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   Teaching Melanie

   By Videll Dais

   Chapter 3: As soon as Melanie had gone to her room, Edward Lincoln sat
in the big fireside chair.  His heart was pounding and his erection
throbbed.  It was no good, his lust was at boiling point and he could not
wait any longer to empty his scrotum of its heavy load.  Taking a
handkerchief from his pocket, he undid his trousers and released his turgid
length from the restricting confines of his clothing.  Thinking of the last
half-hour, of Melanie bent over the table, knickers down, her lovely
rounded bottom fully displayed to his eyes and hands; the way she had
twitched and shivered each time he had fingered the crinkled roseate of her
bum hole, was all too much.  She was indeed a delightful subject, a natural
submissive, showing more promise in these early stages than he ever could
have hoped for.  When she had raised her bottom to his demands he'd caught
a peek of her delicious little hairless quim, the pink cleft smooth,
tight-lipped, untouched, and bulging like a ripe fruit from beneath her
quivering buttocks.  He'd desperately wanted to fasten his lips over her
peach-like split, lick the length of it, explore every nook and cranny with
his tongue, feast on its silky texture, savor the delights of tasting its
virgin juices.  Not wanting to panic the young girl and scare her off,
however, he'd somehow managed to control his base urges and restrain
himself.  Next time, though, would be a different matter.  The lingering
images of a half-naked, compliant Melanie, submitting to her first spanking
and fondling filled Edward's head and stoked his raging lust ever higher.
He fisted his aching cock, worked the foreskin over a bulbous head made
slick with leaking pre-cum.  Within minutes, Edward groaned as his balls
tightened with anticipation, then he was gasping with sudden pleasure as
his pulsing member erupted copiously coating his clasping fingers with
thick, pearloid ropes of bubbling sperm.  Afterwards, he sprawled back in
the big armchair and closed his eyes for few minutes.  He felt drained. 
Lust momentarily pacified, his cock grew soft and limp and his heartbeat
settled back to somewhere near normal.  Edward sighed heavily, and mopped
at the sticky residue of sperm with his handkerchief, cleaning himself up
as best as possible.  He poured himself a stiff drink, looked at the time
and was surprised to see that Melanie had gone upstairs almost an hour ago.
How time flies when you're enjoying yourself, he thought.  He decided he
would bathe then go and see if the girl was settled in for the night.  Who
knows, Edward contemplated, there might just be a chance of one more
opportunity to further her advancement before she goes to sleep.  He took a
leisurely bath, then dried and dusted his muscular frame with talc.  Still
naked, he dabbed expensive cologne at strategic points about his person
before donning a shiny black robe adorned with Chinese dragons.  He belted
the robe tightly around his narrow waist then, with mounting excitement,
made his way on slippered feet to Melanie's room.  When he came to her
bedroom door he turned the handle and, without knocking, silently entered.
The sight that greeted Edward's eyes was indeed a sight to behold.  His
heart lurched within his heaving chest and he felt his cock once again stir
beneath his robe.  Mouth agape, tongue lolling, he couldn't help a heated
gasp escaping his quivering lips.  A single, low-wattage night light bathed
the area around the bed in soft golden light leaving the rest of the room
in deep shadow.  Obviously exhausted from her long trip, Melanie had fallen
into a deep slumber, her cute face turned to the far wall, her rich
chestnut hair flowing across the pillows.  Besides sprinkling a light
sleeping draft over Melanie's dinner, Edward had deliberately stepped up
the room temperature, keeping it extra warm for his lovely guest and the
ploy had worked exactly as he'd hoped.  She had kicked off the bedcovers,
was stretched languidly on her back, one knee drawn up and out to the side.
Her blue semi-transparent nightie had ridden up around the tops of her
invitingly parted thighs.  Angling his head slightly, Edward could see her
white cotton panties tightly hugging the wide V of her exposed crotch,
clearly outlining the rounded bulge of her cunny mound.  "Oh God," Edward
muttered.  Lust pounding through his veins, he palmed the all ready
substantial erection tenting his robe, steadily worked his fingers eagerly
along the swollen length.  Horny visions of past and present pleasures
flashed behind his hooded eyelids like an endless pornographic movie - with
himself as the leading man, naturally.  As he looked down on the sleeping
beauty, he was reminded of her ravishing stepmother, Veronica.  Bold,
brash, confident and cocky, the young unblemished twenty-six year old had
lain in that same bed, almost in the same position Melanie now occupied,
challenging him with an icy stare, daring any attempt he might decide on to
tame her.  And tame the bitch he had, relishing every sweet moment her
furious resistance afforded him.  She had been a real piece of work, but it
was work he had thoroughly enjoyed.  There is nothing quite as satisfying
as breaking the will of a woman who thinks and acts above her station. 
Edward stood close beside the bed, dropped his robe and, for what seemed
like a long time, did nothing but stare down at the sleeping, helpless,
beauty.  His brother's own child, he thought, my adorable niece, so young,
so pure and innocent, so charmingly compliant; a dream come true, by any
man's standards.  He wondered about Melanie's stepmother, Veronica; why it
was she and not his brother who had asked for the girl to be taught
lessons, to be in effect - disciplined.  Though he had thoroughly tamed
Veronica he still didn't trust her.  He suspected she had a vindictive
streak that needed to be closely monitored even now.  Maybe a call to his
brother was in order.  Just to make sure that educating Melanie was what he
indeed wished.  Yes, he would call him tomorrow.  However, that was
tomorrow.  Tonight, at such an early hour, there was progress to be made
here, steps to be taken with the girl that would prepare her for the next
stage of her training.  Edward leaned over the sleeping girl.  He gently
rucked Melanie's nighty to her waist, slid his hand along the smooth pale
flesh of her spread thigh and placed his whole palm directly over the bulge
of her mound, allowing a thick finger to rest lightly along the soft furrow
formed by her cunt lips.  Melanie's panties did little to keep the details
of her genitals secret.  Edward could feel the plump bulge of her labia,
the soft cranny dividing them into an exquisitely formed quim.  He gently
caressed the girls sex, lightly trailing his finger back and forth along
her split from clit to arsehole and back again.  After a minute or two of
this gentle stroking, Melanie's head rolled from left to right, her
pink-lipped mouth slackened, small beads of sweat dotted her upper lip and
a forehead creased in an attractive frown.  Edward smiled as he delicately
twiddled his fingertip around the tiny bud of the girl's clitoris, hard and
distinctive even through the cotton of her tight panties.  He could only
guess at what the girl was dreaming.  From her expression, he judged some
disturbing - yet, very exciting - images were being invoked in the secret
recesses of her young mind by his ardent caressing of her soft sex. 
Melanie uttered a low moan, again tossed her head, and her breathing
gradually changed, becoming deeper and more hurried.  Unconsciously, she
began to move her panty-covered mound against Edward's questing fingers. 
Every now and then, the creamy swell of her belly quivered spasmodically
and the pale flesh of her upper bent thigh twitched.  It was time to
progress.  Without further ado, Edward carefully straightened Melanie's
leg, hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of her knickers and drew
them down and off in one smooth, practiced movement.  Unafraid of waking
her, he placed his hands on the insides of her knees and eased her legs
wide apart, then tugged her nightie up until it bunched around her neck. 
Edward stood back, his breathing harsh in his own ears, hand gripping his
throbbing erection.  His eyes took in every exquisite naked inch of the
innocent, obliviously sleeping beauty; from the small swells of her budding
breasts, each topped with a delicate pink nipple, to the narrow curve of
her waist and hips, the gently rounded belly with its sexy indentation to,
finally, the jewel in the crown: her bulging mound and plump tight-lipped
sex.  Melanie was indeed a picture to die for.  It was as much as her uncle
could do not to come over her perfect milk-white skin there and then.  End
Of Chapter 3 Videll dais

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