Chapter 4
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.