Chapter 13
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?"