Chapter 2
Melinda turned down an invitation to join the preacher's family for dinner, telling Mrs. Perkins through the bedroom door that she was tired from her long trip. Melinda didn't wish to see anyone, much less the wife of the man who had tried to rape her.
Necessity later forced her to venture out of her room, and she was pleased to discover that the preacher's house had a fully equipped bathroom. But it was lacking in one very important feature: there was no lock on the door.
Though nervous, Melinda lowered her briefs and crouched over the toilet, being careful not to place her bottom in direct contact with the seat. Her piss tinkled into the water. She tore off some toilet paper and carefully wiped her pussy. After flushing the toilet, she drew her panties up and let her skirt drop.
Melinda looked longingly at the old-fashioned bathtub which stood above the floor on short, funny-looking legs. Then she glanced at the unlocked door. She decided that since she would be living in the house for the next nine months, she might as well adjust herself right away to the conditions that existed.
She hurried back to her room, fetched a towel and robe, and returned to the bathroom. She encountered no one in the hall. From the living room, she heard conversation.
Melinda turned on the water in the tub and adjusted the mixture of hot and cold. Trembling slightly, she took off her clothes. While waiting for the tub to fill, she stared at herself in the discolored mirror above the washstand.
She didn't look any the worse for all she had gone through, she decided. On the contrary, her cheeks had a fine rosy glow and her eyes were clear, if anxious. Melinda took a backward step and watched her breasts quiver behind the curling ends of her honey-blonde hair. She lifted the silken strands over her shoulders and admired her milky mounds which were large and had perfectly erect pink nipples.
When he was passionately aroused, Harry used to rhapsodize over her breasts. Titties, he had called them. Melinda thought that was terribly vulgar. Still, the word had always given her a little thrill, as had the other dirty terms Harry had used.
Melinda cupped her breasts and squeezed gently. Warmth spread through her. Her loins tingled.
She turned and glanced over her shoulder to examine the firm, perfect hemispheres of her bottom-silken and white in contrast to the golden tan of her thighs and back. Imprints of her panty elastics slanted upward across her lush buttocks.
The sound of the water running into the tub told Melinda that her bath was ready. She stepped over and bent to turn the water off. She tested the water with her hand and found its temperature just right.
After glancing again at the unlocked door and fighting off a fear that the evil preacher might walk in on her while she was bathing, Melinda stepped into the tub and settled down. She bathed luxuriously and wasn't disturbed.
Again Melinda met no one in the hall as she returned to her room. Since her door was as unlockable as that of the John, she wedged the back of a chair under the doorknob before preparing for bed. Later, as she lay in the dark, she heard voices through the wall and realized that the preacher and his wife occupied the adjacent bedroom. Melinda managed to block out the sound and soon fell asleep.
In the morning she awakened refreshed. The events of the preceding day had receded in her mind, and she was filled with enthusiasm over the start of her teaching career. She thought about what an exciting challenge it was going to be.
Studying herself in the dresser mirror as she combed her hair, Melinda recalled what Preacher Perkins had said about her make-up. But she decided she wouldn't quit wearing eye shadow, mascara and lipstick just because the local people didn't approve. The same went for miniskirts. Since her smoothly tanned legs didn't require any cover, Melinda again rejected pantyhose in favor of cool minibriefs.
At breakfast she met Reverend Perkins's wife, Sarah, a short, heavyset woman who belied the saying that plump persons were jolly. Sarah was stiffly formal in her conversation with Melinda and hardly more cordial to her own husband. Their seventeen-year-old son, Matt, rounded out the family. A strapping youth with long dark hair and brown eyes, he silently watched Melinda across the table as he ate his grits and fresh strawberries. Melinda didn't care much for the breakfast, but she was too famished to turn down any food.
Reverend Perkins was civil, talking at length about the community and lauding the virtues of the people who lived there. Melinda responded only when necessary. She didn't want to worsen her relations with the preacher, but she also wished to let him know that all wasn't forgiven.
Immediately after breakfast, Melinda left for school, carrying her teacher's manual from college and the data which the county superintendent had sent her. It was a beautiful morning, not yet too warm. The air was fresh, and the sky gloriously clear. Melinda felt happy to be alive.
An odd assortment of cars, trucks and wagons was parked next to the schoolhouse, but no one was around. Melinda assumed the vehicles had brought children to school, but she wondered why they were parked there. And why weren't the children playing outside? School wasn't due to convene for ten minutes.
Melinda tried the schoolhouse door and found it unlocked, as expected. She entered the building and stopped short.
The room was packed with people, all of whom fell silent. Melinda stared at the rows of old-fashioned desks with attached seats, occupied by children ranging in age from six years to fifteen or older, judging by the looks of some of them. Along the sides of the room, next to the windows and clean blackboards, stood about twenty men. They regarded Melinda solemnly.
She felt a wave of embarrassment when she recognized several men from the crowd that had met the bus. They watched the preacher strip my skirt off, she thought. They saw me in my panties!
Of all the nerve! These men have no business here. They just came to stare at me and think nasty thoughts.
Cheeks burning, Melinda strode to her desk and put down her books and papers. She forced herself to scan the lines of men in blue jeans and overalls, a frown marring her normally cream-smooth complexion. Ed Tackett was among the crowd, but this morning he was clean and neatly groomed, wearing a light-weight jacket and jeans. Melinda was forced to admit he wasn't bad looking with the stubble removed from his face. He smiled at her, but she ignored him.
"First we will take the roll, children," Melinda announced as she sat down at her desk and opened her roll book. "Then I will assign seats. My name is Miss Johnson. I'll try to learn all your names as quickly as I can."
Melinda continued to feel uncomfortable as she read off the students' names from her list and noted their responses. The men who lined the room became restless, exchanging whispered comments.
They're talking about me, Melinda thought, probably wondering if my bra is padded or whether I'm a virgin. I'll bet some of them are telling the others what they saw under my dress yesterday.
She was about to interrupt the roll call and ask the men to be quiet when the black-bearded fellow nearest the door nudged the man next to him, and they left the room. After a moment, a third man followed. Melinda was relieved, assuming the men wouldn't be back. But in a little while all three returned. Then two others left.
This is too much! Melinda thought. They're going outside so they can talk more freely. They must be saying all sorts of filthy things about me. I'm going to put a stop to it!
"Excuse me, children," she said crisply, and walked to the door.
Outside the men were leaning against the schoolhouse, sipping from pocket flasks. This wasn't what Melinda had expected, but in its way it was just as shocking as if they had been discussing her breasts.
"Shame on you!" she exclaimed. "The school is no place for that."
"Sorry, ma'am," one said. He was a gangly fellow with pockmarks on his face. "We figured it was all right to take a little drink, long as we came out here."
"Well, it isn't all right," Melinda declared angrily. "Now get away from the schoolhouse."
"Come on, Tad," his friend said. He was red-haired and round-bellied. "It appears as if the new teacher don't cotton to us."
They sauntered away, and Melinda returned to the classroom. The men inside were talking, but they hushed as soon as they saw her. Melinda was grateful that the children, at least, were well behaved. They all sat silently, watching her.
She resumed reading the roll, but the men continued to take turns leaving and re-entering the room by two's and three's. Melinda proceeded to the seating assignments, but her thoughts were on the men. She couldn't believe they were stepping outside merely to sip liquor. She knew they were talking about her--speculating on what sort of lay she would be, lewdly visualizing her in a horizontal position with her legs spread. Finally the tension overcame her, and she leaped up.
"All right, there'll be no more leaving the room without permission!" Melinda exclaimed, her cheeks glowing from anger and embarrassment. "I think you men made an excellent decision in coming here today. It's obvious that you need schooling even more than your children. You big boys," she continued, pointing at the teen-agers who occupied the large seats at the rear of the room, "move in with some of the smaller children. I want your fathers to take your seats. Hurry up!" She clapped her hands for action.
The men stared at her in silence, and the big boys hesitated to comply.
"Do as I say!" Melinda demanded sharply, her blue eyes snapping with indignation.
The teen-agers began to get up, some smirking. They slid onto the bench-style seats occupied by their younger classmates. The men, taken aback by the young teacher's unexpected arrogance, shuffled nervously. Ed watched Melinda with faint amusement.
He's the lewdest of the lot, she thought. To him a woman is good for only one thing-to satisfy his primitive lust.
"I'm waiting," Melinda said, glaring at the men. "As soon as you pupils are seated, we'll go to work on our ABC's. You men will be the first to recite."
This was too much for the proud countryfolk. They began to file silently from the room, staring solemnly at Melinda as they passed.
"What's the matter?" she taunted. "Are you afraid of some education? Goodness knows, you need it--the lot of you!"
None of the men replied. When the last one had left, shutting the door behind him, Melinda felt proud of herself and immensely relieved. She believed she had solved the first problem of her fledgling career.
"All right now, students," Melinda said, her enthusiasm for teaching having been restored, "you may resume the seats I assigned you."
"What does that mean, teacher?" asked a grinning boy who was nearly six feet tall and built like a wrestler. He had a fleshy face, buck teeth, and an unruly shock of black hair.
Another boy laughed raucously. The pigtailed young girl with whom the first youth was sitting giggled.
"What's your name?" Melinda asked the boy who had spoken.
"Jasper Banes, ma'am." He continued grinning insolently.
"Well, Jasper, I don't want any more outbursts. What I meant was, you may have your seat back."
"But, teacher, I got my seat," Jasper said, slapping himself on the rump as he stood.
"Your ass, you mean!" the boy next to him said loudly from behind his hand.
A gale of laughter swept the room. Vexed and reddening, Melinda tapped her desk for order.
"We'll have no more of this!" she proclaimed. "All of you return to your assigned seats so we can settle down to work."
The older boys got up and jostled one another as they headed back toward their assigned places. Jasper and another youth of about the same age, fifteen or sixteen, grappled in an aisle. The young children cheered and egged them on. A spitball flew across the room, striking the blackboard with a splat.
'Teacher, Johnny pulled my hair!" a young girl cried.
"I did no such fuckin' thing!" replied the yellow-haired boy who sat behind her. He was about ten years old.
This set off a new gale of laughter.
Melinda was horrified.
"Children! Children!" she screamed. "Stop it this minute!"
The bedlam increased, younger children rising to join in the tugging and pushing match which Jasper and his friend had started. Soon boys and girls were running around the room, throwing erasers at one another. They dodged in and out of the cloakroom, giggling and shouting. The little girl with pigtails opened the door and ran out, shrieking as Johnny pursued her with a spitball ready to fly.
"Good Lord!" Melinda cried, helpless to know how to deal with the sudden riot.
Taking advantage of their teacher's indecisiveness, more children streaked outside. Melinda followed, yelling at them, but they seemed not to hear her as they chased one another around the main building and in and out of the outhouses, slamming the wooden doors.
Melinda stood stock-still and closed her eyes, her fists clenched in frustration. Finally she turned and walked back into the schoolhouse. The room was deserted except for a small boy with neatly combed hair who sat at a front desk calmly drawing a picture. Melinda sank into her chair, defeated.
"Billy, you nasty . . . ooh . . . ooooh!"
Melinda rose quickly when the female cry emanated from the cloakroom. She hurried to the open doorway.
At the rear of the large closet, a tousle-haired youth had backed a blonde girl into a corner. She was taller than he, though both appeared to be about thirteen years old. The girl's pink panties were looped about one ankle, and her legs were spread. The boy was holding her skirt up around her waist as he ground his hips against her. Horrorstricken, Melinda realized they were screwing.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "Oh, my God!"
Melinda rushed forward, intending to grasp the youth and pull him away from the girl. But when she moved up beside them and glimpsed the boy's turgid penis ramming rhythmically upward into the young girl's downy nest, Melinda grew weak. The youth- looked at her and grinned. The girl's face was blank, eyes wide and mouth open, as the boy rammed his rigid prong into her.
The sheer savage lust of the spectacle overcame Melinda. Particularly shocking was the fact that the intercourse was being performed in the schoolhouse and by a couple barely into their teens, in open defiance of every principle of morality and decorum. Fiery lightning bolts struck Melinda's loins, and her knees trembled.
"Ooh, Billy . . . Billy ..." the blonde teen-ager babbled, and she began to pump her hips back and forward against her young lover's fucking thrusts.
Billy bent his knees to give him greater ramming power. He jackhammered his straight dick into the girl's frothing channel. Her buttocks slapped noisily against the wall, sending tremors through the old building.
But these were nothing compared to the tremors going through Melinda as she watched. The act was terribly wrong, and Melinda knew she should stop it, but she was too mesmerized to do anything. Her eyes were like saucers, and her lush lower lip hung as she stared at the trunk of Billy's slick upthrust pecker, pumping through the fly of his jeans as it pounded into the young girl's oily crevice.
He'll knock her up! Melinda thought suddenly. And in the schoolhouse! I'll be responsible.
This fear overcame Melinda's shocked fascination with the blatantly sinful act, and she tugged at Billy's arm, screaming for him to stop.
He was stronger than she, despite his young age, but Melinda managed to haul him off balance.
Billy stumbled backward, his prick pulling out of his bewildered partner. The wet, gleaming organ jerked spastically, its head red and swollen. Suddenly Billy's cock erupted, sending a spurt of thick whitish fluid arcing into the air. Melinda dodged just in time to avoid the gob of semen, which sailed past her and splattered against the cloakroom wall.
"Shit . . . oooh, shit!" Billy whined, his body arching as he clenched his fists and screwed up his face. His twitching prick kept shooting seminal bullets harmlessly into the air until his testicles were dry.
The young girl leaned against the wall, breathing hard. She had let her cotton skirt drop to conceal her pussy and thighs, but her panties remained on the floor encircling her ankle.
Melinda's cheeks glowed, and her loins had turned into an inferno. Warm juice dribbled onto the crotch of her panties.
"Man, look at that!" an adolescent male voice exclaimed from the doorway.
Jasper stood there grinning. Several students crowded behind him, squirming to get a better view.
"What did you do, teacher?" Jasper asked. "Jerk Billy off?"
"Shut up, you bastard!" Billy said, and stuffed his partially softened penis back into his clothes.
"Oh, you are filthy!" Melinda cried, looking from one to the other as she quivered with emotion. "All of you! You're the filthiest, nastiest boys I ever knew! I'm going to tell all your parents just how you've been behaving."
The threat sobered the students. Also they were tired after their intense rough-and-tumble. They walked to their seats as more children trouped into the schoolhouse. Soon all the seats were occupied.
Melinda sat at her desk and stared at the unruly class who looked back at her sheepishly. Melinda was flustered, her cheeks pink and her hair slightly disarrayed. Her panties were embarrassingly damp against the burning lips of her vulva.
She managed to complete the seating assignments, separating the children into groups which corresponded to their grade levels. Then she passed out books and assigned work to the various grades. The children were disorderly from time to time-the big boys, especially, making rude comments and engaging in horseplay-but there was no repetition of the chaotic outburst which earlier had swept the entire class.
Melinda remained upset, her mind only half-focused on her work. She kept visualizing the lewd activity in the cloakroom--Billy's young cock stroking into the fluff-encircled slit of his girl friend whose name, Melinda discovered, was May Williamson. Melinda found it difficult to look directly at either May or Billy.
Jasper also made her nervous. Whenever she glanced his way, he seemed to be watching her with an odd expression on his pudgy face. The friend with whom he had been scuffling-a tall, long-haired lad named Luke Terwilliger sat across the aisle from him, and they exchanged whispered comments, grinning lewdly. Melinda believed they were talking about her, no doubt speculating about what actually had happened in the cloakroom.
As the noon hour approached, Melinda developed an uncomfortable need to urinate. But instead of taking a break and going to the girls' outdoor toilet, she waited until both hands of the old-fashioned clock on the schoolroom wall pointed straight up. She dismissed the class for lunch and hurried home.
In the street she passed a middle-aged woman in a sunbonnet. Their eyes met, and Melinda smiled. The other woman looked quickly away.
Nobody in this town likes me, Melinda thought, and felt a wave of loneliness. But she was determined to continue doing her best, in spite of all the difficulties she faced.
She hurried into the house. Reverend Perkins was seated at a desk in the living room. In shirtsleeves, his collar open, he was poring over a huge Bible and making notes, apparently for his next sermon.
"Hello, my dear," he said, smiling and rising to his feet.
"Reverend Perkins," Melinda acknowledged crisply, and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
It troubled her that Mrs. Perkins and Matt didn't seem to be around. But Melinda's need to urinate was so intense that she entered the John, closed the unlockable door, and quickly squatted over the toilet.
She stared at the door while she peed. She wiped herself and was just pulling up her flowered white briefs when the door opened. Perkins leered at her.
Melinda gasped and let her skirt drop. "Get out of here!" she demanded.
"How charming!" Perkins said, and laughed. He entered the bathroom.
Melinda struck at him, but he caught her arm in midflight. He looped a long arm around her slender waist and pulled her against him. She smelled the liquor on his breath, mingled with the sour odor of his perspiration. He was the most repulsive man she had ever known.
"Let me go!" Melinda cried. "I'm going to tell your wii. . . "
Perkins caught her mouth open, and his hard lips ground against her soft ones. His wet tongue lolled obscenely into her mouth. Moaning in her throat and struggling desperately, Melinda was unable to escape the arms that encircled her like iron bands. She couldn't even bite Perkins's tongue because the extreme pressure he was exerting against her lips held her mouth open.
As saliva dribbled off Perkins's long tongue and ran down Melinda's throat, he lifted the back of her miniskirt and placed his hand directly across the seat of her silken panties. He lasciviously shimmied her ass in its sheer confinement, and she felt his penis harden against her belly.
Melinda was furious, all the more so because her body was responding to the evil man's touch. Her senses swirled.
Finally Perkins released her and backed up, evidently to avoid an anticipated blow. But Melinda didn't strike at him. She stood limp and shaken, her mouth open and her cheeks burning.
"Flush the toilet, my dear," Perkins said with a smirk. He turned and left the room.
Humiliated, Melinda struck the lever on the commode, causing the water to gush. She stood panting, staring at the open door. She made up her mind to tell Mrs. Perkins that evening everything that had happened. Melinda didn't see how the preacher could make things any worse for her in Horner's Hollow than they already were.
Still livid with anger, she washed her hands quickly, then went to the kitchen to prepare her lunch. Perkins apparently had gone to his room. Finding cold cuts in the refrigerator, Melinda made a sandwich and ate it with a glass of milk. She watched the doorway, but Perkins didn't reappear. Gradually her nerves settled.
She blamed herself for responding sexually to the preacher's lewd assault, and guilt mingled with her anger. What am I, she thought, some slut who can be stimulated by even the most disgusting man ? She refused to believe this, but her body had behaved in a traitorous way, nearly leading her to degradation three times in the last two days. She would have to be more alert, she decided.
Melinda refused to admit that she needed a man--one who would satisfy her as Harry had been unable to do. During their short engagement, he had awakened her sensuous nature but hadn't made her fully aware of it or given her a satisfactory release. Consequently she had remained at a peak of sexual stimulation, taut and expectant, and she unknowingly had conveyed this attitude to every man she met, while failing to recognize her own true needs.
During the afternoon Melinda continued to have trouble with her class. Jasper and Luke kept eyeing her and whispering back and forth. She was immensely relieved when the school day finally ended.
After discharging the class at 3:30, Melinda remained at her desk to plan her routine for the following day. She would have to put the children to work quickly, she decided. She believed this would avoid a repetition of the trouble which had broken out that morning, provided the fathers of the students didn't show up to bedevil her. Melinda blamed them for getting her off to a bad start with the class.
At 3:40 the door opened. To Melinda's surprise, Jasper entered the room, followed by Luke. The latter closed the door behind him.
Melinda assumed the boys had come to make amends for their disorderly conduct, and she was in a mood to forgive them.
Jasper grinned as he approached her desk. "Working kind of late, ain't you, teacher?"
Melinda smiled benignly. "It would sound better, Jasper, if you were to call me Miss Johnson. And please don't say ain't. It isn't a real word, you know."
The hulking youth glanced quickly at his slender, sharp-eyed friend. Luke moved around to the opposite side of Melinda's desk.
A sudden apprehension skittered along the young teacher's nerves. She stood. "Well, I believe I've done enough for today. Would you boys like to help me clean the blackboards? Then we can leave."
"Fuck the blackboards," Jasper said.
Melinda looked at him and her lower lip quivered. "Get out of this room!" she demanded hotly. She glanced at Luke. "Both of you!"
"Not yet, Miss Johnson," Luke drawled. His dark eyes glinted.
Jasper pushed against Melinda, and a shock traveled through her. She gasped and tried to get away from the youths, but they grabbed her by the arms.
"You was having some fun with Billy in the cloakroom today," Jasper accused. "If fun's what you want, me and Luke can give it to you."
"That's right, Sweet Tits," Luke said, and grasped one of Melinda's breasts.
A new shock wave rocked her, accompanied by throat-clutching fear. Melinda opened her mouth to scream, and Jasper clamped a thick, dirty hand across it. Sidling quickly behind her, he ran a strong arm around her waist, pinning her arms against her sides. Melinda's brain whirled as she felt herself being dragged backward, her heels scraping the bare floor.
Jasper growled at his friend, "Get under her dress. Pull her pants off."
A white-hot flash enveloped Melinda's mind. Her body throbbed. She tried to scream, but Jasper's foul-tasting hand muffled the sound. She couldn't bite him because his hand was pressed too tightly against her mouth.
As Jasper held Melinda around the middle, tilted backward so she couldn't kick without falling, Luke grasped her short skirt at both sides and lifted it waist high. Melinda was humiliated as the filthy boy stared at the crotch of her panties, which clung snugly to her plushy slit.
She felt as if she were sinking into a slimy ooze with nothing to save her. She moaned against Jasper's hand and tried to struggle, but all she could do was rock to and fro. She felt Luke's lascivious hands grasping at the top of her bikini briefs. He began pulling the small silken garment down.
No! Melinda thought. Oh, God, no! They can't do this to me! I won't let them!
But she realized there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She was totally incapacitated by the position in which Jasper held her, and Luke was free to do anything he liked.
The lanky youth drew Melinda's panties away from her pubic mound and the lathering lips of her vulva. Cool air touched her between the legs, and she knew Luke was staring at her bare cunt.
"Shit, she's blonde as a haystack!" Luke lewdly exclaimed. "You was wrong, Jasper. You said she bleached her hair."
"Lots of city girls do," Jasper said. "How the fuck would I know? Hurry up and pull her pants off."
No. . . no. . . no! Melinda kept thinking. But her blood raced with something other than fear. She was becoming strongly aroused, and this shamed her.
Luke lifted one of her lovely legs, pulled off her shoe, then one side of her briefs. He placed her bare foot on the floor and lifted the other leg. Both shoes were gone, then her undergarment.
Melinda felt dreadfully vulnerable as the air caressed her moist vulva. Her legs were braced well apart, giving Luke a perfect view of her golden-fringed slit. A hump stood at the front of his overalls.
"Goddamn, Jasper, she's pretty!" Luke said huskily, worming his finger between Melinda's honey-slick cunt lips. She sucked in her breath as a tremendous thrill slammed through her.
"I'm going to put her on her back," Jasper announced. "Then you get around here and hold her. Keep her arms down and keep your hand over her mouth, understand?"
"Let me screw her first," Luke pleaded. "I got a hard-on."
"What do you think I've got, stupid?" Jasper shot back. "Anyhow, this was my idea."
"I'm still afraid," Luke said, withdrawing his finger from Melinda's pussy. "What if she tells on us?"
"She won't. She's hot for cock. And she knows we'll hurt her bad if she says anything. I'm going to lay her down."
Hot for cock--so that's what they think of me! Melinda thought dizzily. But it isn't true. It isn't!
Her back brushed Jasper's erection as the husky youth lowered her to the floor. She jammed her hot thighs together. Jasper kept his hand over her mouth and dropped to his knees beside her. Luke scrambled around next to her head. The peak in the front of his overalls was awesome, and it pointed directly at Melinda. She tried not to look at it but couldn't help herself. She moaned and writhed.
"Ready to put your hand on her mouth?" Jasper asked his friend.
"I guess so," Luke said, obviously unhappy about having to watch Jasper take her first.
Melinda screamed as Jasper removed his hand from her face. But Luke slid his hand over her lips so quickly that little of the sound escaped. Melinda had no hope that the scream was heard outside.
While Luke held her firmly against the floor, his vile hand bruising her mouth, Jasper knelt next to her thighs. He grinned lustfully as his eyes moved over the smooth, tapering columns and the blonde hairs that curled out from between their tops. Melinda kept her legs firmly together. The insides of her thighs were damp. Her vagina tingled crazily.
Jasper unbuttoned the front of his lust-expanded jeans. Melinda had twisted her head so she could watch him. Her eyes were wide. Her nerves tightened as the youth reached into his pants. No, no! she thought. But her body sang.
Jasper's fist came out of his fly, clutching a meaty cock that would have done a man of thirty proud. Though Melinda's records gave Jasper's age as sixteen, to all intents and purposes he was fully grown. He released his organ and it stuck up, big and hard. The skin had pulled back from its rosy, thick head, and a drop of clear lubricant glistened at the tip of his dong.
Melinda feared she would faint. But her heart was beating too wildly and her blood pumping too rapidly to permit that.
"Open them thighs, baby," Jasper husked, and grasped them from underneath.
He wrenched Melinda's legs apart with ease. The air kissed Melinda's unfurled cunt as Jasper's eyes did the same. The combination produced greater heat rather than coolness.
"She's sure wet," Jasper said, and chuckled lewdly.
Melinda knew she was dribbling like mad. God, I'm so wicked! she thought. Still she kept trying to convince herself that she didn't want Jasper to fuck her. A strange dichotomy racked Melinda's mind and body.
The bulky youth settled himself between her legs, which he held firmly to prevent her from kicking. His prick nodded tautly as he moved. Melinda tried to scream against Luke's hand, but to no avail.
Jasper fell forward atop her. She smelled the strong odor of his sweat. The end of his prick touched her between the cunt lips.
GOD! OH, GOD! her mind shrieked.
The schoolhouse door opened, and a man yelled, "You bastards, let her go!"
Jasper pushed backward without having penetrated Melinda's vagina. Luke released her. Head swimming, Melinda stared up at Ed Tackett, who stood looking down at her while Luke and Jasper scrambled to the opposite side of the room. Jasper struggled with his clothes.
"Are you all right?" Ed asked.
Melinda closed her eyes and began to sob. She placed her hands on her burning pussy.
"Get the hell out of here!" Ed raged at the cowering youths. "Try this again and I'll throw you both in jail!"
Ed knelt beside Melinda and lifted her head and shoulders, cradling her in his arms. "It's all right now," he said gently. "They won't dare touch you again."
The youths lit out of the schoolhouse like scolded dogs, leaving Melinda and Ed alone. She didn't know how she felt. Relieved? No. Frustrated? Maybe. Her mind was in a state of angry, sick confusion.
Melinda's panties were within Ed's reach, and he picked up the puff of soft nylon. He handed it to her. She continued to shield her vulva with her other hand, but Ed had gotten a good look at it when he had entered the room. Even now, some of her golden hairs curled into view around her small hand. Ed's penis stirred in his clothes, and he glanced away.
"Are you able to get dressed now?" he asked Melinda.
"Y-yes."
"I'll look the other way."
He turned his back, and Melinda sat up. Of all people to walk in, she thought, him!
She wondered what had brought him back and why he had been at school that morning. Did he have a child in her class?
Melinda quickly put on her panties, then her shoes. She stood on wobbly legs. She lifted a hand to her forehead.
"All right?" Ed asked solicitously as he faced her.
"My head's still spinning."
"I don't doubt it."
"Thank you for. . . coming in when you did."
"I was just doing my job."
Melinda stared at him, puzzled.
Ed grinned. "I'm the deputy sheriff in these parts. It's only a part-time job, though," he added quickly. "I've got a piece of farmland a couple of miles east of here. Yesterday I was coming back from a stakeout up in the hills. I helped round up some poachers."
So that explained why he was so grimy yesterday, Melinda thought. She still wondered about his presence at the school that morning. But there was something else of more immediate concern to her.
"If you're the deputy sheriff," she said, "I want you to arrest those boys who tried to rape me."
Ed shook his head. "They're just kids. Anyway, you got off on the wrong foot with them this morning."
She bristled. "Are you saying what happened was my fault?"
"For a teacher, you acted pretty dumb." Ed tempered the criticism with a smile.
"Oh, you're as bad as the rest of them!" Melinda exploded. "All the men in this town are drunken, rude animals. You saw how they crowded the classroom, ogling me and whispering nasty things. You were with them."
She turned toward the door, but Ed grasped her arm. A tingle went through her.
"Hold up a minute," Ed said. "We men were here this morning to prevent just the kind of thing that happened with Jasper and Luke. And to prevent a ruckus like you had after we left. The folks living around here told me about it. That's why I came back just now, to wise you up."
Melinda stared at him, trying to comprehend.
"The fathers came to school to let their kids know they were supposed to behave," Ed continued. "It was the men's way of showing their children that you had their backing. I came along because the kids know I'm a deputy. I figured that would lend a little extra weight. But you ruined the whole thing when you ridiculed us and drove us out. That hurt you in the kids' eyes. Lady, you were asking for it...."
"But. . . but how was I to know that's what you men had in mind?"
"You could have given us the benefit of the doubt, instead of going off half-cocked and figuring we were up to mischief. The folks who live around here are a law-abiding, God-fearing lot. Most of them, at any rate. Of course, the kids are rough and ready--especially the big ones like Jasper and Luke. They've been going to school since they were six, and they haven't learned much of anything yet. But they won't bother you again. They're smart enough to know I'll bust them if they do."
"Ooh, Ed!" Melinda exclaimed, suddenly mortified by her own stupidity. She sagged against the strong, good-looking man. "What am I going to do?"
Ed put his arms around her comfortingly. "You're going to do your best, and I'll help you."
Melinda's vibrant softness aroused Ed, and he thought of how she had looked a little while ago, spread out on the floor with her thighs wide open. He couldn't resist running his hand down her back and across her taut, shivery buttocks. She looked up at him, about to protest, but he sealed his mouth to hers. His tongue surged between her lips and drove deeply into her mouth, twisting and stroking.
Once more Melinda responded erotically and again she became alarmed, angry with herself and with the man who had mounted this latest assault upon her decency. She twisted in Ed's arms, beating at him until he was forced to stop kissing her and let her go.
As he stepped back, there was a hump at the front of his trousers. But Melinda didn't notice it. She was too full of rage.
"Don't ever do that again!" she said spitefully. "Just because you saved me a little while ago doesn't give you the right to take liberties. You're as filthy as the rest of the men in this town!"
Ed's features tightened. His eyes turned hard. "Okay, Miss High and Mighty, have it your way. I was fixing to hang around and help you out for a while, but I've got a paper to serve back in the hills and it appears as though I might as well get to it. Paddle your own little boat. I'll see you in a couple of days."
He turned and strode from the schoolhouse.
Melinda stared after him, and her heart sank. She realized that she had treated Ed too harshly for her own good. Without him, she was really alone.