Chapter 6
Working late into the night, Melinda completed the demonstration model of her whiskey filtering device. Though she was very tired when she finally went to bed, sleep was slow in coming. She thought about Ed.
The troubled girl assured herself that she didn't want to see Ed again. But she couldn't understand why he was always on her mind. She wished he could be more like Harry, more gentlemanly and considerate.
No. Harry wasn't considerate, she recalled. Not really. Not when they were in bed. And he had never thrilled her as Ed had. The recollection of Ed's wonderful lovemaking still made Melinda's nerves tingle.
But it was wrong.
Ed would never be back, Melinda decided. She had hurt him too badly. That was just as well, she told herself. But her body longed for him, all the more because of her frustrating and disconcerting encounter with Lucy.
Melinda rolled and tossed. She didn't know what she wanted. Or if she did, she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
In the morning she took a contraceptive pill, merely as insurance against the possibility that she might be forced again. She refused to carry that thought any further.
Melinda toted the small-scale filter to school and set it up on a table in a corner of the room. Curious, the children clustered around. The usual mischievous outburst was forestalled when Melinda announced she was going to put on a show.
Using some alcohol to which she had added impurities to represent the lead derived from car radiators, Melinda explained as she poured the alcohol through the filter that she was simulating the process involved in filtering whiskey. The children watched attentively, because even the smallest among them knew about the whiskey poisoning which had claimed several men in the community--their fathers, brothers, or merely people they knew.
Melinda realized the children wouldn't understand the filtering process in detail. But she hoped they would tell their parents enough about the demonstration to stimulate their interest and get them to come around.
Chemically testing the filtered alcohol before the children's eyes, Melinda proved that the impurities had been eliminated.
"The same thing would happen to the lead in the whiskey that your fathers and brothers drink," Melinda told the students. "Then no one would get sick any more.
"All right, children," she concluded, "now we're going to put the demonstration away and get back to our regular work."
The remainder of the morning passed more smoothly than usual. In the afternoon the big boys started trouble, but it didn't bother Melinda very much because she felt she had something going for her. The weekend lay ahead; by Monday, she hoped, there would be some adult reaction to the filtration experiment.
After school, as Melinda was tidying up her desk, Ed appeared in the open doorway. Melinda felt an immediate surge of happiness, but she was careful not to show it.
Ed seemed ill at ease as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. "I heard about the little show you put on this morning," he said. "The word got around when the kids went home for lunch."
"I hope the lesson sinks in," Melinda replied coolly. "But I don't see why you would be interested."
Ed grinned. "Come on now. Don't you reckon we've carried this foolishness far enough?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Melinda sniffed, and turned her back to him. She tried to quiet the pounding of her heart.
Ed ogled her shapely ass. Melinda's miniskirt was so snug that it revealed the lines of her panty elastics, curving upward across the fullness of her buttocks.
Ed moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Melinda stiffened. She felt his relaxed, meaty penis pressing against the crack of her bottom. The contact set off a quaking sensation in the pit of her belly.
Melinda twisted out of Ed's embrace and whirled angrily. "Keep your dirty hands off me!" she demanded.
He blinked.
"Just because I didn't make trouble about what happened the other day," Melinda continued, "don't think you can ever get away with that again."
"But you liked it," Ed argued.
"I did not! It was filthy and wicked!" Melinda's blue eyes showered scorn on him. "And you're a rude, ignorant hillbilly who has no respect for women!"
It gave Melinda a heady feeling to talk to Ed this way. She knew it was dangerous. But the insulting rebuke seemed necessary in order to vindicate herself.
Ed's eyes flashed. "I respect women, right enough. But you're no woman-not in your mind, at any rate. You're a silly little girl who hasn't grown up yet. Well, baby, that's how I'm going to treat you until you start acting like a woman."
He grasped Melinda by the arms and pulled her headfirst across his lap as he dropped onto the straight chair beside her desk. Melinda was shocked, then humiliated as she realized what Ed was about to do. She shrieked and kicked, but he had no difficulty holding her firmly in place with one arm while he pulled up her skirt with his other hand.
Melinda's plump bottom quivered erotically in pink nylon panties. Staring at the exciting display, Ed lifted his hand and brought it down stingingly against her buttocks. A sound as sharp as a pistol crack echoed across the room, and Melinda's lush buttocks compressed beneath Ed's punishing palm. He lifted his hand quickly, and her ass cheeks wobbled.
He spanked her again, harder. Melinda yelped. Her bottom burned. Ed kept powering his hand against the seat of Melinda's silken pants until he could no longer tolerate even that flimsy cover, and he pulled her panties down. He spanked her bare ass, striking first one blushing cheek, then the other, then both together, making them dance wildly. The hurt intensified. Melinda wailed.
"Had enough?" Ed yelled hoarsely over the staccato spat! spat! spat! of the spanking. . "Yes!" Melinda cried, sobbing. "Ooh, God, yes!"
"Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say?"
"Yesss!"
Ed stopped spanking her and pulled her panties up. He flipped her skirt over her ass.
Melinda felt Ed's cock pressing hard against her belly. The heat which first flared in her bottom had since suffused her entire body.
"Stand up," Ed ordered.
Melinda stood and faced him tearfully. Her blonde hair was mussed, her mascara running.
Ed stood and said, "I want you to take my clothes off."
"Here ... in the schoolroom?" Melinda's meek voice quivered.
"Right here."
Melinda seemed to have no choice but to do as he said. She had been thoroughly chastened. Her hypocritical pride had been shattered in the fury of the last few minutes.
Working quickly and not looking at Ed's face, Melinda unbuttoned his work shirt and stripped it off his thick shoulders. He wore no undershirt. His chest was husky and covered by a blanket of curly brown hair. Melinda shivered with excitement as she looked at it. Her bottom continued to burn fiercely.
Melinda's hands dropped to the waistband of Ed's blue jeans. He wore a thick belt with a massive buckle which Melinda had difficulty opening. Ed gave her no help. Finally she succeeded in getting his belt open. She sniffled intermittently, fighting the urge to bawl like a baby. But she remained intent upon doing as Ed had commanded.
Unfastening the metal buttons on Ed's fly, Melinda's fingers brushed the hardness in his Jockey shorts. She pulled his pants down, and the stretchy fabric of his shorts bulged farther forward. She admired the size of Ed's prick, bent slightly by the constriction of his underwear. She noticed a wet spot in the fabric where the tip of his penis pressed.
Melinda dropped to her knees in front of the dominant man. Before she could remove his pants, she would have to take off his heavy boots. She unlaced them rapidly, then tugged as he lifted first one foot, then the other. She tossed the boots aside.
She tugged his snug pants down his hairy legs.
The bulge in his briefs bounded to and fro before Melinda's eyes as she removed the pantlegs from his feet.
Her heart thudded wildly. Her nerves tightened. She grasped the top of Ed's shorts, stretched the elastic waistband forward, and whisked the garment down. His large cock sprang forward and bobbed up and down before locking in a rigid upward tilt, pointing directly at Melinda's face. The foreskin had pulled partway back on Ed's glans, exposing the rosy, wet tip. Melinda stared at it.
"Pull my shorts all the way off," Ed ordered.
Melinda bent slightly to accomplish this, and as she worked the clingy garment down his calves and over his feet, his motions caused his heavy whang to smack the side of Melinda's face. She felt a perverse thrill.
She was gripped by an impulse so shocking that she wouldn't have dared consider it as recently as a few minutes ago. But now everything was different. Ed had subdued her prudish nature. She fleetingly recalled her observance of Preacher Perkins and his wife in their bedroom and her dalliance with Lucy, as unsatisfying as that had been. She wanted Ed's cock fully and completely, without the slightest puritanical reservation.
Melinda grasped the stalwart shaft, thrilling to its hardness. The velvety foreskin moved beneath her encircling fingers. She pressed toward the base of Ed's cock, carrying the foreskin all the way back, and causing the mushroom-shaped head of his dong to swell into full view. Ed's glans was very wide and rosy, with a firm ridge around it. The entire head was suffused with clear lubricant. Its fresh male aroma entered Melinda's nostrils, causing them to flare.
"Oh, I want it, I want it!" she heard herself say, and her brain went into a dizzying whirl as she bent her head, her mouth opening.
Ed was amazed and thrilled as Melinda's soft pink lips surrounded the end of his cock. The juicy tip of his organ touched her tongue. Her taste buds rioted. She breathed in his wild, hot scent.
Groaning voluptuously, the sound muffled by Ed's meaty stopper, Melinda glided her encircling mouth fully over his glans. Her lips contracted thrillingly behind the ridged crown. She felt Ed's fullness throbbing against her tongue, pushing upward against the roof of her mouth.
Melinda worked her lips and tongue, sucking Ed's prick eagerly, drinking down its musky juice. Every nerve in her body sang with delight. Groaning again, Melinda bobbed her head instinctively, taking Ed's fat cockhead into the tightness of her throat as she glided her caressing lips on his bone-hard shaft. Though her eyes watered, she had no urge to gag. Ed's cock felt and tasted too good to her.
He writhed uncontrollably as she mouth-fucked his magnificent organ. She'd had no idea this would be so good. She sucked greedily on Ed's meaty cockhead as her lips slurped noisily around its thick stem. Saliva drooled from Melinda's mouth and washed down onto Ed's nuts.
He had to stop her, lest his passion overflow and drench her throat with cum. Taking hold of the sides of her head, he lifted her off his upthrust prick. When Melinda's mouth let go of his pecker suckingly, the wet, red thing bobbed crazily up and down, trailing a string of her gleaming saliva.
He helped her to her feet, and they kissed, tongues churning. Ed tasted himself in her mouth.
Melinda was still fully dressed, and Ed began immediately to remove her clothes. He took off her blouse, then her brassiere. Her beautiful tits stuck roundly forward, their pale-pink nipples tilted up. Ed grasped a squeezable titty in each hand and kneaded them with thrilling effect. Melinda's cheeks were flushed. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting the marvelous magic of Ed's strong hands have its way with her. Her cunt had become a cauldron, its lips puffed with hot blood and flaring outward, its inner portion wet with desire.
His hands still surrounding her breasts, he directed first one thrusting nipple, then the other, to his moist, sucking lips. His tongue waggled back and forth across the firm titty crests.
Ed then unfastened her skirt and pulled it down, dropping to his knees as he did so. He took hold of the top of her panties and drew the delicate garment away from her exciting blonde curls. As he held her panties at her ankles and she stepped out of them, his eyes focused on the junction of her thighs and belly, where Melinda's soft pussy lips wiggled beneath the golden hairs that covered them.
He gently moved her legs apart. Running his hands slowly up and down the backs of her thighs and over the cheeks of her bottom, he bent forward and tilted his head to the side. He wrapped his moist, warm lips around a generous mouthful of Melinda's cunt hair and her puffy vaginal lips.
"Oooh!" she moaned, and pressed her hot pussy against Ed's loving mouth. She was in heaven. Gone was her moral objection to this marvelous form of lovemaking. It felt too good to be wrong.
Ed's maddening tongue fluttered along the oozing split of Melinda's vulva, then wormed its way between the lips and licked her hotly throbbing clitoris.
"I love that!" she heard herself exclaim. "Oh, darling, eat me all up!"
Ed raised his head and said hoarsely, "Sit on the edge of the desk and spread your legs. Let your pussy hang over the rim."
Pussy! Melinda liked to hear Ed call it that.
She followed his instructions. Her bottom hurt when she sat down, but she ignored the discomfort. It gave her a deliciously wanton feeling to sit nude with her legs wide open facing the empty seats of her students. As stimulated and utterly free as Melinda felt right then, she would hardly have minded if the seats had been occupied and the students staring at her.
Remaining on his knees, Ed stared at Melinda's blonde-fringed, rosy chasm, puckered by the pressure of the desk edge. Her soft grotto was awash with the moisture of her desire. Her tiny clit eagerly stretched toward him, its bald tip gleaming.
Ed stuck out his tongue and swiped a luscious, moist caress upward along her flaring cunt lips, across her clitoris, and over her hairy mound. Melinda's blonde curls became plastered to her burning flesh. Ed caught the outer edges of her pussy with his thumbs and stretched her snatch wide, exposing smooth, wet slabs of rosy flesh. He licked the entire inner surfaces of her large cunt lips, then concentrated on the lesser folds between, his tongue probing and gliding, fluttering and twisting, caressing Melinda's cute little clit and entering the deep, snug channel of her cunt.
She was wild with desire by then, and she swayed on the edge of the desk. To steady herself, she wrapped her legs around the back of Ed's head. He began a bobbing motion, fucking his tongue down across the tip of her clitoris and into her hole, its width stretching the elastic membranes of her orifice.
"Darling! Darling!" Melinda cried.
Her nerves tightened nearly to the breaking point, and if Ed had continued the devastating cunnilingus Melinda surely would have climaxed. But he stopped when she reached this high point of excitement. Ed unhooked her legs, let them down gently, and stood in front of her, his marvelous prick upraised.
"Oh, fuck me, darling, fuck me!" Melinda cried. It was the first time she had ever used the blunt erotic verb. It sounded exactly right to her ears.
Ed moved up to her. He had to tilt his rod down only slightly in order to insert the massive, slick cockhead into Melinda's even slicker, elastic cunt.
Ed pushed, and his rugged maleness surged all the way up Melinda's tight, hot channel, stretching its sides voluptuously and bringing his blunt-nosed pecker into pressing contact with her uterus. The force felt wonderful to Melinda. She knew nothing could hurt her now.
Rocking on the balls of his feet, swaying and twisting sensuously, Ed fucked his throbbing prick in and out of Melinda's clasping, slick vagina. She leaned forward, grasping him around the neck, and the angle produced an even stronger contact between his stroking penis and her clit. Looking down, Melinda watched Ed's slick shaft alternately come into view beyond her blonde curls, then sink out of sight as his coarse hair ground into her golden fluff. She felt his thickened, firm scrotum bumping the lower rim of her pussy. Ed's chest slapped her full, swaying tits.
Melinda writhed and moaned delightedly, "Ooh, Ed, darling . . . angel . .. fuck me .. . fuck me ... ooh, loverrr!"
"God, but. .. you're tight!" he gasped as he screwed her hard and steadily.
"Your cock's so . . . hard and fat!" Melinda exclaimed, glorying in the sensuous words. "Oh, I love it! Shove! Shove! Ooh, yesss! Oh, daar-linnng! Oooh! Ooooh! Oooooh!"
Ed's hands surrounded Melinda's quivering, shaking tits. He pulled first one, then the other, to his open mouth. He licked and sucked at her luscious nipples.
As Ed did his erotic dance between her thighs, his plunging prick seemed to come at her from several angles, blissfully hard as it surged deeply. Melinda had never thought fucking could feel so good. It was even better than the other night, because she was giving herself fully and freely, without the slightest moral reservation.
"I love you!" she exclaimed as Ed fucked her faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drove her pussy against him with equal speed.
"And I love . . . you!" Ed shouted, heaving his hips mightily forward. The semen burst from him to spurt vigorously into Melinda's quaking cunt.
Their orgasms blossomed in perfect unison, filling them both with quivering warmth as Melinda's rippling vagina milked Ed's twitching, spewing prick of all the jism his balls had held. Finally she fell limp against him, her legs sliding down his flanks. She felt completely fulfilled, and there was no taint of guilt this time. Melinda had never been so ecstatically happy.
Ed helped her get dressed, then she helped him, giving his damp cock a final kiss before concealing it in his Jockey briefs. He drew her to her feet and kissed her full on the mouth. Their tongues twisted and curled languorously.
As she and Ed left the schoolhouse hand in hand, Melinda wanted to shout to the whole town that she was in love. In the rush of her new-found happiness, she had temporarily forgotten Lucy's threat to ruin her reputation by saying she was a Lez. The future seemed bright and secure, with Ed at her side and the townsfolk giving her credit for solving the problem with their stills. Even Preacher Perkins's lewd propositioning wouldn't bother her any more.
She was in love, and it was real this time. Melinda knew it.