J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

Marylynn did as she was directed. She was told to bend over the desk so that her ass was high in the air and easily entered. She knew she was going to experience pain but she didn't care. Anything to please Sally. Anything.

Bill's cock was soft. Sally walked over to him and put her warm hand to his limp prick. She started running her fingers up and down the loose skin.

"We've got to get you hard if you're going to fuck her in the ass," Sally said.

"Maybe we shouldn't," Bill suggested. "She doesn't want to."

"It doesn't matter what she wants. She'll do as she's told."

Bill's prick was growing hard. She gave the cock-head a flick with her finger. A little drop of white pre-cum appeared on the end.

"You're about ready," Sally said. "Now let's get you lubricated."

Sally had never tongued Bill's cock before. Now she did. She went down on her knees and ran her mouth up and down on his sweaty cock. She got him well oiled with her saliva. She stood back up.

"Okay," she said. "Now show me how you fuck a teacher in the ass."

Bill still wasn't sure of himself but he was sure that he was horny as hell.

Coach Marylynn's ass looked so inviting. He knew it would be tight and warm in her plump ass. He walked to her and stooped. His prick was pressed against her tight little anus and he gave a little push.

Marylynn grunted with pain. She almost screamed out loud as his cock pushed into her snug ass. There was no stopping him now.

Bill didn't feel sorry for her any longer. All he cared about was the tight walls of her ass closing around his cock. It was much like he imagined it. Tight and warm and massaging his cock as he pushed his way into her.

"Oh God," Marylynn screamed. "Stop him! Oh please stop him!"

"Shut up," Sally said.

Sally was excited by the way his thick cock was pushing into Marylynn's ass. She drew closer. She put a hand around the part of Bill's prick that was still outside Marylynn's ass.

"Give it a shove, Bill," she urged him. "Put it in her. Put it in her to the balls."

"Gaaaaa," Marylynn screamed as Bill did as Sally suggested. He gave a hard shove and his prick went into her ass up to his balls. It was a hot, tight fit.

He could already feel his cock-head expanding and the tickle in his balls. He knew he wasn't going to last for long.

"Fuck her," Sally demanded. "Fuck her hard."

Sally went back to her chair. Bill started fucking Marylynn hard. She could see the quick movements of his hips and the way his hot prick plunged deeply between the quivering buttocks. It was finer than Sally had imagined.

"Oh fuck!" Bill cried. "Oh fuck! I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, I'm going to come!"

And then his hips were jerking wildly as he poured his load of hot cum into Marylynn's ass.

Sally was so turned on by the episode with Marylynn and Bill that she decided to try other combinations. In the weeks that followed she put nearly every teacher in the school through humiliation and shame. But she was soon bored by even this.

Sally wasn't even sure what she wanted anymore. She kept having strange dreams at night – dreams in which she was being humiliated. She knew she wanted to find a real man among the men of town. She hadn't yet. Every man she met seemed to fall over backwards for her.

And then she met Duke again.

It was what she had been waiting on. She had looked forward to this meeting with longing for so long. Here was the man who had taken her precious virginity. The big, tough man who would know how to treat her.

She first saw his Cadillac parked outside a building that she and Bill were going past.

"Stop the car," Sally commanded. "What?" Bill asked.

"Don't ask questions. Just stop the car."

"Where?"

"Right there. Beside that car."

Bill pulled over to the curb. Sally could feel her heart hammering as she jumped out of Bill's car. It was the same car. The same color and the same make. She took a glance into the front seat. The same car.

"You can leave me here," Sally said.

"Leave you?" Bill questioned. "But I can't leave you here. Right here in the middle of town."

"Yes you can," Sally said.

"But where will you go? What are you doing? You can't just stay here. Who will bring you home?"

"I'll find somebody."

Bill didn't like the sound of that. He got out of the car and walked around and took her arm. He pulled her close to him. She shrugged loose from him.

"Leave me," she said.

"No. I can't leave you here. Where will you go by yourself?"

Sally pointed to a building. "There."

Bill was shocked. "You can't go in there. That's a bar. They'll never let you in."

"I'll get in," Sally said. "I have to see somebody."

"You couldn't know anybody in there."

"I do," Sally said.

She was getting impatient with all his questions. She wanted him to leave so that she could go in and find Duke. She could still see his broad shoulders and hear his demanding tone of voice. He would know how to treat her. He wouldn't be so weak and allow her to run over him. He would be strong and forceful, the way he'd been with her first.

"I can't leave you here," Bill said.

Sally slapped him across the face. Her small hand couldn't hurt him but he looked surprised.

"Now get the hell out of here," Sally said. "I've got no time for you now."

Bill got into the car. He was mad as hell at being treated this way but he was tired of fighting with Sally. Let something bad happen to her. He had tried to get her to leave. Bill put the car into gear and laid rubber getting away.

Sally watched him. She forgot about him almost as soon as she turned around. She was thinking of Duke. Her Duke. The man who would know how to make her happy. Sally wasn't bored anymore. She could feel a warmth seeping between her legs.

The bar was small and cramped. A few men lingered over their beers on dusty tables. She looked around for Duke. She didn't see him. She walked across the room directly toward the bartender. He glared at her with suspicious eyes.

"You can't have a drink," he said. "We don't serve children. Now get the hell out of my bar before the cops come in!"

Sally made her voice icy.

"I wouldn't take one of your dirty drinks," she said. "I'm looking for a man named Duke. Do you know where I can find him?"

"What do you want him for?"

"None of your damn business," Sally answered. The bartender was a little shaken. He had met all kinds, but this innocent-looking girl talked like she had been around. He wondered what she wanted with Duke. Duke had a lot of girls but not many like this.

"I don't think I'm going to tell you," he said. "Not unless you give me more information. Duke just don't hand out his address to anybody."

Out of the corner of his eye the bartender saw one of the regulars coming near. He was a tall, blond man who had once been built pretty good but was slowly developing into a soft pot from too much drinking. The bartender realized he was hoping to pick up the girl.

The bartender started to warn the man that he was messing with jailbait but then he decided not to. He would see how the girl handled herself. Maybe she wasn't as tough as she sounded.

"Hello, sweets," the man said.

Sally looked up to see an obese man standing near her. He put one hand on her shoulder. Sally smiled at him sweetly even though her stomach was turning over in disgust. He smelled bad and he was bloated from beer.

"Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" he asked.

"I don't drink," Sally said.

"You don't? Well, what do you do, honey?"

He leaned closer to her so that his foul breath was blowing in her face. He let his hand slide down and began rubbing her hip.

"What do you do?" he asked again. "Maybe there's something I can help you with."