J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

He knew he was getting near his come. He pulled back and let her lick the underside of his prick until he had calmed a little. Then he allowed her to suck his prick back into her mouth again.

He couldn't stand it. The hot, moist mouth was licking and sucking every inch of his big prick. He could feel his balls aching to rid themselves of his heavy load. He just couldn't stand it another moment.

"God!" he cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to flood your hot mouth with my cum! Oh Dear Sweet Jesus! Here I come! Here I fucking comeeeeee!"

His prick exploded into her mouth. He expected her to pull away. He never expected her to take it all as she did. Marylynn took every drop of his thick whiteness and swallowed it down. She didn't spill a drop and she kept her mouth against his cock until he quit trembling.

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned as he quit pumping his semen into her hot and willing mouth.

She fell away from him and then sat down on the edge of her desk. She could still taste his semen in her mouth. A strong, salty flavor. Marylynn looked over at Sally and felt her blood start to run hot.

Sally had her legs crossed and she was rubbing them together. Her skirt was above her thighs and Coach Marylynn could see her yellow panties and some of the pubic hairs peeking out.

Sally noticed the look. She had not expected to get so hot watching Marylynn suck off Bill. But the whole scene had made her very hot. Now Bill's prick was limp and would, be for a while. But there were other ways for Sally to get off.

Sally parted her legs so that Marylynn could see right up her dress. So could Bill. He looked at her in puzzlement and then at his limp prick.

"I can't do anything for you now, Sally," he said. "Just wait a minute or two."

It had probably not occurred to him that Marylynn might be able to do something for Sally.

"You don't have to do anything," Sally said. "I think we can make you hard again. And then you have another promise to keep."

"Another promise," Bill repeated.

"Yes," Sally said. "But we'll talk about that later."

Sally was thinking about Bill's appreciation of Marylynn's ass. Sally had seen a man fucking a woman in the ass in the porno movie Bill had taken her to. She had thought about it a lot afterwards. Not her. It would hurt too bad. But she would like to see it done to someone else. Someone like Marylynn.

"We'll talk about it after we get you hard," Sally said. "And I know just how to get you hard."

"How?" Bill asked.

He was getting interested. He saw the looks Marylynn kept giving Sally. He knew that women made it together but he had never seen it in the flesh. He could feel a stirring of his cock already.

"Come here," Sally commanded Marylynn. "I'm hot for your tongue."

Marylynn was there in a moment. This was the kind of thing that Marylynn really enjoyed – she would suck a cock if that was what Sally wanted, but it was only to get to Sally. Sally helped by raising her hips as Marylynn pulled the yellow panties down.

Sally leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She felt the first hesitant flick of the tongue between her legs. She was already juicy and she knew it wouldn't take long to bring her off, especially with a tongue as experienced as Marylynn's.

Coach Marylynn's tongue slipped inside Sally's hot box and Sally started squirming her hips against the hot and probing tongue. The tongue found her clit. Her tiny bud was already filled with blood and very sensitive. The first touch of Marylynn's tongue sent hot shivers through her cunt.

"Eat me," Sally cried. "Eat me up good!"

Explosion after explosion rocked Sally's body as Marylynn's tongue kept probing.

"Jesus!" Sally cried. "I'm going to come! Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Oh fuck! Oh Christ! Oh fuckkkkk, I'm comingggggg!"

She grabbed the back of Marylynn's head and kept her pushed into her hot cunt. She flooded Marylynn's tongue with her juices. Marylynn lapped them up loudly.

"Ahhhhhh, Jesus!" Sally moaned.

She opened her eyes again. Bill was standing near the desk. He had been turned on by the sight of Marylynn eating out Sally. His prick was so hard and jutting.

"Ummm," Sally said. "That's what I like to see. A man who rises to the opportunity."

"You said something about a promise," Bill said.

Sally smiled.

She pushed Marylynn away. Marylynn looked tired but happy. Sally had a feeling that the next thing she asked of Marylynn was not going to add to her happiness.

"Take off the rest of your clothes," Sally said.

Marylynn nodded. She only wished that Sally didn't make her fuck men. She didn't like to have those things up her cunt. Even her husband's cock disappointed her.

Coach Marylynn felt Bill's hot eyes on her bare skin as she stripped out of her clothes. She felt his eyes go down to her thick bush.

"Jesus!" Bill said in awe. "What a bush."

"Keep your eyes off it," Sally said. "That's not what you promised you'd do."

Bill suddenly understood. He had been talking about Marylynn's sweet ass for a long time. Everybody in school had heard him say something about it. And now Sally wanted him to make good his words. Well, Bill didn't mind. He'd never had a woman in the ass, but now was as good a time to start as any.

"I see what you mean," Bill said. "Turn around, baby. I want to take another look at your sweet ass."

Marylynn turned red. She turned to the wall and presented to him the plump cheeks of her ass. She felt his hot eyes devouring her.

"Good," Bill said. "I ought to get a nice ride out of those."

Marylynn turned around quickly.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"He's going to fuck you in the ass," Sally explained. "That's what he promised me he was going to do and Bill always keeps his promises."

Marylynn was horrified.

"Oh, no he's not," Marylynn said. "This has gone far enough. I won't allow that."

"Oh yes you will!" Sally countered.

"You little bitch," Marylynn said. "You won't get away with it this time. I won't let you. You can't make me do this. Not ever. Now get your panties on and get the fuck out of my office!"

Marylynn was trembling with rage.

Sally saw Bill starting to dress and Sally held up her hand to stop him. She smiled softly at Marylynn.

"You know I can make you," Sally said.

"You can't make me do that."

Sally stood up. Marylynn was ready for her this time. She backed up before Sally could swing. Sally started for her again.

"I'm going to clobber you," Marylynn said. "I'm stronger than you are. Much stronger. Come another step and I'll bust you. I'm not going to do that. Anything but that." Marylynn's eyes took on a pleading expression. "Please, Sally."

"You're going to do it!" Sally insisted.

Marylynn didn't have the will to swing at Sally like she had promised. Sally caught one weak swing of Coach Marylynn's hand with her own.

Sally began to strike her. They weren't hard blows but they were consistent and left red imprints across Marylynn's face. Marylynn was defeated. She was pushed back against the wall and she quit trying to defend herself. Marylynn went down to her knees.

"Please, Sally," Marylynn begged. "Please don't make me."

Sally continued to strike her. She felt the old sense of power surge through her. She could feel Bill's eyes on them. She knew he would be shocked, unable to move. He probably couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Sally quit because her arm grew tired. She lifted Marylynn's head by the hair.

"You called me a bitch," Sally whispered.

"I didn't mean it," Marylynn said. "I didn't mean it."

"Who's the bitch around here?" Sally asked.

"I am," Marylynn said quickly. "I'm the bitch! I'm the bitch! I'm the bitch! I'M THE BITCH!"

"That's better," Sally said, releasing her head. "Now stand up and walk to the desk."