Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2017 20:40:00 -0500
From: steamgene@cox.net
Subject: After the Experiment # 22 Melinda's Wild Years: Ninth Grade  School Sex

		    Melinda's Wild Years - Ninth Grade
				School Sex
				    by
			       Larry Marian

Author's note.  This story is a development from the stories by rwxxx13with
the group title "Study bg3-17."  He has approved my continuation with his
characters as individuals.


	Melinda went into the girls' room and into a stall.  There she took
off her red flannel shirt, hung it on the hook on the back of the door,
removed her bra and stuffed it into her purse.  She then put the shirt back
on, leaving it loose outside her slacks and left the two top buttons
undone.
	Then she walked out the door and down the hall to her English class
and pushed the door open.  At his desk Mr. Jones, the new, young, good
looking English teacher sat grading some papers, his brief case open on his
slightly messy desk.
	"Oh, hello Melinda.  What may I do for you?"
	Melinda walked up to the front of the desk and bent over slightly.
She knew she had to work in quick stages.  Right now she knew he could see
the swelling of her boobs.  After all, she'd tried this in the bathroom at
home.
	"Oh, Mr. Jones.  I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need help.  You
know it's raining outside."
	"Well, actually, Melinda, without windows, I have no idea.  I've
been in this room the last three hours."  She bent over a bit more and his
eyes widened a bit.  Yep. Her boob tips weren't totally visible yet, but he
could easily see that she wore no bra.
	"It is.  And I have no raincoat or umbrella.  I can't get home in
this weather.  My brother George won't answer his phone and my folks won't
be be back from their trip until seven tonight.
	"You're my favorite teacher.  Could I get a ride home with you,
please?  She bent over just a bit more and his eyes really widened.  Many
boys did when they saw her unusual nipples, mere slightly lighter brown
sunk into her large chocolate areolas.
	"Uh, Melinda.  Perhaps you should not lean over so much.  Your
shirt is unbuttoned."
	"Oh.  I didn't notice. I..." Her hands went to her shirt, but the
third button came loose.  "OH. I'm so embarrassed!" she said, knowing full
well the young teacher got, not a glimpse, but a full, though quick view of
her breasts.  She stood back up, turned around, and buttoned up all three
buttons.  She turned back around.  "Is that better, Mr. Jones?"
	"Yes.  Yes, it is Melinda.  Well, I do feel sorry for you.  Look,
go sit in your desk, give me fifteen more minutes and I'll drive you
home. "
	"Oh, thank you, thank you, Mr. Jones."  She dashed around behind
his desk and threw her arms around him, giving his chest a good rub with
her now hidden right boob. She then went to her desk, pulled a library book
out of her bag and began reading.
	"Okay, Melinda.  I'm finished.  By the way, you got a 100 on the
quiz.  Good work. I'll get my jacket.  I'll get my car and meet you at the
front door.  Okay?"
	"Sounds great, Mr. Jones," she said as she returned the book to her
bag and got up.  They walked to the door, he opened it for her, then locked
it behind him and they walked to the front door where she stood inside and
he walked out and dashed to his car, one of just a few in the teachers'
parking lot.  As she waited she undid the top three buttons again.
	He got into a car and she smiled.  She'd sucked a boy or two off in
a car just like that. She might have to get down on the floor on her knees,
but she could do it.  He drove up, leaned over, and opened the door for
her.  She dashed out and made a great show of bending over while keeping
her head up.  His eyes and face showed he got an eye full of her fourteen
year old tits. She closed the door behind her.
	"Thanks again, Mr. Jones."  The car started up.  "I've heard you
are going through a divorce.  I don't see how any lady would divorce you,
Mr. Jones."  With that she put her hand on his thigh, just above the knee.
	"I am, Melinda.  But that's okay."
 "I'm sorry.  It must
be rough on you.  I mean you were married and now you .... well, I'm sorry.
But I know what you mean.  I'm having problems with my whole family.
Nobody there loves me any more!"  Her hand moved up just a bit.  She
glanced at his crotch. His dick had to be hard, looking at the bulge in his
pants.
	"Uh.  You need to tell me where you live, Melinda," he said.  She
watched his eyes go down to her boobs again.  No mention of the buttons.
	"Uh.  Do you think we could just maybe drive somewhere where I can
talk to you.  I mean, even my little eight year old sister won't talk to
me!"
	"Uh.  I don't know..."  His eyes glanced again at the exposed
breasts.  Bet the inie nipples got his attention.  They always did.
	"Oh, please. The vacant mall.  You could drive down one of those
loading docks and we could talk.  Nobody can see us - especially in this
weather."  Her hand went up just a bit more.
	"It seems important.  But shouldn't you talk to your guidance
counselor?"
	"You have to get an appointment and fill out a form and then sit
and wait.  And they talk about your age and puberty and boys and stuff.
She noticed that he turned towards the vacant mall.  `Back behind the old
Sears store is a loading dock - or so some of the girls tell me."
	"I guess some high school students would know that, Melinda."
	"You must be lonely.  Or maybe you have a girlfriend?"
	"No, Melinda.  I don't. Not yet.  Fortunately we didn't have a
child yet."
	"I guess that's good.  I have friends with divorced parents.  But
then mine are still married - but they just ignore me.  Not the boys or my
little sister.  Just me.  And I make good grades and don't get into
trouble.  I just like to wear good looking clothes but they didn't like
that in middle school.  So I wear these."  She turned in her seat to show
Mr. Jones the shirt - and her breasts, the nipples hardly covered.
	He turned quickly, the his eyes went back to the entrance to the
deserted mall as he drove directly to the vacant Sears and its below ground
level loading dock.  Melinda's hand crept up to his hard dick, right below
where the head would be.  Mr. Jones stopped with a jerk and her hand
bounced and landed on the pants covered dick.  "Uh." he said, but nothing
more. She moved her hand on the hard cock and it jerked as much as it could
inside his pants.
	"Thank you, Mr. Jones," she said.  She looked at him and licked her
lips.
	"Uh.  Yes. Uh, Melinda. Do you know what you are doing?"
	"I want you to be happy, Mr. Jones.  I know you're lonely.  No girl
friend.  I know I'm just a teen.  But, Mr. Jones, I want to make you happy.
And maybe you can make me happy."
	"Melinda.  This isn't possible.  And it's not legal. You're only
fourteen."
	"Mr. Jones.  I know you didn't grow up here.  This state is old
fashioned.  The age of consent here is thirteen." Her hand moved on his
cock again.  "Would you like to finish with my shirt, Mr. Jones?  I want
you to see them."
	"Uh..." Her hand rubbed his cock.  "Oh, shit.  This is crazy!" he
said as he reached forward to the still fastened buttons.  They came loose
easily and her shirt slipped off and fell to her waist.  She returned her
hand to his cock.  "God.  He whispered.  She took her other hand and placed
his hand on a boob.  "Oh," he whispered and his fingers went without his
thinking to the areola and the inside out nipple.
	"That's nice.  Mr. Jones.  You don't grab like some boys.  Let me
do something nice, Mr. Jones."  With that she slid out of her seat to the
floor, turning herself sideways.  "Put the seat back, please, Mr,Jones,"
she said softly as she worked his zipper down.  "I bet it's nice," she said
as she worked his belt buckle and he slid the seat back.
	"How long has it been, Mr. Jones?" she asked as she undid his waist
button.
	"Uh.. six months - nine months... a long time."
	"Do you like them?"
	"Uh... yes.. yes .  .. . But do you know how?"
	"Yes, Mr. Jones.  Raise up a bit, please."  Like a robot, he did,
and she drew his pants and boxers off at the same time revealing some very
hairy balls and a large cock, at least six inches, maybe more, nice and
thick, with a rounded bulbous head, wider than the shaft.  She saw the
precum seeping from the slit.  She smiled at him, took her finger, slid it
across the slit and brought it to her lips.  She smiled.
	"Oh, God.  This shouldn't be... Uh.." as her lips engulfed the head
just for a moment.  Then she released it, kissed the tip and ran her tongue
along the slit again.  She started down the shaft, kissing.
	"Oh shit.  Melinda.  I'm gonna cum. I'm.." as she instantly brought
her mouth back to it, and took it into her mouth just in time as his first
blast hit the back of her throat.
	She had to swallow twice before he finally stopped and flopped back
to the back of his seat.
	"Oh, God.  Melinda.  Too fast."
	"That's okay Mr. Jones.  You just rest.  Then I'll give you a real
one."
	"Oh, Melinda.  I shouldn't kiss you.  But, come up here, girl.  Let
me hug and kiss you."  She did, and they kissed, long and deeply before she
felt a hard cock again and slid back down to take it once more into her
mouth.  This time it was almost five minutes before his cock twitched in
her mouth as her tongue was wrapped around it and the first spurt of the
sweet-salty cum again hit the back of her throat.  Again she had to swallow
twice before his cum stopped.

                   Mr. Jone's Home

	Melinda sat in the passenger seat of Mr. Jone's car as he drove
them towards his home.  She rubbed the inside of his thigh, starting at the
knee and working slowly up towards the long bulge in his pants.  He in turn
had his hand inside her partially open blouse, playing with her braless
teen age boob.  "Okay, Melinda. We're about five blocks from my house.
Slide down out of sight.  I'll open the garage door, drive into the garage,
and close the door.  Then we can get out and no nosy neighbors will see
you.  I do this every day anyway, so there will be no suspicion.  The
drapes are closed.  We'll keep the lights low."
	"Is your bedroom in the back of the house?"
	"Yes.  The backyard is fenced in and there are lots of bushes along
the fence line.  I wouldn't do this if I didn't think we'd be safe."
	"I know, Mr. Jones," she said as she slid down the the floor,
facing him, but letting her hand rest on his hard cock.
	"You know, Melinda.  I think you can call me Dave here.  Just don't
forget in class.  Understand?"
	She gave the cock a rub.  "I understand, Dave."
	The car stopped.  "Here we are."
	"I can't wait," Melinda said, getting back on the seat.  She opened
her door before Dave could get around and then the two entered into the
kitchen, which had a mess of dirty dishes on the counter and into the
living room, which was empty of all furniture except for some cushions in
the middle of the floor.  The drapes were closed and thick and the room had
light only from the kitchen.
	Melinda stopped at the cushions, turned to Dave, threw her arms
around him and kissed him. He returned the kiss and his hand went inside
the shirt, up the back.  She rubbed her breasts against his chest.
	"I can't wait," she said again and slid down to kneel in front of
him and began fumbling with his belt.
	"Here?"
	"Can anybody see?"
	"No."
	"Here." The belt came loose, the zipper down, its sound loud in the
quiet house.  She struggled for a second with the waist button, but it came
free and she pulled his pants down to his knees, and then the boxers,
allowing his hard cox to flop out to an inch from her lips. "Ah," she said
as she licked the pre-cum from the slit. "You gonna be fast?"
	"I'm afraid so."
	"Good." Her lips slipped over the flesh shaft and she began to bob
back and forth with no finesse at all, almost as though she were raping his
hard dick.
	A minute later he said, "Melinda - I'm about to.  OH, God!  Yes!!"
and his warm salty sweet cum once more flooded her mouth as she gulped to
swallow the wave of thick man milk that poured into her mouth.  It stopped
and she let it flop out.  She reached down, grabbed his pants and pulled
them back up until he could grab them.  He buttoned his waist button only.
	"Now.  Your bedroom," she said.  He took her hand and led her down
the darkened hall to a door, opened it.
	"Wait here," he said, the entered and turned on one lamp.  She
glanced around.  There was a futon on the floor, an old chest of drawers,
and the one lamp on the floor next to the futon.  The windows had drapes
over them.  In the dim light she could see picture hangers on the wall, but
no pictures.
	She walked in and took off her shirt.  "Let's get nude," she said.
	"Melinda. Are you on the pill? I bought some condoms."
	"David.  My folks work for the Corporation.  I got a shot at 11 and
again last year.  The chance of me getting pregnant is far less than a
million to one.  If you want to have fun, we can blow up those condoms, let
them float and try to pop them with darts.."  She laughed.
	"Okay," Dave unbuttoned his shirt.  She kicked off her loafers and
then pulled down her slacks, revealing a carefully shaved pussy, with just
a small bar of pubic hair above her vertical lips.  He undid the one
button, let them drop to the floor, and then kicked them off.
	She dove down to the futon, then rolled over on her back, raised
and spread her knees, and placed her feet flat on the sheet.  "Dave.  I'm
wet as hell.  Fuck me.  Please.  Fuck me!"
	He dropped to his knees between her spread ones.  A second of
fumbling, then she felt his cock enter.  "Ah," she breathed.  "Ah" and
raised her hips to receive the massive prick.
	"Damn.  You're still tight!" he said as he kissed her. "You taste
of cum."
	"That's yours. I swallowed a gallon of it."  He began slowly to
move his cock inside her pussy. "Feels good.  Slow and deep.  Yeah."  Her
hips began to move in co-ordination with his hard cock - piston and
cylinder moving together for more horsepower.  Yes.
	"You kissed me after cumming in my mouth.  A lot of guys won't do
that.  Are you gay?"
	"If I were gay, would I be risking my job for some teen tang?"  He
laughed.  She did too.
	"Oh, yes.  Oh, yes.  Feeling good.  Your prick feels so good inside
me."
	"Your pussy feels so good around my prick.  I'm going to pick up
speed."
	"Good.  I'm getting sorta close.  Your prick is fantastic."
Melinda felt Dave's fucking grow faster, yet she seemed to slip back down
from the plateau. She sped up.
	"Oh.  Yes.  Here it comes," Dave shouted and she felt his cum crash
into her pussy.  His climax continued but she was no closer to her cumming.
He collapsed against her 14 year old body.  "Oh, God. I'm sorry Melinda.  I
know I didn't bring you off. "
	"That's okay, Dave.  Suck my clit. Stick your tongue in my pussy.
Play with my nips.  I'm really close. Oh, yes.  They needed that.  My belly
button.  Another innie.  Yes, ohm, yes!!  Your tongue.  Yes!
	She thrashed on the futon for two minutes, holding his head down to
keep his face in her twat.  Finally, she flopped and he rolled over, pussy
juice covering his face.
	"God, that was good.  Thank you, Dave."
	"You are welcome.  When do you have to be home?"
	"They don't care any longer.  But I do have to get to school
tomorrow.  It's what, six o'clock?  Say three more good ones before nine?
Will that work?  I know some girls calling sucking a guy's cock `sucking a
lollypop' but cum doesn't fill me up.  Can you order us a pizza?"
	"I can.  So.  Round two?"

	"Once you get hard."
	Teacher and student threw arms around each other, their hands on
the other's bare butt as their fingers slid between cheeks to balls on the
one hand or pussy lips on the other.
	"I'll order when we finish this," as Dave kissed Melinda.


				Early to Home - No Run

	Melinda eased into Dave's - Mr Jone's classroom, turned and locked
the door behind her.  She walked up to the desk.
	"Hi, Mr. Jones," she said, as she cleared a section and sat down.
	"Well, nobody is here but us, Melinda," he said and put his hand on
her inner thigh."
	"Okay, Dave.  My folks demand I be home early.  They got - er, have
- some of their subjects coming in and they demand I be home by six. They
want to see what happens when these subjects exist in a Corporation family
for awhile.  This doesn't happen very often.  I remember once when I was
six this happened. So nothing this afternoon, despite our plans. "
	Dave looked at his watch.  "Doors locked, right?"
	"Yep."
	"Quickie okay with you?"
	"Here?"
	"Yep.  Ever hear of the secretary position?"
	"Nope.  Sounds interesting."
	"Well, this would be the student position."
	"Is that cause teachers always screw their students?" She laughed.
	"Depends on how we screw our students."  With that he stood up, put
his arms around the fourteen year old freshman and kissed her deeply. As
the kiss ended, his hand pulled her blouse loose and slipped his hand under
it. "Bra," he said quietly.
	"Just a sec," she responded and reached behind to unhook it. "You
like my boobs."
	"And your lips and your mouth, and your twat, and your.."
	"Yes.  But where?"
	"Stand up, Melinda." She did and he pulled down the stretchable
slacks, followed by the panties. He put his arms on her waist, then picked
her up and set her back up on his desk, leaned down, sniffed her twat, and
pulled off slacks and panties.  He put her hand on her outer lips, then
inserted a finger.  "You're already damp."
	"Yeah.  We gonna do it here?"
	"Yep. Doors locked.  Windows closed.  Fast and furious.  Sorry."
He rapidly stripped off his pants and boxers, showing her his hard, seven
inch thick dong, precum leaking from the slit.  He put his hands behind her
butt and moved her so her pussy was hanging in the air, but her butt was on
dry desk.  "Ah," he said, and began to feed his cock into her cunt.  "New
position?"
	"Yes.  Oh.  Feels good. Oh, God, Dave. Why so eager, Let me catch
up!"
	"Okay.  You said quickie okay," She could feel his cock tense up.
"You'll get off, Mel.  I'm sure.  Oh, YES!!" and she felt his thick, hot
cum begin to flood her cunt.
	"Keep fucking me.  I'm close now!"
 "I'll get you off.
Promise."  He withdrew from her, then fell to his knees in front of her,
spread her knees and began to kiss, suck, and tongue her lips, her clit,
and her love tunnel.
	"Oh, yes.  Dave.  Yes.  Dave. OH YES!! I'M CUMMING HARD!"  Mel
threw back her shoulders and head as she yelled.
	"Damn. The custodial staff," Dave cautioned.
	"How about the assistant principal, Mr. Jones?"
	"Mr. Peterson.  I can explain."
	"Yep. Well, Melinda.  How surprising.  Are you going to reward the
baseball team again this year?"
	Melinda sat on the desk, color draining from her face. "Uh.
Mr. Peterson. Uh."  He smiled at her.
	"That's okay, child. So.  I can only assume one thing."
	"Oh, please."
	"Don't worry. I can't really add to your story."

"Mr. Jones..."
	"He depends on you.  I understand you like to give blow jobs. Is
that correct?"
	"Uh, yes,,,sir."
	"Okay.  Do sit in Mr. Jone's chair."  She did and Mr. Peterson
stood before her. "Do relieve me of my pants, Melinda."
	"You want me to.."
	"Suck my dick?  Yep. I'd like a good one."
	"But..."
	"So you want Mr. Jones fired, for you to get ten days suspension
and recommendation for expulsion, with probably charges against your
parents for child abuse.  They won't stand, but the Corporation will reduce
them several steps.  Or, you can give me a blow job."
	"Okay."  Slowly she undid his zipper, loosened his belt, undid the
waist button and let his pants drop to the floor.  She tugged down his
jockeys revealing his hard dick. Melinda, cupped his hairy balls, and took
the six inch cock into her mouth.  It lasted about thirty seconds before he
creamed. She swallowed and withdrew.
	"Nice. Let's see.  Every Wednesday after the busses leave and I go
back to my office, come see me. Would that be okay?"
	`And nothing will happen to Dave?  How about my academic record?"
	"Nope. Now sometimes, since you like the secretary's position - we
can try that.  Okay?"
	Melinda pursed her lips.  "Yes, Mr. Peterson.  I guess I'll see you
tomorrow."
	"Good. You go on now. The weather is fine and you are within
walking distance. Get home early like your parents told you.  Your teacher
and I will have a brief talk.  See you tomorrow, Melinda."
	Melinda gathered her clothes, got dressed, and walked out of the
room.  As she left she heard "...Dave..do better...she's good..."
Mr. Peterson is a pervert, she thought as she headed home to meet the
science subjects.


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