J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said.

He made her lean across two seats with her cunt high in the air. She felt shamed and humiliated and it was the way he wanted her to feel. She felt his hot hands pushing her asscheeks apart.

"I like that ass," he said. "But I need your cunt just as bad."

He stood in the aisle and pushed his cock against her cunt she felt his huge cockhead rubbing against her cunt. He pushed and his prick went into her all the way. She gasped at the pleasure of his cock.

"How do you like fucking a man, baby?" he asked. He started to pound his cock into her with deep, rapid strokes.

She felt her juices flowing hotly. She loved the feeling of the cock going deep into her cunt. She loved the sound of his balls slapping against her ass.

"Oh God," he moaned. "Oh God."

He reached up and grabbed her titties. She wished he'd taken her clothes off but he had only pulled up her skirt. But he fondled her titties through her blouse and it made her nipples erect.

"You fucking bitch!" he moaned. "You fucking cunt! I'm going to come. I'm going to fill your sweet cunt with my hot cum. Oh fuckkkkkkk youuuuuuu!"

His prick exploded into her cunt with great gobs of sticky cum.

At the last moment he pulled his prick out and let some cum splash against her thighs and the crevice of her buttocks. She felt good. She could have gone another fucking with her cunt up in the air. But he was done.

Sally wanted him to tell her what to do. She wanted him to make her do other things.

But when she turned around she saw his scarred face and that ruined it. He was not like Duke at all. He had wanted her but now he was worried.

"Get out," he said. "Get out of here and don't let me catch you here again."

"You're a bastard!" Sally said.

She saw his face turn pale.

"I've got you by the balls and you know it," Sally said. "You ever bother me again and I'll tell the world that you raped me."

She would have been his willing slave if he'd ordered her. But he had turned out to be less than a man. She stood up and pulled her skirt down.

"You're a pervert," she said.

She left him there with a pained expression on his face. Sally sighed as she went out the door.

Why couldn't men be like Duke? Now he was a real man. She wondered where he was and what he was doing. Sally squeezed her thighs together.

I need you Duke, Sally said to herself.

Bill was outside waiting on her. He looked waffled as hell.

"What happened?" he asked. "What happened? Is he going to take us in?"

"No," Sally said.

"But what happened? How'd you convince him to let us go?"

"I fucked him," Sally said.

She saw the look of surprise and shock on his face. He wasn't sure if he believed her or not. Sally didn't care. She was tired of little boys and weak men. She wanted a man like Duke but she didn't know where to find one.

Sally had been pretty close in her thought that one day she might run the school. In the two weeks that followed her experience with the cop, she seduced two more of her teachers. One was the old maid English teacher, Miss Buttons, and the other was the male physical education teacher. It was fun seducing them, but neither provided the excitement that she needed.

She had a great deal of power over them. She ended up almost running their lives. She had to do no more study for her English or her math classes. There she had automatic A's. Sometimes she didn't even bother to go to class.

The other kids seemed to realize her influence over her teachers. They started coming to Sally to ask for favors. It excited Sally to have such power over everybody.

Seducing Miss Buttons had almost been by accident. She had never even considered Miss Buttons until she had to stay after school for her one day. Then she felt Miss Buttons looking at her and Sally realized why. The rest had been easy.

It was fun, too, because Miss Buttons didn't really have a bad body. She was forty but her full tits were still firm and sensitive. It was nice for Sally.

The physical education teacher was Mr. Thomas. He was good, but not great. He had a good body, but he had not taken control of the situation. Sally longed for a man who would use her as she needed to be used.

Sally had everything going for her but she didn't expect it to last. It came as no surprise to be called into the principal's office. Mr. Redman was a man who knew what went on in his school.

Mr. Redman was much like Mr. Pucket. He was a skinny, nervous man who was always making big speeches about moral and things. He was also a minister at one of the smaller churches near the school.

There was no man more moral than Mr. Redman.

Sally wondered if he ever did anything at all. She knew he once had because he had two children. But she didn't think he would get very excited about his fat wife.

Sally had prepared herself to be called into his office. She had dressed herself very carefully for a full week. She had worn short dresses and blouses that revealed her full titties. She wanted Mr. Redman to know what he was missing.

She had even given a thought toward seducing Mr. Redman. It would certainly be more of a challenge than the others had represented. He was such a man of authority and reeking of niceness that it would be fun to have him on his knees sucking her pussy.

That thought was in the back of her mind when he called her into his office.

He called her into his office during her study period and then he made her wait half the period in his outer office. Miss mumble, the secretary, kept giving her curious glances. Perhaps Miss Thumble had also been hearing a few rumors.

Then Mr. Redman called her into his office.

He was sitting behind his desk wearing his reading glasses and going over some report.

"Sit down, Sally," he said. "Be with you in a moment."

Sally sat. It was more than a moment before he looked up at her again. He seemed surprised to see her there and then he remembered that he had called her himself.

"Oh yes, Sally," he said.

Sally had crossed her legs and fixed her dress so that her knees showed. She didn't want to go too far too soon. Mr. Redman's eyes dropped nervously to her legs and quickly away.

He cleared his throat.

"Sally," Mr. Redman said. "I've been looking at some of your records."

"You have?" Sally asked.

"Yes. There are a few things I don't understand."

"Like what?" Sally asked.

"Your grades. It seems like you were doing so poorly in math until these last few weeks. Suddenly your grades have improved one hundred percent. Even your English has improved."

"Yes," Sally said. "I've been doing a lot of extra study lately."

"That's just it," Mr. Redman said. "Your study hall teacher tells me you're hardly ever there. And you've been seen wandering the halls. Now exactly what is going on?"

Sally shifted in her chair and felt his eyes back on her legs again. She'd known she had nice legs but not that nice. He seemed to be too interested in them for a moral man. Perhaps she could seduce him.

"I can explain," Sally said. "You see, I've been doing all my study at home."

"At home," Mr. Redman said. "All your study at home? That's unusual. Most of our students hardly ever take work home anymore."

"Well I need good grades," Sally said.

"Hmmmm," Mr. Redman said. "That's a very good attitude. I wish more of our children would put in more hours at home. Yes, that's a very good attitude."

"Home is a good place to study," Sally said.

She felt the conversation was getting silly but she was interested in the way he kept looking at her. She wondered what it was going to lead to.

"I wish more of our girls would study," Mr. Redman said. "I wish they could show the exceptional improvement that you've shown in the past few weeks."