J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

Sally knew she didn't really understand, but Sally wasn't going to explain it. She could imagine the look on Marylynn's face if she told her exactly what kind of studies she had been doing. Sally only smiled and tugged at her dress again.

Sally wished that she'd thought to take her bra off the way she'd done with Mr. Pucket. But it really didn't matter because Marylynn was looking hard enough anyway.

Sally looked up too quickly and caught the guilty, staring eyes.

"Do you like what you're seeing?" Sally asked. "I know, the boys seem to like me."

A red flush came to Marylynn's face along with a shocked expression. She knew that the girls were aware of the glances she had given them, but it had never really mattered. She was not going to approach any of them so they would never be really sure.

She had certainly never expected a girl like Sally to ask her a question like this.

"I don't know what you mean…"

"Sure you do," Sally said. "You've got hot eyes. I just wondered if you like me. The boys say I have a good body. A sexy body. Do you think I have a sexy body?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad," Sally said. "You're pretty nice, too, but you wear all those thick clothes."

"It's part of the program," Coach Marylynn said.

"You like looking at girls, don't you?" Sally asked.

It was true that she liked to look at girls. She had always liked to look at them since her early days as a gym student. She'd never done anything about it; she had only been curious. She'd convinced herself that she really didn't want to touch another woman but she was just curious as all girls are about one another.

The truth was, she couldn't help thinking about how much different it would be with a young girl instead of the hard, brutal rutting of the man she had married. How much different would it feel to hold a lithe young body against her softly instead of the hard muscles of her husband?

"I think you'd better leave," Marylynn said.

"Why?" Sally asked. "The class is always talking about how you look at them. Some of them even think you'd like to touch. Would you like to touch, Coach Marylynn?"

Marylynn closed her eyes and tried to stop her pounding heart. It wasn't fair. She had worked so hard and she'd never approached any of the girls. There would be an ugly scandal now. She would lose her job, her marriage. It wasn't fair.

"You're talking crazy," Marylynn said. "I think you'd better go on to class."

"I'm not talking crazy," Sally said. "Think about this. What if I tore my blouse and ran down the hall screaming? What do you think people would think went on in here? Do you think they would tell me I was talking crazy?"

Marylynn swallowed nervously.

"What do you want from me, Sally?"

Sally looked around the room. She saw the picture sitting on Marylynn's desk. A picture of her husband. He was a dark-featured man with curling black hair. He reminded Sally a little of Duke. He had the same sexy eyes.

Then Sally knew what she wanted.

"Him," Sally said.

"My husband!" Marylynn said incredulously. "You want my husband?"

"I do," Sally said. "And maybe a few other things. I haven't decided everything. We can talk about the other things later."

"You're crazy!"

"Maybe," Sally said. "Maybe not. But I know one thing. You're going to do any little thing I ask."

"Get out of my office!"

Sally sat up straight in her chair. She got a look of intense pain on her face. She ripped off the top button of her blouse. Then the next. She saw Marylynn's eyes go wide as the top of her bra and the pink flesh of her tits started to be revealed. Sally stopped.

"What are you doing?"

"I think you know," Sally said. Sally let her eyes get teary. She found it surprisingly easy to do.

"I was just minding my own business," Sally said, her voice choked with emotion. "Coach Marylynn called me into her office. She told me she wanted me to do something for her. She got me in her office and then she started putting her hands on me and talking to me in a funny way. I tried to get away and then she started ripping my clothes."

Sally really did look like an innocent young girl who'd just been attacked by her teacher.

"Oh my God!" Marylynn gasped.

"Now, should I go ahead," Sally said, "things might get very interesting around here."

Marylynn was beaten. Her head lowered and she studied the floor. Sally watched her hands tremble and her face grow white.

"No! Don't go out the door."

Sally almost laughed. She got up and shut the door, making sure Marylynn heard the lock being clicked-shut. She turned around to face her coach and slowly undressed and soon stood before the coach in only her yellow bra and panties.

"Would you like to do the rest?" Sally asked.

"Oh my God!"

"You know you want to," Sally said.

"Sally," Marylynn begged. "Please don't do this. I've only looked. I've never been with another girl. Never. Please don't do this!"

Sally could feel her cunt growing warm as the feeling of power surged through her. She could command Marylynn to do anything she asked. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Undress," Sally said. "Then you can do me."

"Sally, this is crazy! We can't."

"Goddamn it, do it! You know you want to. You've always wanted to. Now get your clothes off. I want to see what you look like naked."

Marylynn had no choice. She began to remove her clothes. She pulled off the bulky shirt to reveal a black bra encasing two small but firm titties. She reached behind her back and unsnapped it and let it fall. Her nipples were already hard.

"The rest," Sally said. "Take it all off."

Marylynn stripped off the bulky pants and she was naked underneath. Sally looked at the woman's thick black bush. She had never seen a woman who had so much hair.

"Ummmm," Sally said. "Do you always go around naked?"

Marylynn didn't answer. She felt odd being naked in front of one of her students. She couldn't keep her eyes away from Sally's two big bulging titties. She felt warm.

"Oh God," Marylynn moaned.

This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be getting turned on by one of her students. She had promised herself that this situation would never come. She had said that she could control her needs. But she couldn't. She could feel the hot flashes starting all over her. Her skin tinged.

"Come here," Sally said.

Marylynn walked across the room as if she were being drawn by magnets. She stopped before Sally. She closed her eyes as she felt Sally's fingers on her titties. Then Sally's hands flattened against her titties and aroused Marylynn more than anything had ever aroused her.

"Sally, oh, Sally!"

"Do you want to love me?"

"Yes," Marylynn whispered. "Oh, yes!"

"You feel so nice and soft," Sally said. "Not like a man at all."

Sally's hands left her titties and traveled downward. Marylynn felt them between her thighs. She opened her thighs wider as Sally's fingers probed between her legs. She felt the sensitive tips of Sally's fingers parting her pubic hair.

"And you're so hairy," Sally said.

"My husband liked it," Marylynn moaned.

"I just bet he does. Does he fuck you a lot?"

Marylynn no longer felt any shame. She was caught up in the heat of her passion. She was willing to do anything that Sally asked of her.

"A lot," Marylynn finally said.

"Ummm. I bet he has a big, hard cock that really fills you up."

"He's so big it hurts," Marylynn admitted.

Sally's fingers touched the quivering flesh of Marylynn's vulva. Nothing had ever felt so good. Marylynn could feel her pussy growing hot and juicy.

"Does that feel nice?" Sally asked. "Oh, yes!"

"Good. I want you to feel nice. I want you to be my complete slave."

"Yes! Anything you want."

Sally pushed one finger up Marylynn's moist cunt. Marylynn moaned loudly as the probing finger rubbed against the pussy walls.