J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

"Maybe they're not as interested as I am," Sally said. "I really want to make good. I have my career to think about."

"Your career?" he asked. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Oh," Sally shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't decided anything yet. I just want to do good so my grades will stand up to the test."

She almost laughed at the lies she was telling. He got a sincere expression on his face.

"That's wonderful," he beamed. "All most girls can think about is getting married. I'm gad to talk to a young lady with different ideas. You have an exceptional viewpoint."

"Thank you," Sally said.

"All they think about is marriage," he continued. "They don't think they need an education. Well they're really wrong. A girl should get a good education now before it's too late."

"I agree," Sally said.

Sally had on her most serious face.

Mr. Redman got up and walked to his window. He put his hands behind his back and looked out. He stared for a long time at the parking lot.

"Look at that," he said. "Now all boys have their own cars. I used to have to walk to school. Children just don't realize how good they've got it."

"I agree," Sally said again.

"They just don't appreciate it," he said. "They just don't appreciate all they've got."

"I know," Sally said.

Sally had crossed her legs again so that her dress slid back even farther on her bare thighs. A strip of pink flesh was revealed. He didn't want to look but his eyes kept dropping. He was so obvious. So pathetic. Sally knew he wanted the conversation to go on but he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Well, I'm glad we've had this little talk," Mr. Redman said. "You've answered my questions. You're dismissed, Sally. And keep up the good work."

"I will," Sally promised.

There was a smug smile on her face as she left his office. She knew that he would call her back. She knew he was too interested in her legs to allow her to stay away from him for very long.

He had more will power than she gave him credit for.

He waited two days before he called her once more into his office. This time he didn't keep her waiting. She went right on in.

This time he was standing near the window when she entered. He gave her a smile.

"Sit down, Sally," he said. "Sit down."

"Have I done something wrong, Mr. Redman?" Sally asked.

"Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry I called you out of your class again. I wanted to have a little talk with you."

Sally sat and felt his eyes on her legs as she tugged her short dress down. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to look at her legs. And more.

Sally noticed that he had a bulge in his trousers. He was getting turned on. She liked that. It made her feel warm between her thighs.

"What did you want to see me about?" Sally asked.

"See you about?" he said. "Oh yes, well, you see I wanted to have a little talk."

"About what?"

He seemed to be searching his mind for a quick answer.

"I started thinking about what you said. About study."

"Yes?" Sally questioned.

"Well I thought that you had such a good attitude and you're such a popular girl that you might be able to influence some of the other students."

"To do what?" Sally asked.

"You know," he said. "Influence them to study and to work a little harder. Kind of set them an example."

It was a very weak excuse to bring her back but Sally pretended to be impressed by his idea. "I might be able to influence a few," Sally said. "Of course you will," he said. "They'd be sure to listen to a pretty girl like you." Sally looked pleased.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Sally asked. "Yes, Sally," he said. "You're a very pretty girl. Very pretty."

"Boys say that I am," Sally said. "But I don't know if I believe them."

"Believe them," he said. "You are pretty." He looked uncomfortable giving her compliments.

"I think my legs are too fat," Sally said.

She stretched her legs out in front of her. She could feel his hot eyes on her.

"Do you think they're too fat?"

"No," he said. "Your legs are very nice. Very attractive. Very nice."

"Do you really think that," Sally said. "Or are you just trying to make me feel good?"

"Oh, I do," he said. "I like your legs. I think they're very attractive."

Sally shrugged her shoulders. "But they're fat," Sally said.

"No," he protested. He wiped off his gasses. "They're just right."

"A little higher up and they're fat," Sally insisted. "Here, I'll show you."

Sally stood up and hiked up her dress up above her knees to where her panties began. She stopped as she felt his hot eyes feasting on her bare flesh.

"Put your skirt down," he said weakly. "This isn't proper."

"But don't you think they're a little fat?" Sally asked him.

"No," he said. "As a clinical observation I should say that they're perfect."

"Come closer," Sally said. "You can see them better."

"This is close enough," he said. "I don't think this is proper. Someone might walk in. Someone might not understand what's going on."

"We can fix that," Sally said.

She went to the door and locked it. She made sure he heard the sound of the lock going into place. She turned back to face him once more.

"Now I'll show you more," Sally said.

She lifted the skirt to her waist. She heard him gasp for breath and she saw his eyes flickering nervously to the yellow panties she wore. Sally stood with her legs apart.

"Dear God!" he said.

"Do you think they're nice?" Sally asked.

She ran a hand down the side of one thigh.

"It has good muscle tone," Sally said.

"Dear Jesus!"

"They're as nice as anyone's," Sally said.

"Oh Jesus!"

She walked to him and took his hand. He didn't protest as she placed it against one bare thigh. She made him rub his hand in a circular motion. She could feel the heat from his palm going through her legs.

"Now don't I have good muscle tone?" Sally asked.

"Oh dear God and Jesus!" he moaned.

Sweat broke out on his forehead. His mouth dropped open. His entire body seemed to tremble.

She let the back of her hand brush against his prick. He was really getting hot. She allowed his hand to go up under her skirt and rub against her panties. He wanted to stop. She could see that he wanted to, but he was too excited by her fresh young body to stop.

She had him at her mercy.

"What am I doing?" he asked. "Oh God, what am I doing? Oh, what's happening to me?"

"You're just rubbing me," Sally whispered. "There's nothing wrong with that. You're just rubbing me a little."

"I can't," he said. "I can't be doing this."

"Just relax," Sally said. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Sally reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall to the floor.

She stood back as he rubbed her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She stood before him in only bra and panties.

"Take my bra off," Sally commanded.

He approached his task with obvious relish. He quickly pulled off her bra and freed her huge titties. He touched them and then he tilted his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked her nipples as if they were candy. Sally moaned as delicious shivers went over her.

"That's nice," she said. "You are nice, Mr. Redman."

Again she took his hand and placed it between her legs. She made him rub her as he sucked on her titties. Mr. Redman was feeling really guilty but he couldn't stop. Never before had he tasted flesh so sweet and willing as Sally's. He needed her more than he had ever needed any woman.

God, he was going crazy! His cock was aching and his hot balls felt heavy with sperm. He kept picturing his cold wife at home with her gobs of repugnant flesh. He kept thinking about her frigid body and hearing her turn his request for sex down with a haughty shaking of her fat head.