J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

He sucked in more of Sally's creamy flesh.

"On the desk," Sally said. "Clear off your desk and get undressed."

There was no stopping Mr. Redman. He cleared of his desk, pushing papers and books onto the floor. Sally was excited by how badly he needed her.

He undressed quickly, revealing a body that was as skinny as Mr. Pucket's. But his cock jutted up strong and hard between his legs.

"On the desk," Sally said.

He stretched out on the desk and Sally crawled on top of him. He had never had a woman like this and it was exciting him more than he would have thought possible.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Mr. Redman," Sally said.

He watched as she positioned herself above his cock. She came down slowly. He felt his hot cock slipping up into her cuntal entrance. It felt so good. Her moist hotness surrounded his hot staff. He felt wonderful. She was so tight that he thought he was going to come almost immediately.

He was able to control himself but not for long.

She started to bounce up and down on hard cock. She was really riding him. Slowly and deliciously she would slide him up into her cunt. She would squeeze her cuntal muscles so that he would be squirming with delight.

"Like it?" she questioned him.

"Oh yes," he moaned. "Oh yes!"

"Then tell me," she commanded. "Tell me how much you like it."

He started moaning loud enough to be heard outside. Sally didn't care. She would leave him to explain to his secretary the peculiar noises that had come from his office.

She reached between them and grasped his balls, then started bouncing up and down a little faster.

"God," he moaned. "Oh God, you're killing me!"

"I just love to kill men this way," Sally said. "Don't you love to die this way?"

"Oh yes," he said. "Oh yes!"

She felt the first of his hot cum spurt up into her cunt. Then another hot spurt. Then he was flooding her cunt with his thick love juice. He had a heavy load. He had probably not given any to his wife for a long while. She kept pumping his rod until he was drained dry.

Sally quickly came off his cock and went up the desk. She poised herself over his face and lowered herself onto his tongue.

He was more than willing to eat her. His hot tongue entered her curd licking at both his juices and hers. She felt hot waves go over her. He was a good cunt lapper – that was a pleasant surprise.

"Oh yes," she said. "That's sweet kissing. Keep it up! Keep it up!"

She felt so hot that it was only minutes before her juices flooded, into his mouth. She kept grinding herself against his face until she had drained away every drop into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it. He gobbled up her flesh like candy. She finally had to drag herself away. She gave him a pat on the head.

"You're a sweet cunt lapper," she said. "Very sweet. I think I'll let you eat me often!"

She walked out of his office with a satisfied smile that left his secretary shaking her head in puzzlement.

Sally was bored. She couldn't ever remember having been so bored. It wasn't that she was tired of sex. She still enjoyed a good fuck as much as she always had, but good fucks were getting hard to find.

Most of the men around school were hot for her but none of them had measured up to Duke. Now that she had nearly the entire school jumping for her, she had grown tired of her games.

There had to be something she could do to spice things up.

She started thinking about putting two or more of her slaves together. The thought intrigued her. Perhaps it would be sexy to have Mr. Thicket and Coach Marylynn together. She started to think of other combinations it would be interesting.

She decided to start with Bill and Marylynn. Bill had expressed his approval of Marylynn's looks quite a few times.

"She's got the best-looking ass I've ever seen, Bill had often said."

"And what would you do with her ass if you could have it?" Sally questioned.

He would smack his lips and give her some sort of evasive answer. Sally decided that she would find out what Bill would do with Coach Marylynn once and for all. It might be interesting to watch. At least it would help her boredom.

She found Bill in the parking lot one afternoon after school. Earlier that day she had already told Marylynn to wait after class for her. Marylynn had gotten that look in her eye, and Sally had not bothered to tell the coach that it would not be her body that would be so ruthlessly used that evening.

Bill was leaning against a car talking with some of his friends. Sally sensed the other boys looking at her with appreciation as she approached.

"Bill," she said. "I've got to talk to you."

"Sure, Sally."

He walked away with her like an obedient puppy to the calls and jeers of his friends. Most of them knew that Sally was acquiring a reputation around school but they didn't know if she was actually doing all the things that rumor said she was doing.

Sally knew a great many of them would have given their right arm to find out.

"What is it, Sally?" Bill asked.

"I've got a surprise for, you, Bill," Sally said, taking his arm.

She could feel his muscles flex. He grinned at her.

"A surprise, huh. Well that's nice, Sally."

He allowed his hand to brush against her hip.

"Not me, silly," Sally said.

"Not you?" he asked. "Then what kind of surprise?"

"You'll see." Sally shrugged.

"Listen, Sally," he said. "I'm in no mood for your games. What kind of surprise?"

This time she didn't like the tone of his voice. Oddly enough it excited her a little. She had a faint hope that he was starting to act like a man. Sally dropped his arm.

"Okay," she said. "Go back to your friends. I don't have to talk to you when you get like this."

She faced him. His face was red with anger. She secretly hoped that he would grab her and slap her around a little and then carry her off to his car. She wanted him to. She knew that she would have been his willing slave if he'd only acted like a man. He didn't.

Instead his face softened and his eyes took on a pleading tone.

"Ahhh, gee, Sally," he said. "Don't be mad. I didn't mean anything."

"Okay, you're forgiven," Sally said. "Now be a good little boy and come on."

She started toward the gym sure that he would follow. He may have taken exception to her tone of voice again, but he followed just the same. Sally knew that he was hot for her body. She wanted to make him hotter. She stopped just inside the gym door and waited for him to enter.

She pressed herself against him.

"Sally," he said. "Sally."

She didn't feel sexy as she pressed her lips against his and pushed her tongue inside his mouth. She only felt a little excited by what was going to happen. She felt his hands cup her titties and she felt the bulge of his trousers. He was hot enough.

She pulled away from him.

"What are you doing to me, Sally?" he asked.

"Come on," she said. "Just a few steps more. Just a few little steps."

She took him into the back offices and then into the women's locker room.

"Jesus, Sally," he said. "I can't go in there."

"Are you afraid?" Sally asked, teasing.

"Then come on."

"But Jesus," he protested. "What if somebody sees?"

"That doesn't matter."

It mattered to him. Bill was worried. Sally had been acting strange for the past few days and this was one of her strangest acts. He could get expelled from school, or even worse, if he was caught back here. And he knew he could be easily caught because the girls' coach, Marylynn, had an office in the rear.

"Come on," Sally urged.

He wouldn't have gone if he hadn't been so hot. But those few minutes Sally pressed up against him had started an aching in his balls that he couldn't control.