Melanie hardly knew what to think when she awoke the next morning. Should she be grateful for having been saved from a rape by Linc, thereby keeping her virginity intact? Or should she be-moan the fact that she had been led into a lesbian affair which, even more disturbingly, she had enjoyed?
Better to forget the whole thing, she decided, and try to get off to a fresh start with the Townsend's.
Linc was busy with campaign matters, and Bea was packing for their first electioneering trip, when Melanie got together with Scotty for' his morning lessons.
The youth seemed to take no interest in the material at all. Each time Melanie glanced up from her book, she caught him staring at her.
Finally she had to ask, "What is it? You've been day-dreaming ever since we started."
"I'm sorry," the boy murmured, and blushed.
"You know, Scotty, I think you need a girl!"
"Do I?"
"Yes, Melanie said. "And if you knew a nice girl that you could spend some time with this morning, I would excuse you from your lessons. You don't seem to be learning much anyway."
"I do know a girl I like," Scotty said, "but I guess she doesn't care anything about me."
"How do you know? Have you asked her?"
"I'd be afraid to," the lad replied. "She's a lot older than I am."
"Oh. Well, that could be dangerous-getting mixed up with an older woman, I mean."
"It wouldn't be dangerous if she knew how to treat a young person, I guess. If she was somebody like a… teacher."
Melanie blinked. A little throbbing started, deep inside her.
"You don't mean… " Her voice faltered.
"Yes," Scotty said. "I mean you!"
He blushed furiously and got up, rushing from the room. Melanie just sat and stared after him.
In a moment, the door opened, and Bea appeared.
"What got into Scotty? I happened to be walking along the hall when he ran out of here like a pup with a scalded tail."
"Oh." Melanie looked away, and her own cheeks took on a rosy hue. "He, uh, had the notion somehow that he likes me. I mean, in a sexual way. He'll get over it, I guess."
"You're remarkable, do you know that?" Bea said warmly as she moved up next to Melanie's chair. "You walked into this house, and everyone fell for you. I've been thinking a lot about last night. It was wonderful!"
Bea tried to slip an arm around the younger woman, but Melanie leaped to her feet and away.
"We're never going to do anything like that again!" she said. "It wouldn't have happened last night except Linc had scared me. He was going to rape me when you burst into the room and stopped him, so I guess I was grateful… and weak, after all that had happened." She raised her blonde head higher. "But I never want to do it anymore!"
"We'll see about that," Bea replied. "But I won't press the issue now. I'm much too busy packing." She turned and started for the door, then stopped and looked wisely at Melanie. "About last night, there was a simple way you could have stopped Linc. Lots of smart girls use it who want to stay virgins."
"What way is that?" Melanie asked.
"You could have sucked Linc off."
"What?"
"Certainly," Bea said. "He loves to have his cock sucked. And once you got it in your mouth, you could have kept working on it until he spurted. He wouldn't have been able to hurt you then… for awhile, at least. You could have gotten away."
Melanie just stared at the other woman.
"Well, it's something to think about if anything like that ever happens again."
With a smile, Bea was gone.
Melanie stood, all aquiver inside as she stared at the closed door.
Take Linc's cock… in my mouth? she thought. Could I?
That would be so nasty!
But maybe not any nastier than kissing Bea's pussy, when you come right down to it, and I did that.
She paced, trying to decide if she had the nerve to resort to such a means of self-protection. She wondered how a cock would taste. Bea's pussy hadn't tasted bad, but, then, it had just been washed. Linc wouldn't stand by, Melanie felt sure, while she washed him up before sucking him.
Oh, what am I Thinking about? she wondered wildly. If I'm going to let Linc put big cock in my mouth, I might as well let him put it in my pussy! But, no! Then I wouldn't be a virgin any more. And I might even get pregnant. Maybe sucking a man's cock WOULD be better… if I find myself in a tight spot again.
Her mind abruptly turned to Scotty.
What if I were to suck his cock, she wondered naughtily, just to find out what it's like? He'd enjoy it, I bet! And I don't think he would tell his parents.
It was a measure of how far Melanie's morals had slipped, in just the two or three days, that she was thinking about seducing a child… and in such a perverted way! It was even more damning that she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Scotty would be a good one to experiment on, she decided, because if she got cold feet or found she couldn't tolerate it, he wouldn't dare force the issue.
That afternoon, during their class, the youth continued to act bashful and reticent. They sneaked glances at each other, and she concluded that he was a very attractive young boy-all the more so, because she felt she could control him. And there was no doubt in her mind that he was strongly attracted to her. Hadn't he come right out and admitted it that morning?
Melanie got up and moved around to his side of the table. She daringly stood very close to the 15-year-old, then bent and pressed a firm, pneumatic breast against the side of his head as she pointed out something on his paper.
Scotty reacted with a speed and audacity that surprised her, turning his head quickly so that the pliant mound of her breast rubbed across his cheek and he pressed his face between that mound and its twin. Melanie caught her breath.
Scotty grasped her to keep her from backing away. Once his hands had clasped her supple hips, he found that was a pleasure in itself, and he widened the range of his explorations, feeling the teacher's lush bottom and letting his hands stroke down her firm thighs. It was a very simple next step to pull her skirt up.
Scotty wouldn't have dared do all this, nor would he have dared declare his interest in her that morning, if it weren't for what he had secretly observed the night before. He had watched his mother making love on various occasions, with both men and women, which had so confused and troubled him that he had turned into himself and had become bashful. Watching Melanie with her had convinced him that she was available, however. And if she was available to his mother, why not also to him?
As he glided his hands up her stockings, to the tops of them and off onto smooth skin, Melanie thrilled. She had straightened up by that time, taken her breasts away from his face, but she didn't try to back away. Scotty refused to look up at her, but kept a determined expression on his blushing face as his daring caress reached the elastics of his teachers panties… then glided around the cheeky mounds of her buttocks and grasped hold.
Melanie squirmed, wiggling her panty clad bottom in the boy's impetuous hands. She felt bashful, as he did. Embarrassed and a little frightened, too. But she was determined to let his bold move continue because, in this way, the responsibility for what finally happened would be more his than hers. Or so she told herself.
Scott's fingertips crept up to the top elastic of her underpants, and he curled his fingers around the slender band, stretching it down. Slowly and excitedly with his young heart pounding in his throat, he pulled down his teacher's panties.
Melanie thrilled also, but she realized that the focus of their activity was on the wrong place her sexual apparatus instead of his. She backed up, twisting free, and her panty elastic snapped against the backs of her thighs. She felt very wanton with her pants at half-mast, wrapped around her stocking tops.
Scotty was confused and now more embarrassed than ever. He also seemed strongly aroused, judging by his facial expression.
Melanie had to find out just how aroused he was, and she daringly sank to her knees, next to his. She put her hand in his lap.
Oh, yes! she thought excitedly. He's aroused, all right! His cock is stiff as a beanpole!
Breathing hard and saying nothing-the lad was too tense and bashful to speak, also-Melanie clawed open his jeans, then wiggled a hand through his fly and into his stretchy underpants. She grasped his firm pecker and pulled it out.
His pink-headed pole stuck up, quivering, and she was surprised to find that it was larger than the chauffeur's, though it couldn't begin to compare to his dad's.
The first two penises which Melanie had seen had frightened her. But she was beginning to get used to them by that time, and, anyway, she felt she could control the one she was now clutching.
"Oooh, Scotty… " she cooed, "what a beautiful young cock you have!"
"Gosh!" he exclaimed. "Do you really like it, Miss Jones?"
"I adore it!" she replied, surprised at how daring she suddenly had become. "And to show you just how much… "
Giving in completely to her desire to gain experience-and to a real lascivious urge which had taken possession of her-the blonde teacher bored her head. Scotty gasped as she kissed the throbbing, quivering knob of his prick.
Melanie did some quivering, also. In fact, she was all aflutter inside!
The scent of the boy's dick was not offensive, she found-just faintly musky. She touched it with her tongue and found it didn't taste bad, either.
Young Scotty squirmed on his chair, but Melanie held his prick steady, her cool fingers wrapped snugly around its shank. She took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, then daringly opened her mouth and gulped the boy's glans.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" he rasped, thrilling to the tips of his toes as the pretty blonde teacher sucked his cock.
To Melanie, the experience was one of wonder, because it felt good-really good! -to have his young, throbbing manhood in her mouth. She tasted it more strongly now, but even that was rather pleasing. She liked the feel of his hard shaft between her lips, and she wanted to glide her mouth up and down on it while she sucked.
She did so, thrilling Scotty all the more. He began to bounce his bottom on the chair-seat, jabbing his prick into the teacher's face, and she feared she might gag for a moment. But she didn't. As she continued bobbing her head against his lustful lunges, she found she could plunge her lips to the very base of his adolescent organ, touching his zippered fly with them, while his cock-knob throbbed in the opening of her throat. She loved it!
Every sexual experience which she'd had so far had been a pleasure to her, but this one was the best of all. Cocksucking wasn't nasty, she discovered. It was wonderful! It satisfied something basic within her.
She stroked her mouth more rapidly up and down on the boy's dong, as if she couldn't get enough of his hot, young prick! She sucked voraciously.
Scotty gasped. He groaned. Suddenly he jerked, and Melanie felt his cockhead balloon pulsatingly against her gliding tongue.
His first spurt, thick and creamy, struck the back of her throat and spread over her tongue, as well. The strong, musky scent and taste made her panic, and she jerked her mouth off him.
The boy's next blast hit her in the face, splattering on her cute nose and down across her lips. The sight of that made him spurt some more, this shot looping past her as she dodged.
She had been forced to swallow the sperm which was in her throat, and she could only hope it wouldn't make her sick. The rest she let drool out between her lips and down her chin. She struggled to her feet, found a Kleenex, and wiped her face.
"Oooooh, Scotty!" she said, blushing. She was a bit hoarse.
"Gosh, I'm s-sorry, Miss Jones!" he said. "I didn't mean to do that!"
"It's all right, dear," she told him, realizing that it wasn't his fault.
Also, she had a problem which she hoped he could solve: Though she had trembled at the brink of orgasm when he had shot his stuff into her mouth, she hadn't actually come, and now she was nervously hung up. After having had two releases, she had learned she needed them. She needed one right now!
She didn't want Scotty to fuck her, however. Anyway, his penis had slumped back into his clothes and was in no condition to fuck anyone.
What Melanie needed, she felt she could get from Scotty's mouth. Mouths had satisfied her twice, already. They bad given her the only real satisfaction she'd ever had. So why not again… with this adorable young boy?
She lifted her skirt, showing him her pussy. Her silky blue pants remained wound around her thighs.
"Kiss me down there, darling!" she boldly requested as the youth remained seated on his chair.
"Oh gosh, Miss Jones, I hardly know if I want to!" he said.
"Doooo it!" she cried, clutching him at the back of the head with one hand while she continued to hold up her skirt with the other. She demandingly yanked him forward, mashing his mouth against her blonde fluff.
"Aaaaaw!" he said as she spread her legs as far as her half-lowered panties would permit, and she rotated her hips, grinding her hot slit against the boy's face.
Her clit received some stimulation, which set her flying again. But it didn't seem a favorable situation in which to get a release, with her panties keeping her from spreading really wide standing up.
"Pull my panties down!" she ordered the confused, humiliated youth.
He wasn't so put off that he wanted to leave, however, and he did as his teacher demanded, grasping the center of her silky briefs-which was damp, he discovered-and pushing the panties past her knees. Melanie got a leg out of them, and that was all she needed. She slid between the lad and the table, sitting on it and spreading her thighs as wide as she could.
He stared at her pussy, the first one he had seen close up, and it scared him a little. But it excited him more. The edges of her happy slit were pink and wet between the rows of blonde hairs that straggled silkily down each side.
She wiggled forward so that just the bulges of her buttocks perched on the table edge. This puckered her pussy open more, showing added appealing pinkness.
She grasped Scotty's head with both hands and pushed him down between her stocking-and garter-clad thighs.
"Lick me, darn you!" she whined when he didn't seem to know what to do. "Find my hard little bump! Get your tongue right innnn there!"
Scotty got his tongue in… and he licked her. He even found the tip of, her clit. She thrilled crazily, tossing her head from side to side and kicking her legs in the air as she held the youth's head deeply between her thighs.
She came, all but bouncing off the edge of the table, and she knew, that Scotty got a good taste of her gushing juices.
When she let him lift his head, he looked glassy-eyed.
Smiling contentedly now, she asked, "How did you like it?"
He was breathing hard, and he pawed at his mouth, wiping off her honey. "Well, when you sucked my cock, it was' great!" he said frankly. "I really dug that! But I don't know if I cared for the other."
"You'll get to like it!" she said confidently, and slid down onto his lap. She pressed his face against her clothed breasts.
"Miss Jones?" he asked, his voice somewhat muffled.
"What is it, dear?" she responded, happily rocking him to and fro against her.
"Can I suck your titties?" he asked.
She pushed him back and smiled down at him. "Of course you can!" she said, then added, "But not now. We'll save that for another time."
What had started as an experiment had become a genuine source of pleasure for Melanie. It was the safest source of pleasure around, she believed. Though it made her feel guilty, she nevertheless intended to tap it again.