Chapter 8
To Melinda's pleased surprise, Preacher Perkins left her alone that night. He had visitors in the front room, discussing church activities. Melinda went to bed early, after carefully barricading her door. She slept well.
In the morning the preacher and his family went to church without inviting Melinda to accompany them. She wouldn't have accepted, anyway. Reverend Perkins's religion wasn't for her.
Ed didn't come around. Since there were no telephones in Horner's Hollow, he couldn't call. Alone in the preacher's living room, Melinda listened to the radio for a while. Then she returned to her bedroom to read.
The Perkins family returned. A little later, the preacher left the house alone. Melinda was relieved. But the afternoon dragged.
In the evening Perkins returned home half-soused. He quietly came to Melinda's room after dinner.
"My wife is becoming insistent," he said, watching Melinda closely. "She wants you to move out."
"I wish I could," Melinda snapped back.
"But there is no need for that, my dear." Perkins caressed her bare arm, making her shiver with revulsion. Her reaction caused him to stiffen. "Very well. If I must be blunt with you, I shall. Take off your clothes. I want to finish what we began the other night."
"Get out of this room," Melinda replied firmly, "or I'll scream for your wife."
Perkins stepped back, a look of surprise on his pinched face. "That would be very unwise. You would give me no choice but to evict you immediately."
"You can't throw me out without negotiating with the school district," Melinda said. "They're paying for my keep."
The preacher's thin lips twisted thoughtfully. Suddenly he smiled. "Why are you being so difficult, my child? I've told you what I have in mind about you accompanying me to Florida or California. We will live well. It won't be long before I will be ready to leave."
"I'm not interested in that," Melinda said flatly. "Now get out."
Her bravado worked. Muttering darkly about the sin of vanity, Perkins withdrew.
But Melinda knew he would keep trying to make her as long as they lived under the same roof. If only she could move in with Ed, she thought. That would be very pleasant-they could ball every morning and night-and it would stop the gossip about her being a Lesbian. But it would probably get her fired from her job, she realized. The conservative little school district wouldn't be apt to retain a teacher who was living in sin.
Melinda's thoughts were troubled as she lay in bed that night. She dreamed chaotically. The next morning, as she prepared for school, she hoped the day would bring a 'definite response from the townspeople on the filtration idea. Even if the response was negative, her mind would at least be more settled.
When Melinda arrived at the schoolhouse, she was surprised to see no children playing around the door. She walked in and faced an empty room.
The gossip about her had done its work, she concluded. The parents had elected to keep their children at home rather than expose them to the corrupt influence of a teacher who was queer.
But I'm not a Lesbian! Melinda wanted to shout from the schoolhouse door. I love Ed Tackett! There's nothing I enjoy more than fucking him!
She sat down at her desk and felt like crying.
If Ed weren't so noble and would brag to his friends about making her, she wouldn't have a problem, Melinda realized. But his fine character was one of the things she loved about him, and she wouldn't have changed that for the world.
While Melinda sat alone, pondering her situation, the door of the schoolhouse opened and a half dozen townsmen filed in, grim-lipped and silent. Their women followed. Melinda recognized the three who had visited her on Saturday.
Clara was the first to speak. She said, "We talked our men-folk into coming over to see your demonstration."
Melinda took heart and welcomed them. She walked to the table to set up the test.
But as the men gathered around, a white-haired old farmer remarked, "This short-skirted city gal ain't going to teach us nothing."
"Excepting maybe how she makes love to other girls," a snaggle-toothed man in faded overalls replied.
There was laughter, and Melinda's face turned red. Still she went doggedly ahead with the demonstration. The men watched and listened to Melinda's explanation, but they made frequent lewd remarks to one another, which obviously were intended mainly for her ears.
By the time the session was over, Melinda was more disheartened than ever. The men hadn't come to learn anything, she decided, but just to ridicule her.
They left, and Melinda sank into her chair. She cried.
That evening Ed picked her up, and they went for a drive in his truck. She told him of her experiences that day, even alluding to the gossip that was going around.
"I've heard the talk that you're a woman-lover," Ed admitted. "But that's plain foolish."
"Well, I can't take it any longer," Melinda said. "The children aren't coming to school, and the adults are making my life miserable. I'll never be accepted in Horner's Hollow. I may as well go back to Nashville and see if I can get a job as a substitute in the schools there."
"Then I'm going with you," Ed announced.
Melinda looked at him quickly. "Darling, that would be wonderful! But you can't. Your brother couldn't run the farm by himself."
"I'll put the place up for sale."
"No! I won't let you. You've put your whole life into that farm."
"You're more important to me than anything else, Melinda." Ed's tone of voice and the way he looked at her convinced her he meant what he was saying. "Without you, the farm wouldn't mean anything to me any more. I'll be able to find a job in the city, doing something. Leastwise, we'll be together."
"Oh, Ed ... "
He stopped the truck at a secluded spot. He had brought a blanket, which he spread in the back of the pickup. He helped Melinda up onto the improvised bed.
A full moon cast its pale light through the leafy filigree of the trees. Melinda snuggled into Ed's arms and thrilled to his caresses.
Anticipating their lovemaking, she hadn't worn a bra that night. She had nothing under her dress but a pair of filmy white panties.
Ed stroked and rolled her full breasts through her dress, then lowered the zipper at her back and let her luscious titties out. His cock was already hard, and Melinda stroked it through his pants.
Melinda was troubled by what he had said. She felt she couldn't let him sacrifice his interests in order to be with her. Yet she didn't want to be separated from him. She knew that would make her miserable.
As Ed's hands tenderly played with her tits, rubbing the satin-smooth flesh and twirling her erect, tingling nipples, passion overcame Melinda's negative thoughts. Her pussy was very wet, its hot lips plastered to the crotchband of her panties. She opened the buttons on Ed's fly and let out his prick.
She stroked his cock slowly and lovingly as they kissed. His lips nibbled and sucked at hers. His tongue circled her mouth, dipping in and out. Melinda caught Ed's tongue between her lips and sucked on it while her tantalizing fingers danced over the bare head of his penis. Her fingertip brushed the wet slit at his pecker's tip, then she enclosed the entire hot head in her cool palm and squeezed it as her fingertips explored the sensitive ridge behind his corona.
Ed dropped his mouth to her breasts and took long, thrilling sucks at her nipples, stretching the stems forward from her boobs and letting them snap gently, causing her tits to quiver.
"Darling, when you treat me like this, nothing seems wrong," Melinda said breathlessly. "I feel as if I can put up with anything else."
"Don't talk," Ed whispered, and stilled her lips with the warm, moist pressure of his mouth. His tongue moved around her teeth and stroked the slippery inner surfaces of her cheeks.
Ed's hand slid beneath Melinda's skirt. He fondled the smooth, firm slopes of her thighs. The pliant flesh was warm and dewy with excitement. His fingers crept to the saturated silken barrier of Melinda's panties, and he gently pinched her pussy through the thin, damp nylon, causing more viscous moisture to ooze out of her slit and wetting his fingers.
Melinda's tongue leaped in Ed's mouth, responding to the intimate stimulation he was giving her. She tugged at his rigid prick as if it were a handle. Ed began to pull down her panties.
Melinda writhed, her excitement reaching a feverish pitch. She lifted her lovely legs and bicycled them as Ed drew her pants off, then she let her thighs fall wide apart and lay back.
Ed bent over her, running his hand under her buttocks and seizing the smooth mounds that felt like firm foam rubber. He lifted Melinda's ass while leaning on his elbows, and he brought his mouth to her dribbling, plushy slit. His tongue and lips worked thoroughly over and through her steamy snatch, wiggling its pliant folds and sucking up her sweetness.
Melinda reached for Ed's cock, but it was too far away. Though she had a desire to return the love he was giving her, she had to content herself at the moment with just receiving. The passionate girl hooked her legs over Ed's shoulders and pressed her pussy crushingly against his mouth. His tongue danced in her wealth of softness, sending excitement kiting along her nerves. She grew hotter and hotter. Her sexual nectar flowed onto Ed's lapping tongue.
Finally Ed had to come up for air, gasping but grinning. His mouth and nose were wet.
"Let me, darling," Melinda said, her voice quivering with excitement as she reached for his cock.
Ed sat back and Melinda bowed her head toward his lap and the towering, thick column that bristled from the fly of his blue jeans. She took Ed's cockhead into her mouth, but that wasn't enough for her. She wanted to encompass as much of his manly organ as she could possibly hold.
Melinda's lips crawled suckingly downward on Ed's shaft, his fat glans gliding back on her velvety tongue. Her throat opened eagerly to accept the bulging, rubbery stopper, and Melinda's lips reached the edges of Ed's fly. Her nose was pressed against the coarse fabric of his jeans. She worked her tongue and throat and lips, massaging Ed's entire throbbing cock and bathing it in her saliva.
Melinda dug a hand into Ed's pants and cupped his hairy nuts, gently squeezing the thick skin of his contracted scrotum. She began to bob her head, pumping her mouth up and down on his dick in long, slow, steady strokes. Her teeth scraped him excitingly as her tongue glided and her lips wiggled and sucked.
For Ed the stimulation was intense, and he found himself approaching the point where he wouldn't be able to control his response if Melinda didn't stop fellating him. But she showed no sign of stopping.
She didn't want to stop. Having his cock in her mouth, thrusting deep into the opening of her throat, gave her a special satisfaction that was psychological as well as physical. It felt good to the nerve ends of her lips and tongue and the walls of her mouth and throat-but beyond that it gave her a sense of really possessing and pleasing this man she loved.
Ed caressed Melinda's bobbing head, working his fingers through her silken blonde hair.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, his voice rasping. "Oh, God, baby, don't stop! Ooh shit, don't. . . STOP!"
Melinda cocksucked him faster, plunging her mouth on his sweet prick with long, looping strokes. Her wet tongue swabbed the tender underside of his dong as her lips and teeth stroked rapidly back and forth across his ridged crown. She massaged his hot nuts.
Suddenly he bucked upward and released a harsh groan as his prickhead forged fully into Melinda's throat. She felt the meaty knob expand, then her throat was drenched by a flood of his thick, warm cream. His entire cock twitched, and he clutched Melinda's head harder. Ed groaned and shook, as his semen spurted down Melinda's gulping throat.
She caught the fever of his climax. The excitement of taking his ejaculation this way, feeling his slippery semen sliding down to her stomach, sent tremors through her body. But her orgasm was soft, due to the lack of direct stimulation to her private parts.
Still Melinda felt an almost spiritual satisfaction. She knew she had thrilled Ed, having received his seminal gift in a way that had truly demonstrated her appreciation of it.
After his spurting had ceased and the stiffness began to go out of his cock, Melinda slowly disgorged it, giving the head a final licking suck as it slid out of her mouth. Ed pulled her against him and gave her a long, searching kiss on the lips. He was demonstrating, she felt, that her swallowing of his cum had not been an act which he considered demeaning.
"Now I want to take care of you," he said huskily, and urged her to lie down.
Ed bent into the moist, musk-scented chasm of her thighs. First he gave her hot pussy a quick licking all over, inside and out, then he fastened his lips around her erect little clit and flogged the jewel-like tip with his tongue as he sucked. He added a fillip by inserting two fingers into her vagina. He stroked his fingers in and out of her cunt, moving them next to his face as he ardently sucked and licked her clitty.
Melinda quickly rose to a shattering climax which perfectly topped off her modest earlier orgasm. She tossed her head, her golden hair whipping against the blanket as she sobbed with ecstasy.
Ed kept sucking and licking her pussy until her tremors tapered off and a glorious satisfaction seeped through every cell of her body. Then he lifted his head.
"I love you, baby," he whispered.
She sighed gratefully. "Oh, Ed, I love you so much!"
They kissed.
Ed found Melinda's panties and helped her slide into them. He restored the top of her dress, then stuffed his well-kissed prick back into his clothes and buttoned his fly.
"I'll stay in Horner's Hollow a while longer," Melinda volunteered.
"I can't ask you to do that," Ed said. "You've had it plenty rough in the last week, and things don't look like they're going to get any better."
"I can put up with it as long as I have you," Melinda said. "After a while we'll work something out."
They climbed back into the front of the truck, and Ed drove slowly to the preacher's house. He reiterated his offer to put his farm up for sale, but Melinda insisted that he not do anything until they talked again. They made a date for the following night.
Depression settled over Melinda once more as she entered the house. But she was grateful, at least, that Perkins and his family had gone to bed.
Melinda wondered what she would do if the kids didn't show up for school in the morning. She forced the dismal thought from her mind and sought solace in sleep.