J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

Sally lifted her tits up toward him.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Sally asked.

"Oh, God, yes," he answered.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Sally asked.

"Yes," he groaned. "I think you're beautiful. You really are beautiful."

She got an impish delight in teasing him. She had never been quite so happy.

"Take my pants off," she commanded him.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and slid his hands underneath the waist of her pants and tugged them down. She stretched her long legs out as he pulled her pink pants off.

"Eat me," Sally said. "Eat my pussy."

She watched as he pressed his face to her panties.

"Undress first," she commanded. "Undress and eat my pussy."

Quickly Mr. Pucket started tearing his clothes off. He revealed a skinny body and a not very impressive cock. Even Bill had a better cock.

Still, he excited Sally. He excited her mostly by the control she had over him. He fell to his knees once more. He stared kissing her thighs. His hands slipped under her panties and drew them down her legs. She opened her legs wider so that he was looking into the quivering pink lips of her hot pussy.

She put her hands behind his head and pulled him closer. His tongue licked at her vulva and she shivered. Evidently Mr. Pucket had eaten pussy before. He was no novice at using his tongue. He licked the outside of her cunt until she was hot and juicy.

Then she felt a shiver of delight as his wet tongue entered her. He rubbed his tongue against her sensitive pussy wall.

"Ummmmm," Sally moaned. "That's good. That's really good, Mr. Pucket."

He didn't have an impressive cock but his tongue was fat and long. He continued licking the side of her cunt until she grabbed him by the hair and ground him into her moist cunt.

She almost screamed as his tongue flicked against her hard clit.

"Oh, Christ!" she cried. "That's wonderful! Oh, do that again!"

Once more he lashed his tongue at her clit and delightful spasms shocked her body. She tugged him closer even closer to her cunt. He used his tongue to capture her clit between his sucking lips. He nibbled on them until she knew it wasn't going to be long before she climaxed. This was delightful. This was as good as a thick cock. Well, almost as good.

"Oh God," she said. "I'm going to come. Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Eat me good, Mr. Pucket! Eat me good! Oh fuck, I'm going to come!"

She didn't allow him to pull his face back as she released her hot juices into his mouth. She made him swallow the juices and she was turned on even more by the sound of his sucking mouth. She shuddered. She quit grinding her cunt against his face and allowed him to raise his head.

"Oh Jesus," she said. "Mr. Pucket, you certainly know how to eat a girl right!"

Sally leaned back on his desk, spreading her legs wide. She was lying on his books and papers but she didn't care. She made a motion with her finger for him to take her.

"Come on," she said. "Fuck me with that thing!"

Mr. Pucket's small cock was sticking up straight and hard when he crawled up on the desk and stretched out on top of her. His cock slipped in easily and she felt him stretching her even with his small thing.

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

She knew he couldn't last long and she was right. He pumped only a few minutes before she felt the first hot spurt of his juice against her insides. She ground herself against him as his cum filled her.

She felt wonderful now that she had discovered the kind of power her sexy young body could give her.

Sally had made a discovery about herself. She loved sex but she loved the power sex gave her almost as much. She hadn't realized men would go so crazy over a simple fuck. She could control them by the simple act of opening her thighs to them. She was about to make the same discovery about women.

She had gym class the next morning. They played basketball and had their regular exercises and then the coach told them to hit the showers.

"I bet she'd like to go with us," one of the girls remarked, as they walked into the showers.

"You said it," another girl said. "Her eyes make me crawly sometimes. In fact, she gives me the same looks my boy friend gives me."

Sally overheard their conversation by accident but it made her curious to find out more. She followed the two girls in the back locker area as they started to strip off their gym clothes.

"What did you mean by that?" Sally asked.

"By what?" the girl asked.

"When you were talking about Coach Marylynn's eyes."

"Oh," the girl said. "Didn't you know? The girls think she's a dyke. You know, hot for another girl's body."

Sally did know. She wondered what it would be like to have the same kind of power over a woman as she'd had over Mr. Pucket. And she wondered what it would be like to have a woman kiss and fondle her. She was sure it was exciting.

She remembered some of the looks that the girls were talking about. She'd just never thought much about them before. Now she remembered those hot, lonely looks from the coach. Almost the same kind of look that Mr. Pucket used to look at the young girls in his classes.

Sally was curious as to why Coach Marylynn was like she was. Sally knew she had a good-looking husband. Sally had seen him before. A big, brutal-looking man, a coach at the high school.

Sally took her shower and then dressed. She examined herself in the mirror. The skirt came down to just above her knees and her pretty legs were well shown off in a new pair of stockings.

Sally knew she was about the best-looking thing in school.

She was about to remove her books from her locker and go to study hall when she hesitated. Maybe Coach Marylynn could use a little company for just a few minutes. A warm flush went through Sally as she thought of the coach's trim figure and pretty looks. There were a lot of possibilities with Coach Marylynn.

Coach Marylynn had the power to excuse her from gym. Plus the high gym grade that Sally just never seemed to get. And then there were the cheerleading tryouts in the next few weeks. Sally was nearly always chosen, but it would make things easier if she thought she would get it without trying too hard – and Coach Marylynn always made the final decision on the cheerleaders.

A soft smile came to Sally's face. Yes, there were all sorts of possibilities.

She waited until the rest of the girls were gone and then she walked back to Coach Marylynn's office. Coach Marylynn was diagramming a basketball play on the blackboard. She always dressed the same. She had on gray gym clothes that hid her figure. Sally wondered what she would look like underneath the bulky sweat clothes.

"Are you busy, Coach Marylynn?"

Coach Marylynn turned around and her eyes widened. The expression on her face told Sally that the coach would never be too busy for Sally.

"No," she said. "How are you doing, Sally? And what can I do for you?"

"I just thought I'd like to talk a while," Sally said.

Sally sat down and crossed her legs so that her skirt slid back to reveal a large expanse of white thigh. She could feel the coach's hungry eyes on her bare flesh as Sally tugged at her skirt. She knew her legs were good and that they were exciting Marylynn.

"Aren't you afraid of missing class?" Marylynn asked.

"I have study ball next period," Sally explained. "It's so dull in there."

"What did you want to talk about?"

"About anything. My next class after study hall is math and I've been doing so well that I've been excused."

"Oh," Marylynn said. "I thought you were doing badly in math."

"Not anymore," Sally said. "Now I'm making good grades in math. Mr. Pucket has been keeping me after school for study."

"I see."