Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

Sam pulled his prick from her anus and whirled around. Duke rose to his knees, feeling for the opening of his jacket. But he thought better of reaching for his weapon, because the lad in the doorway was holding the gun which Duke earlier had knocked onto the floor… and he looked as if he might use it! Charlie just stared.

"Scotty-ooh, you darling!" Melanie cried. "Thank you for rescuing me!"

If it hadn't been for the bond which still encircled her wrists, the lad might have been confused as to whether she was being held prisoner or if she voluntarily had submitted to the sexual onslaught of the men.

"Untie her!" he yelled at Duke, and the hood quickly complied.

Melanie climbed gingerly from the bed, her asshole still smarting and feeling as it if had been stretched a mile. But Scotty's sudden appearance had made everything much better. She knew she would be all right.

She hurried to the boy's side. Her skirt had dropped to conceal her lower region, and she quickly pulled her blouse down over her tits.

"Wait!" she exclaimed, as they were about to leave. "The picture!"

She carefully stepped back toward the bed, and Charlie handed her the photo. Then she backed up next to Scotty.

"You leave first," he told her. "Phil's waiting in the car outside. I'll call the cops and turn these guys in."

"No!" Melanie said. "That will just cause your father more trouble. We've got the picture back. That's what matters."

"But these dirty bastards ought to be punished!" Scotty declared.

"Punished?" Melanie mused aloud.

If it hadn't been for the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to defecate which had come over her after Sam had pulled his penis out of her rear, she would never have thought of the particularly nasty punishment which now sprang to her mind.

"Have them all stretch out on their backs," she told Scotty.

"You heard her!" the 15-year-old barked, suddenly very confident.

The men stretched out on the bed.

"Now open your mouths!" Melanie demanded as she approached, a wicked glint in her eyes.

The men opened their mouths.

The pretty blonde climbed up onto the bed, raised her skirt, and squatted over Sam first. While Scotty watched, and the men stared up in helpless horror, she shitted on first one of them and then another, until she had covered the sputtering faces of all three with her soft, smelly feces, getting it all over their noses and into their mouths.

She jumped from the bed, picked up Sam's expensive silk shirt, and wiped her ass on it. Then she and Scotty ran from the room, leaving the three men vomiting over each other. Justice, she felt, had been served.

"Scotty, where have you been?" his distraught mother asked when he and Melanie arrived back at the Townsend hotel suite.

"Doing what Dad should have done," the youth said, and glanced sharply at his father. "He sent Miss Jones on a job that might have got her killed. When she didn't come right back, he should have gone after her."

"It's a good thing you did!" Melanie told the youth. "Those men had me tied up, and they were going to kill me!"

"How did you know where Melanie had gone, son?" his father inquired.

"I overheard you two talking last night."

Quick glances were exchanged by Linc and Melanie.

"I'm just glad everything worked out like it did," she said. "Scotty was very brave. He grabbed a gun belonging to one of the hoods, and he made them turn me loose. We got the picture, too." She handed it to Linc.

"Thank God!" Bea exclaimed.

Her husband studied the cocksucking photograph for a few moments, then tore it into little pieces.

"That was your last fling, Bea!" he said. "From now on, you're going to stay home all the time except when I'm with you."

She offered no protest.

"Where's Sam?" Linc asked no one in particular. "I want him to get us out of this town as soon as possible."

"You may never see Sam again," Melanie said. "He was directing those hoods."

Linc appeared shocked. "Are you sure?"

"He was there with them! That was why they were holding me prisoner-because I recognized him."

"And that's not all," Scotty added. "You should have seen the way Sam was treating her, the son of a bitch!"

"Scotty, don't use that kind of language," Bea spoke up.

"Aaw, knock it off, Mom!" the newly self-confident teenager replied. "Who are you to be telling me how to talk or act?"

Bea blinked but said nothing further. Linc moved up to Melanie. "What did Sam do to you?"

"He fucked me in the ass," she replied simply.

He stared at her, then a little twinkle came to his eyes. "Well, did you like it?"

"Yes and no," she admitted.

"You're an honest young woman," Linc observed.

"She's the only good person in this house!" Scotty said, and left the room.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes," Melanie said.

"Thanks for what you've done," Linc said, holding her hand. "I won't forget it."

She thought about that as she bathed, returned to her bedroom, and got dressed. Linc's gratitude might prove very valuable, she realized, ensuring her a good job in the state's executive mansion.

She would have been happier about it if she had really believed Linc belonged in the executive mansion.

She had just finished dressing when someone rapped at the door. She opened it and found Scotty there.

"Miss Jones, can I talk to you?" the youth asked.

"Of course, Scotty. Come in."

She shut the door behind him.

"I want you," he said simply. "I want you the way Dad had you last night. I've never fucked a woman, and I want you to be the first."

"All right," she said softly, and let him draw her into his arms.

He was much more mature, more sure of himself than before. His kiss immediately communicated his new confidence to Melanie. This was underscored by his hands moving over her body, boldly exploring her buttocks and thighs, then coming up between them to cup her titties as she stepped back and looked at him.

"Scotty, you're really growing up," she said.

"Yeah. Thanks to you… Melanie." He had never called her by her first name before.

She quickly removed her blouse and skirt, which left her in white minibriefs and a flimsy bra. She hadn't bothered with stockings.

Scotty undressed as: he looked at her, and she took her bra off. By the time he shucked his shorts away, his boyish cock was at stunning erection, sticking almost straight up, quivering with the force of his youthful ardor.

Melanie lay down on the bed, and Scotty stretched out beside her. She caressed his stiff prick with a feathery touch as he toured her body, taking nipple-stretching sucks at her titties… licking her tummy and thighs… then taking down her panties and diving into her patch of corn silk.

He swung atop her.

The young boy's spearing thrust into her cuntal softness brought a gasp of delight. Immediately her hips began to go, and she thrilled to the vigorous stroking of his super-hard, adolescent penis. Though he wasn't as big as Linc, his eagerness delighted her. She pounded her pussy against his thrusting cock.

The door opened, and Bea entered.

Both her son and Melanie looked her way, but neither stopped fucking.

Bea's eyes widened. All she could do was to stare as she watched her erstwhile baby boy, who had seemed so withdrawn and shy before Melanie had come to five in the household, screw the pretty teacher with all the confidence of a swaggering stud.

Bea got hot as she watched it. She suddenly saw her son in an altogether new light.

As far as he and Melanie were concerned, Bea's presence didn't inhibit them in the least. If anything, it gave them added stimulation.

Melanie clutched the youth with arms and legs, rapidly bumping her hips against his fast-fucking strokes. He rode her manfully, and when he came, he quivered all over, grinding his spitting prick deep into her twat which spasmed hotly around him, letting him know in no uncertain way that she was climaxing, also.