flattering me because I knew how to give you a super-suck."
"Just don't tell any of your boyfriends or girl friends about us," he warned her, "they couldn't understand how we find each other so appealing."
Melinda looked off a moment, her mind focusing on what her teacher just said.
"No-I'm afraid nobody can understand how two people get so excited with each other sexually-but the two people involved."
"Precisely," her teacher smiled, feeling he'd gotten his point across through subtle flattery and that Melinda's mouth would be sealed about their sexual relations.
CHAPTER THREE
Melinda walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink; mixing some Vodka with a little lime juice.
"What are you doing?" her teacher demanded, fear flooiing his face as a new problem surfaced. "I can't let you drink. You're just a minor."
"But you fucked me," Melinda laughed, raising the glass to her lips and sipping slowly.
"That's different-you'll go home with liquor on your breath and your Mom will want to know where you've been and-"
Melinda began laughing and couldn't quit.
"What's so funny?"
"You," she stammered between laughs, 'My Mom isn't home until late. She cruises at the bars and when she strikes a gold mine comes home-"
"Strikes a gold mine?"
"Yeah," Melinda laughed, "That's what she calls it when she picks up a 'rich bitch' if you know what I mean." A sullen looked flashed across her face, as a trace of sorrow flashed in her eyes, making her gales of laughter reveal they were but a camaflouge for how she felt.
"Oh, you poor kid-what about your father?"
"You know that's a very good question," she nodded, pouring herself some more vodka. "I've been asking Mom about it ever since I noticed other kids had Dads and I didn't."
"Oh, I'm sorry," the teacher said quietly, turning away, "now-now you make me feel like a goddam heel. You've had enough bad breaks without a horny teacher putting the make on you."
Melinda whirled over to his side. Her hand reached out, and she looked him in the eyes as her hand touched his.
"You brought the only real meaning to my dull life" she said urgently. "I loved sucking on you-I made you happy, didn't I? I did it as good as the other chicks you've balled with, didn't I? You said I did. You weren't putting me on, were you?"
"No-no," he said quietly, "You were really great! But, I just don't like to foul up your life-you've had enough bad breaks. I don't want to add any more suffering to-"
"Suffering?" Melinda blurted indignantly. "You call making wild love to you suffering, ohhh, I loved it ... I want you to suck on me-to lick my titties, nibble on my nipples and excite me every way you know how."
"Alright," the teacher nodded, trying desperately to smile to brighten Melinda's bleak life, but he felt he had to warn her. "Baby, today you want me to have sex with you-tomorrow you may hate me for "fucking you-don't-please, don't Melinda because I really do dig you."
"I'll never hate you for loving me-never. I know what some of the crackpots say-that girls my age can't have any real deep feeling. But they're all wrong."
"Of course they are," he smiled lopsidedly.
"Let's take a shower together," Melinda suggested, "That would be so much fun. You could soap my bare naked body down, and I could soap you down-wouldn't that be exciting?"
"Yes-yes, it would," he smiled. Placing his arm on her shoulder, they walked together through his bedroom and into the bathroom. Melinda placed her glass on the marble sinktop before she joined her teacher in the shower. He let the water run down over their bodies until they were slippery and then began using the soap on her breasts.
Massaging them gently, he gradually built up a lather. Then, she took the soap from his hands and reached down to his penis which was hard all over again. She applied the soap to its nine inches and slid her hands along its slippery surface, producing a good lather.
"Isn't this fun?" Melinda laughed, "Imagine that? A lot of fun just taking a shower?"
"You see," he smiled, letting his hand slip down to her vagina, "it depends on who you're taking a shower with. A gorgeous girl like you-oh, Wow! A shower is fantastic." He made a lather in the pubic hairs of her vagina and she enjoyed his sensational finger movements as he slid into her slit and worked on her clitoris.
"Oh, that's wild," she sighed, "I love that-"
"Does feel good, doesn't it?" he chuckled.
"You know it!"
A moment later, the teacher turned and asked the young girl student to soap his backside. She let her hands slide along the smooth surface of his back with the soap. Gradually, she created a heavy suds and let her hands slide over his firm, round buttocks. He parted his buttocks for her and turned to tell her with a broad smile on his face, "use your finger."
"What?"
"Slide one of your fingers up my asshole and ass-fuck me," he told her, "it's funny sounding, but it feels fantastic. Do me and I'll do you next."
"Okay," she replied, "if you say so-anything goes!" She got a good lather going on his behind and then let her forefinger slide up his tight anus.
"That's it-ohhh, yes-I like that."
"Groovy," she laughed, "do I just keep thrusting?"
"I'll grip my ass muscles around your finger," he explained as she continued thrusting, "that makes it feel even better."
This action continued until he told her, "Okay, luv-now, it's turnabout."
She slid, her finger out of his tight anus, and turned around. Her teacher had a beautiful surprise for her. First, he told her, "Part your legs, sweetheart, so I can get it up there real nice and easy."
Application of the soap produced the lather he wanted, and then he used two fingers, thrusting one up her tight anus, the other up her vagina. She quivered with excitement as she felt the double-thrust exciting her. Waves of pleasure swept through her body.
She looked up at her teacher, "Oh, I love that. You know how to do everything, don't you?"
"Well, almost," he smiled down at his young and willing student, whose sexual proclivity was surprising him more by the moment.
"Faster!" she panted.
"Okay."
He moved both of his fingers faster, as he thrust them up both holes. She turned to watch his excited, intense expressed as his fingers explored her most intimate portions of her body.
"That's enough-that's enough," she bubbled, "I want you to eat me-just like I ate you."
Smoothly sliding his fingers out of her, he assured her, "I want your juices baby-I'm a pussy specialist."
"I'll just bet you are," she giggled. The water poured over them, cleaning off the lathery soap. Then, he turned the shower off and steppped out to hand her a thick towel. She took it and insisted, "Dry me off, lover."
"Am I your lover? "
"Well, aren't you?"
"Yes," the teacher smiled, "I guess I am." He enjoyed drying off her beautiful body, massaging her breasts as he dried them off. She stepped into the bedroom and threw back the spread, and the blanket. She slid between the sheets and looked longingly at her teacher who was finishing drying himself off.
"Hurry up."
"I'm coming." He hopped into the bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her tenderly. As she lay in his arms, he recalled all too vividly, all too painfully the girl he loved when he was in high school. She had the same brown eyes, the same sable brown hair.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Fucking you," he laughed. His lips crushed down on her lips, and she opened her mouth eagerly. Their tongues found each other and soon her hands were clawing on his back. His hands gripped her firm, round buttocks as he pulled her tighter to him. Their kisses mounted in their fury, as they both found something they'd missed in life, in each other's hot kisses.
Pulling away for a moment, he looked down at her, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen," she smiled. "And it's old enough."
"I'd say it is," he nodded. Then he kissed her passionately again, grapsing her buttocks tightly. She wiggled in excitement as the sensations of delight and pleasure raced through her body.
Soon, he was moving down to her breasts. Throwing back the sheet, he let his chin rest on her breasts, brushing them with the side of her face. She loved the feel of his rough beard against them. Her nipples became erect, and he started to suck.
"Suck me-suck me," she begged, her hands going to his head as her fingers insistently searched through his hair.
But it was something she really didn't have to beg him, for now Melinda had her teacher so turned-on, nothing could stop him. He opened his eyes, and studied her firm, round breasts. Admiring the taut nipples and the generous rose-red circle around them, he started licking.
"Ohhh, I like that, I like that," Melinda moaned and indeed she did.
He licked all around the nipple and then let his mouth all on the breast, and his tongue began licking. His hand swept down her body to her moist mound. As he licked and sucked on first one breast, and then the other, his fingers diddled her. She writhed about in sexual ecstasy as he continued the triple play action; first sucking on one breast, then, moving to the other and all the time keeping the sensations flashing through her loins.
"Suck me-suck my titties," she begged, "bite me." Her excitement had reached such a fever pitch, she felt the urgent need for him to lightly nibble at her tender flesh. Using his teeth, he bore down gently. She quivered as the passion built within her body.
The teacher found his penis rock-hard again. How he wanted to thrust his penis inside her tight vagina. But he had promised he'd eat her first, and he must keep his promise. He moved from her breasts, making a tongue trail around her body. Licking here, then there-all the time exciting her, thrilling her and then his tongue touched her vagina. She reached down to hold him over her moist mound.
His tongue thrust in and out causing Melinda's body to vibrate with such incredible passion she could hardly believe it.
"Ohhhhh, teacher," she moaned, "Do me ... do me!" The wild excitement that surged through her body was too much. She let her fingers claw into his head as he buried his face in her pussy.
"Suck me ... suck me," she begged.
But she didn't really need to beg. Her teacher was so turned on that ntthing could have stopped him from making love to her.
The sight of her inner thighs, the taste of her fresh, hot vagina drove the teacher insane with passionate lust. He wanted to taste her. His hands slid under her buttocks, and he squeezed them as he continued sucking.
"Now-ohhhh, ahh, love me ... love me," she begged, and then she felt his mouth sucking on her clitoris. Using his mouth like a suction cup on her hard clit, he quickly alternated with quick tongue jabs. Over and over his tongue flipped on her clitoris, until his teeth bore down.
Then, she couldn't hold back. She gushed in his face, and his mouth pressed in tightly so as not to lose any of the precious love juices she was so anxiously giving him.
"Suck it ... suck me-suck it all out," she urged him on, her body turning and twisting in the throes of sexual ecstasy as the passion climaxed.
The delicious taste of her thrilled the teacher. He'd eaten women before, but never had he sucked on a young vagina like this one. Melinda possessed something innocent, something exciting and natural he'd never experienced before.
Finishing licking her, he slowly brought his tongue out of her vagina.
"How was I?" she smiled softly, as he came up to her lips.
"Beautiful," he told her, his eyes glazed with lust. "Open your mouth for me."
Melinda didn't mind his mouth had been on her vagina a short time before. Nothing mattered to her but the passionate display her teacher had shown her in his uninhibited sexual performance.
Her mouth opened wide, and their tongues flicked against each other. Then, he pulled away, and smiled at her, kissing the tip of her nose ever so gently.
"You're beautiful-" he whispered.
"So are you," she replied, "every part of you-we really know each other. That's what sex is all about-getting to know what a man is like-what a woman is like."
"Was your sex lesson fun?" the teacher chuckled.
"It was the most," she replied, "I really groove with you." Then, her eyes moistened, and she looked away.
"Why are you sad?"
"Oh, it's nothing-"
"No, tell me," he insisted.
"I'm sad because I know I can't have you always," she said running her hand down his back, and feeling of his firm, round buttocks.
"You wouldn't want me always, kitten," he said quietly. "You're fifteen, I'm thirty-two years old. It would never work out for us."
"Does age make that much difference to you?"
"Not to me," he insisted, "but to you. I'd be an old men ... a damned drag to a lively young chick like you. Oh, you'll find out someday this was infatuation-and you will fall in love with some handsome, virile young man your age who'll turn you on."
"Right now I just want you," she smiled. The teacher glanced at the clock on the night-stand. He gulped nervously. "You know what time it is-"
"I wish you'd find a clock without hands," she complained.
"I wish we had a clock like that right now," she laughed bemused.
He kissed each nipple affectionately, then brushed his face against the side of her face, and crushed his lips on hers, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She pressed back.
When he released her, she sighed, "You are the best looking man in the whole world-"
"Wow!" he laughed, "You are high-"
"On you," she said, her eyes piercing his with frightening sincerity, sending a shiver up and down his spine as his senses made him realize this infatuated little schoolgirl was dead serious.
He got up and hunted around for his shorts. Realizing he'd undressed in the living room he walked through the door and found them on a chair. He stepped into them, and then got into his pants and shirt. Now that his passion had subsided he realized that all his years of studying to obtain his credential hung in the balance.
It tortured his mind as he buttoned up his shirt, just contemplating the power this sexy, young girl had over him. She could make him jump when she wanted to. But, he reasoned she might not realize how much power she actually did possess over his future. But the realization of it made him shudder. When Melinda walked into the living room, he breasts which jutted out swayed slightly as she walked. He watched her closely, his penis becoming erect again.
"Was I a good fuck?" she asked.
"Do you have to put it that way?"
"Why be so damned hyprocritical?" she laughed, "Was I a good screw ... a good piece of ass?"
"You were the hottest pussy I ever stuck my tongue into," the teacher smiled. Melinda was moved with his touching tribute to her sexual prowess. She slid into her white leather mini-skirt and then put on her sweater. Sitting down in a chair, she put on her shoes. Then, she walked over to him and put her arms around him.
"Promise me one thing-"
"Yes-"
"We'll fuck again next week-"
"But, we can't go on like this-"
"Yes, we can," she smiled, "If you don't I can always blackmail you-"
"Blackmail," the teacher blurted, pulling away from her. "You talk about love and now you say you'll blackmail me-"
"Yes," she smiled, "Sometimes lovers have to go to great lengths to protect their love ... and I'm not going to lose you."
"Don't I have something to say about our-our love affair?"
"Yes," she smiled, "You can say-yes-yes-yes I'll fuck you forever when I look at you. I know how I can make you react to me. When I showed you my pussy in class today-you got all hot and bothered didn't you?"
With the impact of the predicament hitting him with sharp impact the teacher couldn't answer. He stood there in a dazed shock. Melinda was telling him how she'd handle everything. The thing he'd deliberately avoided all of his life these thirty-two years was changed in one day. The day an oversexed, fifteen-year-old girl put the meat-hooks into him. All she had to do was skip wearing her bra and panties, and spread her young legs for him. The sight of her inner thighs, and her velvety mound made his mouth water, and now she was putting the screws in his much-prized freedom.
"You can't do this to me," he yelled at her, bringing his fist down hard on the wooden coffee table. Melinda smiled. She enjoyed seeing him so upset, it sort of relieved her own inner mixed-up feelings to watch him squirm.
"I saw a movie on teevee the other night," Melinda said softly, "It was called 'Love Has Many Faces' and now I understand it all. Look in my face," she demanded.
Hoping he could un-nerve her with a stone-cold stare, the teacher looked at her.
"Whatever you've got on your mind, don't think you can bully me, young lady...."
"I wouldn't want to bully you, baby, I just want to suck on your penis, eat your cum ... and have you go down on my pussy-that'a all." Throwing her head back and laughing at her newfound sense of power, the teacher glared at her. He faced her happy, laughing face and turned away in a rage. Pacing the floor like a caged animal, he tried to thing of how he could bring her back to reality.
"What'sa' matter?" she asked coyly. "Nothing," he blared, "but I'm taking you home if
"Alright," she said quietly, "and you don't need to get so cross about it-"
"I'm not getting cross with you," he boomed. "You'll know it when I'm really angry-"
He opened the door and whispered, "Go out by yourself and wait down the street for me. I'll pick you up and drive you home."
"Alright, lover." She turned and walked down the hall. The teacher's heart pounded rapidly as he watched to see if anyone else was watching. Fortunately, no one was. Then, he slipped out the door a few moments later and headed for the basement garage. He got in his care, and backed it until he could swing around and head out. He drove quietly down the street until he spotted Melinda. Pulling over to the curb, she opened the door and hopped in beside him.
"You don't even know where I live and yet we've had sex together-isn't that an exciting fact?"
"If you say so," the teacher frowned.
"Well, take the Roosovelt Road Freeway till you come to Kings Highway turnoff, and I live on Juniper Lane Road just four blocks down Kings Highway. The teacher nodded and drove onto the freeway. As the car zipped along, he forgot all about his speed. Suddenly, the sound of a siren alerted him to his speed and he looked in his rear view mirror. Two red lights flashed off and on in concert, accompanying the noisy squeal of the siren.
"Why don't you try to lose them?" Melinda suggested angrily looking back.
"No," the teacher told her emphatically, "that's all I need to do-get tossed in jail and then I'd have some tall explaining to do as to why I'm taking you home at this hour. Just sit tight and say nothing and they'll think you're my daughter-"
Melinda obeyed. He pulled off the freeway and the policeman pulled up behind him. He got out and went back to the officer.
"I'm sorry-I guess I was going too fast for a few minutes...."
Taking out his ticket pad, the officer said, "Driver's License, please-and you were going over the speed limit from the minute you swung onto the freeway."
The teacher handed him his drivers license and the officer wrote the ticket up quickly. Handing it to him for his signature, a small smile of satisfaction glowed on Melinda's face. She stuck her head out the window, and the officer looked at her. The teacher signed speedily, and the officer gave him his ticket.
"Take it easy," he said, and went back to his car.
When the teacher got in his car, he told her flatly, "Why wouldn't you cool it and stay on your side ... we can't be seen together."
"I know," she smiled, as he gunned the engine and swung back onto the freeway.
"Well, then if you know-why did you do it?"
"So, I'd have a witness."
"Witness for what?"
"Witness to the fact you seduced me," she laughed.
"I don't like your sense of humor."
"But I like yours," Melinda laughed, reaching over and feeling of him. Once again, the urge seized her to suck on his penis. But the teacher pushed her away.
"Aw, just letme suck on it while you're driving. It's dark-nobody can see us."
"But you've been having sex with me all afternoon, isn't that enough-you some kind of oversexed nymphomaniac?"
"Don't call me names," she snapped.
"I'm sorry honey-but when you come on so strong it makes me wonder what's wrong. I mean, you are so hot ... all the time."
"Maybe if I'd had somebody to love me I wouldn't be like this," she said, slowly unzipping his pants.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've been starved for love all my life."
"But, having sex with me can't make up for something you've missed all your life."
"Yes-yes, it does," she said softly, as she slipped her hand in his shorts and pulled out his penis. Her tongue whipped out and she started licking.
Nervously, he looked in his rear view mirror, and then glanced from side to side. It made him feel funny to have his young student sucking on him while he was driving her home. All he needed to do now was get a ticket while she was blowing him he thought.
Suddenly her mouth moved down over the head of his male member. Using her tongue like a pro, she smoothly licked the head of it. His body quivered, and she knew she was right-on with her sucking.
"I like that sensation," he said softly, "you're really very good at giving me blow-jobs.
This compliment was all she needed. She sucked until she built up a steady suction. He took his hand off the steering whell and run his fingers through hair. She loved his encouraging touch, letting her mouth slide up and down the length of his penis.
"Ohhh, baby, that's beautiful," he whispered, as she sucked up and down his saliva-slickened shaft. His balls tingled again, and the wild suck she gave him made him realize he as as hooked on Melinda as she was on him.
"Go real slow, honey," he guided her, "build gradual." Melinda listened to him, and followed his instructions. If there was one thing she wanted to do it was please him. For, in him, she was finding the security she lacked in her life at home. He served as both a father-substitute and a new-found lover. And his penis was a beautiful plaything, she could become intimate with.
"Now, you've got it. Drag your lower lip over the head of it, baby doll. That always feels fantastic!"
Melinda moved up the head of his penis, and gently released it, allowing her lower lip to drag over the glans. When she did this, the teacher turned-on.
"Oh, baby, that was beautiful-do it again!"
Melinda repeated the motion.
"Oh, baby, that's wild-once more."
Now, Melinda was becoming anxious to taste his sperm. She let her mouth slide off it once more, but the next time capped the head of it with her full mouth, building up a suction that told the teacher he had to get his rocks off and fast. The fabulous sensation flashing through his body, while she sucked on him were driving him off his gourd. Just then, he spotted the turn-off and swung into the next lane. It was such an abrupt move, Melinda's mouth was thrown off his penis momentarily.
But the moment, he was driving down the highway to her home on the side street, she went right on with her sucking as if nothing had happened. "Ohhh, baby, that feels good," the teacher commented. It felt just as good to the young girl who was devouring his penis, eagerly awaiting the moment of orgasm when she could get another load of his ball juice.
"Now-faster! Oh, yes-yes, that's it," the teacher gasped pulling up in front of her place just as he let his cock shoot its load into her hot mouth.
Eagerly, she gulped it down. "Ahhh, ohhhhh ... yes, yes," he panted as the pleasure built within his hot loins. When Melinda pulled off he was as starry-eyed as she was about the whole affair.
"How was I?"
"Oh, baby," he grinned down at her shining face, "You were beautiful-beautiful."
She licked it once more, like a plaything, and then got up on her side of the car.
"We can't be seen together," he said, fearfully looking over his shoulder.
"I know," she sighed, "Mom can have all the sex she wants-but I can't have any."
"We'll make it again ... real soon," he smiled at her, as she slid out of hr side of the car and leaned down to tell him, "I love you-"
"Goodnight, baby," he grinned.
Then, he watched Melinda walk into the house. It was with a terrifying sense of loneliness that he saw her disappear through the doorway.
After she was gone, he didn't want to move. He just sat there as if in a trance. It tortured him to think of all the hell she'd experienced in her young life. He couldn't see why she had to suffer like this, and all of a sudden he wished he could put an end to her nightmare existence by running away with her-anywhere.
Then, the thought of the consequences pulled him back to reality. He'd gone to night school and worked for years to obtain his teaching credential. Overcoming big obstacles, he'd managed to get his degree and become a teacher. True, it wasn't a big salary, but it was a chance to do something important.
Now, he took pause to think about where he was headed. Was it right to turn-on with an unfortunate, unloved fifteen year old and complicate her young life?
But, balancing this troubling thought came the realization that he'd managed to throw some happiness her way. Maybe it was warped and the kind of sex realationship everyone else would condemn. But, wasn't a sex involvement actually only understood totally by the two participants, and never outsiders.
Suddenly the thought of what society might do to him if they caught him flashed into his mind. It made him shiver and quake just to think of it. No doubt, they'd fire him first, try him later on a series of charges. The thought of losing his teaching post, being hurled before an angry jury and sentenced by a judge to jail made his throat dry.
Glancing over his shoulder and satisfying himself that nobody was watching, he gunned the engine and drove off. Swinging onto the freeway, he determined he'd watch his driving more closely. He couldn't afford any more tickets. But, as he drove the beautiful girl who enjoyed sucking on his penis so much haunted him. He could almost feel her mouth moving slowly up and down his mainstem. He could almost feel her hot mouth building up a suction that would end in orgasm.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day in class Mr. Kent was nervous all day long. He kept imagining his students knew he was playing around with Melinda. Why he should imagine they knew he couldn't figure out. It was just this nagging feeling that haunted him that they knew that he couldn't shake.
Finally, the last calss came in. He knew it was vital to control himself. The Principal's having told him never to dismiss his class to the librarian without advance arrangements left him no alternative but to carry on.
Melinda sat in her usual seat. Again, she wore a tight sweater and mini-skirt. As he glanced her direction, he tried to determine whether or not she was wearing her panties. Sure enough, she wasn't.
The whiteness of her thighs stood out in stark contrast to her pubic hair. And his eyes were drawn to her vagina until the insistent, shrill ringing of the class bell brought him back to reality. As he looked up into Melinda's eyes, she smiled knowingly. Deliberately, he turned away from her and began writing on the blackboard.
"Greece," he wrote in bold letters, and then turning to the class he announced, "Our discussion will be on ancient Greece, the land that gave us our concept of government-a democracy."
Suddenly a hand shot up and a student blurted, "Teach, do you believe in sexual democracy?"
"What?"
"I mean if a guy goes down on a chick, shouldn't a chick go down on a guy-if she believes in democratic sex."
"I don't see where this has anything to do with what we're talking about," he said nervously.
"I'm sorry," the student smiled, and everyone in the class burst out in raucous laughter. At that very moment the back door to the classroom opened and the Principal stepped in. A frown crossed his face as he studied the laughing students.
"Stop it," he blurted, "Stop all this laughter."
The laughter subsided, and the teacher tried to go on as if nothing had happened, but the Principal wouldn't let him.
"What was all that laughter about?" the Principal boomed. No one would answer, and when the boy who had triggered all the laughter in the first place with his dirty joke started laughing, it started all over again.
"Mr. Kent, I want to see you after school," the Principal said angrily.
"Right," Mr. Kent replied, "Yes-yes, sir." After he'd walked out, there was another round of laughter. And when his eyes shifted over to Melinda, he saw her pushing her legs together i such a manner that she managed to squeeze and open the lips of her tender, young vagina to attract the eyes of the teacher. He looked out the window for a moment, and then continued.
"Life in ancient Greece was very exciting," he stammered, "They had the Olympics-just like we have. These great sports events kept the people enthused and happy. Attendance at these events was great for all the people worshipped the body and its strength."
He droned on, giving an occasional glance at Melinda but moving away as quick as he could to continue the discussion of Greece.
Finally, one little girl raised her hand and held up a picture.
"What's that?" he demanded.
"This is concrete balls and a cock," the girl said. Then the class was hysterical with laughter. Abruptly walking over to her, the teacher looked at the photo. Sure enough, it was an ancient monument to the male testicles and penis. The teacher took the picture to the front of the class.
"Back in the days of Greece," he blurted, "the body was respected, looked up to, worshipped if you please. The sex organs were not considered something people laughed about and told dirty stories about-"
His anger caused the entire classroom to sober. Melinda even quit moving her vagina as she listened attentively.
"The reason for these statues in ancient Greece was because they had enough sense to respect their own bodies. We are the ones who have looked down on our own sex organs, degraded them and...."
Just then the bell rang and the class period was over. Melinda didn't move. She waited until everyone was gone, and then she sauntered up to his desk.
"I-I have to see the Principal," he h-edged.
"But you won't be spending all night with him," she laughed.
"Didn't we have enough sex last night?"
"It isn't that we didn't have enough," she smiled, "It's that I want some more-I hope there's plenty more where that came from."
Saying this, she moved closer to the teacher, pressing her breasts against him, and she was enjoying the sensation of feeling his penis pressing hard at her moist mound.
The sound of footsteps, alerted them both, and Melinda moved away. The door opened, and the teacher pretended he was giving her an assignment...."So, Melinda, if you'll just do the study-guide test at the end of the chapter on Greece you'll be prepared for your test."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Kent," she nodded, "Bye' now." As she moved sexily away, the teacher made it a point to not look her way. His glance could give him away, and he was treading a tightrope.
"Good luck, Melinda," he said, and looked up to see the Principal walking toward him. He sat down, and smiled.
"Well, well-so we have lots of laughs during class time-that's nice, if we can learn something too."
"Humor has a way of getting things across like nothing else," the teacher said nervously. "As a matter-of-fact I think it created an informal atmosphere that is excellent for learning. Of course, we have to watch it so we don't get carried away because it could be very...."
"You don't need to lecture me on learning," the Principal smiled without humor.
The teacher was silent.
"But there is one thing I'd like to talk to you about," he said in a low, steady voice.
The teacher cleared his throat, "Yes-"
"Never keep your doors closed when you are alone with a female student, especially a girl built like Melinda." The teacher was silent. He tried to appear calm, completely in command. But, another clearing of his throat betrayed his nervousnesss.
"Oh, thank you," he nodded.
"Didn't they tell you that in college?"
"Yes," he replied, "I'm sorry-"
"Of course you are-and we'd all be sorry indeed if she made up stories about you getting fresh with her. Some girls use any device they can to get a good grade. I don't want to see it happen to you."
"I appreciate your concern, I really do."
"All right, now as to this class. They're so noisy I could hear them coming down the hall at the top of the stairs. You've let things get out of control and that's bad-but not so bad we can't do something about it."
"Yes-"
"There's always one student who'll trigger the trouble. He'll bait you. If you fall for the bait, the whole class is gone-and you've got to swim upstream to get them back. It isn't easy. Teaching is a tough profession and we earn our money."
"You can say that again," the teacher replied, mopping his brow.
"That's all I wanted to say," the Principal smiled. "You know your subject matter. You're a likeable guy, but don't get taken in by some of these little monsters who like to trap the teacher."
"I'll try not to," he gulped, and the Principal got to his feet, and extended his hand. They shook hands vigorously, and the teacher, smiling but still nervous told him, "Thanks, thanks a-lot. You don't know how much I appreciate this-you really don't."
Then, the Principal walked out and the teacher walked back to his desk, heaving a sigh of relief as he picked up his papers and slipped them in his nearby brief case. The whole affair was grating at his nerves. Now, he wanted nothing more than to return to his house and take a break from the tension. He zipped up his briefcase, and hurriedly walked out of the classroom and headed for his car.
When he got near his car, he spotted Melinda. He felt the pressure return. She was standing there, just waiting.
"What are you here for?" he demanded as he looked at her angrily.
"What do you think?" she smiled.
Opening the car door he got in, but her persistent pounding on the window on the other side forced him to open the door for her. When she was seated beside him, he backed out and gunned the engine and took off down the highway.
"All that has to happen is for one person to see us and tell the Principal," he told her flatly.
"And then-"
"And then I lose my job," he declared. "We don't want that to happen," she said very slowly.
"No, we don't," he replied emphatically. "I've worked too many years to throw it all over for a fuck."
"Is that all I mean to you?" Melinda asked angrily, her face reddening.
"Oh, no, baby-you mean much more to me than that, but can't you see my point?"
"I can only see us," she said softly. "We've got something beautiful going for us-and if we stick together nothing can touch us ... nothing."
The teacher knew she had him boxed in. She wanted him, and she was going to possess him, and with the threat of teacher blackmail hanging over him, he had to do what she said to do.
As he drove down the freeway, Melinda wept. She was a clever girl who knew that holding someone in bondage was a very unsatisfactory way of achievinga love-relationship. But, she mused to herself-she might have to do this at first, until it became spontaneous and beautiful. Then, love could take over and her teacher would see it as she saw it. Until then, she had to be cold, and calculating.
"I'll get out before we get to your place," she said crisply. "I'll give you time to get into your apartment so I won't have to pound on the door and wait and then find out you aren't even home."
"All right," he told her quietly. When he was about three blocks from his apartment house, he stopped the car. She opened the door, getting out quietly, but turning to tell him, "I'll see you in a few minutes up at your place."
"Beautiful," he smiled, trying hard not antagonize her. This was something he could ill afford to do under any circumstances.
He drove on, and she walked slowly. Parking his car in the underground garage, he waited for a moment until the nosey landlady got out of her car and went up alone on the elevator. Then, he cook out his briefcase, locked the car and headed for the elevator. Once he got into his place, he didn't have time to do a thing before the familiar knock was heard on the door. Apparently, the waiting he did in the car gave her enough time to walk to the apartment. "Hi," she smiled.
"Hi," the teacher replied nervously, "anybody see you?"
"No, silly-you're getting uptight."
"Well, you can't be too careful."
"I'd like a drink," Melinda smiled, walking over to the bar and helping herself to a bottle and pouring.
Then, she sipped some of the bourbon and wrinkled up her mouth at its bitter taste. She reached for the bottle of seven-up and added some quickly, placing the glass again to her lips and drinking. "Ahh-that tastes good," she commented. Then, she smiled, "Let's take a shower first-I ove our showers-they're so intimate."
"Sure," the teacher nodded, walking over to the bar himself. He took the bottle of scotch and poured himself a shot of scotch and tilted his head ack.
One shot called for another. Feeling no pain, he aid, "Sure, baby doll-let's take a shower."
They headed for the bedroom and together they stripped. When she got a load of his huge, thick penis standing up, she walked over to him. Now, her naked breasts jiggled and he glanced to her moist triangle.
"Ohhh, I like that," she exclaimed, grasping it and squeezing, a shiver of excitement racing up and down her spine.
She reached under his penis and grasped his ball sack. With just the right amount of pressure, she excited him some more.
"Baby, let's get that shower and not waste any more time-I want to fuck you-okay?"
"Okay," she giggled. Hand in hand they walked into the shower and the teacher turned the water on. It was too hot at first, but Melinda adjusted it so it was a good temperature. Reaching for the soap, he washed her body down and then made a good soapy suds. Massaging her breasts with the soapy water, he continued, allowing his hand to slide down to her vagina.
"Oh, that feels good," she smiled up at him.
"I like you, Melinda."
"I love you, teacher," she said softly. They washed each other's back and then Melinda insisted on washing his penis off.
"Now, if I'm going to suck on this big, juicy prick-I've got to wash it off first."
"Get it real clean, cause you're going to suck it off all right," he told her.
She held it in her hand, looking at it carefully. It was so hard and pulsating. She began wondering how long it was, and asked him outright. "How long is your cock, teacher?"
"Eight and half solid inches of pecker meat," he smiled proudly. "Enough to choke a girl if she isn't careful!" And then, she knelt in the shower and brought it to her lips.
"Let me just kiss it first," she said.
"You really are cock crazy, Melinda, aren't you? "
"I guess so," she admitted. "All I know is I like to suck on yours-I've never sucked on anybody else's-"
"And I hope your never do."
When he said this she got so turned on, she had to let him slide it in. When the tip of his penis touched the back of her throat, the wonderful sensations it produced about drove her out of her mind.
"Ohhh, baby, you're good at it," he blurted happily. "You really are-you know where it's at."
But when she got too excited, he pulled out.
"Hold on, honey-I want to teach you a few tricks tonight-let's wait to get the gun off-okay? "
"Okay," she giggled excitedly.
They went into the bedroom and she was finishing drying him off when he reached over to the dresser and picked up a bottle of men's body splash.
"Let's use some of this," he smiled. Opening the bottle he poured some of its contents in his hands and then splashed it all over her body. Next, he applied some to himself.
"Now, we're ready to fuck," he smiled. She got on the bed first, and lay on her back. He straddled her and looked down into her eyes.
"You look so great," he said quietly, "Now, baby doll-let's groove!"
He brushed his balls over her large breasts and a shiver ran down her spine.
"Feel good?"
"Oh, yes-I like that," she panted excitedly.
"Well, you're going to like it a lot more when I really get going," he assured her. He slid his penis between her breasts and then massaged them, pushing the soft flesh against his rock-hard cock. She smiled, as the erotic sensations flashed through her body.
"They're so many, many things we've got to do," he told her, and the electricity that flashed between them when their eyes met surprised them both, causing them to erupt in spontaneous laughter.
"Isn't this beautiful? " she giggled, "You're teaching me sox-ohhhh, baby, I love it!"
"You love it so much you want me to give you every lesson!"
"Yes," she said, rolling her head back and forth as the sexual ecstasy swept through her when he would push on the side of her breasts, bringing them around his hard penis.
Releasing them a moment, he, said, "Now, I'll move up! I want you to lick me-"
He straddled her face, and suddenly he was sitting above her. She hardly knew what to make of this position. She smelled his manly loins, and saw his curly pubic hair around his genitals, and trembled with excitement.
"I want you to suck my sweet ass," he laughed.
"I-I can't lick your asshole," she complained.
"Baby," he laughed, "I'll help you by making it sucking sweet."
He leaped off the bed, and hurried into his small bachelor kitchen. When he found the small plastic container of honey on the shelf, he returned to the bedroom. Then, he threw himself on the bed, raised his legs up and inserted the honey container's plastic head directly up his anus.
"What are you doing?" she laughed. "What in hell are you doing that for?"
"I'm going to give you a honey sweet ass to lick, baby-that's all."
When he'd finished this task, he put the honey on the dresser and straddled her face.
"Now, reach up and grip my butt," he demanded.
Her hands went up, and she obediently thrust out her tongue and started licking. As her tongue swept around his tight asshole, she tasted the honey.
"See how nice and sweet my ass is," he laughed, and she continued.
He turned to watch the sight in the mirror. The sight of her tongue thrusting, thrusting-high up his tight anus excited him no end.
"Isn't that beautiful, baby? " he panted. "Ohhhh, honey-that's what I call a sweet-ass sight."
She kept this up until he gave her another instruction. "Now, baby-the trick to ass licking is to stiffen your tongue and thrust up there. This drives a man crazy. If you can master the ass suck, you've got it made."
That Melinda wanted to master the ass-suck was obvious for she was stiffening her tongue and thrusting up the teacher's tight anus in piston-precision movements.
"Ohhh, baby, I'm riding your tongue," he panted with pleasure, as he watched her tongue thrusting in and out in the mirror nearby.
It was a beautiful spectacle, the young girl lying there, her face flushed with excitement, her brown hair flung against the pillow, her mouth closed in her sexual dream world come to erotic life for her. She loved this man. She'd do anything for him. Even though she was unaware he represented a father-substitute, she didn't try to analyzer her emotions.
"Suck on me-suck my asshole out, lover," he gasped in delight as her tongue slid smoothly in and out, in and out. He was beginning to sweat, and Melinda even enjoyed the odor of his sweat. Opening her eyes, she could see the underside of his hairy balls, and then she saw him grasping his penis.
The excitement of the tongue invading his anus had reached such a pitch that the only way he could stand it any longer was to reach for his penis and pull on it. Back and forth, back and forth he jerked until the bed vibrated with the passion being displayed in her thrusting tongue, and his jerking hand.
"Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful-you're beautiful," he moaned in his excitement. Then, he pulled back and waved his dick in front of her face.
"Honey-do you want my prick in your mouth!"
"Yes, ohhh, yes," she moaned. "Let me suck on it-I want to eat it. I want your thick, creamy cum splashing down my throat."
"Okay, beautiful-here it is."
Opening her mouth, he shoved himself inside her. She took it all in like a trouper. He stabbed it hard back and forth, back and forth and she thought she'd choke on it.
"Baby, open up!" She relaxed, and the slippery, big-headed penis rammed down her throat, as he violently throat-fucked her. His hairy balls bounced on her chin as he rode her face to orgasm.
"That's it, baby-suck on it-eat it-eat it up." He had her well-trained. Her mouth movements were well-geared to keep him thrusting. She had developed her own cocksucking tricks and was employing them all at this moment. When he'd pull his penis farther out, she'd let her tongue slide around its meaty head. To add variety, she'd let her lower lip drag on the underside. He'd quiver in ecstasy, and she'd realize she was turning him on.
"Suck it-suck it off," he gasped in delight, and gripped her head. Hanging on tightly, he drove it down her throat with a fury.
"That's it, cocksucker, suck-suck-suck it!" She thrilled to hearing him talk dirty. He seemed to know every device to make screwing more exciting she reasoned, as his driving penis continued sliding down her throat. But, he couldn't hold it back for long.
The hot sperm splashed down her throat, and she eagerly gulped his juices.
"Go after the juice baby," he smiled, as he watched her fasten her mouth greedily around his cock-head, not wanting to lose one precious drop of the sperm.
"Doesn't that taste good? That's a man's cock juice, baby-best damned tasting juice in the world."
But, his words were wasted. He didn't have to brainwash Melinda about enjoying his sperm-load, she was nuts about it.
Melinda wouldn't quit sucking until she was sure she got all his juice out.
Then, she slowly let loose, and the thick, purple-veined head slid out of her mouth. The teacher who was straddling her, slid down on her, and bent over her face and kissed her passionately. As his tongue threshed against her tongue, he could taste his own sperm. But more than that, he could tell the young lady he'd just had sex with would do anything for him. Her hands reached down his back, sliding over the mounds of his globes. She gripped him tightly, and their tongues continued threshing in a wild Frenching session.
CHAPTER FIVE
When he finally moved his mouth off Melinda, she looked up at him. "Was I okay?"
"You were better than okay," he smiled, "You were sensational-I really mean it, baby-you were sensational!" Then, he got off the bed, and went into the living room and poured himself a shot of scotch. Melinda followed him and mixed herself another bourbon and seven.
"Oh, Wow!" she exclaimed, after downing her drink, "Don't these drinks make you feel fantastic!"
"You bet they do," he smiled, "And one calls for another." Saying no more, he promply poured himself another drink. Then, he thought twice about Melinda's drinking. She was pouring a double shot of bourbon into her glass, and whistling as she mixed it with seven-up.
"Better knock off the drinking," he insisted.
"Why? I can hold my liquor," she smiled. "I'm not drunk-I'd be seeing double if I was drunk-wouldn't I?"
"You've had enough, baby doll."
"That's what you think sex teacher-"
The word 'teacher' hit him in the guts. Now, that his balls were temporarily satisfied, he could see through eyes that weren't so lust-crazed, and he recognized where his own passions were taking him.
"What'sa' matter, teacher? You've got to satisfy me now! Don't cop-out. I want my fuck too!"
"Sure, baby doll," he smiled.
"I want to know what it feels like to get my ass sucked," she insisted.
"Baby, why don't I do it with honey-make your ass taste real sweet-okay?"
"Oh, I'd love that-I really would."
She got on the bed, and the teacher reached over to the nightstand for the plastic honey container.
"Raise your legs up, young lady, way up and hold your arms around them."
Melinda did as she was told, and he stuffed a pillow under her firm, young buttocks. Then, he brought the container of honey over to her and stuffed its plastic nozzle up her vagina. She giggled as she watched him doing it.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I can't help think how funny it would be if the class could see us now. Wouldn't they just flip-out if they knew we were fucking and sucking?"
"The teacher's face went pale.
"Don't mention it. Dear God, it's a horrible thought. They'd tear me to pices if they thought that I'd taken advantage of playing around with the cutest little piece of ass in the shole class."
Sliding the nozzle out of her vagina, he moved down to her anus. He thrust it in the tight anal ring, and squeezed. Then, she giggled.
"God, that feels funny," she gasped.
"It's going to feel awfully good in just a minute," he smiled.
"Now, baby doll-you watch me do you in the mirror!" Melinda glanced over and saw the reflection. She almost burst out laughing again, seeing her legs up in the air with her arms wrapped tightly around them.
Now, the teacher, grapsed her buttocks firmly. Holding on, he proceeded to flip his tongue all around her tight anal ring. Then, he slid it up there and her body quivered with the delicious sexual excitement that surged through her.
"Ohh, I like it. You've got tremendous tongue movements. Ohh, this is how it feels."
His hot tongue worked its way .vigorously all around her anus. Then, pulling her cheeks apart, he stiffened his tongue and stabbed. She let out a shudder of surprise and delight as she realized what a fantastic sensation she was experiencing as his thrusting tongue shot in and out of her hot, honey-dripping asshole.
The teacher was equally turned on. He'd never tasted anything half as delicious as her inviting asshole, coated with honey.
"Suck it," she demanded, "Suck that asshole-suck-suck, suck it out."
He liked her uninhibited cries for his sexual excitation. There was no doubt in his mind that Melinda had to be the most beautiful sex experience he would ever have. He wished he could stop time, freeze it, and savor it-for at this wild moment of sexual delight his penis throbbed, and his head went dizzy. Melinda was wiggling her ass, as his tongue continued invading its tight area.
He knew he'd have to switch to her honey-pot soon as he saw the curly, brown pubic hairs moistening with her cum. Sliding his tongue out of her anus, he licked along her slit, teasing, tantalizing her before he made the hard plunge into her pussy.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes ... yes, lover-do me," she begged when she felt his tongue licking away at her honey-coated cunt. The total sexual delight she felt flashing through her was unlike anything she'd ever imagined sex could be like. It was much better, much more exciting than she'd dreamed possible.
He gripped her body tightly, burying his face in her loins, and she pressed her thighs against him as he sucked away. When he'd finished licking all the honey, he proceeded to flip his tongue up and down her clitoris.
Suddenly, her mouth pressed down and she worked it up and down like a suction cup. She particularly liked this movement, and lowered her hands to run her fingers through his head while he did her.
"I like that-Ohhhh, daddeo-I like it when you suck on my pussy ... do me, do me, lover, do me!"
Her insistence, her writhing about in the throes of sexual ecstasy, all added to the intense pleasure the teacher was obtaining from stimulating her vagina. Using all the expertise he'd acquired through the years of eating pussy, he let his teeth bite down lightly on her vagina. Instantly, she responded with shivers of excitement, causing her body to vibrate again.
Then, he tasted her starting to come. He worked his tongue faster, eager for her juices. Melinda moaned, as he went on. "Again! Faster! Faster!" Then, she was beside herself. Almost as if she was in some kind of sexual convulsion, her head rolled from side to side, her body trembled, she was sweating.
"Ahhh, ohh ... Help! Help!"
She gushed into the teacher's mouth, and swiftly his tongue lapped up her pussy juices.
"I love it-I love it," she groaned, as the teacher finished eating her. The intense passion he'd generated with his tongue had stimulated her to where she didn't want to stop. She came in multiple orgasms, and the teacher's tongue continued lapping. He knew Melinda was oversexed, and this stimulated him still more. Spitting in his hand, he rubbed some of his spit around her asshole after he'd raised his head from her pussy.
Reaching up he grasped her breast, and squeezed.
"Ohhh, yes-keep loving me-keep loving me," she demanded. When he'd finished getting her anus ready for the invasion of his thick, hard penis, he lifted her up.
She looked in the mirror and saw the huge penis about to thrust up her anus. It tormented her. She suddenly decided she would never be able to get it all in.
"Oh, you can't ram that big prick up my asshole," she complained, "you'll kill me with that giant-size dick of yours."
"If you relax I can," he told her.
Melinda let her body go limp, and he slowly eased the head of it up her tight anus. The first thrust about did her in.
"I'm coming apart at the seams," she blurted. "You'll never get it in-"
The sadism surfaced in the teacher. He obtained a double delight in watching her writhe and moan like this.
"Easy does it, baby doll," he smiled. "Just relax and let me do you up real good." Suddenly with one hard jab he got it in. Then, to keep her mind off the pain of the first thrust, he vigorously worked it back and forth, desperately trying to bring her instant pleasure so she could forget the pain.
"Ohhh, that feels groovy," she said quietly, as she lay back and let him aggressively thrust his male member up her tight anus.
The teacher smiled triumphantly. He had her right where he wanted her and she was turning on for him.
"Ohh, baby, that's it-fuck it," he gasped, as the pleasure mounted in his loins. Stabbing it high up her asshole, he felt his balls banging against her buttocks.
Reaching out, he played with her breasts with both hands. Massaging them, kneading them, and flipping the nipples between his thumb and his first finger intensely excited her.
"Ahhh, ohh-yes-yes ... like that-like that," she groaned in delight as he continued pumping it to her.
Suddenly, she developed her own pace, using her tight anus muscles to grasp it, release it, grasp it as he drove it up there.
The innocent face looking up at him, the soft, tender young skin, the tight anus-virgin territory-all combined to make the teacher shiver with excitement.
"Fuck it,"-he blurted, "Fuck-fuck-fuck it!" In and out, the hard penis shoved, and Melinda's movements were instinctual and right.
"Oh, baby, I can't last long," he moaned, tightening his grip on her nipples. "Fuck it back-when I drive it to you-throw it back to me, baby! Yes-yes ... Fuck-fuck ... fuck it off!"
With driving thrusts, he brought himself to a shattering climax. Ramming it in to the hilt, with his balls bouncing on her white, firm buttocks, he gasped, "Ahhh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck-fuck ... fuck it off!"
The hot sperm flashed up her anus, and she again used her muscles to grip, release, grip his penis.
He continued thrusting while his penis was shooting, and his hands still worked all over Melinda's breasts. Again, her head rolled back and forth as she experienced more ecstasy. As the teacher slid his eight and a half inches of hard cock out of her, she watched.
"That's beautiful," she sighed, "I took it all-every inch of you-that was groovy."
He flipped over, and lay beside her, holding her tenderly in his arms.
"I wish I didn't have to go home tonight," she said softly. "I wish I could stay all night with you."
"So do I," the teacher chuckled, "but you know what?"
"What?"
"Neither one of us would get any sleep! We'd be fucking and sucking all night long-"
"That, teacher, is why I want to stay here."
Once again, the word teacher made him wince. Anything but that.
"You know I'm hot again," she said, reaching down and patting her vagina.
"Baby, I just shot my load. I can't get my rocks off again that fast," he laughed, "I only wish I had a repeater peter when you're in bed with me."
"You could use your tongue," she said casually. "I like your tongue-"
"All right," he smiled, "I'll eat your pussy-" His tongue slid down to her breasts. Circling the nipple, he finally bore down and sucked on her breast.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," she sighed, and he moved his mouth to the other breast. Then, he made a tongue trail down to her moist mound. Licking her curly brown pubic hair, he further excited her. Then, he stabbed her vagina with his tongue and again, her thighs gripped him. He loved the feel of her soft thighs against the side of his the feel of her soft thighs against the side of his face while he went to work sucking on her slit. The tongue lashed all around inside her, exploring the walls of her vagina, flipping quickly to excite her. Then, he focused the tongue action on her love button. Lashing it with his own speedy tempo, he was bring her once again to a crescendo of sexual excitation.
"Ohhh, ahh-suck me-eat me, eat me," she begged. The teacher felt her juices coming, and gripped her tightly as he sucked her in.
"Oh, Wow!" she blurted. "That is fantastic! Suck me-suck me, teacher ... ohhhh, you pussy eater ... this is a suckathon!" Her hands reached down to guide him over her vagina as he lapped up her juices. Then, he pulled out and looked up at her.
"How was that kitten?"
"Best sex lesson you ever gave me, teacher," she smiled.
"Do you have to call me teacher?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"I don't like to have you remind me you're my student. It-it makes me feel edgy."
"Why? I'll never tell."
Patting her thigh gently, he smiled, "No-no, I know you'd never tell-I really trust you. But things like this always seem to have a way of getting out, and then all hell breaks loose."
"That's not going to happen," she insisted.
"But, kitten-what if your Mom stays home one night and you don't show up. What then?"
"Will you stop worrying? You're making me nervous. I was up there on a cloud-cloud nine-and you're bringing me down to earth-don't do that?"
"We have to be realistic and face facts-sometime!"
"Not now-now-hug me, kiss me-love me-shut out the world. Just the two of us, that's all that counts."
The teacher drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her tenderly. Then, he kissed her. She opened her mouth and their tongues flipped against each other. Soon they were feeling each other all over with their hands.
After a few passionate kisses, he glanced at the clock.
"Baby, it's time ... I'm sorry."
"Aren't you ever going to get that clock without hands I told you about?" she complained.
"I tried," he played along with her, "but they're all out of them. They had such a run on them, they've got to order more."
Melinda laughed. She got off the bed, and turned to the teacher, "We'd both better shower-we've probably still got some honey in our holes."
"Okay," he laughed along with her, "we'll clean our holes out."
He stepped into the bathroom, and she followed. When the water was right, they both stepped into the shower. Soon they were soaping each other.
"Turn around," Melinda chuckled, "let me soap your ass out-this is fun."
The teacher turned around, and his eager student soon soaped his buttocks. He turned up so the water could wash the soap out. Then, he turned to Melinda.
"Now, I'll do it for you."
"Okay," she agreed, and soon he was busily engaged in the task of soaping both her vagina and anus. When they were properly soaped, she held herself so the water could wash the soapsuds off.
Then they got out of the shower and dried off. They both got dressed and the teacher held her in his arms a long moment, looking into her innocent young eyes.
"You know I like you, don't you?"
"Why, yes-I guess I do," she laughed.
"You'd never turn on me, would you?"
Anger flashed across her face.
"How could you ever think of such a thing-I love you-you know that!"
CHAPTER SIX
Even though Melinda had spoken of her love the night before the next day when the teacher awoke he got a cold, clammy feeling. It was nearing test time and he'd been so pre-occupied with Melinda he'd forgotten to make out his tests. He knew he'd have to spend the next couple of days and the week-end working on tests.
Meanwhile, Melinda's mother was becoming highly suspicious of her late at night study sessions. And she told her flatly, the same morning, "I don't believe you, Melinda. You've never studied like this before. Where are you till midnight? P don't know of any of your friends who study that hard."
"Will you leave me alone, damnit," she snapped. Her face reddened and she slid into her clothes and started to leave her home without eating her breakfast.
"I'm coming home tonight," her mother told her flatly. "I'm not neglecting my little girl."
"Forget me," Melinda begged, "Let me live a life of my own ... forget that I ever lived-you don't really care about me. I know you don't.
"Is that any way to talk to your mother?"
"What kind of a mother are you?"
"The only one you've got!" Melinda reluctantly sat down and had her breakfast and then she went to school. She arrived at the same time as her teacher, Mr. Kent. She saw him walking toward the school building and waved, Nervously, he waved back to her, hoping she wouldn't come over and start talking.
But, she did. She sidled up to him and informed him bluntly, "Mom is giving me hell for being out late nights."
"I thought you told me she was crusing bars most of the time...."
"Oh, it's not every night. She's been staying home lately and that's how she knows about us-"
"About us?" the teacher groaned.
"I mean about us staying out late-"
"We better play it cool," he warned her. Just then the Principal walked by, and he leaned over to listen.
"Good morning, Mr. Kent," the Principal smiled.
"Morning-" the teacher gulped. Then, when they were safely away from him, he told Melinda, "Don't talk to me in public-better tell me all about it after school today-okay?"
"In your classroom after everybody's gone?"
"No, that's dangerous-you'd be better off if you meet me at my car-"
The day seemed to crawl by. The only thing the teacher could think of was the moment when he and Melinda would talk about her Mom's suspicions. As fate would have, the Principal had to step into his classroom after school-just when he wanted to charge off to his car to meet Melinda.
"I'd like a few words with you," the Principal began.
"Go right ahead-"
"Well, I've been observing you," he smiled, "and I think you focus too much attention on some of your students."
"Anyone in particular?" the teacher asked the Principal.
"Yes, he said smoothly, "Melinda!"
"Melinda?" the teacher gulped, "Oh, yes-well, she had problems and-"
"I don't give a damn about her problems. I'm concerned with Melinda's Mom. And you should be too. She's coming in for a conference with me today. She thinks she's gotten in with bad company and she wonders if I can help her."
"Oh, that's too bad," Mr. Kent shook his head.
"Isn't it, though?" the Principal half-smirked.
"She's a very well developed girl for her age and any horny man could be tempted to try her out for size!"
"Well, I hope the poor kid is just going over to a girlfriend's house and there's nothing more to her staying out late than that-"
"For your information, her Mom is going to have her movements watched. So, she'll soon know where she has been going the past few nights. I just thought I'd tell you this because I know she considers you a confidant."
"She does?" he asked in alarm.
"Why yes-don't you remember when she was talking to you so long after school that day, when I chanced to walk in and noticed both your doors were closed. You must recall how I warned you against having both classroom doors closed with a girl student with you."
"Oh, yes, I remember now," the teacher nodded nervously.
"I thought you would," the Principal winced, and then he turned and walked out of the room.
The teacher felt trapped. Now, he had her Mom on his trail as well as the Principal. He could be under surveillance right now. Yet, he'd promised Melinda he'd meet her. He felt compelled to keep his word with her for she was so volatile that she would explode into a million pieces if he didn't show up when she expected he would.
Putting his papers together, in his briefcase and making a mental note to remind himself that he had to get his tests prepared, he decided to tell her today it was all over. There was no other way.
As he walked out of the school, he saw a woman he thought could well be Melinda's mother entering the Principal's office. She was a youthful looking woman with a good form, just like Melinda. There was enough of a resemblance to make his skin crawl. If she knew he was the one who was molesting Melinda, she'd probably want to tear his eyes out, and clip off his penis in the process.
He walked down the hall, out the door and across the high-school campus over to his car parked some distance. Sure enough, Melinda was waiting. He couldn't tell her right off the bat as she looked disgusted he was so late.
"What kept you?" she demanded, "some sexy chick who you want to make out with?"
"Knock it off, Melinda," he said tightly. "Get in the car-I want to talk to you."
"Alright," she said quietly.
Once they were driving down the highway, she became eager to know what he had to say.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Us," he told her flatly. "The Principal is suspicious of you and me."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you why. Your Mom phoned him today and told him she wants to talk to him about you. About your staying out late nights. Said she's worrying about you getting in with bad company ... and added she's sure you've got a lover or lov-
"Sounds just like her. Dirty minded bitch."
"Don't talk that way about your own Mom."
"Well, it's the truth. She is trying to pull us apart, and she can't do it."
Melinda's hand moved to his thigh, and suddenly began massaging on his penis through his pants. The teacher under these taut circumstances was unconcerned with anything Melinda felt sexually. Survival was preceding sex interests in his scale of interest.
"Baby, can't you understand. They'd nail me if they ever thought I secuded you."
"I seduced you," Melinda declared emphatically.
"We know that, they don't."
"Oh, baby," she begged, "let me have sex with you one more time. I'll do anything. I eat your sperm, I'll suck your ass. I'll let you fuck my armpits."
"Armpits?"
"Yes-haven't you ever screwed a woman's armpits?"
"No," the teacher admitted, "where on earth did you hear about fucking armpits? "
"My Mom has fucking position pictures at home. She uses them to whet the appetites of some of the men she picks up at the bars."
"Let me take you home," he insisted.
"One more time," she begged, "If we can make it one more time I won't bother you anymore."
The teacher relented. She had him right where she wanted him. But the thought of relief that swept over him when he figured it could be finished with one more time made him get hot to have sex with her again.
"Melinda," he smiled, "we'll do it the same way. Then, if you ever talk to me-better phone me."
"Why?"
"Because we don't dare let anybody see us together anymore. We simply can't afford it ... can't you understand?"
"Well, if Mom is having us watched-yes-I guess we don't have much choice in the matter."
"We really don't," the teacher said sadly. Then, he began thinking over what a lot of fun he'd have ramming his penis up her hot gash. She was sexually excited, not wanting to wait another minute until she leaped in bed with him and had him. He pulled up to the curb and let her out. Then, he drove to his apartment, parking in the basement garage as usual. He heaved a sigh of relief when he realized there was no one watching. Melinda felt edgy herself as she walked down the street. Turning around she tried to see if anybody was watching. She did see a man behind her, and he was looking at her. But it was impossible to tell whether he was actually checking her movements out for her Mom or for his own personal sexual satisfaction, as she was a beautiful sex animal in motion when she walked down a street.
Then, she walked on and never looked back again. As she came to the apartment house, the landlady saw her. When she walked up to the teacher's apartment, the curious landlady made a mental note. It wasn't difficult to remember Melinda, and she wondered why the young girl would be going to her teacher's apartment day after day.
He heard the knock, and opened the door quickly.
"Hi, baby," he smiled at her.
"Hi, love," she grinned up at him. In a moment the door was bolted and the two of them were in each others arms. Their lips met in a hot kiss and then she reached down and felt of his penis through his pants.
"God a good load in there for me?" she demanded.
"You bet I have," he replied, "I'm just dying to give you a good fucking!"
Melinda slowly unzipped his pants, and reaching inside she brought his tool out and looked at it. Its huge head, and thick circumference excited her imagination.
"Oh, baby, I love that joystick," she panted. Getting down on her knees, she really turned her teacher on. She grasped it firmly in her hand, pointing its head to her mouth.
"Suck on it," he demanded, "go ahead and suck on me." Melinda's mouth moved slowly, teasingly over his penis. Soon, his hands were gripping her head, his fingers going through her hair and the two of them were going to town.
"Oh, baby, I want it," he panted, and the thick penis slid inside her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes closed, her cheeks sucked in and she let him have his way.
Throat-fucking Melinda was driving him out of his mind. "That's it, baby-suck on it!" he cried out as his penis continued thrusting down her throat. "Ohhhh, I can feel it," he moaned in delight. "I like it-I like it!"
The hot, throbbing penis slid down her throat and she grabbed his buttocks. She wanted the feel of his flesh, and momentarily she slid her mouth off it.
"Baby, let's undress," she smiled, "I like it when I can feel your smooth ass."
"Alright, sweetheart," he smiled, and peeled out of his garments. She didn't take long to strip either and naked they walked into his bedroom. Quickly throwing the unmade bedclothes back, they began their wild screwing escapade.
He raised his legs up, slipping a pillow underneath his buttocks and told her to suck.
"Get over here, baby, and lick on my butt!"
Melinda accommodated him quickly. Her tongue whipped out and she licked all around his tight anus. He had trained her well for he knew enough to let her continue on her own.
"Why don't you suck it way up there-let your tongue slide in," he begged at least.
Melinda's tongue stiffened and she thrust with one hard jab. His anus quivered as her tongue flipped in and out of his behind.
"Ohhh, yes-yes-I like that," he gasped, watching in the mirror as she went on, her face buried in his buttocks. His balls bounced on her head as he gripped his mainstem in one hand and began pumping.
"We call this rim and jerk," he laughed, "You rim my asshole and I jerk my pecker."
With her thrusting tongue, Melinda built him to the point of orgasm without difficulty.
"Baby, lick on my balls, he begged. "Oh! Yes!" She tore her tongue out of his anus, and licked feverishly on his hairy, big balls. Then, she lipped each ball into her mouth and sucked on them.
"How about that?" he panted, "my balls taste good, baby?"
Her mouth was too full of his nuts to answer.
Then, he held out his rigid pecker, and begged her to let him ram it in her mouth.
"Sure, lover," she smiled, proudly pulling hit penis to her lips. She kissed its apex, and then slowly slipped her mouth over its head. Flipping her tongue over the top of it, she proceeded to build up a suction.
"Suck on it," he begged, "Suck the whole shaft!"
She took the whole penis in her mouth then and slid up and down its slickened surface. The smell of his hot loins excited her. The sight of his curb pubic hair excited her. By alternation speeds, she sucked at different tempos. For a moment, she'd let her head bob up and down the penis. Then, she'd move slowly, and finally she let her lower lip drag on its underside, exciting the sensitive glans section of the penis.
Instinctively, the teacher's hands went down to her head, and he held her there.
"Hold on, honey! Ohh, yes-I like this, I like it!"
Now, she increased the pace of her cocksucking and the teacher shoved it down her throat. In a sudden hard jab, the penis exploded in her mouth.
The young girl got a big load of thick, creamy sperm. She shivered in delight as she sucked the delicious juice, tasting it, savoring it. Delighted .hat Melinda enjoyed devouring his sperm so much, he kept shooting his juice into her mouth.
Finally, she released his penis, and let it flip back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Let me sit on your face," Melinda smiled. "I'm so hot to have your tongue do me, teacher."
"Sure, baby," he smiled, "move up!"
She straddled the teacher's face, and lowered herself. He reached up and gripped her breasts, massaging them as she got closer. Suddenly his tongue invaded her hot hole and she sent up and down on it.
"I like your tongue in my asshole," she sighed excitedly. "Ohhh, that feels fantastic!"
Whipping his hot tongue around her anus, he gripped her thighs firmly. Melinda watched in the mirror and it stimulated her to see his tongue swishing around there.
Then, she got so hot she had to have him doing her vagina. His tongue slid up her tight vagina, aid she wiggled.
"Suck me-suck me," she begged, as his tongue licked at the walls of her vagina. "Ohhhhh-yes ... yes!" she gasped, her hands seizing his head in her tight grip.
He liked her dominance, her force, her girlish, youthful uninhibited attitude. If she enjoyed having someone licking at her pussy, he loved the idea of doing it. And he did it with a talented tongue, skilled in the expert ways of having sex with this area.
"Thrust your tongue way up there," she urged him on. With feverish tongue-jabs, he drove on to orgasm. Suddenly, Melinda let out a howl of delight.
"Ahhh-ohhhh ... yes ... yes ... I love it, I love it," she moaned, and the hot sucking session ending in a gush of juices.
Eagerly licking her love button, he held her lips tightly, as he sucked her in.
"Oh, teach," she moaned, "YOU are driving me crazy! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
The teacher finished eating her, and then moved is mouth away from her vagina, a happy smile flashing across his face.
"Was I good?"
"Melinda, baby, you weren't just good! You were downright delicious."
Then, he told her, "I've got to fuck you again! I'm really hot for you."
"I guess you must be," she smiled, "you want to fuck me enough. How about trying my armpits?"
"Alright, armpits it is!"
She got off him, and rolled over on her back. Then, she raised her arm at just the right angle to accommodate his penis. He straddled her, and couldn't hold back his laughter and delight at the very idea of making it this way.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked her.
"Us," he replied, "I-I hope you have a good sense of humor!"
"Yes, I do," she smiled, "Now if you want to fuck me-go ahead ... I'll move my arms just right so my armpit will be like a grabbing pussy."
"Okay."
As he slid his penis into her armpit, she moved it quickly. The sensation was delightful. He pushed, she moved her armpit up and down.
"I see what you mean," he laughed.
Then, he thrust it back and forth, building up a good tense pressure.
"You like it don't you, teach?"
"Yes," he nodded, saying no more but guiding her armpit movements so he could produce the most possible pleasure from their sex bout.
"Now, try my titties," she smiled, "I like the feel of your big pecker sliding between my titties when you press my tits together on both sides."
"Okay, lover," he laughed, quickly gripping her breasts, and pressing them against his rock-hard penis. As he massaged his firm, hard penis with her soft breasts, his balls tingled with excitement.
"My balls even get it-I feel it way down to my toes!"
"Is it like that when you fuck with everybody?" Melinda asked sincerely.
"No, baby, you're a wild chick. I turn-on with you a lot different than I do with other women.
"I want your cherry," he smiled.
"I want you to stab me with that big, hard prick," she grinned. Her innocent eyes, her uninhibited laughter, all combined to excite her to no end. He swept down to her legs, and straddled her. She looked up anxiously, as if she was afraid, yet possessed to have him every way she could.
"I shouldn't do this," he said frankly, "I really shouldn't do this."
"But I'm begging you," she said softly, "You're not raping me-I want to be fucked ... and I love you, so why shouldn't we?"
Melinda's simple logcial deduction was all he needed to make him go right ahead. Firmly, letting his knees dig into the bed, she shoved his penis hard up her.
"Oh," she groaned in pain, as the dam broke and the blood gushed. This didn't stop the teacher. It only turned him on all the more. A virgin fuck had the special pleasure of being number one. The vagina gripped his tool as he thrust away.
Melinda reached out to grip his buttocks, kneading them, pinching them as he rammed it to her.
"Fuck me, lover, fuck me," she begged. In hard, driving thrusts, the teacher drove his male member up her tight-fitting vagina. "I love you, I love you," she panted, "I-I saved it for you-just for you."
Her adoration, adding to her beautiful breasts, her glazed with lust eyes, and her tight-fit was driving him to the brink. He increased the pace of his thrusts, her finger slid up his tight anus. She used her finger to stab his anus, and this added to his pleasure. As her finger jabbed up his quivering asshole, his penis stabbed her tight vagina.
"I like that," he told her, "That feels real good, lover. Let's make it together now-okay."
"Yes," she smiled, "We're right-on!"
Driving himself, he watched her expressions change as the thrilling new sensations she was experiencing flashed across her lust-driven face.
"Baby," she smiled, "Hurry up! I'm almost there."
"Okay," he nodded anxiously, "throw your pelvis up to me and let's get it off-okay?"
"Okay," she sighed, and then the huge penis exploded, with Melinda gushing a split-second later.
"We made it-we made it," she gasped.
"Yes, luv-we did it on target!" His mouth pressed on hers, her mouth opened and his tongue found her tongue as they soul-kissed.
When he quit kissing her, he slowly slid his penis out. Glancing down at the bed, he commented, "Baby, this is a mess!"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. We'll clean it up."
Together, they took the bedclothes off and he threw them in the tub to rinse the blood off. It had gone through the sheets and onto the bed pad, but worse-it had even seeped through to the mattress.
"How will you get that out?"
"Cleaning fluid," he responded casually, "and anyway, I consider your blood on my bed as the most erotic thing in this house. It marks the time I took on the cutest virgin in town."
Melinda brightened when he flattered her.
"And I think you're the greatest teacher stud ever!" Teacher-the word teacher didn't bring a positive response at all, but a negative one. It brought back a vision of his credential. It brought back the torment of being discovered, and it resurected the current fear he felt over Melinda's Mom coming to see his Principal.
"We'd better get you home," he said, a worried look forming on his face.
"No," she insisted, "I don't want to go home."
"You don't want to go home," he blurted in shock and surprise. "What do you want?"
"To live with you," she said simply.
"But that can never be-I'm more than twice your age. You can't stay here."
"If we got married, I could.
"Marriage? Whoever mentioned anything about marriage?"
"I'm talking about it," she answered, "when two people are as crazy about each other as we so obviously are I think we should definitely consider marriage."
"Later!"
As the teacher walked back to the shower, he suddenly realized how deep in trouble he really was. Each sexual episode seemed to suck him in deeper, and deeper into a wild whirlpool of sex until he wondered when the torment would ever end-if ever!
"Come in and take your shower with me," he told her.
"Alright," she called back quietly, obviously hurt by the fact he put such a wet damper on any marriage talk. As she got in the shower, he had an idea.
"Baby, you soap me up good and I'll slip it to you from behind, okay?"
"Alright," she smiled, "but I really shouldn't. You just want to use me."
"Baby doll," he chuckled, "Don't we have a lot of fun without getting serious?"
"Yes," she smiled, "but you can't help it when you fall in love-and I'm in love with you."
Reaching down, she grasped his penis and began soaping it. He soaped her breasts, massaging them at the same time, and lightly tweaking her nipples.
"You really turn me on," he told her frankly, "You really do. There's not another chick in school that has what you've got-and that's the truth."
"Thanks," she said, but it was a weak thanks-for the thing that meant the most to her was the security of his love, aided by the marriage contract. This, she hoped she could swing-by giving him everything, including her cherry. It hadn't worked out the way she'd calculated, and there was nothing left to give.
"Turn around, baby doll," he asked her. "I want to shove it up your behind, baby!"
Spreading her buttocks, he soaped her anus. With his penis gripped in one hand, and parting her buttock check with the other, he slowly eased his slippery penis up her.
"Slow down," she insisted, "E-E-Easy does it!"
"I know how to do it," he assured her, and with one sudden lunge, he thrust his eight and a half inches of rock-hard penis up her tight, tremendous asshole.
"Ohhhh," she blurted, "ahhhhhhh," followed. From pain to pleasure in a split second. Her teacher knew how to do it so the black moment was liquidated with moments of extreme pleasure.
"Yes, yes-I like that," she panted. His hard, thrusting movements brought her enormous pleasure. "Fuck me-fuck me!" she groaned, and the pleasure built.
Placing his hands around her he began massageing her breasts at the same time. She liked the double-play, and turned to watch his lust-crazed face as he ran it up her.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful-do me-diddle me while you're fucking my asshole," she demanded.
Holding one hand on her breast, he moved his other down to her vagina. By inserting a couple of fingers he diddled her excitedly. Back and forth, back and forth, his fingers flew in the tight vagina. With the combination of a hand on her breast, massaging, pinching its nipple, two fingers in her snatch and his thick, pulsating penis driving up her behind, she was obtaining maximum pleasure.
"Fuck me-fuck me," she begged, "Ohhhh, baby-give it to me. I want it all."
"You're going to get it," he declared, "Hang in, honey-you'll get it."
This excitement built, built until his huge tool shot its load.
She threw her buttocks back to meet his cock-thrust. And, it turned her on so much she was in a frenzy.
"Keep that backfield in motion," he begged, looking down to watch her smooth, trim buttocks as they gobbled up his penis and pushed back to meet his forward drive.
"Drive it to the left baby," he begged.
She wiggled her buttocks to the left. Then, he groaned in delight as her twisting of his hard penis produced a certain kind of pleasure sensation.
"Now, baby-drive it to the right!"
She churned her buttocks around, and again he felt the super sensation of sexual excitement surge through his body.
"Ahhh, ohh, yes-yes. Faster! Faster!" Her ass worked with machine precision on his driving dick. She was going out of her gourd with delight, as he drove it hard inside her.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck off," he blurted, and suddenly in a blinding flash of passion his" penis spurted its creamy, thick juices high up her asshole.
"Oh, lover-that's fantastic! More, more, baby, more!" He didn't quit shooting. He kept it up as her asshole milked him for more.
"Oh, baby, he panted, as he quit pushing, "you're too much."
Letting his penis slide out of her behind, he turned her around and kissed her under the light sprinkle of the shower. As their mouths merged, her breasts cuddling him, he reached down to grasp her buttocks, drawing her closer to him.
She melted in his arms, and their tongues began another Frenching session. When he finally did pull away from her, they both laughed, as if to release the pent-up tension that their constant intercourse had built up within them.
"We'd better get dressed," he told her. "We've got to get you home."
"Long as you promise you'll fuck me again-"
"Baby, you've got me caught in your tender trap. We'll screw again-but we've got to be more careful. We'll have to knock off this after school fucks bit-because with your Mom having someone watch-it'll get dangerous."
"From a phone booth," she said quickly, "From a phone booth-I could call you and Mom would never know a damned thing about it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the teacher dropped his young student off, he realized he was in a hot spot. He couldn't refuse her anymore, but he couldn't be caught with her. The only way out would be to meet her at motels. It had become much too dangerous to get together at his apartment.
He went back home and he hadn't been in his apartment ten minutes but there was a knock on the door. He cautiously opened it, and he saw the t landlady.
"Yes-"
"Mr. Kent," she began nervously, "Could I have a few words with you?"
"Why, yes-come in-"
He opened the door and let her in. She sat down, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting to see someone.
"What is it?"
"Well, I had a mysterious phone call. Someone called and asked first if you lived here. I, of course, said yes, figuring maybe it was a delivery company trying to deliver something you know. So, the next next thing that happened they up and asked if I ever saw you bring any young girl student by."
"Oh, my God!"
"Well, you can calm down," she soothed his frayed nerves. "My lips were sealed. By then I knew the score. Somebody was checking on you. Sure, I've seen the young girl but I'm not about to tell them. You've been a good tenant-quiet and all, and I suppose you were just trying to help some young girl with her homework."
"I'm so glad you understand," the teacher smiled. "I really am thankful for that-you know a lot of people would just have a lot of dirty thoughts about our relationship. But, this young girl is so anxious to learn-"
"I know," the landlady smiled, arching her eyebrow. "But school is the best place for learning, isn't it, Mr. Kent?"
"Yes, yes, it is," he enthused.
"Well, I just thought I'd alert you. I've said nothing. But if they stake the place out and she comes here again, you're headed for trouble. Don't you see?"
"I-I do see," the teacher gulped, "and I can't thank you enough for helping me."
The landlady got up, nodded and smiled, "What are we here for but to help each other?" she said, as she walked out the door.
"Thanks, again," the teacher told her, shutting the door behind her. By now, he was fit to be tied. He felt eyes were watching all over. He took a couple aspirins and went to bed.
When Melinda got home, her mother was waiting for her.
"Where have you been, baby doll?" she smirked. "Walking-"
"This late at night. It isn't safe for a beautiful, young girl like you to be out alone at night?"
"Why are you worried about me all of a sudden? Did your business at the bar fall off? Are you losing your sexual appeal? What's up?"
"How dare you talk that way to your own Mom?" Her mother walked right over to her and slapped her face.
Melinda put her hand to her face soberly.
"You shouldn't have done that!"
"I've got to get some sense in your head one way or another," her mother blurted. "You carrying on like you've gone out of your mind ... dear god, it's awful!"
Melinda went into her bedroom and lay down on the bed. But her Mom wouldn't let her be. She stalked in and said, I'I've been checking on you and don't think I haven't. I'm sure I know what's been happening."
"You're sure of nothing!"
"Not yet, baby doll, but I think I know who is molesting my little daughter?"
"Who?"
"Mr. Kent-your schoolteacher!" she smirked triumphantly, "and we'll catch you two together if there's anymore of this monkey business."
"Oh, you're sweet," Melinda laughed, "And you're dead wrong. But let me advise you, Mom-I never checked on all the men you ran through your bedroom, so don't you try to put the nails in me."
"You've got a nerve-"
"Well, the way you carried on in the bedroom right next to me all these years ... you've got a nerve!"
Melinda's Mom walked out of the room. She was indignantly hostile. The fact Melinda had told the truth had nothing to do with it. It just made her bitter indeed to think she'd been told off-and told off so expertly by her own daughter.
The next day when the teacher went to school, the Principal had placed a note in his teacher box in the reception room. It read, 'See me before you go to your class today', and he knew what to expect.
Walking down the narrow corridor leading to the Principal's office, he felt his hear begin to pound and he didn't like it. It bugged him so much he wished he could turn around, but he knew he didn't dare. Tapping on the door brought a quick response. "Come in-"
He opened the door, and the Principal smiled at him, "Come in-sit down I have something I must talk to you about."
"Yes-I want to hear-"
The teacher sat down, and the Principal smiled.
"I just hate to have to bring this matter up. But, now and then it becomes necessary to talk to a teacher. I mean talk straight from the shoulder
"Go ahead, don't pull any punches with me. I want it straight from the shoulder."
"Alright," he boomed, "I'll tell you. Melinda's Mom was here yesterday and she says she thinks Melinda is having a sex affair with somebody."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"Well, I'll tell you quite frankly I thought of you!"
"You did?" The teacher's face flushed, his throat went dry, and he never said another word. The Principal was hawk-eyed, watching every response to this lightning-bolt charge.
"Well, you remember the day you had both doors closed in your classroom-and I found you alone with Melinda."
"Yes ... and I've never kept doors closed since."
"That's good," the Principal nodded, "but there is some other evidence which is rather damaging. You see you forgot how many eyes are on a teacher. When a young kid who had the hots for Melinda followed her after school one day he caught her hanging around a car on a side street. The car was your car. He tried to lure Melinda away, but she wouldn't budge. So, the kid walked down the street and waited."
"What?"
"Yes," the Principal continued, "Waited until you came along, opened the door and let Melinda hop in and then he saw you both drive away."
"I can explain-"
"I hope you can," the Principal smiled.
"She wanted to talk to me in private about her grades. She'd been doing so poorly, she thought she'd fail."
"And did she offer sex as a substitute for doing her schoolwork?"
Angrily, the teacher demanded, "Are you trying to frame me? You know I would never touch a young student, I-I-"
"Don't be so defensive," the Principal warned coolly. "It doesn't become you when your face gets red, and it doesn't require such a denial when nothing has taken place."
The eyeball to eyeball confrontation amused the Principal for a split-second, but tortured the teacher.
"Melinda has a lot of problems," he stammered.
"I know," he nodded, "and one of them is having a body of a fifteen year old girl, going on eighteen. Kent, I know she's well-developed, nice breasts, beautiful legs, trim ankles. She's a real knockout."
"I never thought of her that way," the teacher covered quickly.
"I'm sure not," the Principal smiled. "Well, that's all I wanted to see you about. I'm sure you'll avoid the appearance of evil as the good book says, and let your students confront you in your classroom-with both doors open-and not in your car after school hours."
"Right!" He got to his feet, turned around and walked out of the office. He tried to go over everything he had said to determine if he'd left himself wide open. He realized he'd gotten too angry and he remonstrated with himself for his own responses.
As he walked to his classroom, he found himself looking at the best developed young women and he found them all very fascinating indeed. But, he told himself he'd better lay off if he didn't want to get into a lot of trouble.
The day seemed to speed by until the last class when Melinda came in. She would have to sit there so he could see she was wearing no panties. As his eyes fell on her white thighs, and he saw her curly, brown public hair, he felt himself starting to sweat. Glancing up, he saw Melinda smile. And when he glanced to the right, he saw another student smile. Looking to the left, he saw another student pick-up on what was bothering him. He felt trapped, caged in a classroom.
"Students," he began, "We begin the study of Rome today. The Roman Empire borrowed from Greece for their Gods, and for their bizarre sexual practices."
Suddenly a hand shot up in the back of the classroom.
"What's a sex-orgy, teacher?"
"A sex orgy," Mr. Kent gulped, "what's that got to do with our history lesson?"
"Orgies have a lot to do with Roman History," the student answered in a flip manner, "Could you tell us about the Roman Orgies."
"Well," the teacher h-edged, "It is a part of history-I guess it wouldn't hurt to describe some of the things that went on in Rome. For one thing they became gluttons at their feasts. They like to eat so much, they'd force themselves to vomit the food so they could eat again."
"Do you suppose they provided vomit bags at their feasts, like they provide urp bags on the planes?"
"No," the teacher said abruptly as a ripple of laughter swept acorss the classroom.
"How do you know? Were you there?" the wise-ass kid retorted.
"Now let's go on with our study-"
"You still haven't told us about the sex orgies the old Romans dug, man-tell us about them groovy wing-dings."
"Sexually, the Romans were debauched. Their minds were forever on their genitals. They liked to have ininhibited sexual parties where the main idea was for everybody to do everything he could think of ... and this some say helped bring on the downfall of the Roman Empire."
"But," one kid persisted, "They were screwing-"
"Don't use that word in this classroom."
"Sorry, teacher, I mean fornicating. They were, well, we all know what they were doing-when they went up to power!"
The teacher thought a moment, and suddenly realized the kid did have a point. Nervously scratching the side of his face, he nodded, "Well it is true, the Romans were carrying on the same way sexually when they rose to power as when they fell from power."
"So the sex argument doesn't hold water, right, teach?"
"Not much," the teacher admitted, "One man named Glasschieb in a book called 'March of Medicine' claims the real reason the Romans fell was because they over-extended their empire too far, and their armies fell sick. Minus the advances in medicine, their armies collapsed with illness, and thus they fell."
"So you could Penicillin could have saved the Roman Empire," one kid suggested.
"This author contends-not just penicillin and not a series of drugs, but the overall medical knowledge we have today for our armies could possibly have saved the Roman armies, and thus held the empire together."
Suddenly the shrill sound of the bell let the teacher know the class period was over. Gratefully, he left the classroom, but Melinda tagged along behind him.
"We can't talk here," he whispered, "I'm watched. They've staked out my apartment, and they check my every move here. You must phone me."
"Is your phone bugged?"
"They can't do that," he assured her.
"Okay, luv. I'll phone you when you get home."
When she walked away, the teacher turned to see if anyone was looking. Sure enough, the Principal was standing at the other end of the hall, a pleased smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
The teacher turned away, went down the steps to the next floor and never looked back till he was out of the building, No one was watching him then, and if they were, Melinda was safely nowhere near.
When he got back to his car, he noticed a good-looking young man standing there. "Hi," the kid smiled. "Hello-"
"Guess I broke you and Melinda up," he chuckled.
"I was helping her with her homework," the teacher snapped defensively.
"Yeah, I know," the kid beamed, "up at your apartment. Oh, you're easy to read. Well, you can lay off now because she won't be going home with you anymore."
"You know I ought to punch you in the nose," the teacher said angrily.
"And prove your guilt," the kid said tightly, "Hymph!"
"What noble motivation makes you so concerned with Melinda's welfare?" the teacher asked hotly.
"Just the same intentions you had, Teach-only I don't lie about it. I want to ball her. And, I don't want to compete with a teacher. You got her grades over her, and all I got, man is my prick."
"Judging from the lengths you're going to to check on Melinda, you must have a lot to offer her."
"Nine solid inches-can she take it?"
"Get out of my way."
"And you stay out of her life," he glared, as the teacher drove off.
When the teacher got home, the phone was ringing. He picked it up quickly.
"Melinda," he breathed into the phone quickly.
"Oh, I miss you," she said quietly. "I miss you so much-"
"I'm sorry, baby,-we've got to cool it."
"You mean I can never see you again?"
"I never said that."
"I just think we ought to lay off it awahile. I'm being watched."
"Zowie!" Melinda shriekd, "You think I'm not. Every move. Okay, if that's the way you want it, goodbye!"
CHAPTER NINE
As Melinda moved away from the phone booth, she saw a young man watching her. It was the same young man who'd seen her leave the school area with her teacher. A young man, whose own intense sexual desires were so great, he insisted on keeping very close track of her every move.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped.
"You'd never guess," he smiled.
In his smile Melinda caught the broad hint of desire. She studied him closely for a long moment. He was muscular, blonde, and blue-eyes, with an innocent, yet knowing look.
"What's your name?" she asked him after a long moment.
"Bill," he told her, "I know your name-it's Melinda."
"Look, Bill-I'm not interested."
"But I am," he said intently. "I've been trailing you and your teacher friend. I know what he does. He takes you to his apartment and fucks you."
"How dare you?" Melinda snapped.
"Well, isn't it true?"
"So what if it is?"
"I won't talk as long as we make music together, baby-groovy sex music, understand?"
Melinda was turning-on with him. "You wouldn't know how to do it. You really wouldn't know how!"
"Why don't you get lost?"
"I've got wheels baby," he said , moving toward a small red MG sports car, "Come on-let's groove."
Suddenly a burning, passionate urge to know him swept through her body. She wanted to touch him, taste his sperm, let him try having every kind of intercourse with her in the book. Yet, something held her back.
Holding the car door open, he smiled, "Hop in, honey!"
Melinda got in the car and he slammed the door shut, going around the other side. Sliding in beside her, he gunned the engine and took off in a cloud of dust.
"Where are we going?" she demanded. "My pad, baby-my pad. My folks are gone and we can make the scene there. Maybe I can show you more about fucking than that old teacher friend of yours."
"I don't like your talking that way about him."
"Why? You in love with the old man?"
Melinda told him hotly, "Quit knocking him or I won't go to your pad-read me?"
"Alright."
When they pulled up to his house, Melinda got a big surprise. A white-pillared Georgian home loomed before her, and Bill drove in the circular drive.
"You live here?"
"Yes, anything wrong with it?" Bill smiled proudly.
"No, it's beautiful."
"A little better than your teacher friend's apartment house, isn't it?"
Giving him the evil-eye, Melinda warned him, "One more crack about Mr. Kent and we're through!"
"Oh, you did have it bad, baby, didn't you?" he smiled.
"Yes-you did have it real bad!"
Saying no more, he parked the car, got out and politely opened the car door on her side. Melinda noticed this and liked it. As they walked up to the front door, she asked him, "When do your folks get home?"
"Not until six or six thirty."
"Well, it's three thirty now-let's split by five thirty."
"Alright," he agreed.
He didn't bother to show her the house. Instead, he just pointed to the circular staircase leading upstairs, and said, "Let's get cracking!"
Melinda's enthusiasm was much less than his. But, as she observed his enrgectic bodily movements, she did feel the desire to know what it would be like to have sex with him.
She didn't have to wonder long because Bill was stripped quickly once he was in his big bedroom with its three dormer windows on the second floor. He stepped into the shower, and asked her to join him. Melinda did't take long to undress now. Having seen his huge, thick penis standing on end, she suddenly became very anxious to grasp it, play with it and suck on it.
She took it in her hand when they were in the shower together, and told him casually, "I'll wash this."
"Sure, wash it-cause I want your mouth on it in a minute."
"How do you know I'll do it for you?"
"I know," he replied. Then, he washed her breasts, and felt of them greedily as his penis, pulsating and hard fascinated Melinda.
She reached down and touched it. The head of it quivered to her fingertip touch.
"Let's get in on my bed," he smiled, "we're ready to begin our fun and games."
They both dried off and went into the shower. Then, they walked back to the bedroom. He got on the bed and lay on his back, waiting for her to get over his penis. She decided she'd show him how sophisticated she was and how much she could do for him sexually. She slid a pillow under his buttocks, and soon she had her mouth moving at his anus. He flipped out when he felt her hot, swosy tongue licking around there.
"He teach you that?" he demanded.
Melinda didn't answer. She was so fascinated with his genitals at this high-point of passion, she didn't want to move very far away. Her tongue swept around the tight anal circle, and then she stiffened her tongue and stabbed it up his tight anus.
"Ohhh, that's it-thurst it up my asshole," he cried in sexual ecstasy. "Ohhh, baby, that's beautiful. I've heard about ass-sucking but this is my first time."
Her thrusting tongue brought him to the point where his body was vibrating with passion and excitement. "Ohhh, baby, that feels fantastic," he blurted, "Suck-suck-suck it out!"
He wiggled his buttocks in time to her tongue. Holding him tightly, she kept her face buried in his buttocks as she worked her tongue in and out.
Then, she pulled out, and let his ball sack slip into her open mouth.
"Ohhh, you're too much," he gasped, as he saw all the different things Melinda could do for him."
"Suck it ... suck ... suck ... suck it!"
She reached for his penis, and began jerking him off while her hot mouth held his ball sack in it. He marveled at her ability to pump his penis and suck smoothly on his ball sack at the same time.
"Ohhh, you're too much, that's it, Grab that cock! Jerk it!"
With hard, grasping movements, she pulled on the penis, and he got harder and harder.
Then, she let his balls fall out of her mouth and she licked the underside of his penis, letting he tongue focus on the sensitive glans section.
"Cap it with your mouth, baby," he demanded.
Her mouth slid over his penis-head, and the suction began building.
"Oh, suck it-suck it," he gasped. "Baby, let's sixty-nine now."
Melinda pulled her mouth off his penis. She straightened her body out, so her vagina was even with his mouth. Then, she felt his hot tongue sliding along her crevice. Bill thrilled to the sight of her curly pussy hair was was starting to moisten with her own hot juices. She gripped his penis and began sucking on it.
"Suck it," he panted, and then she felt his tongue sliding in her vagina.
Instinctively, Bill's tongue did the right thing to excite her. He licked the walls of her hot vagina, then he hit upon her love button with the tip of his tongue and felt it quiver.
By flicking his tongue back and forth in rapid-fire movements, he kept the action going. She wiggled to the exciting, sensations that were flooding her body.
But, now she was feasting on his penis-head. She kept just the head of it in her mouth for a moment, and let he tongue slide around its slickened surface.
"Ohh, that feels good," he told her, taking his tongue out of her snatch a second.
"Get back in there," she demanded, letting his penis momentarily slip out of her mouth. "It was just starting to feel good."
Bill's tongue went back to licking at her snatch. He felt her mouth moving up and down his rock-hard penis. She jiggled the balls, as she slid up and down his dick. Then, she lightly nibbled on it. As he jerked in pleasure, he got the same idea of doing it on her clit. His teeth gently bit her love button, and her body quivered in shivers of delight. Finally, Melinda decided to use her finger up his tight anus. Sliding a finger up his. quivering asshole, she felt his rapid thrusts increasing in intensity and realized how exciting she'd made these movements.
As the huge shaft slid in and out of her mouth, and her finger glided up his behind, he got the same idea for her buttocks. Parting her ass-cheeks, he let one finger glide up her asshole. This excited her, causing her to writhe about in sexual delight.
"Suck-suck," he demanded, as he felt his penis almost there. Melinda increased the intensity of her mouth movements, careful to keep the suction action building and determined to proved him with the ultimate in sensations. Her finger never stopped moving up his tight anus, and finally he couldn't stand it any longer.
Keeping her eyes open, so she could watch him thrust, he saw him increasing his movements. She delighted in the erotic confinement to his genitals, and sucked.
"Suck-suck-suck it," he demanded, and then with one hard jab clear down her thraat, his penis shot its load.
The penis erupted in a spasm of sperm and she eagerly gulped his hot juices. He trembled as he felt himself being sucked in her hot whirlpool of a mouth, and instantly knew he must get back to her pussy.
Thrusting his tongue inside her vagina, he let it slide along the clit. Flicking it faster and faster, he finally brought her to the point where she gushed in his mouth. Eagerly, he licked her vagina-juice, enjoying every delicious drop of it. At the same time, she was finishing his cocksuck.
"Ahhhh," Melinda groaned in delight as she felt his tongue eating her. "Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy juice. Eat me-eat me, baby ... eat me, Billy, baby,-eat me!"
Bill's face pressed tightly to her vagina, and he kept the tongue action going until he'd finished her off.
Then, Melinda went back to sucking on his penis. All at once Bill felt his balls tingle again, an. he knew he was going to make it a double-inning.
"Baby, I'm going to shoot a re-run," he gasped "Suck it-suck it!"
Melinda gripped his thighs, as she bore down o his dick. She loved the manly smell of his loins and enjoyed the close proximity of her face with his most private parts. Even the crack in his buttocks at this angle excited her. Letting her mouth move up and down, his saliva slickened penis, she worked on it vigorously with her enthusiasm undiminished.
"Yes! Yes!" he panted. And then he shot hi rocks off, and she gulped eagerly.
"Suck-suck-suck it," he blurted, and she at him up again. Pulling his mouth away from he vagina, he got himself even with her mouth am kissed her passionately.
The feel of her giant-size breasts excited him s much, he had to go down on them, licking at the; erect nipples. He massaged them with his hand and then buried his face in them, pushing them e both sides of his face.
"Ohhh, lover, that's groovy," she gasped.
Then, he got off her, and said, "I-I got a wi. thing I bet you never had before."
"What's that?"
"The golden shower, baby-the golden shower!"
Saying that, he got up, and on his knees gripped his penis and began pissing on her body.
"Dear god, what are you doing?"
"Giving you the golden shower," he laughed.
Melinda didn't like his sex idea one bit and told him so.
"I-I don't dig that," she declared adamantly. Bill quit urinating and got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She folowed behind him, and watched him stand over the toilet and urinate.
"Where did you ever get a wild idea like that?"
"Just something different," he told her. "Far out!"
And that was the end of the golden shower, for Melinda got into the regular shower and turned :he water on. As the hot water flashed across her body, she felt calm and relaxed. The after-glow of the intercourse was evident in her radiant sparkling eyes.
"How about that?" she smiled, "did you enjoy sex with me?"
"I-I never had anything like it," he said, "You're better than the girl we hired for the orgy for the Friday club," he nodded.
"The Friday club orgy? What are you talking about?"
"Well, if you'll never tell anybody-I-I guess I can confide this in you."
"Go ahead!"
"Well, it's like this!"
"Yes, go on!"
"A bunch of horny guys at school felt the need of having a sex outlet and so we organized-"
"Organized what?"
"The Friday orgy club."
"Why do you call it that?"
"Because we fuck on Fridays and it's always an orgy!"
"Who goes to this-this orgy?"
"A bunch of horny guys and we pick a chick who'll suck us all off."
"Oh, that sounds real clean."
"Nothing wrong with it," Bill said defensively. "We have no diseases, and we pick a clean girl-not a slut."
"You mean you can get once chick who'll do all you guys."
"Sure," he smiled, "Of course it does cost us a little."
"How much?"
"Every guy gives her five bucks a blow-job."
"Hmmm," Melinda mused, "And how many guys does she have to suck off?"
"Usually about ten."
"That's fifty bucks. Very good! I could use fifty bucks."
"Maybe you'd like to join us one week at our Friday orgy club."
"If-If nobody ever got wise, I wouldn't mind," Melinda said casually, calculating all the time about the money potentials of applying her cock-sucking skill effectively.
"I promise you, sweetheart-nobody talks. The cats have to keep their traps shut or we'd all be out our best outlets. You know when you're seventeen it's rough to get fucks and sucks, especially when some girl's Moms are old-fashioned."
"My Mom isn't old-fashioned," Melinda said tartly.
"She isn't?"
"No, my Mom is a hooker!"
"My God!"
"Don't let it shock you," Melinda smiled. 'There's nothing wrong with your Friday orgy club, is there?"
"No!" he said emphatically. "Then," she smiled, "there's nothing wrong with he girl who sells sex-you buy, she sells. She's no slut unless a man makes her one. So, this damned name-calling ought to stop."
"I guess it is hypocritical," he nodded. They both got dressed, and when Melinda looked at the clock, she commented, "Well, we finished by six-guess we're safe."
"Yep, as long as we split the scene right away!" Then, they both hurried downstairs, across the living room and out the door. They got in the car and drove off, and suddenly Melinda realized she didn't dare have Bill drive her home for her Mom would be suspicious.
"You can just drop me off-I'll take a bus," Melinda told him.
"Why-why can't I drive you home?"
"My Mom is watching me."
"My lord, that makes two people who've been watching you. Your Mom and me."
"Well, baby, she isn't going to stop me. I'm onto her. She's just envious of me because I'm young and sexy, and she's a tired re-tread whose having bar trouble-like not scoring like she used to."
"That's awful-a nice girl like you growing up in a sordid environment."
"I'm used to it. I'll be sixteen in a couple months-so I'm almost there. You can vote now when you're eighteen."
"Yeah-I know what you mean. I'm closer than you to being on my own."
"Let me out here," she told him. He stopped the car.
"It's getting dark and I hate to leave you alone."
"Don't worry about me," she smiled, "And invite me to your Friday orgy club."
"Okay-okay," he laughed. She hopped out of his car, closed the door, and told him, "Take it cool!"
"You too-take care."
CHAPTER TEN
Melinda got so tired of waiting for the bus, she decided to walk. And then, a big car pulled up alongside her, and a grey-haired gentleman stuck his head out the window and asked her, "Want a lift? It's dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to be out this late all by yourself. Some sex fiend might grab you."
Melinda knew what he had in mind. But, she had a new idea about sex. She quickly glanced at the car and decided he must be very, very rich.
"Oh, alright!" He pushed the car door open and she got in. He drove off quickly and asked in a low voice, "you live near here?"
"Yes-over on Gramercy Place."
"Would you like to take a little drive first?" he smiled.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On how much you're willing to pay me."
"Well, aren't you the one. You're awfully commercial at such an early age."
"I'm a fast learner," she smirked, and he was fascinated by her bluntness.
"Well, what could you do?"
"I've really got to get home fast, but I would have time to suck you off-for twenty bucks."
"You've got a deal," he nodded.
"Twenty in advance," she insisted.
"I advance," he nodded, "Now, I've got to find a deserted spot where we could make out."
He drove around the hills, hunting for a place where they wouldn't be easily detected by passers-by. Finally, he found a new section of uncompleted homes, and quickly drove to the cul de sac at the end of the street.
Then, he parked, pushed the front seat back and unzipped his pants. Melinda was amazed when she saw the size of the penis he displayed.
"How's that?"
"Long enough," she told him, "but what about the twenty bucks?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I got so hot to trot I forgot."
"I didn't."
He reached in his hip pocket for his wallet and took out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her. She quickly wadded it up and kept it in the palm of her hand. Then, she moved over to where his huge, thick penis was waiting for her.
"That's it," he smiled, "suck on this."
Her mouth moved up and down his tool, and as she built up a lot of suction, he reached out and held her in place.
"Suck it," he commanded, "Suck-suck-suck it!"
She took just the head of it in, and used her tongue movements to stimulate just the apex of its meaty head. Buy building up a pressure, she managed to bring him to orgasm almost faster than he wanted her to.
"Hold on, honey," he begged, "bring out my balls and agitate them-I'm really hot."
As Melinda's mouth moved up and down his shaft, her fingers expertly worked on his balls. He groaned as the shivers of delight ran up and down his spine.
"Suck it, honey, suck it," he demanded. He looked down at the young girl's head as it bobbed up and down on his rod. Her brown hair flung about excited his imagination. He ran his fingers through her hair, then, he watched her cheeks such in as she took the rod in her mouth.
"Ahh, ohh-yes-suck-suck-suck it off!" Over and over her hot mouth slid up and down his penis. The excitement built and he had difficulty holding back. With his hand pressed down tight on her head, he continued. With hard thrusts, he drove it till it touched the back of her throat. This excited him so much it made his body vibrate.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he demanded.
Melinda was beginning to sweat, and the man's dong was starting to moisten on its meaty head. She whipped her tongue around its swollen head and could hardly wait to taste his sperm load.
She didn't have long to wait because the man couldn't hold back much longer.
"Now-now, ohhh, ahh, suck-suck-suck it off," he gasped, as he felt himself sooting in her mouth. Melinda tried to keep the sperm in her mouth as long as she could so she could savor its delicious taste.
"Ahhh-ohhh, yes-yes-that's it, suck it, baby, suck it," he blurted as the hot sperm flashed down her eager, young throat.
Melinda gulped it all down, sucking on the man's huge tool until it tickled and he told her to stop.
"We ought to get together again," he smiled.
"No, no-I'll turn into a whore if I keep this up," she said quickly.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about such stuff," he smiled, "You're a good girl and I really liked what you did for me."
"I'm a bad girl," Melinda said sullenly. "And I'm getting worse-"
"But you wanted to do me-"
"Yes," Melinda explained, "That's just it. I've developed a crazy thing about sperm. I love to suck the juice out of men's cocks. I-I can't explain why, but that's it."
"How does it taste?"
"Different men taste different-"
"How did I taste?"
"Sweet," she smiled, "terribly sweet-"
"You know, baby, if you'd let me go down on you I could see you making another twenty.
Would you like that?"
"I'd like that-"
He reached in his wallet, and brought out another twenty. Melinda's eyes brightened when she saw it. It became apparent to her why her Mom went for sex as the pay seemed so easy. He reached down and felt of her young thigh. The firm, young flesh intoxicated him, and when he threw back her brief mini-skirt and saw she was wearing no panties, he flipped-out.
"You come prepared, don't you?" he grinned, bending over eagerly. For some unknown reason, Melinda felt a strange sense of power surging through her body. She took her hands, holding him captive over her cunt.
"Come on, pussy-eater," she whispered, "let's get cracking."
His tongue tasted her juice on her moist mound. And then, burying his face in her snatch, he dipped inside. Feverishly, he let his tongue slide around inside her vagina. Then, he thrust it back and forth with quick, darting movements. Melinda had never experienced anything like it. Even his beard from his five-o'clock shadow excited her.
"Ohh, what you're doing to me," she enthused. As his tongue whipped inside her, he savagely sucked.
"Thrust it way up there. Keep your tongue nice and stiff."
His tongue stiffened and he stabbed her gash. The higher he reached, the more excited she became.
"Yes, baby, yes," she groaned in delight while he sucked her juices in.
"Now-now-suck ... suck ... suck it off," she enthused. He kept his tongue flicking on her love-button with quick darting jabs. And she wiggled around so much in the seat, he had to reach out and hold her down.
"Faster! Ohhh ... Ahhhhh ... yes ... yes! Suck-off!" He felt her gushing as her passion overpowered her. Quickly, he let himself lick up her love-juices and soon they were both relaxing. She let her body slump as he continued eating her pussy. He didn't finish until he'd licked her dry.
"How was I?"
"Delicious-for those who suck young!"
"You like young meat, don't you? " she smiled.
"Bet your sweet ass I do," he laughed. "We've got to make it again. You know I don't dare call you, but you could call me."
"I-I shouldn't. I'll turn into a tramp."
"Oh, that's foolish talk," he h-edged, "You've got to learn where it's at. There's nothing wrong with a chick making it with an older guy. An older guy has a lot to offer."
"Well, I don't know."
"Sure-I could put you up in a nice place when you turn eighteen."
"Oh, you'd never keep screwing me that long."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen going on eighteen," she laughed. "No, seriously-when will you be sixteen?"
"A couple of months," she smiled. "Beautiful," he laughed, "I'd only have to wait two years to have you for my girl."
"Where would I live?"
"In the nicest apartment house in town-and you'd have your own car too."
"All that?"
"If I enjoy you so much, why not?"
"What's your phone number? Maybe we can make it again in a motel sometime?"
"Now, you're talking-" he chuckled. "We can have a ball. I got ideas on screwing you never dreamed of."
"Maybe yes, maybe no-I've done a lot of playing around."
"So have I," he laughed, pulling up his zipper and backing up the car.
Melinda looked at his business car, and asked him, "If I should phone you-what should I tell your secretary?"
"Tell her this! Tell her you want to set up a conference-and just say it's Melinda-leave the rest to me-I'll understand."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Melinda got home her mother was waiting for her.
"About time," she snapped when Melinda walked in the door. "Where in hell have you been?"
"Why do you care?" Melinda asked her bluntly. "Does it really make any difference to you at all?"
"Yes, it does," her mother insisted.
"When I start having some fun-you get all hot and bothered. That bugs me."
"What kind of fun, Melinda?"
"The same kind of fun you've been having all these years ... do you read me?"
"I'm not quite sure I do," her mother replied testily.
"As long as we are trying to level with each other," Melinda smirked, "Do you think you've been a very good Mother?"
"Nobody's perfect!"
"Good cop-out," Melinda laughed, "Well, Mom, don't blame me if I follow in your footsteps ... now, why don't you take me along with you. Think of the double we could make, a mother and daughter hustling team!"
Melinda's mother came over and hit her face with such force it stunned her.
"I hate you-I hate you," Melinda shrieked, "and if you try to do anymore checking on me, I'll tell about all the times you brought men home."
Melinda went into the kitchen and began fixing herself something to eat. Her mother didn't move. She sat in a chair in the living room and went on watching teevee. But her daughter's sharp words hit her with terrible impact. It tortured her to hear her carry on the way she did, and she determined somehow to bring Melinda under control.
Melinda hummed a tune as she took a steak out of the refrigerator and contemplated the get together of the Friday orgy club. When the steak was finished, she put it on her plate, grabbed a soft drink and put it all on a teevee tray in the living room and watched teevee. .
Her mother didn't say another word. She was too confused at this point to know what path to pursue to bring Melinda around to her way of looking at things. When Melinda finished her dinner, she told her Mother, "I've got homework to do now, so goodnight."
"Good night, baby," her Mom said quietly, "I'm only trying to help you-remember that!"
"Yes."
Melinda went into her bedroom and began doing her homework. She had assignments in Math, assignments in English, and then she hadn't even touched the assignment her teacher-lover had given her-but that could always wait, she reasoned.
By the time she finished her English and Math assignments it was very late. Then, she went to bed and slept soundly. The next day her Mother had a hot breakfast waiting for her, and Melinda, somewhat surprised thanked her.
As she hurried off to school, her mind was a blur. She didn't want to bother with the teacher anymore. She'd found Bill who'd provided her with some exciting new sex thrills, and then the rich guy who'd promised her he'd put her up when she turned eighteen. Such happy prospects made her life seem much better.
The day rushed by, until she was back in her class with Mr. Kent. She tried to turn-off the sex taunting game with him, and had deliberately worn her panties so she'd not get his motor going. With offers from men who'd pay, why should she waste time with a teacher?
Mr. Kent instantly noticed, she was crossing her legs. He glanced the other direction, so his look of surprise and disappointment wouldn't register. When the class was over, Melinda told him simply, "I'll phone you-around six."
"But-" the teacher gulped, and Melinda was out the door. He looked after her, and realized something had happened. How could a nympho with her hot compulsions turn-off and turn-on just like that? This bothered him, but he decided there was no way to check out the reasons why-for following her could only make the suspicion mount some more. His job was on the line, and he didn't dare make a wrong move.
As Melinda hurried down the hall, she was joined by virile, young Bill. Bill smiled and informed her, "I've set it all up for next Friday."
"You work fast!"
"You give me a lot of motivation," he nodded. "How many will there be?"
"Just eight!"
"Just-" Melinda laughed, "Oh, Wow!"
"Good looking studs, you'll dig them, and I know they'll dig you."
"When do we make the scene?"
"Cut your last class on Friday-then meet me where I met you-near where your teacher parks. Nobody'll see us way over there, and I'll drive you to the place."
"Okay, I'll see you later," she said, walking away quickly.
"What's the rush?"
"I-I just have my mind so full of worry about my finals I don't want to talk to anybody. I've got to go right home and study-because its just one more week until we have semester tests."
"Okay-I'll see you Friday-remember, cut your last class."
"Right-on," Melinda smiled, and walked briskly away from Bill. As she left the school, she was alone. This was precisely the way she'd planned it. She had no doubt in her mind that her mother's spies were watching-when she came to school and when she left school. This knowledge gave her a queasy feeling.
If she told Bill this much checking was done, he might abandon the Friday orgy club meet. This she didn't want to happen. She'd made up her mind that she was going to earn a little money and enjoy some financial independence.
She took the bus and went directly home. Her Mom greeted her at the door with a radiant smile.
"Oh, honey-I'm so glad you came right home."
"So-" Melinda smirked, "How many times did I used to come home and find you gone!"
"But that's all in the past, isn't it?"
"I hope so," Melinda said evenly, still unmoved by her Mother's attempt to regain her daughter's goodwill. Then, at six o'clock, Melinda remembered she'd promised her teacher she'd phone him.
She made up an excuse to leave the house and did phone him. He acted delighted to hear from her but begged her emphatically to make it again.
"I'm going crazy, baby, not making it with you," he admitted. "I've thought of you every night-wished you could be with me-it's driving me out of my mind."
"Maybe we can make it at a motel like you mentioned," Melinda suggested, "but now now-"
"When?"
"Next week sometime."
"I don't think I can wait that long," he complained.
"Youl'll have to," she insisted, "I'm sorry-I've got to go now-Mom will become suspicious."
The phone went dead as she hung up, tore out of the phone booth and headed home. On the other end of the line the troubled teacher kept repeating, "Melinda-Melinda-Melinda-"
But, Melinda didn't come back on the line. She left instead and went home. She couldn't wait for Friday. That excited her imagination so much she couldn't sleep. The next day being Friday, she didn't have to wait for long. She was glad to miss the class that her teacher-lover taught, as it did bother her to see him looking at her with his soulful eyes, and knowing all the time he wanted to ram his joint in her.
After the next to the last class of the day, she went to her locker and picked up her briefcase with the books for all her classes so she could get a lot of studying in over the weekend.
Then, she dashed down the hall among the milling crowd of students, anxiously trying to make her exit before the crowds thinned and it became obvious she was a lone student darting across the campus.
By the time she got to where the teacher had parked his car, Bill was there, waiting for her.
"Hi," he smiled, "Let's get going."
He opened the small door to the MG and let her in. She got in, and he got in on his side, and then he gunned the engine and took off. Melinda looked behind her and was content nobody was watching. Bill drove speedily to the Starlite Motel on the outskirts of town. It was such a huge place it made Melinda laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded.
"Can't you guess?" she asked.
"No," he said nervously, wondering if she was laughing at him.
"See that big sign up there-Rooms $6 and $8-King-size Bed-well, how obvious can they make it. All those doors, three levels-this is a gaudy cat house."
"I hope it's good enough for you, your highness," he said evenly.
"Oh, I wasn't meaning to downplay you," she said quietly. "It's just that I have a sense of humor."
"Obviously," he said, swinging the car around to the back of the huge, garish motel. He found a parking slot, and Melinda marveled at how many people were there during the afternoon.
"We take a big double-suite for our Friday club," Bill enthused, his penis bulging in his pants as he contemplated the wild sex he'd have with her, and watching the other studs make it too.
But a sudden fear tugged at Melinda. She didn't know if she cared to go through with it or not. When Bill hopped out of the car on his side, she sat there motionless. He figured she wanted the courtesy of having him open her side of the car, and he went around and opened her door.
"Baby," he smiled, "What's wrong?"
"How many guys did you say I'd have to make it with?" she asked sullenly.
"Eight, baby-isn't that enough?"
"Maybe it's too much," she complained, "I-I don't know as I'm up to it."
"Honey," he smiled, "I've promised them you'd show. Now, don't try to pull a no-show, 'cause it won't work."
"But-they might hurt me," she complained, "I'm afraid-don't you understand?"
"No," Bill declared adamantly, "I don't understand at all-now, let's go."
Slowly, she eased herself out of the car and went up the steps to the room. It was a long walk, and she kept looking back, wondering if she should try splitting.
"Getting cold feet?"
"No," she said defensively, "It's just that I don't dig being treated roughly."
"You won't be treated roughly at all," he assured her, and then he opened the door. When Melinda stepped in she got the shock of her young life. All the young men were bare ass naked, standing there with drinks in their hands and watching a dirty movie.
"Isn't this a groovy flick?" Bill asked, walking over to the dresser to fix himself a drink.
"I never say anything like it before in my life," Melinda marveled as she saw two men having sex with one woman. It was a stunning black girl, and two white men were feeding her their penises. One was shoving it in from behind, the other from the front.
"Look at that chick screw," one lusty boy commented.
"She's got a fucking machine," the other kid retorted. As the camera zoomed in, Melinda saw the three bodies merging in one convulsive, vibrating sexual thrust.
"Doesn't that look groovy-oh, I'd like to have me a good piece of tight black pussy," Bill commented.
Melinda gulped nervously, glancing back toward the door. The desire to split was surfacing again, and she thought maybe now would be her time. With so much attention focused on the fucking flicks, and Bill mixing drinks, maybe she could move.
She made a mad lunge for freedom. But before she could get to the door, a young stud stopped her.
"Hey, beautiful! Where were you goin'?" he grinned knowingly down at her.
Using her fists to pound on his chest, she demanded, "Let me out! Let meouta' here!"
But, her pleas were of no avail. Instantly, Bill was at her side. He whipped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his own body. Bending over, he placed his mouth on hers, crushing his lips against her lips.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he smiled.
"No," she declared-" now, beat it."
But, Bill refused to beat it. Instead he pressed his hard penis harder against her. She suddenly couldn't resist any longer and she opened her mouth. Eagerly, Bill's tongue found hers. As his tongue threshed against her tongue, he realized how much he liked her.
Bill kept on pressing his penis against her. The wild excitement he felt in his loins had to be satisfied soon he knew. And, she was just the girl to satisfy his lusts.
He began undressing her slowly, as he went on kissing her. Button by button, he undid her blouse. Reaching inside he felt of her bare bosoms. Her nipples hardened to his hand-touch, and she pressed her pelvis against his penis, as the thrills grew greater. The boys were so used to Bill's seducing their chicks into orgy action, they didn't pay any attention. Instead, they continued watching the fuck-flicks.
"Undress me," Bill begged. Melinda unbuttoned his shirt. It didn't take him long to unzip her mini-skirt, and as she shimmied out of it, he saw she was naked. He helped her off with her white boots, and then she unfastened his pants at the waist and unzipped him. He made her stop to untie his shoes, and take them off, then the socks, and finally the pants. She got what she wanted to see then.
"You don't wear any shorts," she said in surprise.
"And you don't wear any panties," he chuckled, "so that makes us even, doesn't it?"
She reached out to grip his huge tool. Squeezing it, she smiled up at him, "Mmmmmm-good!"
"Yes, baby-that's what my cock is-mmmmm-good!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bill insisted she have something to drink. And then he suggested they climb on the bed. The king-size bed allowed enough room for three and Bill called over to Allen and suggested, "Hey, buddy-why don't you eat her pussy while she sucks me? "
"Okay," Allen agreed, and a moment later Melinda was involved in a three-way. She was on her back and Bill was straddling her. He let his penis slide between her breasts and made a penis-breast sandwich.
"I like this," he smiled at her. Glancing down she looked at the inviting penis-head. She couldn't wait to eat his sperm-load. But, Bill was prolonging the pleasure as long as possible.
Meanwhile Allen was bent over her pussy. He was savoring these precious moments when he had a snatch to play with and could do anything his wild desires dictated.
"Go ahead and suck my pussy," Melinda insisted, gettting so hot she could hardly stand it.
Bill moved up over her face, and when she saw his buttocks directly above her, she figured she might as well give him an ass-suck.
"Just lower," she smiled, raising her hands up until they gripped his firm, round behind.
"What for?" he asked in surprise, "You want to eat my ass out?"
"Yes," she grinned, "I'm a good licker-and I'll just bet you've got a nice, sweet sucking ass."
Bill slowly got nearer and nearer to her face. He looked over in the mirror so he could watch.
Suddenly his buttocks was within tongue's length of her and he lowered a little more.
Melinda's tongue shot out, and she licked around his tight anus. This was a new sensation for young Bill and his body vibrated with pleasure, as he felt her wet tongue licking around his asshole.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted as the pleasure built within his hot loins. Grasping his mainstem, he began pumping on his penis. He was so excited now, he had to be careful or he'd get his rocks off and her mouth wouldn't be over his penis to cap it when the cum shot off.
Down below, Allen was just beginning to let his tongue stab Melinda's gash. She enjoyed the double-play of her tongue sliding up Bill's behind, while Allen's tongue flipped up her cunt. Soon, the six other young men were gathered around the bed, getting their kicks watching.
"Ohh, she's a hot gal-she sucks ass," one of them smiled excitedly, contemplating his own action with Melinda. Soon they were all watching, turning-on all the way.
With heir hands gripping their penises, they unashamedly enjoyed jerking and watching.
Bill turned to tell them, "Oh, baby, this ass-sucking is the most-I mean I've had sensations but nothing tops a tongue up there."
All this praise only stimulated Melinda to continue her tongue-action with more force. Stiffening her tongue, she stabbed in hard, driving thrusts, making Bill's tender ass quiver under the impact.
"Oh, baby," he stammered, "Tear your tongue outta' there and whip your mouth on my dong!"
The boys who were watching and pumping their meat had to chuckle. They could tell Bill's balls were agitated to the point where he couldn't contain himself much longer.
She slid out of his asshole, but insisted on sucking on his balls for a quick moment. He went on pumping his penis, while she carefully took each ball in her mouth and slowly sucked on it. Bill saw she closed her eyes, and he realized she was lost in her-own blinding passion.
But that didn't help him get his gun off.
"Baby, hurry up!"
She let his balls slip free, and then he fed her his penis-inch by inch. The boys marveled as they saw how eager she was to take it in. She gripped his buttocks tightly, and sucked on his penis as he slid himself in. Before long, he was over her and was giving her a hot throat-fuck.
"Yes-yes, Melinda," he panted, sliding it in and out. As the saliva-slick penis pulled out, Bill looked in the mirror. One boy was blocking his view.
"Hey, buddy-move!"
The boy moved so Bill could see his own penis pulling out and sliding in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Allen's face was buried in her snatch. He kept his tongue sliding inside her in penis-like thrusts. The boys watched him, envying his pussy-position-each just waiting for the moment when he could be down there on her.
"Suck it, baby-suck it," she gasped as she let Bill's throbbing male member slip out of her mouth for a second.
"Don't stop now," Bill insisted.
"I came up for air," she laughed.
"Well, go back down for sperm," he said anxiously. The boys chuckled at his frustration. Melinda gripped his rock-hard cock in her hand and fed it to herself. She let her mouth focus on the head. By using her tongue on the sensitive glans, and the underside of his prick, she brought him new sensations he never knew existed.
"Ohhh, I like that-Yes! Yes!" he enthused, as he saw all the mouth-tricks she was performing on his penis. Suddenly Melinda tasted the tell-tale drop of sperm that told the story.
"Suck-suck-suck it," Bill demanded. With hard, driving thrusts, he rammed it down her throat.
"Ohhh, yes-yes-I like that-I like that," he blurted, and she accepted him. Then, his body began sweating, and he was nearing climax.
"Eat my dirty dick, you cocksucker," he cried out, and the circle jerk built in momentum as the young men enthused at the sight of Melinda sucking on his prick.
"Ohhh, yes-you're going to get a good load baby-these balls are loaded."
Bill's dirty talk not only inflamed Melinda to new heights of passion, but turned-on Allen as well. Burying his face in her cunt, he let his tongue focus on her love button. Using his tongue and his mouth in a suction-cup manner, he was bringing her to orgasm at the same time she was bringing Bill to the point where he could get his rocks off.
"Now! Yes! Faster! Suck on it! Eat it! Gobble that prick juice. Ahhhhhhh-ohhhhhh, suck it, baby!"
The hot cum shot down her throat, and the cock-sucking was over.
"How about that?" one kid commented. "She's really groovy when it comes to eating prick."
The hot sperm flashed down Melinda's throat so fast, she barely had time to taste it. This bothered her. She liked nothing more than to savor the sperm, enjoying its salty-sweet taste.
But Bill's shooting his load into her mouth, triggered her own response to Allen's torrid tongue at her snatch. Allen kept his tongue flipping back and forth, back and forth until he finally felt her coming. Then, he pressed his mouth tighter, so he could devour her juices. Gushing into his mouth, Melinda thrilled to the double-sensations of sucking and shooting at the same time.
Finally, Bill slid off her, and two other young men went to the pleasure points of her body where he and Allen had enjoyed themselves so much a moment before.
Nolan was a black boy, and Melinda had never sucked on a black penis. She was in for a big surprise, for Nolan's cock was ten inches long. As she looked at the huge penis pointing at her mouth, she marveled.
"How am I ever going to get all that in me?"
"You don't have to take the whole thing in," Nolan half-apologized. "Just enough to let the head of it slide down your throat a few inches."
Meanwhile, Ron got down at her crotch. Ron decided he'd try an ass-suck and slipped a pillow under her buttocks.
"I'm going to lick your sweet ass out," he informed her excitedly, as he let his eager tongue slide over her crevice. Then, the black boy smiled, "Now, baby-I'm going to let you lick my black ass, and suck on my black balls-how does that grab you?"
"I need another drink," she smiled.
Bill heard her, and headed for the dresser where he picked up the nearly empty bourbon bottle and poured its contents into a glass and mixed it with some seven. Then, he walked over to the bed, enjoying the sexy sight of seeing Melinda pinned under the black thighs of the husky, athletic Nolan.
"Here, baby," he smiled, "This'll warm your motor up again!"
"Thanks."
Melinda took the drink in her hand and sipped it slowly. This upset Nolan who was so hot to trot he was trembling.
"Hey, hot mouth-gulp that drink down! We've got some wild sex ready to roll!"
Melinda smiled, "Okay, licorice stick-I'll drink this first and get you later."
This made the black boy chuckle with delight, just contemplating feeding her his hard, black prick. Melinda placed the drink in Bill's hands, and then smiled, "I'll suck ass first lover boy."
Now, Ron had her firm, round buttocks in his hands and he was sliding his tongue, slippery and wet-up her tight anus. The erotic sensations flooded her body as this continued.
"That feels fantastic," she gasped.
"Now, make my black butt feel fantastic," Nolan insisted.
"Okay, lover-lower it slowly over my face-and I'll grasp your black cheeks in my hand until I have your asshole near enough to my tongue to let me tongue-fuck you."
"Right-on!" he laughed. Then, he moved lower over her face, watching in the mirror as he got closer to her tongue. Suddenly, he felt it. The wet tongue slipping in a circular motion around his tight, black anus. The erotic delight flashed on hjs face, and he turned to watch in the reflection in the mirror above the dresser. But the boys were blocking his view, moving closer in their enthusiasm.
Waving his arm, he motioned for them to move, "Hey, cats-I want to see this-move, will ya'?"
The boys moved, not wanting to block a fraction of the sensual delight he was experiencing as Melinda's tongue whipped around his anus, in rapid, circular movements.
Her hands grasping his buttocks excited him too. And when he could see the operation in the mirror, he really turned on. Then, she stiffened her tongue, and stabbed his tight anus. The excited sensation of having his tight, black asshole tongue-fucked by this beautiful white girl drove him out of his mind. Gripping his big, black prick, he proceeded to pump his meat with a fury. His body was sweating, his head rolling back from side to side in his sexual ecstasy now sweeping through him.
"Ohhh, yes-yes," he gasped, his spine tingling with delight as her hot, hard tongue invaded his virgin black asshole.
"Look at that tiger go," Bill laughed as he watched on the sidelines. It was evident he was really enjoying himself. The other boys were jerking their penises in excited pleasure as they watched.
The momentum was building.
"Faster, fucker, faster!"
Melinda's tongue shot up his black behind in an increased tempo, trying desperately to meet the strong demands of his wild, untamed sexual lusts.
Meanwhile, Ron worked his stiffened tongue up Melinda's hot asshole. She writhed in delight and he had to hold her tightly to keep the pleasure building.
"Baby," the black fucker panted, "better cop on my balls fast, and slide your mouth over my dong as I'm going to shoot in a minute."
Melinda let her tongue slide out of him, and quickly took first took one black nut in her mouth and then the other, sucking on them slowly.
"Oweeeee, ahhhhhh!" he exclaimed, looking this way and that, as the hot sensations flooded his body. Then, she let his balls fall back and she gripped his thick, pulsating penis in her hand. Using her mouth around the head of it, she slowly started sucking.
"Suck me ... suck me," he demanded. The huge, meaty head thrilled her. As she felt it throbbing in her mouth she sucked slowly, trying to save it as long as possible so she could continue to experience the fantastic sexual sensations as long as possible.
"Yes! Yes! Like that, lover! Ohhhh, yessssss!" She tried her cocksucking tricks on his black poker-pecker and they all worked magnificently.
Letting her lower lip drag over the head of it excited him to no end. At the same time, she used one finger to slide up his quivering asshole. Nolan dug the double sensation and told her so.
"Baby, this is it!" he panted, "Oh, Wow!"
Using her finer-fucking up his asshole, as well as her assorted mouth tricks to entertain his black cock, he got so turned-on he was shaking, and moaning.
"Ahhhhh-OOhhhhhweeee!" he stammered, as the sensations became too much for him. Her cheeks closed in, her eyes closed, and then it was over in a blinding flash.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he cried, throwing his head from side to side as his penis erupted in her mouth and the thick, creamy sperm load gushed down her throat. She got a chance to taste his sperm, and this made her tremble. Now, Ron was whipping his tongue in and out of her vagina, probing, exploring, and then he bit lightly on her clitoris, exciting her love-button, she gushed foi him. He sucked her juices in eagerly, and she again delightedly experienced the double-sensations of gushing and having a mouth placed at her pussy, and sucking with a massive prick pushed down her throat.
"Ohh, wow!" the black boy kept exclaiming as he moved up and down, while Melinda finished sucking his tool off.
When it started tickling, he laughed, and told her, "Hey, cocksucker-stop! You've gotten all the juice out-that's enough."
Ron who was enjoying her pussy action, finished, licked her lips and left her.
The next two young men who got on the bed were brothers. They proudly told her, "We like to fuck the same chick-you know-its wild to watch your own brother fuck."
"What's your name?" Melinda asked the curly-haired young man who was on one side on her.
"I'm John," he smiled, "and that's my brother Tommy."
"What do you two cats want to do with me?" she smiled.
"I'm a backdoor man," Johnny smiled, "and Tommy takes it up the front door." up the front door."
"Cunt and ass fuckers, eh?" she cuckled, "Well, if you don't kill me when you ram that big prick up my asshole I guess it'll be alright."
Bill went to her rescue, finding the jar of vaseline. Then, he rubbed some around her asshole, while John took some and rubbed down his penis.
"I've got to try ass-fucking, sometime," Tommy protested. "You see every time I screw a dame with my brother Johnny he wants to have all the fun and I never get a whack at a girl's butt-fucks."
"Next time, you can have my ass," Melinda laughed. Then, she lay on her side and Johnny began sliding his penis between the smooth crevice of her behind. With it already well-greased, he didn't experience too much difficulty easing himself in.
But at the point of contact between her tight anal ring and Johnny's huge, thick penis she felt some pain.
This was the very point of contact Johnny liked most. It appealed to his sadistic impulse, and he liked to see her cringe as the big head of his penis rammed into her behind.
"Ouch!" she groaned, as he thrust it inside. Hearing her cry out stimulated him to savagely fuck her behind. He reached around and gripped her titties tightly, pressing excitedly on their taut nipples.
"Now, it feels good-doesn't it?" he demanded.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she panted, "I-I like that!"
"Lemme' at her," Tommy protested, "This is a triple-play, and don't you try to make it a two-way fuck. You can get that with one chick-our orgy operation is for wild balling."
"Right, little brother," Johnny smiled, as he stabbed away at her asshole. Tommy got in front of her he brought his penis even with her cunt. Then, he objected to his brother's tight body grip on Melinda in no uncertain terms.
"How in hell can I get my old dong in her if you of your ever-lovin' arms wrapped around her?" e demanded in exasperation.
Johnny released her breasts reluctantly.
"Alright-there you are-fuck her!"
Tommy smiled, eager to get his huge, thick penis into Melinda's box. Easing just the meaty lead of it through her curly, brown thatch, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling his brother's hest as he did so.
"Ohhh, baby, you're easy riding," Tommy grinned as he felt his penis slip inside her tight vagina.
Melinda gripped his penis inside herself, and felt strange, new erotic thrills surge through her body.
"Two cocks are better than one," she laughed.
"That's nice of you to say so," Johnny replied. 'And just think-these pricks came from the same family."
"Fuck me," Melinda panted, as the passsion built within her hot loins. Then, Tommy began instructing her. "Hey, baby-ever hear how you lake your pussy snap."
"No."
"Well, lover-I'll tell you! You just grab the dick with your cunt muscles and then you release-you grab it, release it, grab it, release it and ham-the old pecker shoots off like it never shot ff before."
"Okay," Melinda agreed, "I'll try to snap my pussy. Learn something new everyday, I guess."
She gripped Tommy's penis tightly within her vagina walls, and then she released it. Grabbing it, releasing it, Tommy felt the super sensations clear to his toes. His balls got bigger, his penis got harder.
"Fuck! Fuck! Ohhh, baby-fuck it," he groaned, and Melinda moved her muscles in her cunt as he told her to.
"Oh, baby, now you're fucking! Good old snapping pussy!" Tommy blurted happily as he thrust inside her, and she gripped his tremendous tool, released it, gripped it again.
Suddenly, it was Johnny who felt cheated.
"Grind that ass," he demanded, "Don't concentrate on your cunt so much you forget me."
Melinda churned her buttocks. Johnny got his sensations he liked so much.
"Ohh, yess-yess!" he groaned in delight, as Melinda kept her pussy snapping for Tommy, her ass churning for Johnny.
"Look at that wild fucker go," Bill eyed her proudly. "A real fuckin' find-so help me, that girl is the most." All at once, pride surged through Melinda. A marvelous feeling of power and pride, as she realized she could make two men turn-on at the same time.
Vigorously, she kept her buttocks in motion. Then, she let her cunt grab on Tommy's prick, working it hard so he would get his rocks off.
"Oh, baby, you're a fast-learner," Tommy declared as he felt her grinding it out. "I-I like it. I like it!"
The throbbing penis exploded in her pussy and Tommy's lips crushed on hers. Melinda automatically opened her mouth and Tommy's tongue found hers.
"Ahhhh-ohhhhh-yes-yess!" she stammered, "I like that." The two of them thrashed about on the bed and the wild excitement she felt made her entire body tingle.
"Keep your backfiend in motion," Johnny insisted, "I want to get my rocks off, sweetheart-don't stop now-ohhh, no, baby-don't stop now!"
Melinda didn't stop either. Vigorously, she kept her buttocks churning around the ever-thrusting tool of Johnny who rammed it in to the hilt, allowing his balls to bounce on her behind.
"Ohhh, baby-fuck off," he blurted as he continued driving it in her. And then he got there.
"Ooooweeeeee!" he exclaimed, as his penis unloaded, high up her asshole. "Don't stop now! Milk it, baby, get the juice out of it! Milk it!"
Melinda milked his penis as he continued thrusting. With cocks unloading up her asshole, and in her cunt, she felt on cloud nine.
"Ohhhh, baby, I like it-I like it," she gasped, and as she let her head roll from side to side on the pillow, Tommy wondered if she'd flipped out. But, Bill who was standing nearby quickly recognized the lust-crazed look and knew it was a perfectly normal reaction for a woman in the throes of orgy-passion.
"Look at her wiggle that ass," Bill chuckled. "She's a real firecracker!"
Johnny slowly eased himself out of her, and Tommy pulled out too. Then, the last two boys who were left both insisted upon Melinda eating their assholes out and licking their cocks to orgasm.
"What's your name?" she smiled up at the clean-cut blonde kid, with the healthy-size penis who came over to mount her next.
"Marve," he smiled.
"Okay, Marve-what all do you want me to do?"
"I want it like you did for the other cats-you know, the full treatment-the ass suck, the ball job, and the cocksuck."
"Okay," Melinda agreed, "I'll give it to you."
Melinda went to work, but decided to add some exciting preliminaries.
"Marve, baby-why don't you move down so your ass rides my tits."
"Okay!"
Marve moved his body down, and lowered himself so his hard, round butt rested on her soft, round breasts.
"Say, what do you know? That feels great!"
"Rub your ass over my tits-back and forth," Melinda suggested with a small smile playing about her lips as she looked up and saw the newfound sexual excitement flash across his face.
Gently brushing his buttocks over her breasts, he found himself hardening, his balls swelling.
"Now," Melinda advised, "lower yourself so you let your penis slide between my tits."
Marve did this, letting his hard penis rest on her chest between her breasts.
"Massage your prick with my tits," she guided him. He obeyed, letting his rock-hard cock enjoy the soft flesh as he massaged her tits against his cock.
"That feels fantastic."
"Sure it does. Little Melinda knows where it's at!"
"Right-on," Marvin agreed.
Bill got an idea and walked over to Marve with a bottle of baby oil.
"Hey, buddy-why don't you rub some of this on your prick."
"Good idea," Marve nodded, taking the baby oil and pouring some of the bottle's contents onto his hands. Then, rising up, he massaged his penis and soon its slippery sensations excited him. He rubbed her breasts against his cock and the sensations built.
"Ohhh, I love that," she whispered, enjoying the slippery feeling of his hard penis when massaged by her soft breasts.
But, this couldn't last for long as the pressure building in his hot loins demanded quick satisfaction.
"Baby, I guess you'd better eat my ass out fast if you're going to," he told her. And so, he moved up to her mouth. Soon, his huge, thick penis was even with her mouth. She opened it, and he slid himself inside her. She sucked on it slowly. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yes," Marve replied to Bill. "Hey cats-move! I want to watch her suck."
The naked boys obstructing his view in the mirror moved aside, but he still wanted his ass sucked.
"Now, baby, let go of my prick and go back to eating my ass out." he demanded.
Melinda released his huge dong, and he sat down on her face. She didn't even have time to hold his butt cheeks with her hands he was so anxious to have her suck on his asshole. Her tongue flashed out, and it circled his anal ring. Then, stiffening, she started thrusting hard in and out, in and out.
The excitement built in his loins as she sucked out his behind. He'd never had anything like it before.
"Tongue-fuck it, tongue-fuck it," he cried, watching in the mirror excitedly as he saw her tongue stab his asshole over and over. He rode it, going way down, coming back up.
"Isn't that groovy?" he gasped, "Ohhh, yes-look at it now ... that's wild!"
Her tongue, his asss. Up and down, up and down. His ass quivered, his penis hardened, and he reached out to grip it in his hand.
"Ohhh, that feels good," he groaned in delight.
"Yes, yes keep sucking it honey, keep sucking me there."
Melinda was turned-on now. She loved the smell of his sweating buttocks, she trembled to the thought of devouring his sperm, and tingled to the touch of his balls on her face, as he started jacking-off.
"Now, baby-lick the balls."
Letting her tongue slip out of his asshole, she made a hot tongue-trail along his huge balls. He eased them into her open mouth.
"Ahhh ... Ohhhhh ... Yes! Yes! Hot Mama!"
The exciting passion packed moments were building to a torrid climax.
"Come one-come on-suck off!"
He waved his penis in front of her eyes, and she eagerly grippped it, feeding it to herself.
"Baby-eat my prick! Eat it!"
The thick, peni slammed down her delighted throat, as she accepted him.
With his balls riding on her chin, he continued.
"Ohhhh, honey-what you do to me. It's like hot velvet-suck ... suck ... suck on!"
In and out his penis thrust, building in momentum as he neared his searing climax. His balls bouncing on her chin excited her, and once again the smell of his sweat stimulated her. She decided to give him every sensation possible and thrust a finger up his asshole.
With a quivering, shivering, excited response, he groaned, "Ohhh, no ... no ... it's too much! I can't stand it! Ohhhhhh, baby-I'm coming. I'm coming.."
Her hot mouth went on sucking as the sperm shot into it. She delighted to the sweet taste of his sperm, and went on stabbing his behind until he'd finished unloading.
Marve was groaning, throwing his head this way and that, his eyes clouded with lust.
"He really got his sucked off," Bill chuckled, "Yuh!" Then, slowly, Marve pulled himself out of her mouth, and she let her finger slide out of his asshole.
"One more-one more," she cried out, "then we've had our orgy."
Shy, sensitive-faced Roy stood there.
"Go ahead," Bill insisted, his blue eyes flashing with lusty desire.
Roy's brown eyes looked at her, as if she was from outer space. "How can you suck on all those cocks?" he asked her point blank.
"Maybe I just dig dick," she grinned, "Now, you get up here and I'll show you how its done."
"Alright, " Roy replied, but his penis wasn't hard. The boys all looked at him with disgust.
"What's wrong?" Marve asked, "Why aren't you hard? Did you jerk-off?"
"No."
"He's just shy," Melinda said, and then she suggested, "Baby, you lie on the bed-on your stomach and I'll rub you all over with the baby oil."
"Okay," Roy agreed.
He got on the bed, and Melinda took the baby oil, and straddled him as she poured some of the oil on his back. Slowly, she massaged his back, and then brought her hands down to his buttocks. She gently massaged, and then she brought her fingers between the crack in his buttocks. She moved her own body farther down, and then she worked on his prostate gland. As her fingers pressed down, Roy felt his balls tingle. They were swelling.
"Feel good?" Melinda asked huskily. "Yes."
Then she put some of the baby oil on her breasts and slid her breasts all over on his behind. Roy was getting a huge erection. The wild passionate display brought on by Melinda's determination to give him a hard-on was working. He shoved up, and then she presed down. Tit and ass contact proved extremely exciting.
"Ahhh, ohh, baby, I'm hard now," he told her.
Melinda moved still farther down, burying her face in his buttocks. Then, parting his ass-cheeks carefully, she let her tongue slide around his tight anal ring.
"Ahhh-ohhhh, yes-yess," he gasped in delight as her tongue slipped around.
Suddenly, she stiffened her tongue and thrust it up there. Now, he was going out of his mind. Side-glancing in the mirror, he thrilled to see her going down on his asshole. Her naked boobs bobbed up and down as her head moved up and down, matching the pace of her tongue-jabs up his tight, hot asshole.
"Suck it out!" he cried, no longer shy, no longer timid. "Ohhhh, yes-suck me, hot mama!"
Melinda's mouth moved vigorously on him and she managed to suck smoothly. The passions built within his loins, and he couldn't wait to have her flip his prick inside her hot mouth. He turned over, and Melinda turned on.
"Ohhhh, baby-what a prick you've got," she gasped, when she saw its dimensions when it was hard. She picked it up in her hand and slowly let her mouth go over it.
"Do you like that?" Bill smiled.
"Yes-suck it, Melinda, suck it."
"Aren't you glad you latched onto our Friday orgy club?"
"Yes-suck, Melinda suck," he gasped.
Melinda's head moved up and down, as she greedily ate his male member. She kept her fingers working on the balls, trying to turn him on all the way.
"Ohh, now-now," he cried out, as his hands zipped down to force her head farther over his penis.
"Suck it all out-suck it, honey, suck it."
Melinda was enjoying herself so much on his slick joy stick she didn't want it to go off instantly. So, she moved it slowly up and down, and watched its dimensions going in and out of her mouth.
"Look at Roy's cock," Bill enthused. "Isn't that some prick!"
Melinda's mouth moved with the expertise of a skilled whore who specialized in blow-jobs. Her cocksucks were worth money now, for she'd developed herself into an accomplished mouth girl.
"Ohhh, baby-suck me ... suck me," Roy moaned.
Melinda let her finger jab up his asshole as he quivered to her finger-thrust.
"Now, baby-now-I can't last much longer."
He thrust himself down her throat and throat-fucked her with both hands clomping her tightly down over his dick.
"There I go-Yes, Yes-"
The hot sperm flashed out of the head of his penis and down Melinda's much-used throat. She took his prick juice with a sense of triumph, having considered his flaccid prick something she had to conquer. That she had conquered it with flags flying was self-evident. Then, she let the taste of the last few drops remain in her mouth as she tasted it.
Finally, she pulled off, and Roy's cock was still rock-hard.
"I guess you enjoyed yourself," she smiled.
"Yes-yes, I did," he enthused, "Now when do we get together again?"
"Well, it can't be next Friday," Bill chimed in, "We've got Susan, the chick from South America lined up. She's a groovy gal, and says she's going to use the dildo."
"The dildo?" Melinda asked.
"Yes, that's a plastic prick a chick straps on when she fucks another chick or when she wants to make it up a man's ass."
"What next?" Melinda laughed, and all the boys laughed with her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It didn't take long for the boys to get dressed once they'd gotten their rocks off. Bill had carefully collected the five bucks from each young stud, and adding his five he handed forty dollars to Melinda.
"Oh, Wow!" Melinda smiled. "Isn't that beautiful!"
"And you earned it," Bill assured her with a big grin spreading across his face. "A chick who can sock it to them like you can deserves every penny we pay her."
"Why, thank you, Bill-I take that as a compliment." Melinda and Bill were still standing there naked, even though the other young men had dressed and gone.
"Say, baby," Bill smiled, "How about another fuck-I'm really hot to get my rocks off."
"Alright," Melinda smiled. She lay down on the bed, and spread her legs for Bill. But, he had another idea. He went over to the dresser and took out a dildo with some strange black straps on it.
"What on earth is that?" she asked him.
"This is the way I really dig it," he informed her.
"You mean I'm supposed to strap that awful thing on." He walked over to her and argued, "It's not an awful thing, baby-it's just a plastic penis with straps. So, I like to have a chick ball my asshole."
"I-I guess I can," she nodded, "At least I'm learning fucking techniques-"
"That's right," Bill smiled, "and when you and I finish, you'll be a real professional fucker!"
The idea made Melinda smile. There was nothing she desired more than to be an accomplished sex performer. She got off the bed, took the dildo from Bill and then strapped it on. She got back on the bed and soon was standing there with her plastic penis pointing his direction.
"I'll grease it," Bill smiled, "that'll make it easier for you to screw me."
Bill used some vaseline on the dildo, and then he hopped on the bed, flipped his legs up and greased his anus. When he was ready for her to thrust, he held his legs open and smiled.
"Okay, lover," he grinned, "Get ready for the big thrust-"
"This is wild," Melinda laughed, as she got on the bed, and quickly stabbed his behind with the greased dildo-penis. She missed, and it slid to the side.
"You see, this requires practice," Bill said seriously, "Now, just take it easy-and stab it slowly."
With careful movements, she edged the end of the dildo into his tender behind.
"It hurts so good, honey" he smiled triumphantly as she got it up there. "Ohhh, yes-that's it-give, baby, give!" The dildo slid up there in hard, driving thrusts, and the two of them convulsed in spasms of pleasure and pain as Melinda drove the mean dildo up his hot behind.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he begged her, as she looked down at him. Reaching up he played with her titties, pinching the nipples as she thrust it up inside him.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh ... yes ... yess ... more, baby, more-I can take it all!"
Turned on, Bill wiggled his buttocks as she let the slick dildo glide up his asshole.
"Now, baby, pump my pecker," he grinned. Melinda grabbed his penis and began jerking him off as she drove the dildo up his asshole.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he gasped, as the double-sensations sent the sexual excitement surging through his body. "Ohhh, yes-more, more!"
Melinda found herself getting hotter and hotter as she fucked his asshold, and pulled his meat. Suddenly she felt herself moistening, and nearing climax too.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "I see what you mean. This is far-out. I'm almost there too-and you're getting it both ways."
"Yes, yes," he panted, as she pulled on his penis, his balls swelling, his meaty head becoming engorged as he was about to shoot.
"Ahhh, ohhh, keep fucking my asshole," he demanded as the white, creamy cum flashed out of his penis. "Yes-yes, just like that ... ahhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
When his throbbing member flashed sperm, Melinda found herself coming at the same instant. The hot gush inside her cunt trickled down the side of her leg, and Bill noticed this.
"Oh, Wow!" he exclaimed, "I guess we're both hotter than a pistol."
She slid the plastic penis out of his benind smoothly, and then she got up and unstrapped it.
"You're a lot of fun," she told him, "I really enjoyed myself."
"Well, you let yourself go," he explained, "When a gal knows enough to be uninhibited about sex-she can really enjoy herself."
"I know," she nodded, "I know what you mean now-but I better quit the orgy action. I feel like a slut after taking eight guys on in one day."
"Knock it off," he told her, "You're just a playmate who plays. I don't dig this centerfold stuff
-all you can do is jerk-off. I like a chick who gives-like you do!"
Melinda grinned, as she stepped into the shower and began washing her body.
"I want to wash all the sperm off," she smiled.
"But don't wash your body off like Lady Macbeth washed her hands off to get the guilt off."
"I don't feel any guilt," Melinda assured him as he joined her in the shower. "I gave you cats a good time. If that should make me guilty-then I'm guilty-but I don't think I should feel anything but happiness and joy that I could have sex with you like this."
When they finished showering, they dried off and Bill gave a last look around the room and then the two of them stepped out of the motel, hurrying around the back of the place to the parking lot.
It was late and Melinda feared going home, but Bill told her not to worry.
"Just let your Mom know you're a big girl now," he said patting her on the pussy.
"Oh, she knows it," Melinda assured him, "But she doesn't approve. She wants to keep me her pure little girl and I don't like it-not one damned bit!"
"Well, I don't blame you!"
He dropped her off a couple blocks from her-home and when she got in the house her Mother was prepared for the inquisition that was to follow.
"Where have you been, Melinda?" she began.
"I'm a big girl now," Melinda replied.
"You haven't answered my question," her mother persisted.
"Well, if you must know I've been entertaining at an orgy all afternoon, do you mind?"
"You've got a perverted sense of humor," her mother said mockingly.
"Will you knock off the bugging me bit?" Melinda said angrily. "I mean it, Mom-Every move I make is watched. I can't have a life of my own."
"But you're just a baby."
"I'm sixteen in just a little while," she flared back, "and I've got to have some fun-you've had yours and you're all washed-up. Now, you don't want me to have any fun. Well, I'm not buying it, so stop bugging me!"
There wasn't anything more to say. Her mother had fixed a good meal for her, but Melinda said she wasn't hungry. She went to bed, and slept. The orgy had left her exhausted. The next week was test week, and she was ill-prepared. But there was one class he felt she could get by in-that was Mr. Kent's class. He couldn't flunk her. So, she decided to focus most of her time on her other classes.
Then, the test day came in Mr. Kent's class and Melinda purposely wore no panties that day.
The bell rang, and the test in Kent's class was about to begin. Melinda moved nervously about, spreading her legs so her thigs were evident. Then, her curly pubic hair showed, and the teacher's eyes riveted on her genitals.
Glancing up, he saw her smile knowlingly. How he wished they were alone, and his tongue might invade her private regions. How he desired to grasp her, firm and ripened breasts and suck on them. But, he would only do so at grave peril to his position, and this he kept in mind.
"Alright," he began nervously, "We have our tests today. All you need is a pencil and one clean piece of scrap paper if you want to write anything down. But, don't take anything out of your desks-no notes, no note-books, no text-books."
A noisy, nervous rustle rippled through the room as the students prepared to take the test.
Melinda remained calm. She knew she could count on a passing grade in this test. True, it would involve a little blackmailing but she felt sure the teacher would understand. After all, he'd broken her in for fucking and now she knew how much fun it was, she couldn't stop. So, actually, the whole thing was his fault, she reasoned.
But now and then as she sat through the test, she felt sorry for him. He looked so tense, so confused. No dubt he'd missed fucking her she figured. But, with her Mom having him under suspicion-she didn't dare.
The only thing she could do was write nonsense statements, anything to keep busy. But the questions which the teacher wrote on the board for the test baffled her completely. When the bell mercifully rang, she walked over to him and announced, "I-I'm sorry, but-but-"
"See me when the other kids have gone," he told her.
When they were alone, the teacher made sure both classroom doors remained open. Then, he asked her, "What's troubling you, Melinda?"
"You know," she said reluctantly.
"No, I don't. That's why I'm asking you," he insisted.
"Well," she h-edged, "What with all my outside activities, you know what I mean?"
"Yes," he nodded nervously, "I do know what you mean!"
"I-I flunked my final."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said softly.
"But, you'll take care of it for me," she said evenly, a hint of a threat in her voice.
"Take care of it?"
"See to it I get a good grade," she smiled. "I-I can't do that," he insisted, "and we can't talk to each other much longer-"
"Why not?" she said casually, glancing around. "You know why not-"
"Yes," she smiled, "And it's because of that you don't dare flunk me."
"This is blackmail-"
"Sorry about that," she chuckled.
"You call me up later, tonight-now beat it!"
"Sure, teacher," she smiled, and turned around and walked away. But, stopping at the door, she turned to tell him menacingly, "I'd be careful how you talk to me-'cause you could be awful sorry, if you know what I mean."
"Beat it," the teacher snapped, and at that moment the Principal poked his nosey head in the door.
"Everything alright here?"
"Oh, just fine," Mr. Kent nodded nervously. Melinda glanced back, her lips curling in triumph, knowing she had her teacher right where she wanted him-behind the eight ball!
Mr. Kent tried to say as little as possible to the Principal, but the Principal wanted to talk.
"I noticed you are keeping both doors open," he said. "That is always a good policy."
"Right," the teacher nodded grimly. Then, the Principal walked around the room and looked at the bulletin board. He came over to the teacher, "Your bulletin boards aren't good. You need more pictures. They don't even read those articles up there on Egypt-show them the Sphynix in a photo-okay?"
"Yes, sir."
As the teacher watched the Principal walk away he breathed a sigh of relief. But he wasn't at ease for long because in walked Audrey, the super-sexed little blonde who chewed gum and talked during most of the class periods. She came right over to him, and bent over his desk, letting him get a good view of her cleavage.
"You know, teacher-I'm worried about my grade," she smiled, opening her mouth and letting her tongue slide along her lower lip.
"Well, you won't get a grade from me by putting your breasts on display," the teacher said tersely.
"Funny thing, I thought that was how Melinda got by in your class-she never studies, and doesn't turn in her homework-but she gets good grades!"
"You're wrong!"
"Am I?" Audrey smiled, then throwing her head back and laughing, she continued, "Well, teach anytime you could give me private lessons."
"I don't give private lessons-"
"No, no you don't-not to all your students, anway," she snarled, as she got up, and walked away.
The teacher looked after her, his face reddening. Could there never be any peace he wondered? Why was it that these women always figured he'd give in to their whims? Or had the word been spreading from Melinda that the way to cop a good grade was to go to bed with him? This thought tortured him and he didn't know what to do about it.
As he walked down the hall, Audrey was waiting for him at the top of the stairs.
"Hurry, teach-you don't want to be late for Melinda, do you?"
Mr. Kent paid no attention to what she had to say. Instead, he walked by her quickly. But, she followed.
"I can do anything she can do," Audrey whispered, as he tried to shrug her off.
But she wouldn't be shrugged off so fast. She followed him across the campus, pestering him with her persistence.
"It's not fair! You've had sex with her-and you give her good grades. But, you won't with me! Why?"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mr. Kent went directly home from school that day. He was anxious to hear from Melinda and find out what she'd have to say about her test. He well-knew he was in a bind. With Audrey onto the fact he'd given her grades for little or no work, giving Melinda a good mark in his course posed a real and awful threat to his position.
He fixed himself a bourbon and seven drink and waited by the phone. When seven o'clock finally came, the phone did ring, and he was pretty well loaded from four more drinks.
"Hi," Melinda began quietly, as if she was frying to keep her voice from being heard by someone.
"Where are you?"
"In a phone booth near your pad."
"I'm so horny I could fuck a bull's ass," the teacher slurred drunkenly.
"Maybe I should come over and take care of you," Melinda laughed.
"Yeah, and get me fired," he blasted into the phone. "A little bitch tried to put the make on me after school. She said she knew I was screwing with you and giving you grades. Now, how the hell did she know?"
"Keep your blood pressure down," Melinda advised, "That little tramp is putting you on. She sits next to me and when I shift my legs around she just guesses you've got the hots for me."
"Are you sure she only guesses?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I'd never tell anybody about us."
"Why don't you come over and let me fuck you?" he told her flatly.
"Alright-I'll be right over," she said, hanging up the phone. As she got out of the phone booth, she looked both directions and didn't see anyone. Feeling confident, she decided she would walk quickly over to her teacher's apartment and seal her good grade with a hot fuck.
She tapped on the door, and the teacher opened it quickly, letting her enter. At the same time he glanced down the hall and didn't see anyone. Feeling relieved, he offered her a drink right away.
"I'm drunk," he told her flatly, "Now, how would you like to join me in a drink?"
"Sure," she smiled, walking toward the bar. After they'd both had a couple more, the teacher felt ready to make his bold pitch.
"Could you just suck me off, tonight?" he smiled up at her.
"Why don't we undress and get on the bed. I like it better when we're both bare ass naked, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess I do," he admitted, rising and walking in the direction of the bedroom.
He threw back the bedspread and Melinda slipped out of her clothes quickly. She was finding this ever so much easier to do than her school work.
As the teacher got a look at her beautiful, ripe breasts, jutting out at him with those enormous red nipples, he couldn't wait to wrap his mouth around them and do some sucking.
Melinda quickly got out of her skirt and hopped on the bed. The teacher didn't take long to shed his clothes completely and join her.
"Why don't we try different sort of stuff?" Melinda smiled.
"Like what?"
"Like you getting on all fours," she grinned, "and letting me lick your asshole-wouldn't that be fun?"
"I guess so," he told her.
Getting on all fours, he looked in the mirror. There was Melinda, reaching under him for his penis. As she got her tongue inserted in his behind, she grabbed his penis and pulled on it. "Faster, baby, faster.!"
Her hot tongue smoothly slid in and out of his asshole, and from this angle she was allowed good penetration. But as his balls tingled, he felt her firm, young hand-grip pulling up and down, up and down on his pecker. This excited him to no end.
"Oh, Melinda, I love it when you eat my ass out. You've got a wild tongue, honey, and you know just what I need."
Melinda's mouth moved closer, creating a kind of suction all its own and her tongue slid in and out as she kept it stiff.
"Suck it-suck my ass out-ohhhh, baby-yes-yes ... suck it-that's it-Ohhhhh.I like that ... I like that!"
As Melinda sensed his penis was throbbing to the point of climax, she pulled off him and lay on her back, crumpling up a couple of pillows under her head.
"Shove me your meat," she begged. "I want it-I want it, baby...."
The thick penis slid into her eager mouth, and it touched the back of her throat. Now, the momentum was building.
"Give baby, give," he demanded, trying to let him throat-fuck her.
"Ahhh ... yes ... yess ... fuck ... fuck ... suck it off," Melinda was lost in her lustful desires. Her eyes opened so she could see very closely. She wanted to watch his huge, throbbing male member as it slid down her throat. She wanted to look at the curly pubic hair in his crotch. She wanted to gobble down his prick juice at that magic moment of climax. Even the smell of his sweaty loins appealed to her.
"Now-now-ohhhh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, as his cum-load shot down her throat. Melinda's hands massaged his buttocks while she sucked on him. It was an enchanted moment, as he felt her mouth suck him in.
Finally, he pulled free because she couldn't stop her complulsion to suck on his tool.
"Baby dool-you've drained it. There ain't no more," he laughed, as he saw her hands push him away when he tried to pull his penis out of her her.
They both had a drink and then Melinda insisted he continue.
"Now-turnabout is fair play," she giggled, "Let me sit on your face and you can eat my ass out."
"Alright," he smiled, as she moved up to him and let her buttocks lower, lower until she was right over his mouth. The teacher lifted her up a bit, as his hands grasped her.
"Ride my tongue," he commanded.
By holding his tongue rigid, she came down over it. His anus quivered as his hard tongue drove up there.
Seeing her moist cunt juice dripping from her slit, he pushed her back a little, and took his tongue out and licked along her gash.
"Ahh, ohhhh," she gasped in delight, as his tongue finally invaded her.
"You like that?" he smiled.
"Ohh, yes-yes," she moaned, and his tongue stabbed around inside her, in wild threshing movements, licking, exploring, exciting her.
"Tongue my love-button," she begged him. The teacher manipulated his fiery tongue around her clitoris, skillfully and with such intense excitement, she trembled.
"Suck my pussy-suck it clean," she urged him on, gripping his head, running her fingers through his hair.
"Ohhh, yes ... I like that! I like that!"
The super excitement she felt as his tongue sucked and fucked her was bringing her to a shattering climax.
As she gushed, she gripped his head tightly in her hands, "Eat me-eat my pussy-ohhhhh, ahhh ... yes!"
The teacher's tongue lapped away, licking, delighting in every drop of her love juice. It didn't take him long to finish her off. But the only problem was that when he had satisfied her, he was hard as rock.
"Oh, that's terrible," Melinda sighed, when she saw his huge penis.
"No, it isn't," he smiled, "How about you riding the rod-okay?"
"Okay," she agreed. Straddling the teacher's prong, she slowly brought her cunt down over it.
The teacher gave a lunge forward, and it was in there tightly. She gripped it, giving it her best snapping-pussy effect she knew how.
"Ohhhh, I love this, I love this," she moaned, "We're riding the cock-play with my titties while I go up and down on your dick with my cunt."
The teacher reached out and grippped her breasts in his full hands, while she rode him.
"Ahhh-yes ... yes ... that's it, that's it," he gasped, enjoying the efeel of her full, ripe breasts in his hot hands.
"Farther-fuck it farther," she cried out, unable to control her passion for screwing. "Give it to me! I want all your inches inside me, lover."
Straining to give her more, the teacher drove it up there.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he begged her. She twisted her hips, this direction and that; keeping them revolving around his piston-thrusting penis.
"Hurt me," she moaned, "Ohhh, hurt me, teacher," she moaned. "Yes ... Yes!"
Melinda's nipples hardened and he pinched them tightly, twisting them until she screamed in pleasurable pain.
"Ahhh, ohhh-I love that, I love that," she panted, throwing her head from side to side in the throes of her sexual ecstasy.
Now, the teacher was inspired to drive forward with rapid-fire thrusts.
"Fuck-off! Fuck-off!" he gasped, and the hot cum in his penis-head flashed out of him. At the same instant, Melinda gushed too.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," she groaned in delight, "We made it, baby, we made it-right on target."
The two of them ground it out, until they'd finished climaxing. Then, Melinda, rose-slowly sliding the thick, still erect penis out of her vagina.
She got up and went into the bathroom, and the teacher followed.
"We shower together," she insisted, turning on the shower and stepping in. The teacher joined it a moment later, and Melinda soaped his penis.
"Why don't you shove it up from behind?" she giggled. "Might as well do everything!"
Soaping her smooth buttocks, he got a good soapy suds, allowing him a smooth entrance into her tight anus.
Grasping her breasts as he rammed it to her for round three of their wild sex foray, Melinda panted, "Ram it up there. Let me feel you thrusting."
Utilizing good control on her muscles, she massaged his hard penis as he thrust it up her asshole.
"You're a good ass-fuck too," he told her.
"Glad you like it," she whimpered as the pain of his huge tool sliding'up her small behind almost knocked her out.
With a few hard thrusts, the teacher brought himself there. "Ohhhh, yes-yes-ahhhhhhh," she gasped in delight, "We made it-fuck-off ... fuck off!"
The teacher pulled out of her hot behind, and she turned to let the shower washing the cum out, as she spread hr cheeks.
"How was I?" she smiled excitedly.
"Superfucker," he smiled, "And I must add-a supersucker!"
"Your tongue-job on me was tremendous," she nodded excitedly. "You know I've enjoyed grooving with you more than all the others-"
"So you've been peddling your pussy?"
"What's it to you?" Melinda snapped, "You haven't put a padlock on my pussy, have you, teacher?"
"No, but I don't expect to fuck a whore either."
"I'm no whore," Melinda spit back, "But I might be a nympho."
"Why do you think you might be a nympho?"
"Because," she said evenly, "I can't get enough fucks."
"You mean I'm not man enough for you?" the teacher said, his ego ignited by the thought he wasn't giving her enough to satisfy her.
"No-not that," she snapped, "I just like variety."
"So how many?"
"Knock it off," she shrieked.
"No-No, I won't knock it off," he said, grasping her tightly around the neck. The blood began to drain from her face as his hand-grip grew tighter. "How many have you fucked?"
"Eight," she said feebly.
His hands released their grip. Melinda put her own hand to her throat and massaged, trying to ease the hurt.
"So you are a cheap slut, just like all the other women I've fucked around with."
"Yeah, and who makes sluts out of us?" Melinda said huskily, her voice weak from the hurt of his hands around her neck.
"There are two kinds of women," he bellowed, "Whores and women who won't-and you are a whore-you are a whore."
"I'll get you fired-so help me, I'll get your ass burned for what you've done to me."
"What have I done to you?"
"Molested me. That's what you've done to me, you've molested me, and tried to strangle me in your insane jealousy."
"Ohh, I'm sorry," the teacher stammered, when he realized how easily Melinda could destroy him.
"And you better give me a good grade in your class," she snapped, "If you don't I'll wreck you."
"Blackmailer!"
"Molester," she shrieked.
Finally, they both calmed down, and she dressed. As she walked out the door, she turned to tell him, "You've got nothing to fear as long as I get my grade-but if I don't, kiss your teaching job goodbye!"
"I read you," he replied, not glancing up.
"And it's over between us-I'll never let you lay a hand on me."
The teacher was stunned and shocked by his own actions. He recognized he was in a bind. And there was nowhere to turn. Then, he took the bottle in his hand and putting it to his lips drank the remainder of it.
When he fell asleep, he was glad to be free from the pain of the position he'd gotten himself into.
The next morning, he awoke with a start. The phone was ringing. "Hello-"
"Hi-" Melinda said evenly. "Oh, Melinda-I'm sorry about last night. I got loaded."
"Skip the apologies. Just promise me I get my grade. My Mom is going to get me a new dress I want if I get good grades in all my classes-now, will I get that grade?"
"You'll get your grade-so help me, you'll get your grade-now will you quit bugging me?"
"Yes," Melinda replied, "and go fuck yourself!"
She hung up on him, and he just stared straight ahead, with the phone still in his hand. Finally, he put it back on its cradle, and went into the living room. He walked about the living room and tried to decide what he should do. He couldn't go on like this. This grade would only be the beginning. He knew it. Pacing back and forth like a caged animal, he calculated. If he withdrew his money in the bank, he could split the scene, take a trip somewhere-anywhere to get away and let the whole matter with Melinda settle down.
But, it would be getting off his savings program, losing time teaching, and it would look mightly suspicious to the Principal if he just walked in and said he wanted to quit in the middle of the school year.
Balancing the alternative of being open to blackmail because of one big mis-step with Melinda, he recognized he really had no options-resigning as the only respectable way out.
At school the next week, he made out the grades. He gave Melinda her "B" figuring that would keep her mouth shut, and get her the dress her Mother promised, providing she did alright in her other classes-and of course she could always seduce her male teachers if she was flunking out. Being such a good piece of ass she might pull an "A" from a stud teacher who got hooked in Melinda's tender trap.
Then came the day he made his decision. Walking into the Principal's office, he told him bluntly, "I'm through!"
"I'm glad," the Principal smiled smoothly. "That'll save us both a lot of bother!"
