Chapter 2
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.