Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2023 11:40:48 -0400 From: Gene Moser Subject: Perry and Mel(inda). Bisexual, Adult/Youth Perry and Mel(inda) by Larry Marian So, Perry Jones is not my real name. My current location is towards the top of one of the very expensive rooms at a well known international air port. I'm here for about three months, maybe four. If you want to know - well, maybe three agents will appear, and I won't be there ay longer. If you think I'm in a suite - two bedrooms, living room, stocked with beer,, spirits, etc, as well as a 48 bottle wine fridge, not to mention the snacks and nibbles which may stretch your imagination, not to mention the kitchen. But don't worry. You don't want to know why I am here or where I will go. I may move tomorrow at 0345 to be ready at 0459, and I'd better be there. So one late afternoon, I went to one of the airport bars - an expensive bar like all bars in an international airport - to have a draft beer - a "Dunkle" as a German Gasthause would say. As I sat there a young woman showed up to sit on a stool as the bartender drew a Pilsner to slide to her. My eyes rolled, I guessed. She wore reddish blond hair, worn in a bun, followed by clothes of simple jeans and an open shirt. She took a pull from the Pilsner as she smiled at the bartender. I totally lost my cool to say to both the bartender and the girl, "Should this girl have a 16 ounce beer here now?" "It's okay. Some strange public laws here. Mel never has more than one," the bartender said, probably Irish. "It's okay. My dad owns about one quarter of this hotel. One beer a night or he flogs me," She grimaced. "Hard." What I do is not my job, but I caught either child porn or parental flogging, What might it be? I turned to her to show one of my badges, "Sorry, but if you need help, let me get some for you," I paused for at least a minute, She smiled a young girl child smile, like opening up her first piece of jewelry worth more than a five pounds. "Thanks. Maybe you can. "You seem nice. Never been sexually abused or stuff like that. But other stuff, --- not so good," she said quietly with a smile. "Look, kid. I have a couple kids with their mom." I smiled at her. "If you need real help, I have a real card for you. I promise," At that, I gave her my card - not real - but useful. She smiled at me. So did I. "Thanks. If you hang around here, I'm Perry." "I'm Mel - or Melinda. Most here call me `Mel." "Well, thanks, Mel," I said. "Call me `Perry," as I spoke. The young girl left me with a sort of twisted smile as she hopped off her stool as she finished her Pils. I waved "Good night," Her response was "Schlaf gut." Her accent was Bavarian. I shook my head. "Interesting," I said to the bartender, who gave a grin. "She can break all the rules because of her father, She just turned fourteen in the genius range. She has a full ride at a very expensive private school but is a nice kid," "Interesting," I said as I finished my dark beer. For the rest of the week Mel appeared five minutes after I did. After her second appearance, we began to talk. Her range of conversation went from teen age jokes, to world politics, to making nuclear weapons that should be better. At the end of the week, she said to me, "Well, I'm off to my apartment. My folks are gone on a trip. Maybe we can continue this discussion there. You're welcome to have a beer or so if you'd like. There's a stocked wet bar in the living room." "So do you drink Scotch as well?" I asked with a grin on my face. Mel's face turned from friendly to terrified, it seemed. "Oh, no. My father would flog me if I had more than one beer at any bar. " "That's strange, Mel," I said. "That's the way it is," she said. "You are welcome to the wet bar, but only at the bar." "You must have one strict dad," I said. "And then some," Mel said sadly. "But it's okay. I'll be fine. After all, they won't be home until day after tomorrow." She smiled. The next day and evening was fine. The following day Mel phoned me and said she would be home soon and I might have to have a talk with my father as my mother was going to the den and reading. About eight that night Mel kocked on my door, then entered the apartment looking very sad, though she looked like she wanted to be cheerful. We took a hug or two and that was the first thing we did. As the hug parted, Mel put her arms on my shoulders to give me a strong hug, then kissed me hard, then began at once to push her tongue into my mouth. Through her tongue she moaned, "Perry, I love you, I hate my father, but I love you. " As she said that, she took one of my hands to place directly on her right breast. "Mel, you are a wonderful girl, but your hand on my breast is not a valid move," Just saying that made me feel both elated but uncomfortable - for her father. "Your hand on my breast makes me feel so much better. Please, let's go into my bedroom and then undress me." "I can't do that, Mel. You're a minor. I would probably go to jail, though I might get off with a warning." "Perry, you just don't know." Mel shook her head, still wearing her school uniform of pleated skirt and blouse. "You won't goto jail." Then she said, "Perry, look at what happened when he saw the 93 grade on my Calc test!" With that she turned around facing away from me, then lifted up her skirt, showing a frilly thong. Still holding her skirt up she took her hands to pull up the skirt, all the way to her knees, then pushed the sexy thong to her ankles as I saw the red marks on her teenage butt. She turned back around to use her feet to get the thong off her feet. "Perry, please. I can't take another beating." Then the girl began to cry - hard sobs that I just could not forget. To hell with child porn, I thought as I took the girl by my hand, turned us both around as I led her towards the bedroom. She opened the door which revealed a lamp over the headboard and the sheet and blanket already pulled back as though Mel had planned this. Then I returned her kiss, my tongue probing as I hadn't done since I was twenty. "My poor, poor Melinda. This will put your father in serious trouble." As I said that, Mel already had her blouse off. Around her back she found the hooks of her bra, which fluttered to the floor. So there I was, standing in front of a young forty something guy as she suddenly sank to the floor on her knees. "Mel, not a good idea," I said, "It's okay, Perry. I have to tell you, a seventeen year old senior taught me to suck dicks when I was eleven. I give a great blow job. That's what I'm gonna do." She smiled at me as she rapidly got my zipper, belt, and waist button loose, then his pants and boxers down to his ankles, as Mel looked at my hard, uncut six and a half inch mushroom shaped cock and whistled at my package. "Nice, Perry. Well, enjoy." With that I watched a sweet, talented, friendly teenage girl begin to absorb my cock into her mouth as she began to bob back and forth, a hand to cradle my balls. It took over a minute as my pressure built. "I hope this is what you think I do," Mel said as she briefly released my cock as she licked the slit at the top of my dick. Then she engulfed it again to suck me. I had to respond with a "I'm close, Mel. Close. You can spit it out." But I could tell she was going to take and swallow. The whole blow job lasted some two minutes before I shot a load I'd not for several years. Mel took that warm sperm to swallow three times before we separated, then I did what I had to do. I scooped her young body up in my arms to take to the bed to lie her down on her back. She smiled up at me, then spread her legs, opened her knees, then held out her arms as my cock grew hard again. "So how many boys have you given a great blow job to?" I asked. Mel gave me a kiss. "Well, first was the seventeen year old that my father hired to watch me. My father figured telling Simon to get me to suck him would keep me in line. Then George was Simon's thirteen year old brother. I was almost twelve then. So I sucked both of them. Well, Simon let two of his friends know, so soon I sucked Albert and Sidney. Albert was twelve and Conrad thirteen. Same deal with Charlie, fourteen and Gustaf, the exchange student, fifteen. "So a total of six boys, most of whom got between four and eight blow jobs each over two years. It would have been more except only Simon and George were available. For two years I sucked either Simon or George at least once a week." "Christ," I said. "And your dad caused all of this?" "Yes," Mel said. "But what I just did for you was out of love, Perry." With that she said, with tear drops in her eyes, "Love me, Perry. Please fuck me," she said. All I could do was to slide between her welcoming outer lips as I threaded my cock into her teen vagina. Her arms came around my shoulders as I felt the two of us as we humped. "Oh, God, Perry. Feels so good. Yes. And, yes, Perry, Mom got me on birth control six months ago. Yes. So good. Yes, your cock feels so good in me. Cum in me, darling. " All I could say was this sweet girl was giving herself to me - even if she had already given herself to some other high school senior or college freshman, which was the probable reaction as she'd told me how many boys she'd sucked. Then it was over. For some time we lay together, my cock still in her spread legs until we both rolled away. There I saw it - a dark red stain on the sheet where my teen girl friend had laid. "Mel...has your period started?" I asked with some concern. Mel gave a laugh. "No, love. If you want to say this in one way, you took my cherry. In another, you may think I'm a woman now." I took her in my arms to kiss her. "No longer a virgin now, Melinda?" I looked at this beautiful woman-child in awe and love. We kissed. "I've waited two weeks for you to take my virginity, Perry. I am so happy this finally happened." "I'ill have a friend take care of your father. I knew I should not say this, but I must say that your father must be punished." "My father, but not Mom. She's always protected me." "Good. Well, he will be punished." Mel smiled, "Arbeit macht Freiheit," she said. Poor kid to know what that meant, I thought. " Do you know the cowboy position?" Mel looked a bit confused. "I,... I heard it. It's not me lying down and you lying on top." "Nope. You get on your hands and knees while I get behind you to enter you in your vagina. I think you'll like it," So Mel did and I got between her legs to ease my rather large cock into her snatch, This took awhile but at last she said, "Perry. I feel about to cum in me. Please, shoot it in. Please." I did. For three days Mel went to school as normally she would. Each night she came to my room where we slept together and made love together as I showed her what two lovers could do. Of course I went to my job, while Mel went to school and made a remake of that 93 calculus test, which brought it up to a 98, the best in the class. Another week went by when Melinda met her mother in Melinda's apartment while I was there wearing nothing but a new clean pair of boxers, while Mel wore a thong and a see threw top. Her mom took some twenty minutes in the bedroom, then left after planting a kiss on my cheek. "Thanks," she said as she left. The local newspaper the next day heralded the sudden death of a major hotel figure, leaving behind a wife and a daughter. Despite the obituary, the service was quite small. Mel and I walked out together. We were headed for New Brunswick and a new start for both of us. It turned out that Melinda learned spying quite well, Six years later the two of us married, Melinda already showing and attending a Ivy League while I went about my work. Please consider a donation to Nifty to keep this great series going.