J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

He needed some pussy and Sally's was the best in school. But damn, she was a crazy girl! He couldn't help himself. He followed her into the darkness of the gym locker room. Sally flipped on a light.

"Goddamn," he whispered. "Turn that off!"

"What's the matter?" Sally asked. "Are you afraid somebody will see you?"

"Jesus Christ!" he said. "You know I am. Coach Marylynn's office is just back there."

"But that's where we're going, love," Sally said.

"Jesus Christ!" Bill said again.

He knew that Sally had flipped. It would be just like her to want to fuck in one of the teacher's rooms. And what better room than Marylynn's room. It was hidden. It was just that walking through the girls' gym locker was making him nervous as hell.

They came out into the hallway. Bill could see Marylynn's room at the end of the hall. He felt a lump in his throat.

"Wait here," Sally said.

Bill waited as Sally walked cautiously up the hall. Sally was acting for Bill's benefit. She already knew that Marylynn would be in the room waiting.

Sally pushed open the door. Marylynn sat behind her desk. She had changed from the gray bulky gym clothes to a skirt and blouse. Sally was glad she had. It made the coach more appealing.

"Hello, Sally," Marylynn said. "You haven't come to see me in a while."

"I've been busy," Sally said.

"No matter. You're here now."

Marylynn got up from behind the desk and walked around to get close to Sally. Sally saw the woman had let her hair down. Sally thought that the coach really was a pretty girl with her dark eyes and young expression. Sally could see why Bill went for her.

"I'm glad you came, Sally," Marylynn said. "I've been missing you."

Coach Marylynn kissed her. It was a soft, pleading kiss. The kind Sally got from her men when they were hungry for her. She allowed Marylynn to fondle the cheeks of her ass before she pulled away.

"I'm not alone," Sally said. "I've brought a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yes. You know my boy friend Bill?"

"I know him, but why did you bring him here?"

"Because he likes you," Sally said. "He really likes your ass."

"My ass!" Marylynn looked puzzled. "But what's that got to do with us?"

Marylynn seemed to realize what Sally was hinting at. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Surely you can't mean…"

"I do mean," Sally said.

"I won't do it. I've never allowed another man to touch me. I just won't."

"Yes you will," Sally said.

Sally remembered what had to be done the last time Marylynn refused to do something. In fact, Sally had hoped that the coach might refuse her. She had enjoyed the hot thrill that had gone through her when she had slapped the woman.

"I can't," Marylynn said.

Sally was ready. She slapped Coach Marylynn as hard as she could. A hot fire went through Sally's legs. She slapped the coach until her hands were stinging and Marylynn was sobbing softly. Sally caressed one of Marylynn's titties through her blouse.

"You'll do anything I say, Coach Marylynn," Sally said softly. "I own you."

"Yes," Marylynn whispered.

"I'm going now to get Bill," Sally said. "Now you're not going to argue with me anymore."

"No," Marylynn promised.

Sally walked outside. Bill was still down at the end of the hall. Sally almost had to lean against the door for her knees felt so weak. Why couldn't she find someone who would slap her around like that? She knew that, deep in her heart, being someone's slave was what she desired.

"Duke," she moaned. "Where are you, Duke?"

"Sally," Bill called. "Is everything all right, Sally?"

Bill had been standing there listening to the sounds in the office. Twice he had almost run away. Only his need of Sally kept him standing there. He had thought he heard voices in the office and the sound of someone being slapped. He hoped it hadn't been Sally.

Sally straightened up and smiled at Bill.

"Yes," she said. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. Why don't you come on?"

Bill walked up the hall. Sally took him by the hand and led him into the office. At first he didn't see the coach. She was standing against the far wall. He stopped in shock when he did see her. His mouth fell open.

"Close your mouth," Sally said. "Haven't you ever seen a woman before?"

"But I thought…"

"I know what you thought," Sally said. "You thought I was bringing you in here to fuck. But you were wrong. I brought you in here to perform."

"To perform?" Bill asked.

He didn't understand. All that he could think of was being caught in the back locker room and kicked out of school. Being kicked out of school wasn't so bad. But being kicked out because he was back here would be thought perverted.

Marylynn reached up and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. Now Bill really was shocked. He watched as she undid the blouse down the front and shrugged it from her shoulders. She was wearing a slim black bra. She reached behind her back and unhooked it. Bill swallowed as her small but well-rounded titties were exposed.

"Where do you want us?" Marylynn asked.

"On the desk," Sally said.

On the desk? Bill couldn't believe it was happening but Marylynn was cleaning off the desk. Bill started getting the idea, and he liked it. He had always been turned on my Marylynn. Her slender body and well-rounded ass had caused him to bulge every time he looked at her.

He looked curiously at Sally. Sally had taken a chair near the door.

"She's yours," Sally said. "She's your to do with as you please. Anything you please. Do you understand? Anything. Now let's see if you perform as well as you talk."

Bill felt his prick start to ache. He quickly stripped off his shirt and his trousers. He saw Marylynn's eyes going down to the bulge in his shorts.

Bill took Sally at her word. If Marylynn was really his to do as he pleased, then there were a couple of things he'd always had fantasies about. "Come here," Bill commanded.

He didn't know if his command would be obeyed or not. He was overjoyed to see Marylynn walk toward him. She stopped just inches from him and he placed his hands on her small, firm titties. He rubbed his hands over them and teased the nipples and they became hard under his rough caress.

"Your knees," he said. "On your knees."

Marylynn still had on her skirt, panties, and shoes. She pressed her skirt in about her knees and dropped to the floor. Her eyes were on a level with his bulging cock.

"Oh," Sally clapped her hands. "This is fine. You're both doing just fine."

Marylynn felt a little sick. But she knew she was going to have to do as Sally commanded. Somehow she could refuse Sally nothing.

Marylynn grasped the boy's shorts and pulled them down his legs. His hard prick jumped up stiff and ready. His red crown already leaked a little drop of pearly white ooze.

"Suck me!" Bill said.

This was one fantasy he'd always had. Having a teacher on her knees sucking his prong. It was wonderful. He looked down at her mass of black hair as she pressed her face into his crotch. He felt her tongue.

Her tongue felt wet and hot as it licked the end of his prick. He knew she was licking away the drop of salty jism that had already popped out of his cock-head. God, how he loved that wet tongue licking around the tip of his cock-head. Delicious shivers went up and down his body. He looked over at Sally. Sally had her mouth open licking her lips.

"Take me in your mouth," Bill said.

He felt Marylynn's hot, wet mouth engulfed his hard prick. He went deep into her throat and his entire cock tingled with the pleasure of his entry.

"Dear Jesus!" he cried. "Oh dear Jesus! This is fantastic!"

She started sucking hard on him and using her tongue to surround his stiffness. She pulled him even deeper into her throat and her tongue flicked at his balls. Even his balls! My God, his balls were slowly being pulled into her mouth. She was eating him alive.