Chapter 4
Melody barely concealed a long, deep sigh. She was impatient with Mr. Stone, or Harold, as he insisted she call him. He was so obviously drunk! And she wanted to be alone tonight of all nights. She had come close to understanding something about herself in her fight with Ralph that afternoon. It was as if she'd seen the key to a locked door, and then lost it!
More than anything, she wanted the time to carefully remember everything Ralph had said. Not to haunt him with his words later on, but to try to analyze if they could truly make it together as a couple. Moments after he had left, Melody had come close to packing a suitcase and leaving both Ralph and Heavenly Hills forever. But one couldn't throw away a marriage, or a teaching position, that easily. Oh, there was so much to think about! And here was her employer babbling on and continuously offering her champagne! He said he was celebrating his successful reorganization of the school, and Melody agreed that after all the work she had seen him accomplish, he deserved to celebrate. But why tonight? And why here with her?
"Mr. Stone, it's getting late. Don't you think...."
"Harold. Mr. Stone was my father. Call me Harold, Melody. Just a few more drinks left, and then I'll be on my merry way."
His words were slightly slurred and he had a silly grin etched on his face. Melody watched him aft the heavy magnum of champagne and wondered how he possibly hoped to finish that much wine.
"Whooooops!" Harold exclaimed as he spilled some of the wine on the table when he filled Melody's glass.
Melody jumped up and went to the kitchen. "Never mind," she called over her shoulder. "I'll bring a dishcloth." Melody stood by the cabinet in the kitchen and laughed silently when she realized that she was tipsy. It came as a surprise, because she had been seated all the time she sipped champagne with her employer. But now that she was up, it was obvious that she was definitely a little tipsy. Her vision blurred momentarily and she had a slight dizzy feeling as her balance came into question when she reached up to take a dishcloth from the rack. Well, maybe I needed this, she said to herself, returning to the room and blotting up the small amount of wine he had spilled. When she finished, she picked up her glass and drained it. Even if I have a hangover in the morning, she told herself as she watched him again refill her glass, there aren't any classes, and I can sleep as late as I want.
Melody flipped on the radio as she returned to the kitchen with the damp rag. Slow dance music immediately filled the room, and when she came into the living room again she met Harold Stone at the door.
"Les' dance," he said.
Melody certainly did not feel like dancing in her condition, but how could she refuse? Before she could say a word, she was in his arms and they were swaying to the music. Melody was surprised to find that Mr. Stone was a very good dancer, and that dancing with him was fun.
Harold's blood was pounding as he pulled Melody closer and felt her pointed tits dig into his chest as they danced slowly around the room. I mustn't rush it, he cautioned himself. Play it right and this gorgeous blonde is all mine.
Melody knew the minute she felt his body rub sensually against hers. Harold wants to lay me! Her body automatically stiffened and she felt him pull a fraction of an inch away. The horny old bastard, she thought, the minute Ralph leaves he's up here with his penis in his hand!
Her head spun as he whirled her about in a series of turns, and Melody told herself she would have to be careful. After all, he was her employer. And if she handled it poorly both she and Ralph might lose their jobs. She also had to remember that Harold was very drunk. He had arrived at her apartment that way and had been drinking champagne steadily ever since. He wasn't completely responsible for his acts. Melody doubted he'd even remember all of this the next day.
She probably wouldn't either, for that matter. Keep him drinking, she told herself, that's the safest thing. Maybe he'll pass out.
"How about some more champagne, or is the bottle empty?"
"Never empty, never empty," Harold said, weaving convincingly across to the table and lifting the bottle. His head was light, but he was far from drunk. Harold congratulated himself on his acting. He had her convinced he was blotto. "Here we are," he said gaily as he handed her a brimming glass of the sparkling champagne. As he poured himself another glass, Harold reminded himself to start taking it easy on the wine or he would ruin the whole thing.
They drank and danced and drank some more, laughing and relaxed as they clung to each other for support. Then Melody became dizzy and they sat next to each other on the couch. She held her face in her hands as she tried to stop her head from spinning, and Harold lightly placed his arm around her. Suddenly Melody became very sad and began to cry. Harold pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes.
"I ... I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I...." Melody couldn't finish her sentence because Harold's lips were pressed against her mouth and his tongue had inserted itself between her lips.
"Oh, please ... please don't...." she sobbed as he broke their kiss.
"Shhhh!" Harold said. "You're so beautiful I simply had to kiss you. And what harm will it do if we enjoy ourselves?" Boldly, he placed his hand on her right breast and began caressing her nipple. Before she could protest, his lips were once again pressed against hers. And as he kissed her, his other hand boldly moved up her leg. Flicking her skirt up, he slid his fingers along her smooth thigh. It was a slow, deliberate, teasing movement.
Melody wanted to fight him, to push him away, but his words echoed in her ears, "What harm could it do?" That, and what Ralph had said about her being frigid, caused Melody to relax a little. After all, what harm would it do? She and Ralph had laid dozens of people, so she wouldn't truly be being unfaithful to him. The fact that she didn't feel particularly attracted to Harold Stone didn't bother her. In her present mood, Melody knew that she wouldn't have felt attracted to anyone. Harold wanted her, and that meant something. It meant that she was still attractive to men.
Harold was beside himself. When his fingers reached her crotch, he realized she was wearing no panties. Just like he had trained young Mary! His ringers slid back and forth over the silky down covering the lips of her vagina and Harold thought his prick would break through the material of his slacks. He hadn't been laid since Mary left, and his balls ached with the load they were carrying.
He inserted his finger between her cuntal lips and his mouth fell open when he felt her long clitoris. It wasn't erect, but he had never felt one like this before! For a moment Harold worried about why her clitoris wasn't erect, but then he shrugged it off. After all, she wasn't fighting him. He rubbed her button while his fingers increased their tempo at her sharp nipple and his mouth nibbled at her sensuous lips.
Melody let him undress her slowly, lifting her body so he could remove her skirt and sweater, and kicking her shoes to the corners of the room with a giggle as he stood and quickly pulled his clothes off. She stared at his erect prick when it sprang free of his undershorts. Compared to her husband's "soul prober," it was short, but Melody knew that Harold's penis was average. It seemed a little thicker than most she had seen, and the heavy, throbbing veins which stood out along the sides fascinated her. She almost giggled when she asked herself if that was what they called a French Tickler.
Harold stood above her, feasting his hungry eyes on her naked body. Her tits were among the best he had seen, and he was amazed that they were still so firm at Melody's age. She wasn't old, but only the very young girls in Harold's experience had firm tits. His eyes moved along her flat tummy and caressed her luscious pubic mound. Harold had seen very few true blondes in his life, and the sight of Melody's golden curls covering the pale-pink slit between her creamy legs sent little chills rushing down his spine.
"Want me to pose for you?" Melody asked, wanting to bite her lip after the words had slipped out of her mouth. This was his seduction, and she had to be careful what she said and did or she'd ruin it for him.
"Would you?" Harold asked breathlessly. "I mean ... well, if you really want to. I mean, if you don't mind."
Melody smiled at his awkwardness and slowly stood up. She motioned Harold to the couch and had him stretch out on his back. Then she climbed up on the couch and stood over him, striking several coy, cover-girl poses, with her hands making a small effort to cover her breasts and crotch. She saw he was becoming impatient and she spread her feet apart so that she was straddling him, and then walked forward until he was looking straight up into her cunt. She cupped her breasts in her hands and teased him by making the nipples pop out. Then she turned around slowly so he had a full view of both her butt-cheeks and her crotch. There was no mistaking the effect this had on him. Melody watched his cock twitch and quiver, and smiled. She was a good judge of men.
Harold couldn't believe his good fortune as he stared up into the gorgeous blonde's cunt. He knew she was high, maybe even drunk, but this! Why, she was the answer to his prayers! And the view! Her legs were spread so that her beautiful thighs went at an angle to her blonde pubic mound, and the lips of her cunt were open so that he could see the soft pink flesh and the dark red circle that outlined the opening to her vagina.
Then, when she turned, Harold was almost beside himself with excitement, for now he could see her dark brown anus nestled between the white cheeks of her ass! Would she let him fuck her ass? He loved that! And, as he watched, Melody bent down so he could see her tits between her legs. Her lips spread even further apart and he was staring directly into her womb. She smiled at him, her face upside down between her legs, and reached out and took his thick-veined shaft in her hand.
Melody's balance was precarious at best in her present state, and the couch didn't help. She decided to drop to her knees, still straddling Harold's prone body, before she accidentally fell down. As she did, she leaned forward and let his rigid cock slip between her warm lips and into her hot mouth. Melody's head was spinning, but sucking cock was automatic to her and she started in on Harold's with her most exciting technique of holding it just inside her mouth while she used her hand to pump the shaft up and down.
Harold thought he would explode the minute she slipped it into her mouth, and he felt his blood pounding in his chest. He looked at her body squatting on his chest and reached out to place his hands around her narrow waist. Her skin was not as tight as Mary's had been, but it wasn't flabby or sagging.
Applying pressure to her waist, Harold managed to make her move back and sit on his face. Then, when they were in the perfect sixty-nine position, he began licking, kissing, nibbling and chewing with abandon.
Melody had given herself over completely to sucking cock. Her head was bobbing up and down over Harold's crotch like an oil rig out of control. She had one hand between his buttocks searching for his anus, while the other squeezed his testicles in a steady pumping motion. Her tongue butterflied the tiny hole at the tip of his swollen cock, flicking back and forth as she moved her mouth up and down the length of the shaft. Blood was rushing through the thick veins along his penis, and this somehow excited Melody. She felt it throb against her tongue, and race in circles around the thick shaft.
"Easy," Harold whispered as he withdrew his face from her crotch for a moment. "Easy! EASY! I'll come!!!! JESUS! Oh, OH! Damnnnnnnnnnn!"
A warm glow spread through Melody's body as thick, heavy cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, pulling the salty liquid into her stomach. He hasn't been laid in a while, she said to herself as his cock continued spurting into her hungry mouth. No wonder the poor guy was so horny!
Harold honestly believed his toenails were curling as his balls seemed to be pumping the very life out of his body. Even the soles of his feet tingled and his ears flushed as he continued draining into her fantastic mouth. He hadn't wanted to come so soon! Save it and make a real night of it, fuck her silly, but it had been so long and his boiling point was just too low. And what a mouth! Whoever had taught her to suck cock was a Picasso of sex! Never had he experienced a mouth like that!
"I'm sorry," he apologized as Melody gave his balls a final squeeze and sucked the last drop of honey from his drained cock. "You were just too good for me, and my control wasn't good enough."
"Why be sorry?" Melody asked, wondering what it was that sounded different about Mr. Stone's voice. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Of course! It was ... well, fabulous. But at my age, Melody, one time a night is often the limit. It's not desire, mind you, just a small matter of a hard-on. And after the way you drained me, I don't think anybody could get it up."
"Want to bet on that?"
"You'd lose, my dear."
"How about a hundred dollars a month? I win, you give us a raise. I lose, we take a cut," she said laughing.
Harold's success with the school made him reckless. "You have a bet," he chuckled.
Melody had made the offer playfully, yet a hundred dollars a month more meant a good deal to them. She only wished that she was perfectly sober. She stroked his cock absently as she thought about what she would do. Melody noticed that it stayed limp, but she was sure she could make him hard again. After all, there were no rules. She could do what she wanted, and Melody decided to use her knowledge of men and their desires to the fullest.
Pulling herself up from Harold's prone body, she climbed to the end of the couch and propped herself up against the arm so that Harold was staring straight at her. Some men reacted to seeing a girl play with herself, and Melody instinctively thought Harold Stone just might be one of these.
"You left me a little frustrated," she said with a wicked smile on her lips. "I hope you don't mind if I take care of myself before we go on."
"Of course not!" Harold said, unable to hide the interest in his voice. He remembered how he loved to watch Mary play with herself, particularly when she masturbated all the way to orgasm. "Just pretend I'm not here."
Melody cupped both breasts in her hands and began rolling her nipples between her fingers. She glanced at him as she worked her nipples to a semi-erectness, and was pleased to see his eyes were fixed on what she was doing. She deliberately lifted her knees and spread her legs so her cunt was in full view, then pretended to breathe faster as she played with her breasts. After a few moments, she began to squirm, giving the impression she was becoming aroused. She even managed a convincing moan and ran her tongue across her lips.
"I need something in my cunt," she sighed, hoping he reacted to the four-letter words. "Oh, God, I need something in my twat! Have you got a candle, a big, thick candle I can fuck myself with? Anything!"
Harold almost jumped when he rose from the couch. Watching her play with herself had placed him in something of a trance, and he rushed to the kitchen to find a candle. If they were only in his studio where he had all the special candles he'd used on little Mary to expand her young cunt to fit his cock! Searching through the drawers frantically, he finally located a large serving spoon with a thick wooden handle.
Melody relaxed while Harold rushed to the kitchen, then quickly resumed her act as she heard him returning. She almost laughed when she saw the serving spoon he was carrying, but she took it quickly in her hand and began inserting it into her vagina. She was dry and it hurt, but she was careful not to let Harold see that.
Harold quickly propped himself up on two pillows he pulled free from the back of the sofa, and fixed his gaze on the gorgeous young blonde playing with herself. As he watched, the smooth wooden handle of the spoon slowly disappeared into her cunt. Her face was rapt, a starry gaze blinking in her pale blue eyes, and her nostrils flared. God, she is hot! he said to himself. She was using both hands on the spoon now, riding it as she moaned and squirmed against the arm of the couch. Harold felt a stir in his loins, but he'd already completely forgotten about their bet.
Melody kept stealing glances at his crotch, watching to see the first reaction. She smiled to herself when she saw him squirm and his cock begin to quiver. She wished he would hurry. She hated what she was doing, and the spoon handle actually hurt. Then she saw his cock spring to life, and Melody knew it was time.
"Oooohhhh," she groaned, "this isn't enough. I need a cock, a good hard cock, to satisfy me. God, I wish Ralph was here!" Melody was certain this would have its effect. No man could fail to react when his masculinity was in question, even subtly. She groaned again, watching Harold carefully.
Harold couldn't stand it. He pictured himself a knight in shining armor coming to the rescue of a fair damsel crying for help. And his lance would serve him in this combat. It was long and hard now, ready to do service. He reached forward and pulled on Melody's arm, bringing the spoon handle from her vagina with a slurping noise.
"You don't need that, or Ralph," he said. "I can take care of you."
Melody felt a glow of satisfaction sweep through her body as she let him pull her body down on the couch. She'd won, and it had been so easy. Men were like putty in her hands, and Melody felt so superior in her triumph. Then, when Harold pulled her thighs apart and positioned himself between her legs with his rigid prick poised at the entrance to her vagina, Melody suddenly realized the price she would have to pay for her victory. She didn't want him to fuck her. Melody never truly cared for fucking, and her cunt was already sore from the handle of the spoon.
"No, please. Not now," she said. "I don't want it now. We'll just call the bet off and forget it. Please!"
"Don't be coy with me," Harold said, holding his prick pressed against her cunt and rubbing it as hard as he could. "You won and I'll keep my bargain. You've got your raise, but I'm going to get my part by fucking you to death!"
"No, please, Mr. Stone. You don't understand. I don't like to fuck. Honestly. Please, no. NO! OOWWWWWWW!"
Harold ignored her and placed the head of his swollen cock in the entrance to her vagina, then shoved forward as hard as he could. It ripped into her with the force of his hips and Harold was pleased to find that she had a relatively tight cunt. Not as good as Mary's tiny shaft, but not all stretched out of shape by babies.
Melody was filled with both pain and revulsion as she felt his penis ram into her tender body. She remembered her stepfather, and had to swallow to keep from gagging. If only she could become excited and enjoy it! But no matter how much she tried, it was always the same. And this time it was worse because she hated herself for the filthy games she had been playing with the man.
Forcing herself to think logically, Melody realized that the only way to end this was to make him reach his climax as quickly as possible. She ground her hips against the couch with a rhythm that countered the piston-like strokes he was thrusting into her belly. She even brought her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back, then rode him with all the fury she could muster.
Why doesn't he come? Melody couldn't understand it. He had been fucking her as hard as he could for what seemed like ages. Why didn't he come! Maybe he's waiting for me, she thought. Melody increased her tempo and began beating her hands against his back.
"OOOoooohhhhh!" she groaned. "I'm commmminggggg!"
Harold's blood pounded in his ears and he felt his balls swell as the gorgeous blonde beneath him began to squirm and moan. He had intended fucking her in the ass for his climax, but he was too excited to stop now. Pulling his body up on his knees, he began thrusting into her with all of his strength. His thick shaft flew in and out of her tight canal, his balls bounced against the cheeks of her ass, and he rubbed his hairy chest against her upright nipples.
When he exploded, Harold's asshole puckered and strained. This second climax was even more consuming than the first-if that was possible-and he felt a sensation of pain as he strained to shoot what fluid was left in his body into her womb. Her legs were locked around his waist and she ground against his crotch as he spurted the thick juice up inside her. Then he slowly withdrew and collapsed on the couch, panting for breath.
"You didn't come," he said accusingly, as he finally caught his breath and sat up to look at Melody.
"Too much, I guess," she sighed, wanting him to get dressed and go away and leave her alone.
"I'll bet you never make it fucking," Harold continued, getting up and searching for his pipe in his coat pocket.
"I do," she protested, "but it's late and I'm a little tight and pretty tired. That's all."
"Knock it off, Melody," Harold said a little more sharply than he would have liked. "Basically, you're a cold woman."
"Look, you've had your ashes hauled, now why not get your ass out of here?"
"Is that any way to talk to your boss, Melody?"
"I don't give a shit, just get dressed and haul ass. You've got a lot of nerve calling me a cold woman after the way I've drained your nuts!"
Harold lighted his pipe and puffed thoughtfully a moment before crossing to sit on the arm of the couch.
"Know what I think?" Harold said pensively.
"No, and I don't care!"
"I think you're gay and won't admit it."
"Gay!"
"Yeah, a Lesbian. Just like Mrs. Waller and my aunt."
"Mrs. Waller!" Melody said incredulously.
"Sure, she's a titty sucker and pussy lapper from way back. She and my aunt used to have lunch at the Y together all the time, and Mrs. Waller is going to sample some of the young gals this year. How about you, Melody? You want some of that action? I dig it myself. The young ones have pure bodies and tight little snatches."
"You ... you've ... fucked your students?" Melody couldn't believe her ears. It was like a nightmare and she was certain she would awake any moment.
"Of course. That's my thing, Melody. Each of us has his own thing. Want to sample some of the young cunts? They're fresh, soft white skin, pink slits covered with silky fuzz. Delicious."
"You're kidding! You have to be kidding!"
"No, Melody, I'm perfectly serious."
"You beast! You miserable beast!" Melody screamed. "Get out of my sight! Now! As soon as Ralph comes back, we'll leave your filthy school."
"Simmer down, Melody. Maybe you don't want to face the truth about yourself. That's okay by me. And if you don't like what I've told you, that's your business. But you and your husband have signed a contract. If you pull out now, I'll see you never work in a school again! Just think about what I've told you. Talk to Ralph. He's a reasonable man, he'll see my point."
"Get out of here! GET OUT OF HERE!" Melody screamed, sobbing and holding her face in her hands.
Harold Stone smiled, picked up his clothes and slowly dressed.
"You'll have your hundred-dollar raise," he said as he walked to the door. "You've earned that. And if things get tight, maybe we can have another little session together." His laugh cut through Melody like a knife, and she sprang to her feet and searched for something to throw at him. But it was too late. The door closed behind his evil laughter and Melody slumped to the couch in tears.