J. Watson - Sally_s rape cure

He tried to kiss her and she realized that they were going to be awfully cramped and uncomfortable trying to do it in the front seat of his car. Sally knew that most boys carried a blanket in the trunk.

"Do you have a blanket?" Sally asked.

He stared at her in amazement.

"Yes," he answered.

Sally let the tips of her fingers touch his cock. She could feel the strong impatience in his trembling cock. She didn't blame him. She was impatient for him, too, now that she knew what a cock felt like.

"Why don't you get it?" Sally asked him.

She gave his cock another brisk rub before she got out of the car. Bill was quick to follow. He went around and unlocked the trunk and took the blanket out. He spread it on the ground and she sat down.

His cock had become limp and he seemed a little unsure of himself. She realized that Bill was just as unfamiliar about sex at she had been. She had to give him help. She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. She could feel his eyes feasting on the pink lips of her pussy.

"Come on," she said. "Put it in me, Bill."

She reached for his cock. Her sensitive fingers had him hard again in just moments. Bill knelt down and positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt.

Sally grasped his balls and rubbed them between her fingers. The she grasped his hips and pulled. He went into her easily and for the second time that day, the second time in her life, Sally felt a hot cock resting deep in her cunt.

She started moving her hips against him, loving the feel of his delicious cock filling her insides and rubbing against her hard clit.

"Oh Sally!" Bill moaned. "Oh Sally!"

"Fuck me Bill," she cried. "Fuck me hard!"

Bill was amazed to hear her say the words. She had never even so much as said damn in front of him. Not Sally. She was too pure, too sweet, too cold. But she was saying them. And her sweet voice was exciting him as nothing ever had.

He could feel an ache deep in his balls and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

Sally knew that her words had excited Bill. He was behaving like a rutting animal. He was driving his cock hard into her moist cunt with violent, rapid strokes. She loved it. God, how she loved it. She felt the first hot spurt of his cum and she urged him to fuck her faster.

"Oh God, Bill!" she cried. "You're making me come, Bill! I can feel you squirting! Oh God, Bill. We're coming together! Oh, it's wonderful!"

They collapsed together as his hard prick spurted the last of his thick cum.

Monday was a rainy day. Sally didn't mind the rain. It suited her mood. Bill came around trying to be friendly but Sally didn't feel like being friendly. She was mad at the world, although she really didn't have a good reason.

Her morning classes went badly. She answered her teachers with reluctance. She treated her friends with contempt, even her closest friends. Finally everyone seemed to get the idea and just left her alone.

Mr. Pucket held her after class. Mr. Pucket was a weak-looking, ineffectual teacher. Most of the students made fun of him, especially the girls. He seemed to be frustrated by the girls who wore short skirts and they would only make his frustrations worse by letting their dresses slide up and giving him teasing smiles.

Today Sally was in no mood for his lecturing.

"Sally," Mr. Pucket began. "You've been doing poorly this quarter. We're really going to have to do something about your grades."

"What did you have in mind, Mr. Pucket?" Sally asked sweetly.

Mr. Pucket looked uncomfortable. Sally had worn a tight-fitting pink pants suit to school that day. She could feel his eyes tracing the swell of her titties underneath her frilly blouse.

"Well I thought we might get some extra study in," Mr. Pucket said. "I just hate to see an intelligent girl like you doing so badly."

"More study," Sally said bitterly. "It seems like that's all I ever do."

"But the work is just not that hard, Sally," Mr. Pucket protested.

"I know that," Sally said. "It just seems like math and I don't get along."

"Nonsense," Mr. Pucket said. "All that it requires is a little more work on your part. You'd be surprised at how easy the answers seem once you put your mind to it."

Sally sighed with disgust. She hated math. She'd always gotten nervous over the figures required for math work, and her nervousness made everything seem so confusing. Besides, she hated study. She was smart enough so that she could make good grades in the rest of her classes without much of a problem.

Damn, Sally thought. She could see no way out of putting more time into her studying. Her parents had promised a new car for her birthday but she'd never get it if she failed any of her courses.

Sally looked up and saw Mr. Pucket look away guiltily. He had been staring at her tits again. A thought came to Sally. There was one way that she could make good grades and enjoy herself. She was almost shocked at her thoughts. She would have never even considered such a possibility a few days before. But she had lost her virginity the night of the dance and now she had nothing to lose. She was smart enough to know what to do to keep from getting pregnant.

She looked at Mr. Pucket in a different light. He really wasn't such a bad-looking man. He was skinny and balding, but that would make things easier for her. It had probably been a long time since he'd had a good-looking girl.

Of course, her seduction of Mr. Pucket would require some thought. He was interested in her but he wasn't panting hotly like Bill had been. He would be harder to seduce than a boy her own age.

"I know I need to do more work," Sally admitted. "But I don't like to work alone. Maybe we could get together after school, Mr. Pucket? Then I could really get some work done with you helping me with my problems."

She almost laughed out loud at his expression. She could tell he was torn by his feelings as a teacher and as a man. He wanted to be alone with her but he didn't want to risk it. She was gad he was so dedicated because his love of teaching finally won out.

"Okay, Sally," Mr. Pucket said. "We can get together. Shall we start this afternoon?"

"That would be nice, Mr. Pucket," Sally shrugged. "I'll come back as soon as school is over with."

Sally left his room with a swish of her backside. She liked the way his eyes followed her. It made her feel warm inside. She knew what was going to happen that afternoon, even if Mr. Pucket thought they were only going to study.

Sally went through the rest of the day in a happier mood. She knew that before Duke had fucked her she would have never thought of seducing her teacher for a good grade. She had read about situations like that but she'd never believed them.

All that day Sally thought of ways that she could seduce Mr. Pucket. Thinking of his naked body made her warm. He would be desperate for pussy, she thought. Especially for a young thing like Sally. She could hardly wait for the last bell to ring.

Bill was waiting for her outside the door to her last class. She gave him a look of impatience. Bill was okay, but she had other things on her mind.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Bill asked.

"If you want to wait that long," Sally said. "But I've got to study with Mr. Pucket tonight."

"I thought you hated math," Bill said.

"I do," Sally said. "I have to do something to get my grades up or I'll flunk that silly course. My parents would beat me with a board if I failed a class."

She almost giggled as Bill walked away dejectedly. She certainly wasn't going to fail her math course. She was going to do something to get her grades, although she didn't think Bill would ever suspect what it was, Bill was so foolish that he thought he had taken her virginity away. Sally let him go on thinking that. She might need him in the future.