Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

"Take your fucking clothes off!" he snarled, and yanked her to her feet. "I'm going to screw you!"

What did a girl say to that? No? That would have been laughable!

Remind the next governor that he was breaking the law?

Run? They were in his house. Where could she go?

She stood and stared at Linc, her lower lip quivering. "P-please don't!"

"Oh, shit!" he said. "Don't bawl!"

"Than leave me alone!"

"That ass of yours-why's it so goddamned precious?"

He was power-mad, Melanie concluded. That was why he wanted to become governor. He was dangerous! He thought he could do anything he wanted… to anyone. Now she was it. Tomorrow it might be the whole state.

These thoughts flashed swiftly through her mind as she faced him, panting and desperately trying to think of a way out. Then the door opened, and Bea appeared.

"What are you dooo-ing to the girl?" she asked her husband. "I heard her screaming!"

"She's a goddamned cold-assed bitch!" he said, then told Melanie, "You're fired!"

"Good!" she exclaimed, immensely relieved that she hadn't been raped.

"Wait… wait!" Beatrice spoke up. She moved to Melanie's side. "Linc, you've had too much booze, you crazy bastard! Go to bed!"

"But I want something!" he whined, surprisingly showing a streak of little-boy petulance. "This is my night!"

"You've got a number," Bea said. "Call it. They'll send you a whore who'll love to screw the next governor!"

"How about you?"

"I've got to comfort this girl, if you don't want her walking out on us!"

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "I fired her!"

"Well, fuck yourself!" Bea retorted. "I'm hiring her back!"

"No!" Melanie said firmly. "I want to quit!"

"Shhh." Over her shoulder, Bea said, "Linc, you get out of here!"

The future governor obeyed.

Bea shut the door and smiled at Melanie. "Well… well… well," she said, trying to make light of it. "He's a sonofabitch when he gets loaded, isn't he?"

"He's mean and nasty!" Melanie sniffled. "He slapped me! And he pushed up my dress!"

"Is that all?"

"He licked my legs."

"Oh, yes. He's a leg-licker, all right… among other things."

"I just want to leave here!" Melanie pleaded.

"No, you don't!" Bea insisted. "Not really! After you have a nice warm bath and get some sleep, you'll feel better. Now take your clothes off and I'll start the tub."

Take her clothes off in front of Bea? That would be almost as bad as submitting to Beas' husband, Melanie thought.

"I'll, uh, start my own bath," she said.

"Okay. Then I'll help you undress." Bea moved up and began to fuss with Melanie's blouse. After all that she had been through, the innocent blonde felt too weak to protest. At least Bea couldn't penetrate her, she thought, and let the older woman take her blouse off.

"Oooh, nice tits!" Bea said as she ogled the pert, pink-nippled beauties sheathed in Melanie's see-through bra.

She stripped the girl's skirt down, and Melanie stepped out of it, revealing pink panties, garter straps and stockings. "You dress just like I do," Bea said. "Is that a coincidence or…?"

"Your husband asked me to wear a garter belt and stockings," Melanie replied wearily. "I don't know why I did it."

"I do. Because subconsciously you knew he would be after you."

"No! I don't want to have sex with him! You've got to believe me!"

"Sure," Bea replied sarcastically, and reached around to unhook her brassiere.

As the brunette pulled the bra forward, Melanie realized that things were going too far. She covered her erect, shapely breasts with her hands.

"Oooh, let me seeee them, darling!" Bea purred. "Pleeeeeeease!"

"Why?" Melanie asked plaintively. "I don't want to have sex with you, either, you know!" she added more sharply, and her blue eyes flashed.

"Just let me see your sweet titties… " Bea begged, and pried her hands away. Melanie blushed as her breasts were bared.

"Delightful!" Bea exclaimed. "Ooooh, yes, they are precious!"

"May I take my bath?" Melanie asked in a small, chagrined voice.

"Of course! Let's go in and start the tub."

Bea watched the pretty blonde move in front of her, her shapely breasts seeming to be spring mounted as they bobbed quiveringly up and down. Melanie's bottom twisted in her thin briefs, crescents of pale buttocks showing beneath the lace-scalloped elastics. Her thighs were full and creamy at their tops, contrasting lusciously with her expanded stockings.

Bea followed Melanie into the bathroom and eyed the blonde even more hotly as she bent to turn on the tub. Melanie's tits hung down and trembled. Her bottom stretched her briefs until they were drum-taut, her asscrack showing hazily through.

When she straightened up, the other woman put her hands on Melanie's waist and said, "Now, let's just slip your panties off… "

The frightened girl trembled as Bea pulled her stretchy, pale-pink pants down. Bea knelt behind her to take the panties off, and she remained kneeling, eyeing the young blonde's perfectly proportioned ass.

Ladies' asses were at their best when framed by garter straps and stocking tops, as Melanie's was right then, and Bea appreciated having such beauty displayed right n front of her face. She touched the girl's stocking-sheathed legs with a feathery caress which glided up across Melanie's stocking tops and along her taut garter straps. Noting the imprints which her panty elastics had made on her tender, plump buttocks, Bea leaned forward and licked on of the faint Lincs.

Melanie jumped. All this attention from another woman-the stripping and looking and the stroking, now the kissing-had made her nerves raw, as if they hadn't been jangled to begin with. She wanted to run, but it was too late. How could she race out of her room wearing only a garter belt and stockings? Especially with drunken and rapacious Linc lurking around?

It appeared more and more certain that she would have to submit to Bea in order to save herself from Bea's husband. But what would it be like to have another woman make love to her? And would she be expected to do anything in return?

Still squatting, Bea turned her around, and the bisexual brunette stared at the cloud of blonde fluff which clung to her mons. This, too, was made especially appealing by the framework of her garter belt and hose.

Bea stroked her creamy thighs, full and smooth above her stocking tops. She bent and nuzzled Melanie's sexual floss.

If the bathtub hadn't been fifing, Bea probably would have marched her appealing young conquest to the bed straight off. But she opened Melanie's garters and brushed her stockings down, picking them off her toes. Then she removed the blonde's garter belt.

Melanie was dismayed and anxious. Bea's nuzzling and stroking had stimulated, her; but it also had troubled her deeply, because she felt she shouldn't respond that way to another female. Bea stretched to turn off the water.

"Now in you go, darling," she said, rising to support Melanie by an arm as the latter stepped over the rim of the tub. The embarrassed blonde sank into the warm water, grateful to be granted at least a temporary respite from the other woman's troubling touch.

However, that wasn't to be. Melanie had no sooner sat down in the tub before Bea began to strip off her own clothes. And from the way she was smiling at Melanie, it was clear that she wasn't merely preparing for bed but intended to join the younger girl in the bath. Her breasts bobbed heavily as she peeled down her dark stockings. Her briefs and garter belt followed, after which she did indeed step into the tub and sit facing the blonde.

Bea spread her own legs along the outside of the other girl's thighs, and she grasped Melanie's knees, folding them up. This had the effect of opening both women's pussies, and, since the water was not yet clouded by soap, they could inspect each other's sexual equipment.