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Melinda (m/f), Part III
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Friday afternoon found Melinda walking home right after school. Mr.
Johnson told her that he had no use for her, but to rest up, because the next
week would be filled with "extra assignments" if she wanted to get her grade
up to a "D".
She was wearing a pair of cut-off Levi's, so short that her ass cheeks
were showing slightly, and a tank top with no bra. Mr. Johnson had ordered
her to dress that way for him. He had spent most of the math class bent over
the top of her, acting like he was helping her with the problems, but really
looking down the front of her tank top at her baseball sized tits.
Melinda walked in the door yelling, "Mom, I'm home!" There was no
reply.
She could hear the TV on in the living room, so she walked in there.
Her step-father was sitting on the worn sofa, clad only in boxer shorts and a
tee shirt. He watching a baseball game on TV, a can of beer in one hand.
He turned to glare at her with bloodshot eyes.
"Watcha makin' all that goddam noise for, you little bitch?" he growled
at her.
Melinda stepped back quickly, fear rising in her throat.
"Sorry, sir. I was just letting Mom know I was home."
"She ain't here," he muttered. "Called in to work all night 'cuz some bitch
was sick." He looked at her closely, eyes running from her sandals to her
permed, brown hair.
"Why you dressed like that?" he asked, threateningly. "Trying to pick up
some young stud?" He smiled a leering smile. "Rob's not home," he continued.
"Went to a ball game and won't be home 'til real late."
"Oh," Melinda answered, unable to think of anything else to say.
Melinda turned to leave the room, but he reached out and grabbed her
arm.
"Ya didn't answer my question! Why ya dressed like that?" he growled
menacingly. "Lookit those ass cheeks sticking out. Don't you have no shame?"
Melinda felt more afraid. This was more than he had spoken to her in
weeks, other than the threats to send her to juvenile hall. She pulled her arm
from his grasp and turned again. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she pleaded,
looking for an excuse to leave.
Two steps was all the farther she got before she froze in her tracks.
"Mr. Johnson called today from school," her stepfather said matter-of-
factly in a voice that chilled her to the bone. "He says you been working hard
to bring up your grade."
She relaxed a little. Maybe...
"Or should I say you been offering to work hard, to bring up your grade?"
He laughed mockingly.
Melinda turned back to him quickly, face paling.
"He says you offered to fuck him for a "D"! That true?"
Melinda's jaw dropped open in surprise. What was Mr.Johnson doing
to her? She'd done everything he wanted! Had she done something to make
him mad?
"I asked you a question, you little bitch!" her step-father growled. "Did,
or did you not, offer to fuck your teacher for a better grade?"
He stood up and grabbed her arm before the stunned Melinda could
move. Tears welled up in her eyes, and a huge lump rose in her throat. He
was going to send her to juvenile hall, even after all the demeaning things she
had done for that bastard Mr. Johnson! It wasn't fair!
Before she could even think, he sat back down on the couch and pulled
her over his lap. He put a heavy arm over her shoulders to hold her down,
but the dazed girl just lay there motionless, tears running down her cheek.
She tried hard not to sob... she didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing
she felt hopeless.
SLAP! Melinda was stunned to feel the flat of his hand smack her ass,
hard.
"What are you doing?" she sobbed as another blow hit her ass cheeks.
"I'm spanking your ass, you cheap slut! You can't get away with that
kind of behavior in my house!" he answered breathlessly as he hit her again.
"And when I'm done, your ass is goin' to the juvey hall with the other whores!"
"Ple-e-e-a-s-e," she pleaded softly between sobs.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! His heavy hand smacked her in quick hard swats.
Melinda could feel a burning sensation rising in her bare ass cheeks where his
rough hand was contacting her skin. She could smell the nauseating stench of
his beer-breath as he started to gasp from the exertion.
"Besides... huh... that... huh... I... huh... ," he gasped, "saw... huh... you...
suck your step-brother's... huh... COCK!"
He stopped spanking her for a moment to catch his breath, and Melinda
wiggled on his lap, her baseball-sized tits pressing into his thighs, trying to get
away from him. But his arm on her shoulders was too heavy.
Melinda could feel her ass burn from the abuse. But she could feel
something else too! His cock was hard, and pressing into her stomach, having
escaped the fly in the front of his boxers. She wriggled a little harder and
rubbed her tummy into his cock. She could feel it jerk in response.
"That's right, you little whore," he said, getting his breath back. "I know
what you did the other night. I'm not as stupid as you think. I watched the
whole show from your door while you sucked and fucked Robert."
"D-d-does Mom know?" Melinda found herself asking in a weak little
girl voice.
"No you little bitch, she doesn't!" he barked back at her. "I wouldn't
hurt her any more than you have already!"
Melinda continued to wiggle her tummy against his hard cock.
"Don't hit me any more," she begged weakly, but wiggled her ass at him
enticingly.
"I ain't goin' to hit you..." he answered, "... with my hand. That little
whore's ass of yours is rock hard!"
He stood up abruptly, dumping her off his lap.
Melinda could see his huge cock poke grotesquely from his fly, its
uncircumsized head pointing at her. He made no attempt to cover it up. He
acted as if he didn't even know he was arroused.
Bending over, he grabbed a wrist.
"C'mon with me!" he ordered and pulled her along behind him.
"N-n-n-no!" she pleaded and tried to plant her feet. But he was much
too strong, and pulled her along easily.
He pulled her into the kitchen, where he slammed her up against the
refrigerator. "Take those shorts off. I want you to feel this!"
Sobbing, Melinda did as she was told. She unbuttoned the tight shorts,
and pulled them quickly down off her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties.
Without a word, her step-father pulled her by the wrist over to the
cabinets and bent her over the countertop. Then he took a large wooden
spoon with a long, thick handle out of an earthen jar full of them that sat on
the counter.
"You deserve this you little bitch!" he bellowed as he hit her soundly
with the spoon. The hollow part of the spoon 'popped' as it contacted her
flesh.
Melinda suppressed a a cry as the spoon hit her, causing much more
pain than his heavy hand had. She stiffened as she heard it whistle through
the air before it made contact again.
He pulled her higher onto the counter, so that she rested on the counter.
She felt the cold counter through her thin tank-top, and her feet were pulled
off the tile floor. Her nipples stiffened, and she wiggled her ass at him. Her
pussy emerged from between her thighs.
He aimed the next blow at her pussy, but didn't swing as hard. It landed
with an audible pop, right on target.
Melinda squirmed at a new sensation she felt -- a sensation that felt
kinda good as the steady rhythm of the swinging spoon beat a tatoo on her
ass and pussy. She felt her self wriggling her ass at him in open invitation, as
the blows became weaker, but more frequent.
Then the spoon stopped swinging and she felt his hand on her burning
ass, rubbing lightly. His thick finger rubbed up and down her tender slit and
found her clit. She gasped at the sensation as his fingertip rubbed the hard
little nub.
"You little whore! You're wet like you peed or somethin'!" he growled
at her hoarsely. "You like this shit, don't you?"
Melinda couldn't speak but pushed her ass back at his hand as best she
could. She could feel an orgasm rushing on, and concentrated on the feelings
she was getting.
His hand pulled away and she whimpered in frustration. What was he
doing now? She squeezed her thighs together in a quick, pulsing rhythm, trying
to bring on her orgasm as he held both her wrists tightly together in one
massive hand.
Melinda heard a clatter as he pulled something from the cabinet above
her head. Then a hiss and a combination of cold an heat as he sprayed
something ontoher burning ass. It was cold as the propellant evaporated, then
burned as the liquid flowed down into the crack of her ass, into her slit.
"You can use this shit for anything," he grunted and set the can down
in front of her face. It was an oily cooking spray, to keep food from sticking
to the frying pan!
Then she felt the familiar pressure at her asshole. It was his cock! He
was going to fuck her ass just like Mr. Johnson had! She started to protest,
but then decided it din't feel too bad. Melinda wiggled her ass back at him
and relaxed.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass, you bastard! You already beat
my ass. Go ahead and fuck it!"
She felt the head of his cock slide away from her asshole and into her
wet, oily slit where it rubbed against her clit and gasped. He quickly brought
it back up to her asshole, pressed harder and the head of it popped in.
"You like that you slut?" he asked as she gasped again.
Melinda only wiggled in response.
"You want more?"
"Yes-s-s," she hissed.
He swatted her ass hard with his free hand.
"What was that?"
"Yes, sir!" she moaned. "I want more, please."
"That's better, slut!" he grunted at her. "You say please when you want
my cock. Or Robert's cock. Or Mr. Johnson's cock for that matter."
"Please," she whined, trying to capture her elusive orgasm.
He pushed it in to the hilt, and she sighed as the huge cock filled her
passage. She was close now. All she wanted was for him to fuck her ass, and
she pushed back against him, trying to get him deeper.
"So-o-o-o," he said. "She wants more, huh?"
She felt his big cock start to move quickly in and out of her ass in jabbing
thrusts. His balls slapped her pussy with each lunge. He reached his free hand
under her tanktop and squeezed a nipple between rough fingers.
Suddenly, she was cumming! She felt wave after wave of pleasure shoot
through her body as she writhed almost violently under him, constricting her
ass muscles around his cock until he came too, flooding her channel with thick
milky fluid.
He collapsed on her, his heavy body compressing her between him and
the counter top. She smelled his horrid beer breath as his tongue stabbed
into her open mouth. Too tired to fight, she sucked at it noisily. After resting
a few seconds, he stood up.
"Whadda ya say?" he asked smugly, as he pulled his shrinkin cock from
her gooey hole.
"What do you mean?" Melinda asked meekly.
He slapped her ass again. "I mean, whadda ya say, goddam it!"
"Thank you?"
He slapped her again. "For what?"
"Thank you for fucking my ass," she said, yielding quietly. "I deserved
it."
"Goddam right you did. I won't tell your mother about this. Or about
what you offered Mr. Johnson for a grade. Or about you fuckin' your step-
brother like the cheap slut whore you are.
"But when you need more punishment, or when I think you need more
punishment, you better be ready. Hear me? And maybe... just maybe... you'll
stay out of juvenile hall."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," she stated docilely. She couldn't look at him.
She stared at the floor, trying hard not to smile so widely that he could see.
What a cum she had just had!
"Good. Now get your things, and go to your room. But get me a beer
first."
Melinda did as she was told.
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