Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

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.

They were off on their first tour of the state-the Townsend's and Melanie, along with Linc's political retinue, who were becoming familiar to her.

First and foremost, there was his campaign manager, cigar-chewing Sam Christopher. Fat, loud-mouthed, and in his early fifties, Sam appeared to have two passions-eating well and pinching the bottoms of beautiful ladies.

Melanie got her ass pinched shortly after boarding the campaign plane. She was walking up the aisle, past Sam's seat, and she made the mistake of pausing there, wondering where she was going to sit. That was when Sam got to her-and not just on top of her skirt. He had the nerve to run his pudgy hand up the backs of her legs, past her stocking tops and along her bare thighs, making her jump before he even reached her bottom. But reach it he did, pinching her plump assflesh even through her stretched-thin, silken panties.

She shrieked, and everyone looked around.

Sam laughed.

"Hey, Linc!" he called to the candidate, who sat at the front of the plane. "You've got quite a girl here!"

"She isn't my girl," Linc replied dryly-he had been avoiding her ever since the night of the party. "She just teaches my kid."

"Well, she just taught me what a bottom oughta feel like… as if I didn't know." He gave Melanie a pat, on top of her dress this time, and accompanied it with a wink.

She detested him.

Another member of the group was Ted, the blonde young fellow who had pawed Bea's breasts in the kitchen. He handled press relations. He was friendly toward Melanie, and she liked him well enough. But men of that age particularly frightened her, and so she gave him no encouragement.

Linc's speechwriter was a bookish man in his thirties who wore glasses and had disheveled dark hair. His name was Lou. He treated Melanie as if she didn't exist, and that bothered her-not that she cared a fig for him.

Phil, the chauffeur, was on the plane, also, available to drive whatever car was provided at each stop. They would make a lot of stops, Melanie had been told, staying a day or two in each city and town while Linc consolidated his contacts and met, with prospective contributors. The speechmaking hadn't started yet, but there were press releases to be issued, and that was why Lou was along. He wrote them, and Ted passed them out, along with liberal servings of personality.