Chapter 1

“Gawp!” she croaked as her hands reflexively shot to the fronts ofhis thighs. Pushing herself away, she turned her head to one side and gagged silently for several seconds. Melissa hated it when Mr.

Johnson pushed it in too far. And if the taste wasn’t enough, it always made her feel like she was going to throw up when it touched the back of her throat.

“Take your hands away, Melissa,” the older man said in a patient tone of voice. “Now straighten up and open your mouth,” he instructed the unhappy teenager who squatted on the floor in front of him.

Reluctantly Melissa obeyed. She had no choice. Melissa Carpenter had an obligation, you see.

The expression on her face was truly priceless to behold and would have melted the hearts of most men, but not so Benjamin Johnson. Her big blue eyes pleaded with him while he massaged the back of her neck with his left hand as encouragement. “No stalling, now,” he murmured.

“You wouldn’t want to be late for your next class, my dear,” he added, after which he began to rub the blunt head of his penis across her pink lips.

Melissa made a face but did not try to turn away. She recognized the familiar musky odor as her history teacher smeared his clear, sticky pre-ejaculate over her lips and nose.

“Be a good girl now and open that pretty mouth, Melissa. I promise I won’t push this time,” the man coaxed.

The pretty fifteen year old slowly rose up onto her knees. She made no attempt to conceal her disgust as she stared at the heavily veined instrument of her displeasure jutting out from its sweaty nest of coarse, dark pubic hair below the older man’s pale distended belly.

Melissa opened her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” Mr. Johnson whispered his approval. “Hands atyour sides, now,” he coached. He liked to put it into her mouth the first time and then let her take over. Gazing down at his target, the parted white teeth and small pink tongue, he grasped his semi-erect member with his free hand and milked himself until another large drop of viscous fluid formed at its tip. Then with a smile, he pulled the young girlforward and placed the head of his manhood onto the warm, wet surface of her tongue, allowing the drop of pre-ejaculate to mingle with her saliva.

“Cawlk!” Melissa’s shoulders heaved as she barely suppressed another gag. It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from balking again, but she was somehow able to maintain control. She knew he liked for her to keep her mouth open wide until he told her to close her lips around him. So, Melissa obediently knelt before her history teacher, allowing the wicked man to place the head of his penis into her mouth then slowly move it from side to side across her tongue. Another gag wracked her body, but she remained steadfast and didn’t pull away.

“Mmm...” Mr. Johnson signed. “You have such a pretty mouth, Melissa,” he cooed as he gazed down into her clear blue eyes. He was about to give the lovely teen permission to begin sucking him, when quite unexpectedly he climaxed.

It caught Melissa by surprise too when his first salvo caromed off the back of her soft palate and slid unimpeded down her throat. She was in the habit of allowing Mr. Johnson to “spurt” into her mouth.

Actually, he insisted upon it, but she’d learned to anticipate him, closing off her throat and taking the vile substance only into her mouth so she could spit it out afterward. Melissa thought surely, she would be sick, but surprisingly it stayed down, and she was in the process of puzzling over that, in fact, when Mr. Johnson broke his promise.

Without warning her history teacher pulled her head forward while he pushed himself farther into her mouth. He was reasonably strong for a man of his stature, and instantly Melissa’s hands flew to the fronts of his hairy thighs where they scrabbled ineffectual as she felt the tip of his filthy penis touched the back of her throat. Unable to breathe, she dug her short fingernails into his flesh when the second viscous projectile exploded from him like a rifle bullet directly into her esophagus. Melissa remembered hearing his lewd groans, before she choked on his next installment. Because her mouth was blocked by the source of her torment, a spray of heavy semen escaped through her nostrils when she coughed. It was a thoroughly demoralizing experience for the pretty teenager and one she would never forget, in part because she was immediately chastised by her teacher as soon as she stopped choking.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, young lady,” he scolded, indicatingthe drooling lines of ejaculate on the fronts of his thighs and the dripping mass on his testicles. “I hope you didn’t get anything on my trousers,” he added scornfully.

While Melissa lapped at one side of her history teacher’s constricted scrotum with her tongue, cleaning him like he’d taught her to do, she let her mind wander back to a saner time in her life, a time several months earlier, before the dreadful circumstances in which she was currently embroiled, began. While she struggled to keep from vomiting, Melissa wondered if this nightmare would ever end.

Melissa Carpenter was charming, talented in many ways and exceptionally pleasing to the eye, but she was a terrible student.

Her teachers attributed her lack of scholastic aptitude to a minor attention disorder, but most of her peers thought she was just plain spoiled. In any case, because of her poor grades the pretty blond found herself in the unenviable position of having to either pass her mid-term exams with very high marks or face the prospect of summer school. For Melissa, who was quite the little socialite, summer school was simply out of the question, but the mid-terms loomed over her like an unscalable cliff. Melissa definitely needed help.

Although she chose not to apply herself to her schoolwork, she was not a stupid girl. To the contrary, Melissa was crafty and imaginative, and more often than not she got what she wanted.

At the age of twelve she’d begun to shed her baby fat and develop those enticing contours and curves that would inevitably make her very popular with the boys in her life. By age thirteen Melissa had amassed a regular entourage of interested young men, and a few of them not so young. By the eighth grade she, Melissa was the most popular girl in school and had her pick of any young man she wished to allow to associate with her.

Melissa naturally went for the most popular boy in school. His name was Trevor Williams. The two young people were first introduced by Melissa’s best old ex-friend, Madison Lewis, at a cookout. Madison, a rather fetching young lady in her own right, was dating Trevor at the time, but that would soon change. Melissa had just turned fourteen.

Trevor Lewis was sixteen, and the two attractive teenagers hit it off right away. It seemed at the time that Madison was the only one not to see the obvious chemistry between Melissa and Trevor. In less than two weeks later, Melissa managed to woo the handsome sixteen year old away from Madison, ending their friendship for the foreseeable future.

Trevor was not only a charming and attractive young man, but he was also a talented athlete and an exceptional student. His grade point average never once fell below 3.8, and by the time he reached his junior year in high school, he was being actively scouted by the wrestling departments of several well-known universities. There was little doubt in anyone’s mind that Trevor Williams would secure a scholarship with at least one of these prestigious schools.

This was indeed fortunate for Trevor, because as fate would have it, the bright young man had not been born into a life of plenty. To the contrary, unlike the “fairy princess” he dated, Trevor had beenforced to work his way through school. There was no envy or resentment on his part, however. Trevor simply applied himself to the task at hand.

He was a confident young man, yet modest and humble as well. In short, Trevor Williams was the son that every man desires, honorable and hard working.

It was this honorable side of her beau that Melissa was currently having difficulty with. “Please Trev,” the engaging fifteen year old beauty pleaded. “I thought you said that you’d do anything for me,” she cooed and gave Trevor her most beguiling smile.

The two young people had been seeing each other pretty steadily for almost two years now, and Melissa could usually convince Trevor to see things her way, but this particular request involved going against his strong moral conviction and sense of what is right and what is not.

“You know I would, Mel,” the young man replied in a pained voice. She was obviously making it very hard for him. “But what you’re asking me to do is wrong. You know that.” He paused for a second then offered,

“Why don’t you study really hard all weekend. I’ll help you. We can do it together. You’ll see.”

“Ohhhh,” the pretty blond whined. “There’s just no way, Trev.I’ve got to make a B+ on this exam or I’m dead,” she added ruefully. Then with surprising vehemence, “I hate history! It’s so stupid! All those dates to memorize and names of people who’ve been dead for a hundred years. Who cares!” she declared emphatically.

Trevor remained silent while his pretty girlfriend vented her anger and frustration. He wanted to help Melissa, but she was really putting him on the spot. He really did care deeply for her and obviously wanted to see her succeed, but there were limits. Trevor was indeed an upstanding young man.

“Johnson will fail me for sure,” Melissa went on, interrupting her boyfriend’s thoughts. “He hates me. I know he does. And besides, he’s so weird,” she said. “He’s always staring at me. He gives me the creeps, Trev,” she added imploringly. “Please, Trevor, please. I know you know how to get the test answers. I’ll never ask again. I promise. Please, just this once,” Melissa pleaded.

Her beau didn’t respond, but rather he stood with his arms folded across his chest. He was obviously troubled, and it probably wouldn’t take much more wheedling to tip him over the edge. Melissa Carpenter decided that it was time to play her trump card.

Although the two young people had been dating for quite some time by today’s standards, their relationship had remained about as Platonic as a teenage relationship could be. Mostly it had been Trevor who’d been unwilling to move beyond simple kissing and the occasional awkward petting and on to the next higher level. He claimed that he wouldn’t be able to respect himself were he to take advantage of Melissa. But Trevor was after all, a healthy American lad, and by the age of seventeen those urges were becoming harder and harder to ignore. Lately he’d started to lose control of himself more and more often when he and Melissa were together. On one occasion he’d actually touched her breast. Through her sweater, of course. That had been a week ago, and his hand still burned.

That time it had been Melissa who’d put the brakes on, and none to gently either. Trevor had been terribly embarrassed when she’d slapped his hand away. Melissa had feigned a pouting spell and then let her young beau apologize to her over and over again. The incident ended only after Melissa allowed Trevor to thoroughly emasculate himself before her, and then it wasn’t mentioned again. What neither would admit, however, was that secretly, they both hoped that something like that would happen again, soon.

Melissa had come to enjoy the power she held over Trevor, learning at a very young age that what boys wanted, she had, and that those desires could be used to influence their behavior. Melissa somehow instinctively knew that she would lose some of that power should she give in to Trevor. But unfortunately, she felt she had no choice. It was time for Melissa to cash in her chips.

Dialing her charm up to “10”, Melissa placed her hands onto Trevor’s broad shoulders and gazed into his eyes. Then with all the allure of a jaguar she purred, “If you’ll help me, Trev, we can maybe go out and ... you know.” There was absolutely no mistaking what she meant as she blushed hotly and averted her gaze, but when she looked back up at the young man, the she-cat was back. “Come on, Trev, you know you want to.” Then she added in a husky voice, dripping with unveiled seductiveness, “I want you to, Trevor.”

The young man had never heard that particular throaty quality to her voice before, and there was something in the way she looked at him and the manner in which she spoke that caused his juices to free-flow.

Trevor Williams caved in seconds later.

Trevor’s part of the bargain was to supply Melissa with the answers to her mid-term history exam, and for his services he was promised heaven and earth. Being an honor roll student, Trevor enjoyed certain privileges not available to the majority of the student body.

Frequently he found himself alone in areas and offices that were off limits to most, and it was because of this privilege that Trevor was able to secure a copy of the American History Mid-term examination with surprisingly little difficulty.

Benjamin Johnson had also been his American History teacher in the tenth grade, and in looking over the answers to the ten page multiple choice test, Trevor recognized most of them. “Funny,” he thought, that Melissa would think badly of the middle-age man. Trevor remembered Mr. Johnson as being a “pretty good guy” and a good teacher. From time to time, he would even share an off-color joke which tended to endear him to the boys in his class. Trevor never bothered to consider how the girls felt about it. “They were just jokes after all,” he rationalized.

Monday morning came at last. All day long, Trevor was distracted, wondering how his girlfriend would fare on her history exam, but when at last the final bell rang and the two young people met in the hall, Melissa’s expression told the whole story. Trevor couldn’t remember ever having seen her so elated.

“I know I passed. I just know it. Oh, thank you, Trevor,” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Right then and there Trevor began to hope and dream.

The next day when the exam was announced, it became official, and Melissa Carpenter surprised everyone in her American History Class by racking up an A- on her history mid-term. The tests were passed out and the answers were gone over one by one. History class that day seemed like it would never end.

Melissa didn’t remember much of what was said, because the entire time she was thinking about the bargain she’d made with Trevor. “Was she going to do it? Was she going to let him go all the way?” Thoughts and images raced through her mind, both exciting and frightening her.

“Was she ready to give him heaven and earth like she’d promised?”