J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

Sally hoped it wouldn't take much to seduce Mr. Pucket. She already felt warm between her thighs and she had no patience for going over silly math problems. Taking no chances, she stopped off at the bathroom before she went to Mr. Pucket's class. She made sure she was alone and then she stripped off her blouse and bra. She put her blouse back on. She then surveyed herself in the bathroom mirror.

She wasn't really showing anything. The big brown outline of her nipples could barely be seen. But it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She smiled with a smug satisfaction. Mr. Pucket certainly couldn't resist those tits very long.

Mr. Pucket was sitting behind his desk grading papers when she entered his classroom. She shut the door and put her math books on his desk.

"Are you ready to begin?" Sally asked.

"Just a moment, Sally," he said. "Just let me finish these last papers."

Sally went over and looked out the window as he finished grading his papers. She could see the parking lot. She saw Bill opening the door to his car for Judith Thorne. Judith was the class whore. It was rumored that Judith had fucked nearly every boy in school. A few days before and Sally would have been mad as hell. Today she just shrugged it off. So what if Bill wanted some pussy? She certainly didn't blame him. Now that she knew how much fun sex was. If she had been a boy she'd have been after all the pussy she could get.

"Okay, Sally," Mr. Pucket said. "Let's get down to business."

Sally turned around slowly and held herself so that he would be sure to see the outlines of her nipples thought the fabric of her blouse. He did see. She saw him swallow nervously and try to tear his eyes away. He couldn't seem to look anywhere else but at her titties.

"Yes," Sally said. "Let's get down to business." She pulled her desk up close to his chair so that her knee was almost pressed against his own. The top two buttons of her blouse were already undone. She knew that when she leaned over Mr. Pucket could look down her blouse and see a bare strip of her pink flesh.

Mr. Pucket opened her math book. She brushed her long brown hair back from her collar in a sexy way and bent her head so that she could pretend to be looking at the pages. He cleared his throat. She knew he was looking down the front of her blouse at the top of her twin peaks.

She risked a glance at his crotch. He was getting hard as she knew he would be. Good, she thought. That was the way she wanted him. Hot and randy. And it wasn't taking very much for her to get him turned on.

"All right, Sally," Mr. Thicket said. "First let's look at page twenty-five. This is where you screwed…"

He stopped suddenly, embarrassed over his selection of words. He cleared his throat again. She gave him an innocent look.

"Where you messed up the last exam," he continued. "Now let's look at the value of these problems."

For a long while she pretended to be interested in the problems on the page, but she had little idea of what he was talking about. She had her attention on his eyes and the way he kept looking down the front of her blouse. Twice she moved a little so that he could get a full view of her creamy titties. He could almost see her nipples.

He sent over all of the things she'd already heard in class. Some of it Sally knew and some of it was foreign to her. She didn't understand it any better when he finished.

"Now," Mr. Pucket said. "We've gone over a few things. Let me ask you a few questions to see how much you've learned."

He started to ask her questions. She was honest enough to answer the ones she knew. She just shrugged her shoulders at the ones she didn't.

"Sally," Mr. Pucket said in exasperation. "You've got to pay attention. You're not going to learn anything unless you pay attention."

She could feel a lecture coming on. She didn't want to get him started on a lecture or she'd never be able to get him where she wanted him to be. She knew she had to shock him and shock him fast.

"You've certainly been paying enough attention for both of us," Sally said.

He pretended not to understand what she had said. He gave her a puzzled look.

"I don't understand," he said.

"My titties," Sally said. "You've been looking at my titties."

"I-I have not," Mr. Pucket stammered.

Sally stood up and walked around the room. She looked out of the window a few minutes while listening to his breathing. She knew he was trying to think of something to say in his defense. Sally walked back and sat down in her chair. She leaned close to him.

"All this gets me down," Sally said. "I just can't do it."

"Of course you can," he said.

"I just wish there was something else I could do," Sally said. "Something else for a good grade. Isn't there anything else I can do?"

She took a chance. She leaned across him and let her hot hand rest on his knee and she began to rub.

"Sally," he gasped. "You don't know what you're doing."

"I know what I'm saying," Sally said. "I'm willing to do anything for a good grade."

She had him really turned on. The bulge in his crotch was about to burst through his trousers. He strained to see more of her tits. She moved her hot knees closer to his. She started rubbing her knee against him as she caressed his leg.

"Do you like this?" Sally asked.

She allowed her hand to slip farther up his thigh. She could feel the heat coming through his trousers. His hand was on her shoulder. He started pulling her close.

"Y-Yes," he trembled. "I like it."

She felt his lips brush against her own. He seemed to be trying to take control of himself. He pulled back from her. There were a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"This is crazy," he said. "I can't go through with this."

"Can't you?" Sally asked.

Sally got out of her chair and walked to the door. She locked it. She walked to the windows and pulled the shades down, then turned around to look at Mr. Pucket. He hadn't moved. His hands were clutching his desk so hard that his fingers were turning white.

"I know what you'd like," Sally said.

She started to unbutton her blouse. Mr. Pucket looked down at the floor. He was trembling. He spoke in a nervous whisper. "We can't."

Sally finished unbuttoning her blouse and she slipped it off hey shoulders. Mr. Pucket looked back up at her. His eyes were burning holes in her full titties. She knew that she had him under her control. Now he would do anything she asked of him.

"Oh God!" he rasped.

She walked softly across the room and sat down in his lap. She pressed her huge titties against the rough fabric of his shirt. His hand caressed her back and then cupped her left titty.

"Why don't you kiss me, Mr. Pucket?" Sally asked.

His lips were gentle as he pressed them against hen. He was growing short of breath. He pushed her away.

"This is crazy," he said. "We can't be doing this. We can't be."

She rubbed her full ass against the hard bulge in his trousers. He kissed her again and this time his tongue went into her mouth hard and demanding.

Now both hands came up and grasped her titties. He squeezed them like he was kneading dough. He kept squeezing them and flicking the nipples until Sally started to grow hot.

"Oh God, Sally," he moaned. "Oh God!"

She slipped out of his lap. He reached for her but she danced out of his way.

"I think I should make an A in math this quarter," Sally said. "That should please my parents."

"But you've flunked nearly every test," he protested. "How would I explain a grade like that."

"You'll think of something," Sally said. "Agree to an A or I put my clothes back on and walk out of here. I don't think you'd like that."

"Okay," he said. "Anything you ask."

She sat down on the edge of his desk. She liked the way his eyes devoured her naked titties. It made her feel warm inside. She also liked the way he licked his lips. He wanted her and very badly.