Sally's rape cure - erotic stories, sex tales



The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Indeed, in our complex and sophisticated society, the problems youths face seem more difficult and marked than ever before.

Sally Ryant is a teenager beginning her own journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes becoming angered over her youthful misjudgments. It is only through a reckless pursuit of her most base desires that she can manage to put her world into perspective and begin coping with new feelings and responding to new situations.

SALLY'S RAPE CURE -- the story of a typical young American girl coming of age. A reminder that the journey to adulthood is not an easy one.



CHAPTER ONE

"Let's go down by the river and park, huh, Sally," Bill Stokes suggested. Sally Ryant sighed. It made no difference to her where they parked as long as he got his foolishness over with in time for her to make the dance early. Long ago she had decided that parking was simply an ego trip for the boys. They could go back and tell their friends that they parked with this girl or that girl, and then they would lie about how far they had gotten.

Sally had no intention of letting anybody get very far with her. A few kisses that she felt it was her duty to give, and then on to the dance. It wasn't fear that made Sally contemptuous about sex. Sally didn't give a damn about what people thought about her or her morals.

The truth was that Sally just wasn't interested in sex. She found the groping and panting distasteful and she only put up with it because she wanted to date Bill.

Bill was one of the more handsome boys in school and it made Sally feel good to be seen with him.

It was getting near seven when Bill parked the car in a little grove of trees down by the river. Sally was impatient to get the kisses over with. She wanted to make her grand entrance to the dance.

Immediately Bill pulled her into his arms.

Why did boys have to be like this? Sally asked herself. She knew that boys considered her sexy and she didn't really mind being thought of that way. She was a pretty, brown-haired girl with a full, lush body. She knew her bright blue eyes and her innocent expression made boys and men look at her with more than casual interest.

But why couldn't boys just be satisfied with looking? Why did they have to get so groping?

Now Bill kissed her hard and tried to push his tongue between her lips. Sally quickly drew her head back and gave him a look of disgust.

"You know I don't like that," Sally said. "Come on, Sally," Bill said, "loosen up a bit."

"Loosen up," Sally repeated his expression. "I bet you'd like that. You'd like for me to loosen up a bit. Well, I'm not that kind of girl."

Sally slipped over to her side of the car and gave Bill a look of anger. Her looks of anger were calculated to bring even the strongest boy to his knees. Bill was no exception.

"Awww, Sally," he said. "You know I didn't mean anything."

"You know I'm not like those other girls you date," Sally said.

"I know," he said.

"Then why are you always trying to paw me?"

"Gee, Sally," he said. "All I wanted was a few kisses."

"Liar," Sally said. "I know what you want. I know what all you boys want. Well you're not going to get it from me."

She stormed out of the car and walked down to the river, still pretending anger. She was not angry enough to step into any mud or anything that might stain her pretty white shoes. She was still thinking about her entrance to the dance.

She knew, with a smug satisfaction, that it would only be a minute before Bill would come after her. He would beg and plead with her to get back into the car and finally Sally would be persuaded. Sally might have been young, but she already knew how to wrap a man around her finger.

She heard footsteps behind her and she prepared herself for the look she was going to give Bill. She turned around and her look changed into one of surprise.

"Hello," a man said.

It wasn't Bill but a tall, dark man. He was a man who looked in his forties with dark curling hair and bulging muscles. He wore a pair of tight faded jeans and a cotton shirt that was open halfway down the front. She could see more black curly hairs on his chest. He also wore a big cowboy hat and scuffed cowboy boots.

She saw immediately that he was a man used to hard work. There was nothing soft about him. His huge hands were scarred and rough-looking. He had the stubble of two days growth of beard on his face.

"You're not Bill," Sally said stupidly.

"No," the man smiled. "I'm not."

"Who are you?"

"The name is Duke," he said. "And I must say that you're about the prettiest filly I've laid eyes on in a long while."

"But I was expecting Bill," she said. "He's up there in the car."

"You must mean the fellow I saw driving away," Duke said. "He looked awful mad."

Sally was stunned. Bill couldn't have left her. Not Bill. She knew him too well. She knew how he would act when she got mad at him. He wasn't supposed to leave.

Then she realized that he might have found courage enough to leave but he would certainly be back. He wouldn't be able to just drive away. He wouldn't dare leave her out here for very long.

"I wonder what you could have done to make that fellow so mad," Duke said. "Did he try to get fresh or something?"

"None of your business," Sally said.

She was used to using her icy tone of voice on a boy. Usually the boy would just crumple up under that tone and allow her to have her way with anything she wanted. But Duke was no boy and he didn't tremble. He only smiled at her.

She tried to push her way past him and his strong fingers clamped around her wrist.

"Now I'm trying to be civil," Duke said. "Maybe I can help you."

"I doubt it," Sally said.

Sally tried to sound brave but she was growing afraid for the first time in her life. She could handle boys easily enough but this man was something else. She'd heard stories about young girls and men who found them alone. She felt a little weak in the knees.

"I'm just going to walk up to the highway," Sally said. "I'm sure to see someone I know who'll give me a ride."

"That sure is a long walk to the highway," Duke said. "You're sure to get them white shoes and the pretty yellow dress all covered with dirt. Why don't you let me drive you up there. My car is parked just over there."

Sally could feel her heart hammering fast. She didn't want to go to his car. She didn't want to go anywhere with him. She could feel his dirty eyes creeping down the front of her gown and wished she'd picked out a formal that was not quite so low-cut in front.

She tried to pull his wrist from his hand but he held her easily.

"Now don't be in such a hurry," Duke said. "Just relax. You act like you're scared of me. Why, I wouldn't hurt you. I'll just give you a lift up to the road."

"Please," Sally said, "let me go."

She had not said please to anyone since she was ten years old, but she was really getting scared. His strong, masculine odor was making her uneasy. This was not a boy that she could order around. This was a man who would have his own way. She wanted to get away from him.

"Now you're coming with me," he said. "I'll take you up to the highway."

She saw that there was not much use in trying to get away from him. Maybe if she acted like she was relaxing he would just give her a lift to the highway and that was all. Maybe that was all he really did have in mind.

"Okay," she said. "Just up to the highway."

He released her. She followed him up the bank to his car. She had expected his car to be something old and junky but it wasn't. He had a plush new Cadillac parked in a grove of trees not far from where Bill had parked earlier. He opened the door for her and allowed his hand to brush against her shoulder suggestively. She decided to say nothing about it for fear of making him angry.

The seats were soft and cushiony and the front seat had plenty of room. It was a welcome change from Bill's cramped car.

Duke got in but he made no move to start the car. He simply sat and stared at her.

"You sure are a pretty girl," he said.

"We should start for the road," Sally said.

"Well," Duke shrugged his shoulders, "we'll get there sooner or later."

"What do you mean?" Sally asked.

"I always get a little tip for my troubles," Duke said, winking at her.

"I don't have any money with me," Sally said. "But I can get you some."

"Money wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he said.

"What do you want?" Sally asked in a frightened girl voice.

"Maybe a little kiss," he suggested, "Yes, that sounds nice. Just a little kiss from those soft-looking lips. You wouldn't stop me from having a little kiss, would you? It's the least you could do for a ride."

Sally started to say no but it was too late. His strong arm went around her shoulders and he crushed her to his chest. His strength made her grow weak. His lips were brutal as they pressed against hers. She couldn't breathe and she couldn't think. Her head was swirling.

He released her for just a moment.

"Soften up," he said. "And open your lips. You're old enough to know how to kiss."

Then his lips were pressed against hers again. His tongue forced its way between her teeth and entwined with her tongue. She had never been kissed like that before. It wasn't gentle, begging kisses of the boys she had known. His kiss was urgent, demanding. He finally released her and allowed her to breathe again.

"I guess it's because you're young," Duke said. "You're sure not much of a kisser. But don't worry about that. Old Duke will teach you all you need to know."

"What do you want from me?" Sally asked.

She knew, now, that she wasn't going to be able to get out of the car easily. He wanted more than a few kisses and he was strong enough to take what he wanted.

"You know what I want," he said.

She started to scream but he clamped one strong hand over her mouth. He pushed her down on the car seat and slipped his hands behind her back while his fingers fumbled with the buttons on her gown. One by one he started undoing them.

She bit his hand and he jerked it away. He didn't seem angry. She beat at him with her fists but the blows were as if a baby's hands were striking him. He only laughed at her as he got all the buttons undone down her back.

"Now you just stop fighting," he said. "Fighting is not going to do you a bit of good."

He grasped her gown on top and pulled it down to her waist. For the first time a man looked at Sally's twin peaks encased in a dark bra. She had picked it out special because it was small and the dark outline showed through her yellow dress. It showed enough to be exciting. He seemed pleased by what he saw. He gave a whistle of appreciation.

"Now that there is a nice pair," he said. "I haven't seen titties like those in a long while."

"Please," Sally begged. "Please let me go won't tell anybody if you'll let rue go. I promise I won't. Just please let me go."

"Don't waste your time begging," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. You might as well relax and enjoy it. It'll be fun. And when I'm done with you, well, you won't want to tell anyone."

She blushed hotly. Again he kissed her. Again his hot, demanding tongue pushed into her mouth. This time he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. She almost gagged. She thought she was going to choke before he released her.

"There," Duke said. "You're getting the hang of it. You're kissing a little better. Now let's take a real look at those twin beauties."

She felt horrified as his hand slipped behind her back and easily unclasped her bra. She felt as if any moment she would wake up from this bad dream.

He lifted her arms and pulled the bra off her. He gazed down at her naked breasts and he licked his lips in appreciation.

"What beauties," he said. "Magnificent! I bet they've never been touched by a human mouth."

He kissed her throat and then his wet lips trailed down her skin to her breasts. She felt a tingle as his lips touched her left nipple. His tongue came out and flicked at it teasingly. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her body was betraying her. She was feeling strange as his sucking lips took in some of her creamy titty.

Oh no, she thought. She couldn't be feeling anything. Sex was silly. She had never felt anything before. Then why was this man's lips making her respond?

His lips nibbled and caressed her soft flesh and she felt as if electricity were going through her body. She couldn't understand it and she couldn't control it. Between her legs she felt warm and wet.

He must have felt her trembling for he drew back.

"You're kind of feeling it now, aren't you," he said. "I knew you would. Most girls tell me that I really know how to suck a tit."

She hated him. She hated his smile. She hated his knowing eyes. She hated the mouth that once again kissed and sucked at her titty. She hated him, but she couldn't help the shivers of excitement that kept going up and down her spine.

She closed her thighs tightly together.

"Stop," she said. "Please stop."

But he paid no attention to her and his tongue kept caressing her nipple. He drew her flesh into his mouth until she couldn't see how he could get anymore. She couldn't understand how he could breathe.

His left hand rubbed against her side and then closed around the titty he was sucking. He squeezed it gently as his lips sucked. She couldn't control a groan of pleasure.

He moved his mouth to her right tit and he squeezed and kneaded her left like soft dough. It was too much for her to bear. She gasped in astonishment as the cavern between her thighs became wetter and hotter.

He kept rubbing her titty as he kissed her on the mouth again. This time her mouth opened almost before his lips touched hers.

She felt his hand going underneath her formal gown and rubbing her legs. Her stomach rippled in nervousness and excitement. His hand traveled upward until it was resting on her bare knee. That was as far as any boy had ever gone, but his strong hand went farther.

His right hand reached her thigh and started pinching her thigh and rubbing it. It sent waves of pleasure all over her. She tried to close her legs together to prevent him from going up any higher. It seemed like her muscles wouldn't respond. He pushed her thighs apart easily and his hand crept upward.

Finally she shuddered as his hand touched her panties. With one finger he started tracing the outline of her pussy through the thin panties. The last button on his shirt came undone and now his hot, bare chest was pressed against her soft and sensitive titties.

He rubbed his chest against her roughly and this made her even hotter. In the back of her mind she kept asking herself how she could act like such a depraved animal. Now could this man turn her on so quickly?

He pulled away and left her squirming on the seat. She watched with frightened eyes as he started to undress. He took off his shirt first. She saw the hard muscles ripple as he folded the shirt up and put it in the back seat.

He unbuckled his trousers.

"Have you ever seen a man's prick?" he asked.

She shook her head numbly.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled them off. She tried not to look at the hard bulge in his shorts but her eyes seemed to be riveted there.

"Put your hand there," he said.

He took her hand and pressed it to his hot hardness. Her hand was trembling as he made her rub up and down the long length of his shaft.

"Take off my shorts," he demanded.

She didn't want to but she was like a zombie following his command. With both hands she tugged his shorts down over his thick prick.

Again her eyes were riveted to the spot where his swollen member jutted from between his legs. It was the first cock she had ever really seen up close and it was fearful and exciting. She ran her eyes from the thick crown down to his hanging sac. The sac looked so heavy and full.

She didn't protest as he took her hand and placed it on his cock. He guided her hand to move up and down on the hard prick. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing.

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

She was forced to open her eyes as his prick seemed to grow and quiver between her grasping fingers. A little drop of white appeared on the end and she jerked her hand back.

"That's all right," he said. "I'm ready for some serious business."

Now he jerked her gown up from the bottom and bunched it around her waist. He jerked off her panties and caressed her soft asscheeks for a moment.

"Virgin pussy," he whispered. "There's nothing I like better."

He pushed her legs open wider and inserted one finger into her vagina. He rubbed it around until his hips started moving in time to his finger. Then he stretched out against her body with his hard prick rubbing against her legs. She felt a little wet spot where the tip of his cock touched her.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to like it."

He pressed his prick against her vulva. She realized that she was really going to get fucked. He wasn't going to have any sudden last minute show of mercy. In a minute she was no longer going to be a virgin.

She could feel the head going into her pussy. The head of his cock stopped just inside her pussy. He kept moving in circular movements so that his cock rubbed all over her pussy walls.

He pushed and she felt a pain as his prick pressed against her hymen. He pushed again and his blood-filled prick tore through her virgin pussy walls and entered her cunt. He went into her deeply. She felt his heavy balls resting against her asscheeks.

"Ohhhh," Sally groaned.

"Be still," Duke said. "Just rest a minute. You'll start feeling good in a few minutes."

She felt like she'd never feel good again. His hot, swollen prick stretched her insides. She felt as if he had torn her apart. She felt as if movement would kill her.

Then the hot wetness started again. Her eyes blinked open in shock. She felt her hot pussy dripping juice. She had once used her fingers on herself but she'd gotten nothing out of it. She had never had feelings like this.

He started to fuck her. He entered her with a deep, hard stroke and then he withdrew until only the tip of his cock rested inside her. He would wait a moment and then plunge once more into her wet moistness.

"Ahhhhh," Duke moaned. "Tight. So tight. I love tight pussy."

He kept fucking her until she felt hot spasms of delight going all through her body. She didn't know what was happening but she was starting to love it. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. His hard chest pressed closer to her titties.

Her body was catching fire. Something was growing in her, something like an explosion. She didn't know what it was, and then she realized that she was fixing to have her first orgasm.

"MMMMM," she moaned.

She was ready for his deep stroke again when he pulled out of her. She protested loudly.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Tell me and I'll put it back in."

She thought he was crazy. He had made her like this. He knew what she wanted. Then she understood that he wanted her to say the words, to say things she'd never before thought of. She shook her head. She had been humiliated enough. She couldn't go that far. He was cruel to be doing this to her. He'd raped her and brought her to the brink and now he was holding back.

"Beg me," he said.

She shook her head again. She felt like she was going crazy. Her muscles were spasming in her legs. She wanted that fine, sturdy cock in her pussy again, but she just couldn't give in that much.

Then he started that circular movement again, just at her pussy entrance. It drove her mad with desire. She couldn't stand it any longer.

"Please," she begged him. "Please!"

"Please what?" he asked. "You sweet young pussies know the words. Tell me what you want."

She had never before used a dirty word. She'd seen them written on bathroom walls. She'd heard other girls use them. She'd even heard teachers utter an occasional damn or hell. But she had always tried to keep from saying things like that. But she knew she had to give him what he wanted, and she needed that huge cock inside of her, filling her and stretching her cunt walls.

"Oh please," she said. "Put it in me. Do it to me. Fuck me!"

She heard herself saying the word and she was excited by it. She almost climaxed then and there. His stiff prick filled her again. She felt a tickle in her cunt and then she screamed. Her nails dug into his back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Oh!" she said. "Oh! What's happening to me? Oh what are you doing to me? Oh GOODNESS!"

"Feel it, baby," he urged. "Feel that hot cock inside your pussy. Feel it move your ass."

She moved against him hard and screamed. Her hot juices flooded his cock and dripped onto the seat. Her body writhed with animal pleasure. She could hear her own voice crying for him to stroke her deeper and deeper.

"OH DEAR LORD!" she cried.

Her head seemed to explode and her eyes grew teary. He continued to fuck her as long as she trembled and cried beneath him.

He waited until she stopped trembling and then he withdrew his cock. She looked at him in puzzlement. She knew that boys had to come before they were satisfied. She knew little about cocks but she knew she had felt nothing inside of her. What was he doing now?

She looked down at his swollen prick covered with her juices and with the blood of her virgin pussy. Duke took her hand and guided her to stroke him as she'd been doing before.

"I want you to see it," he explained. "I want you to see your first cum."

She watched his cock grow and quiver beneath the touch of her fingers. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Then he exploded in a hot stream of white that struck her thighs and her belly. Great gobs of white that kept spewing from the end of his hot cock. She felt her hands get sticky from his white love juice but she didn't take her hand away. She kept stroking him until his cock quit spurting.

Then he was finished. He sighed and fell back against the door.

"Okay," he said. "That's it."

"What?" she asked.

"That's it. You've had your fun. Now get dressed and get out."

She looked at him in disbelief. He had started to dress again. He was pulling on his shorts and trousers. She realized, with a shock, that he had never even taken his cowboy hat or his boots off.

"You heard me," he said. "Get dressed and get out. I've no more time for you."

Sally pulled on her panties and buttoned herself back into her bra and gown.

"Your boyfriend should be back soon," Duke said. "You know how it is, don't you darling. Old Duke has to travel on. But don't you worry. I might pass this way again. You be good, now."

She got out of the car and watched him start the motor. He gave her a grin and he pulled the car out of the grove of trees and drove away. She watched until he had vanished around a corner in the road.

CHAPTER TWO

Sally was still standing where Duke had left her when Bill came back. She was hurt and afraid. She could feel the stickiness of Duke's cum between her thighs. Bill pulled up beside her and stopped. He looked properly contrite.

"Sally," he said. "I'm sorry."

Sally muttered that it was all right. He looked at her in surprise. Bill had expected Sally to yell at him and to carry on hysterically. But instead he found her looking at him with a dreamy, distant look.

"I am sorry," he said, as she got into the car.

"I told you that it was all right," Sally said.

Sally kept up her strange act all during the ride to school and during the dance. All her friends mentioned her strangeness to Bill. Bill explained that he couldn't understand it. She danced with him but her mind seemed far away. She didn't laugh and flirt as she usually did.

Usually it was Bill who tried to get Sally to leave the dance early so that they could go somewhere and park. Tonight it was Sally who suggested it.

"I want to leave now," Sally said.

Bill stared at her in surprise.

"Sure," he said.

Sally felt him watching her as they walked out to the car. She knew he was wondering what was wrong. How could she explain to him what had happened? How could she tell him that she had been raped?

Then she realized that it hadn't really been rape. It had started out that way but then she had enjoyed it too much. She hadn't screamed or fought him. Nobody would ever believe that it was rape.

No, Sally decided. She couldn't cry rape.

She got into the car beside Bill and found herself looking down at his crotch. The truth was she'd been thinking about Bill's cock all during the dance. A few times she had pressed herself against him and felt his growing stiffness. She had never before thought of a boy that way, but she hadn't been the same since Duke had fucked her. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but she had loved the feeling of his hard cock going into her.

"Are you feeling okay?" Bill asked her. "Do you want to go home or something?"

"No," Sally said. "Let's just ride for a while. The fresh air will do me good."

He did drive around for a while before he suggested that they go somewhere and park. He asked, though he wasn't really serious. He didn't figure Sally was in any mood to park. But, to his surprise, Sally agreed to his suggestion.

This time he drove up to the peak and parked so that they could look down and see the lights of the city. Bill put his arm around Sally figuring that she would push him away. Instead she snuggled up against his chest. He could feel one of her firm tits rubbing against his arm.

Bill decided he would try and kiss her. He had nothing to lose. She hadn't acted really mad about his leaving her so he might as well take every chance he could.

He pressed his lips against hers and she didn't pull away. He pushed his tongue against her lips and found her opening her mouth to admit him.

Damn, he thought. Sally must really be feeling had to allow him this kind of liberty. He wasn't going to argue with her. He hoped she felt bad enough to allow him to do other stuff. He pushed his tongue again into her mouth and fondled hers excitedly. He pushed his tongue all the way into her throat. Still, she didn't pull away.

He could feel an aching in his balls. God, if only he could get Sally to take her clothes off. He could get her warmed up in a hurry. He knew that was an impossible dream but he decided to go as far with her as she'd allow.

Sally felt his hand pressing against her knee. He hadn't gone under her gown, he was simply pressing her knee through the folds of material. He didn't have the style that Duke had shown. But then Duke was a man who knew exactly how to warm a girl up.

Then Bill took a real chance and he pressed his hand against her titty. She didn't protest as he started squeezing her gently. He felt her nipple getting hard.

Her willingness made him bolder and he let his right hand go down her leg and underneath her gown. He slowly moved his hand upward until he was pressing her bare knee once more.

Then he moved his hand higher until he was touching the warm flesh of her thigh. Any moment he expected her to stop him. He moved his fingers closer to her pussy. Then he was touching her pussy. He couldn't believe it. He was actually touching Sally's pussy. Sally, who had never before even let him near her leg. He had never thought this would happen unless he married her.

Damn, Bill thought. Maybe he could get her undressed. She seemed to go along with everything he was doing. She seemed to be actually enjoying it. Maybe he could get his hand behind her back to those buttons on her gown.

He hardly dared to breathe as he touched the top button on her gown. He fumbled with it a moment before he could get it undone. He stopped. Was she going to stop him now? She didn't say anything. He hesitated only a moment longer before he undid the rest of the buttons on her gown.

His heart was pounding as he got the last button undone. Now came the tricky part. He had to lift her arms to pull the gown away from her shoulders. He was surprised when she actually raised up to help him.

He pulled the yellow gown down to her waist.

He looked down at her beautiful titties bursting out of the small bra. Nobody would ever believe this was happening. Everyone would call him a liar if he said it. He couldn't believe it himself.

He had to get that bra off. He had to see what she would look like with those creamy mountains staring him in the face. What would her nipples look like? Would she stop him now that he was so close?

She made no attempt to stop him as he reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. He knew he should do it slowly but he was too impatient to feast his eyes on her beauties. He almost jerked the bra in half pulling it away from her body.

"Damn!" he exclaimed.

She was as beautiful as he'd imagined. He had beat off many times in his bed at night thinking about what her naked tits would look like. Now he was really seeing them and his mouth was watering for a taste.

He kept rubbing her pussy as he bent down and tasted her creamy flesh. She moaned softly and her hand caressed his head. He didn't believe it. Old cold Sally was actually getting turned on. He opened his mouth and sucked in her nipple. He teased it with his tongue. She tasted wonderful.

Bill's hot cock ached in his trousers and he needed her pussy. He got his fingers underneath her panties and he started fingering her cunt. He was terrified that any moment Sally was going to start screaming rape -- and it would be rape because he couldn't stop.

He didn't know that he had nothing to be afraid of. Sally was hot and she had no intention of stopping Bill. She was so damned hot that it seemed like her clothes were confining her. She was glad to get her titties free. She only wished he'd hurry and take off her panties and pull her gown up to her waist as Duke had done.

Sally knew that she was going to get fucked for the second time that night. She didn't care. She wanted it to happen. She wanted Bill's cock as badly as she had wanted Duke's cock.

Sally allowed her hand to brush his thigh. He jumped nervously. She let her hand get farther down his leg and then she quickly gasped the rod between his legs.

She felt Bill gasp as her fingers touched him. She rubbed his cock the way Duke had showed her. Bill started squirming in the seat. She could feel his cock stiffening. She felt one of his fingers slip into her pussy.

"Damn," he said. "Sally you don't know what you're doing to me."

She knew exactly what she was doing. She tugged at his zipper until she had it down. She reached inside his trousers and rubbed his hot shaft. She had to fumble with his shorts but she was finally able to pull his long rod through his trousers. She examined his long cock with her fingers.

Bill was really getting impatient. Now he was pulling down her panties. She decided that she wouldn't leave the gown bunched around her waist as she'd done with Duke. She wanted them both to be entirely naked.

She pushed him away and he looked at her with a hurt and angry expression. He thought she was stopping him. She soon put his mind to rest as she tugged the gown off.

She didn't feel ashamed as his eyes feasted on her. Duke had taken all her shame away. Now all she felt was a hot pride at being so beautiful.

"Now you," Sally said.

Quickly Bill started tearing off his clothes. He didn't have as nice a body as Duke. His muscles weren't as well developed and he had very little body hair. Still his cock was stiff and hard and Sally knew it would fill her up.

She could see a little spot of white on the tip of his cock and she hoped it wouldn't make him so impatient that he would come too soon.

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.

CHAPTER THREE

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.

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.

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.

CHAPTER FOUR

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."

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.

Marylynn's fingers hesitated no longer. She began to rub Sally's huge titties through the bra.

"Undress me, Coach Marylynn," Sally said.

Sally pulled her finger from Marylynn's cunt and stood back. Marylynn's hands trembled as she undid Sally's bra and revealed Sally's two large titties.

Sally put her hand behind Marylynn's head and pulled her down. She felt the shivers of excitement as Marylynn's mouth opened and took in one of Sally's nipples. Marylynn may never have made love to a woman before, but she knew how to bring out some pleasant sensations.

"Oooooooh," Sally moaned. "That's nice. That's real nice, Coach Marylynn."

Marylynn's lips sucked and caressed Sally's hot flesh. Sally pushed more of her titty flesh into Marylynn's mouth, and Marylynn didn't seem to mind. It was as if she had been waiting for this all her life.

"Go down on me," Sally said. "I want you to eat my pussy. Go down on me."

Marylynn felt the pressure at the back of her head. Slowly she went down to her knees. She kissed Sally's pussy through her panties. Sally smelled so fresh and sweet that Marylynn could barely wait until she could taste the tender flesh.

Marylynn pulled down the panties. The hot flesh seemed to call for kisses and Marylynn smothered Sally's cunt with kisses.

Sally felt the hot lips burning her. A new feeling of power surged through her. She spread her legs. She wanted to feel those lips kissing and caressing her. She wanted to see Marylynn's dark head between her thighs.

"Eat me, Marylynn!" Sally moaned. "Eat my pussy."

Sally pulled at Marylynn's head so that the woman was between her thighs. Her hot tongue flicked out and caused shivers to go through Sally.

"Oh that's sweet," Sally said. "That's real sweet!"

Sally knew she now had the coach completely at her mercy. Sally pushed her away. Marylynn's mouth was open. She was licking her hungry lips.

"That is nice, Marylynn," Sally said. "But it's not free. You have to pay for it. We have to come to terms."

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want. First I want your husband's cock. I want to get him inside of me. I like a good, hot cock."

Marylynn shook her head. "That's impossible."

"Then you can't have me," Sally said.

Marylynn would never let Sally get away. She reached out and caught Sally by the thigh. Her eyes were pleading.

"Okay," Marylynn said. "He'll fuck you. I know he will. He likes anything in skirts."

"Just like his wife," Sally laughed. "All right. Go ahead. Eat my pussy."

Marylynn's head was immediately back between Sally's thighs. Sally loved it. She felt the hot tongue going into her cunt. A hot, wet tongue lapping like a dog at Sally's cunt.

Sally grabbed the back of Marylynn's head and pulled her face closer to her pussy. Sally's pussy was really getting hot. She was loving the sound of the coach eating her pussy. She started grinding herself against the hot tongue.

"My clit," Sally said. "Eat my clit!"

Marylynn's hands went behind Sally's back and then fell to Sally's buttocks. Her fingers began to caress Sally's firm asscheeks.

Marylynn pulled Sally's hard little clit between her lips. She began to chew and bite on it. Sally started writhing as her passion began to build.

"God," Sally moaned. "That's good, Coach. Keep that up. You can eat good. You can eat my pussy anytime!"

Marylynn continued sucking and biting. Sally felt her hot juices start to flood into the woman's mouth and Marylynn started to pull away.

"No," Sally said. "Drink my juices. They won't harm you. Swallow them down."

Marylynn opened her mouth wide and licked Sally's juices. Sally was puffing at her coach's hair and screaming as she felt the boiling explosion in her cunt.

"Dear Jesus!" Sally cried. "Oh dear Jesus! I'm coming! I'm going to fill your mouth. Oh dear Jesus!"

She ground her pussy against the coach's hot tongue and didn't release her until her body quit trembling. Finally she allowed the coach to breathe again.

"Oh, Sally," Marylynn said. "Do something for me. Please do something for me!"

Marylynn was squirming on the floor. Sally looked down at her coach's thick black bush and a soft smile came to her face.

She knew that one day she was going to eat pussy just out of curiosity, but today wasn't going to be the time. Right now she wanted Marylynn to be humiliated even farther and Sally knew exactly how to do it.

"Play with yourself," Sally whispered. "Play with yourself and think about the pretty young things in your gym class."

"Please," Marylynn whispered.

"Do it, Goddamn it!" Sally commanded.

Marylynn squirmed on the floor. She didn't want to play with herself but she was burning hot. She could feel Sally's eyes on her as she parted her legs and put two fingers into her hot cunt. She was shamed by the wanton way she was displaying herself, but she couldn't help it.

"Do it," Sally said. "Make yourself hot and ready."

Marylynn found her clit and began to massage it. She could feel the ache in her pussy. She needed Sally's tongue. She needed some sign of love from Sally.

But Sally simply stood over her with that same smile on her face and the humiliation made Marylynn even hotter. Marylynn thought about what she had promised Sally -- her husband. Her husband was going to get to fuck that sweet young thing. And there would be other things.

Other humiliations for the coach. Marylynn knew that her fife was never going to be the same again.

"Oh, God!"

"Are you coming?" Sally asked.

"Yes!" Marylynn cried. "I'm coming! Oh Jesus, I'm coming! Oh Jesus!"

Sally watched as Marylynn's hips bucked wildly. She smiled as she saw the coach's two fingers go deep into her hot cunt. Sally knew there would be other times. And her husband. Sally's cunt grew warm just thinking about the big man. He would really know how to treat a woman.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sally was very happy at the way things had turned out. She already had an A coming from Mr. Thicket and she had him wrapped around her little finger. Bill was always panting after her ready to do anything she asked for another ride in the front seat.

And now Marylynn.

She'd gotten out of gym practice every day. She sensed the other girls looking at her jealously when she was excused for some task or another. Actually she was simply excused to go back to the coach's office. Marylynn would come back quickly for a few quick feels. Sally allowed it to go no further than that. She didn't want to be caught. She had taken a chance when she thought it was worth the risk. Now there was no risk for she had Marylynn wrapped around her other finger.

She loved the sense of power it gave her. She knew that before long she was going to find other teachers in the school who were hot after her. Hell, Sally thought, she could end up running the damn school!

But she had never forgotten that she had been promised Marylynn's husband and a few weeks later Sally was ready to have his cock.

She had gone to the coach's office early that day.

"Why, hello, Sally," Marylynn said sweetly. Her voice had taken on a new tone of submission whenever they were alone together.

"Close the door," Sally said.

Coach Marylynn quickly closed the door. Sally stood glaring at her with her hands on her hips. Marylynn looked down at the hot gaze.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" Sally said.

"No," Marylynn said. "I don't think so."

"The promise you made. About your husband."

Marylynn blushed red.

"No, I haven't forgotten. I kind of hoped that you had."

Sally allowed Marylynn to approach her and put one hand on her tit. She waited as Marylynn softly caressed the huge nipple. Finally Sally pushed the hand away as a dreamy expression started to cross Marylynn's face.

"Your husband?" Sally reminded her.

"You won't like him. He's big and rough and brutal. You won't like him. He'll hurt you."

"I like a man to hurt me a little," Sally said. "Now when can I have him?"

"Do you really have to?"

"I have to," Sally said.

"He'll be home this afternoon."

He came to pick up Marylynn that afternoon.

Sally felt warm just looking at him. He was well over six-foot tall and he was very well muscled.

Sally had gotten Marylynn to describe his cock.

The details made Sally feel randy as hell.

Sally saw the look in his eyes as he looked over all the young girls on the sidewalk in front of the school. He had the same look that Duke had. A look of lust. Sally knew that he would be a fantastic lover.

Marylynn had tried to talk Sally out of it, but her warnings about how he hurt only made Sally feel more excited and she held Marylynn to her promise. Sally was going to get that huge cock.

They had developed a simple plan. Sally was to come over that afternoon. She was supposed to pretend helping Marylynn grade some papers. Marylynn said it wouldn't be hard to seduce her husband. He was already hot for young skirts.

Sally had picked her outfit very carefully. She wore a halter top and tight shorts. She didn't bother wearing a bra. She let her hair hang down on her shoulders.

She immediately saw John's eyes go wide with appreciation. She could imagine that his hands were itching to touch her flesh. She could feel her nipples growing hard.

"Hi," Sally said.

"You must be the girl who's supposed to help my wife. Sally, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"She told me to expect you," John said. "She's in the kitchen."

Sally felt a little weak and out of breath just standing so close to him. He was a man like Duke.

His muscles bulged out of his shirt. She could sense the heavy aura of sex about him. She took a glance at his crotch. He wore tight jeans that showed off a huge bulge. Even limp he was bigger than any man she'd seen.

"Follow me," he said.

Sally brushed past him feeling her nipples get hard and sensitive. She could feel his eyes on her tight shorts, exploring the crevice at her ass.

"The kitchen," he said.

He wanted to walk behind her. Sally knew that his eyes burned holes in her clothes every step of the way. Marylynn was grading papers at the kitchen table.

"Oh," Sally said, trying to behave like an innocent little girl. "I just love your kitchen."

Marylynn stared at her. "Do you?" she asked.

"Oh yes," Sally said. "Such nice colors and so roomy. I wish our kitchen was as roomy."

"I shouldn't imagine you'd spend much time in the kitchen," Marylynn said.

There was an edge to Marylynn's voice that told Sally that the woman was both angry and jealous. Sally didn't care. She knew she was going to get a hot cock pretty soon, so nothing Marylynn could do would bother her.

"Shall we get started?" Marylynn suggested.

"Of course," Sally said.

Sally sat down at the table. For a long while they really did grade a few papers. Sally wanted it to be as realistic as she could. She wanted John to feel like he really was taking her.

John sat across from her and watched them grade papers. Sally could feel his stares on her tits. His hot eyes undressed her and Sally squeezed her thighs tightly together. She gave Marylynn a look that said the time had come.

Sighing with disgust, Marylynn got up.

"I've got to get something from the store," Marylynn said. "I forgot about it until right now and I need it for class next week. Can you figure out the grades on these, Sally?"

"Sure," Sally said.

"Good. Then I'll just leave it to you. I'll be back in an hour or so." Marylynn left them alone together.

John felt a little alarmed at being left alone in the house with so attractive a girl. He knew his wife would never think of him trying something with Sally, but he felt a strong urge in his groin. It would certainly be nice to stick his cock into her sweet little honeypot.

"How are your grades this year?" he asked.

He really didn't want to hear about her grades but he was willing to try anything to keep his mind off sex. He could feel the heat from the little girl's body. It almost made him want to cry with desire. She had such a sweet young body -- and those nipples poking out so hard and sensitive! God, how he'd like to wrap his lips around those!

"Very good, sir," Sally said.

She could feel the tension in the room. He wanted her. She risked a glance between his legs. God, what a huge cock! It was already stiff and threatening to tear out of his jeans. Sally closed her legs warmly together.

"That's good," he said, sounding like a teacher. "It's always good to have good grades."

Sally almost laughed out loud. He was so pathetic. This was not the way she wanted him to be. She wanted him to be strong and demanding.

"Would you like to see some more of the house?" he asked.

Now it was coming. He was licking his lips in anticipation. He would certainly take her once he got her into the bedroom.

"I should finish these," Sally said.

"It'll only take a few minutes," he said.

"All right," Sally said. "I really would like to see it. It's such a pretty house."

Sally hoped she knew what part of the house he wanted most to show her. The bedroom. Marylynn had told Sally about his idea of the bedroom. It was very macho with thick carpets and a big bed.

He was very proud of his bedroom.

He wasted a lot of time before he took her there. He took her through the living room and den. She was getting impatient by the time they reached the bedroom.

"And here is where we sleep," he said.

It was just as Marylynn had described it. A big, room with thick carpets. A big brass bed. There was no doubt that this was a room for sex. Lots and lots of sex.

"Care if I kick off my shoes?" Sally asked. "I love to walk on a soft carpet with my bare feet."

"All right," he said.

She kicked off her shoes and walked through the room. The carpet did feel good on her bare feet. She expected him to approach her. She expected his hands on her at any minute. But instead he remained by the door and made no move toward her.

She was getting hotter and hotter.

She turned to him and gave him a soft smile.

"Would you like to?" she asked.

"Like to what?" he questioned her.

God, he was dumb. He was not at all what Sally had expected from listening to Marylynn. But she was hot and she needed a cock.

"Like to fuck, silly." Sally shrugged.

A lewd smile crossed his face and he started pulling off his clothes. He was a nice-looking man with his clothes off. His muscles were very nicely formed. He had a very hairy body.

He came to Sally and took her in his arms. His mouth pressed down on hers. He was not as demanding as Sally had wanted. She realized that even a good man with muscles was no match for the rough way Duke had handled her.

But she needed a cock and he had a monster. She could feel it pressing between her legs. He jerked up her tight halter and one strong hand clamped down on her tits.

"God!" he rasped. "You are a sweet thing."

It wasn't going like she'd wanted it to go. She loved the hardness of his body rubbing against her. She loved the way his tongue probed at her mouth. She opened her lips to his thick, fleshy tongue and dueled his tongue with her own. His hands clutched her ass and squeezed gently.

But she wanted more than what he was giving her. She wanted to feel controlled. She wanted him to demand and to take, but he was only asking gently. This was not how she'd wanted it to be at all.

Her pussy was hot as he pressed her back against the bed. She allowed herself to be pushed into the bed. He was able to get her panties off. His hand plunged between her wet thighs. She could feel his fingers probing against her cunt.

She could feel his hard cock brushing against her bare thigh and she was excited by the hugeness of it. Sally wrapped her fingers around his huge prick. He really had a weapon there. It was a shame he didn't know how to use it.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me hard!"

Jesus, was he ready. He climbed on top of her and pressed his huge prick against her cuntal entrance. She parted her legs wider. He hurt her a little but she was wet enough to allow him a fairly easy entry. His hot prick filled her pussy completely.

If only Duke had had a weapon like this. Duke would have known how to use it. But it was wasted on this large man. He was all muscle and no technique.

He was deeper in her cunt than any man had ever gone and he started fucking in wild, violent strokes. She felt his meaty flesh press against her clit at each hard stroke. It felt really good and she started moving against him.

He started squeezing her ass again.

His cock made her feel good, but not wonderful. She felt her hot juices start to flow as her climax built up. Her titties were sensitive and swollen. She knew it wasn't going to be long before she came.

"Oh God!" she cried. "You're making me come. Oh fuck, you're making me come. Oh God and fuck! Here I come!"

She flooded him with a gush of hot pussy juices. A moment later she felt him gasp and he started pouring spurt after spurt of his hot semen into her hungry cunt.

They lay like that for a long while, then the front door slammed and John jumped up.

"Oh my God," he said. "That's my wife!"

"Don't move," Sally said. "Don't move or you'll never fuck me again. Just stay there."

He had been a good fuck, but not a great one and this made Sally somewhat angry. She was determined that she was going to make Marylynn pay for her lies. Marylynn's husband was no brutal fucker. He was as easily handled as Mr. Pucket had been.

Marylynn came into the bedroom and stopped in surprise. Evidently she had not expected this kind of naked reception.

"My God!" she said. "I thought..."

"You thought we'd be finished," Sally said. "But we aren't. It's nice of you to join us."

Sally could feel an angry surge of power going through her. Now she had both husband and wife under her control and she was determined to see how far she could take them.

"How are you at sucking cocks, Coach Marylynn?" Sally asked. "I know you like titties but how are you at swallowing a man's cum."

Sally had been thinking about sucking cocks since Duke had raped her. Duke had not made her suck cock, but she knew that he could have. It was the ultimate humiliation to put a woman through. And now Sally wanted Marylynn to be humiliated.

"What do you want?" Marylynn asked.

"I want you to suck your husband's cock," Sally said. "I want to see you suck his hard dick and I want to see you swallow his cum. I don't want to see you spill a single drop."

"I can't do that!"

Sally slapped her. It was the first person Sally had ever slapped really hard, and Sally found that she enjoyed it. A new surge of power went through her.

"You'll do what I say," Sally said.

Sally slapped Marylynn a few more times until Marylynn was nodding in agreement. Sally quit and let her hand drop down to brush against Marylynn's titties.

"Now I want you to suck him good," Sally said.

Marylyn nodded.

"I want to hear you say it," Sally said. "Ask him to please let you suck his cock."

Marylynn walked to her husband. She was feeling ashamed, but she was also feeling hot. Sally knew how to get to her hidden passions.

"I want to suck your cock," Marylynn said.

"Say please," Sally said. "Say please, I want to suck your cock."

"Please, I want to suck your cock."

"Louder!" Sally demanded.

"Please I want to suck your cock!"

"Say I want to drink your hot cum."

"I want to drink your hot cum," Marylynn said louder than before.

"Then do it," Sally commanded. "Get down on your knees and suck his cock."

She sank down to her knees in the soft carpet. Her husband positioned himself so that she could reach his cock. She looked at his limp cock. There was just a little cum juice on the end. Marylynn realized that it was from fucking Sally.

His thick cock had never looked so big and impressive to Marylynn before. She opened her mouth and touched her tongue to the end of it. She could feel a little stirring of excitement.

"Open your mouth," Sally commanded. "Suck that thing in. Suck him into your throat."

Marylynn opened her mouth and pulled the thick head of his cock past her lips. She sucked on the sensitive skin for a moment until she felt him growing hard.

Marylynn knew what Sally wanted to see. She had never sucked her husband's cock before. She had never tasted cum. But she knew now that she was going to taste him and swallow it. She would do anything for Sally now.

She opened her mouth wider and sucked him deep into her throat and John groaned under the stimulation.

"That's it," Sally said. "Suck him deep. Suck him like the cocksucker you are."

He stiffened in her mouth and filled her throat. She had never before felt so filled by a man. She couldn't breathe. She almost pulled away. Sally must have realized what Marylynn was considering.

"Don't stop," Sally warned. "Don't stop or I'll never let you touch me again."

Coach Marylynn didn't pull away. She couldn't stand the thought of going the rest of her life without being able to touch Sally's sweet flesh. Not to have those titties to suck on was almost too much for her to bear. In a week she would be groping at other little girls.

She knew her husband was sitting there with a dumb, puzzled expression on his face. Later he would understand, but it would be too late for him to say anything. Marylynn knew that he was already hot for Sally.

She went up and down on his cock like a piston. She could feel his cock growing and she knew it wouldn't be long before he came. She tasted a little of his salty cum juice. This time she did pull her mouth away but Sally was there. Sally put two fingers against Marylynn's throat.

"Swallow," Sally warned. "Swallow it all. I want to feel you swallow."

Marylynn went down on her husband again, taking the rich spurts of his salty jism deep in her throat. She swallowed every drop. It was what Sally wanted!

CHAPTER SIX

Sally skipped school the next day. It had been Bill's idea. He had been pestering her so much to go off with him that she had finally given in. She knew that all he wanted was to make out with her, but she didn't mind that. She was kind of tired of school, anyway. A change would be nice.

"Where do you want to go?" Bill asked.

"I don't know," Sally said. "Let's go to a movie or something."

She had expected him to take her uptown to one of the nicer theaters. She certainly had not expected him to drive to a worn-down part of town and stop before an old movie house.

"Here? What's playing here?"

"You'll see," he said.

She let him lead her up to the ticket booth. She saw the poster outside and nearly died. It was a porno house. There was a picture of two girls writhing together on a couch.

"This is a dirty movie!" Sally whispered.

"You don't mind, do you?" Bill asked. "The fellows say it's a great movie."

Sally knew that a month ago Bill would have never considered bringing her to a place like this. But things had changed. Sally shrugged her shoulders. She didn't really mind. She had always been curious about porno movies.

The man at the ticket booth looked at them suspiciously.

"You're both over eighteen?"

"Of course," Bill lied.

"Well you don't look it to me," he said.

He gave them their tickets anyway. Sally held Bill's hand as he led her into the dark movie theater. The movie hadn't started yet and they were the only patrons. Bill led her to a seat in the back.

Sally had worn a short skirt and blouse. As soon as she sat down Bill started caressing her knee.

"You're going to like this one," Bill said.

His fingers made Sally shiver with delight. She had been horny since the night before. She looked around. There was no doubt that she was going to allow Bill to fuck her. He wouldn't satisfy her. No man had satisfied her like Duke had, but at least he would help the itch in her pussy.

The movie began. Sally had expected a bad movie, but nothing like she was seeing.

"I didn't think they allowed things like this to be shown."

"It gets better," Bill said, in a worldly manner.

It got better. Sally had never seen so many people fucking and sucking. She was shocked and amazed. She hadn't realized there could be so many ways of doing it. She began to squirm in her seat.

Bill was still playing with her knee. She opened her legs wider and pulled his hand down to her cunt. His hand touched her pussy and sent shivers all over her.

"Play with me, Bill," she whispered.

He started rubbing her through her panties. Sally quickly saw that this wasn't going to be enough. She pulled his hand away.

"Let me, Sally," Bill pleaded.

"I want you to," she said. "I'm hotter than hell. Let me get my panties off."

She lifted her ass and pulled her panties off and stuffed them into her purse, then spread her legs.

"All right," she said. "I'm ready."

His hand went back to her wet crotch. His fingers slipped inside her cunt and began to massage her cunt walls. Sally shivered with delight. The people on the screen were turning her on. She started grinding herself against his fingers.

"Ummmmmm." Sally moaned. "Ummmmm."

His fingers grew bolder and he massaged her clit. She felt her juices flow against his hand. God, was it good. She was experiencing delicious spasms of pleasure.

A girl was sucking cock on the screen. Sally felt her own mouth watering. It was an amazing feeling. She had never before yearned to suck cock.

"Oh God!" Sally moaned. "Oh God!"

She slipped down farther in the chair so that his fingers went deeper into her wet cud. She felt her climax building as she started rubbing her ass against the chair.

"Oh Jesus!" Sally moaned. "Oh Jesus!"

She exploded against his fingers. It was good. Very good. She realized that she had shut her eyes at the last moment. A dreamy feeling went through her.

"Well isn't this nice," someone said.

It was an unfamiliar voice. She opened her eyes and saw a man standing there. She realized that he wore a uniform. Bill groaned and jumped away from her. A cop! Sally's heart sank. Now she was in trouble. Being caught in a porno movie house with her boy friend. The entire town would know about it in a few hours. This was awful.

She saw she could expect no help from Bill. His face had turned white and he looked as if he was going to be sick. The cop pushed a stick into Bill's stomach. Bill said nothing.

Sally realized her cunt was showing. She straightened up quickly and tugged her dress down.

"Aren't you two kind of young to be in here?" the cop asked.

"I'm eighteen," Bill said.

The cop punched Bill in the stomach again with his night stick.

"And how old is the little chickie?"

"Eighteen," Sally admitted.

"You're skipping school today, I bet," the cop said. "Skipping school to come to the porno house. That's a bad thing. A very bad thing. I'm going to have to turn you both in. A terrible thing."

The cop shook his head sadly.

"Please, sir," Bill said. "We haven't done anything wrong."

"Done anything wrong! I catch you with your hand up your girl friend's dress and you say you've done nothing wrong?"

"I was just feeling," Bill said weakly.

"I know what you were doing," the cop said. "That's why I have to turn you in."

"Don't do that," Sally pleaded. "Please don't do that!"

The cop hesitated momentarily.

"Okay," the cop said. "I'll tell you what. Boy, you go outside and wait for me. I'm going to talk to your girl friend about this. We might come to some sort of understanding."

Bill was more than willing to go outside. He was out of his chair in a minute. He left Sally sitting there. The cop shook his head once more.

"You're in a lot of trouble girl," he said.

"I know," Sally said. "I know how much trouble. But you can't tell my parents or turn me in. People will think terrible things about me. They'll call me a whore!"

Sally was really frightened. She could feel her heart pounding and she was on the verge of crying. Never before had she been so afraid of a situation. She knew what would happen to her reputation and she knew how her parents would behave.

"Aren't you?" the cop asked.

Sally didn't understand the question. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Aren't you a whore?" the cop asked. "No," Sally whispered.

"I think you are."

"I'm not," Sally protested.

"What were you doing with that boy?"

"He was just touching me."

"Touching you, hell! He had two fingers up your cunt."

Sally lowered her head.

"He did," the cop said. "Tell me the truth. He had two fingers in your cunt."

"Yes," Sally admitted.

"And his cock has been in your cunt?" the cop asked. "Now tell me the truth."

"Yes," Sally answered him.

"That's what I thought. If you're not a whore then you're the closest thing to one. I think I'm going to have to turn you in."

"Please..." Sally said weakly. "It'll teach you a lesson," the cop said. "Please don't," Sally begged him.

The cop sat down beside her. He put one rough hand on her bare knee. Sally jerked her knee away. He pushed at her knee with his night stick.

"Now don't be that way," he said. "Be friendly or I'll take you in right now."

He put his hand back on her knee. Sally watched in horrified silence as his hand massaged her knee. Higher. He was rubbing at her pubic hairs.

"We could make a deal," the policeman said. "Are you willing to make a deal?"

Sally knew what kind of deal he wanted to make. But she was willing. Anything to keep him from taking her and Bill back to school or to jail. Anything he asked of her.

"What do you want me to do?" Sally asked.

"Just lift up your skirt first," he said.

Sally took the end of her skirt and lifted it above her waist. He looked at her naked pussy. He smacked his lips in appreciation.

"Sweet-looking cunt," he said.

He was rubbing her between her legs. He stopped. He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his trousers. She could feel the heat from his hot prick.

"You're going to like mine better than those boys," he said.

Sally nodded glumly.

He continued to play with her cunt until Sally felt heat start to rise in her again. He grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her face down to his lap.

"Take it out," he ordered. "Take it out and suck it."

She fumbled with his zipper as she pulled it down. She reached inside and grasped his hot, sweaty prick. Sally felt a surge of desire. She couldn't help it. This was the way she liked to be treated. This was the way that Duke had treated her. She felt weak in his hands.

"Suck it," he commanded.

For the first time in her life Sally opened her mouth and took in a man's cock. He tasted hot and sweaty. She licked him as he directed her and then she took him deep into her throat. She tasted a little of his jism.

"You cunt," the cop said. "You dirty, fucking cunt! You like to suck pricks, don't you? All you cunts like to suck pricks."

Sally's juices were flowing. She was getting more excited each time he opened his mouth. God, it was fantastic! He was wonderful! He was almost as good as Duke had been.

"That's enough," he said.

She pulled her head away from his cock reluctantly. His stiff cock could barely be seen in the dim light but she could see the big red crown.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said.

He made her lean across two seats with her cunt high in the air. She felt shamed and humiliated and it was the way he wanted her to feel. She felt his hot hands pushing her asscheeks apart.

"I like that ass," he said. "But I need your cunt just as bad."

He stood in the aisle and pushed his cock against her cunt she felt his huge cockhead rubbing against her cunt. He pushed and his prick went into her all the way. She gasped at the pleasure of his cock.

"How do you like fucking a man, baby?" he asked. He started to pound his cock into her with deep, rapid strokes.

She felt her juices flowing hotly. She loved the feeling of the cock going deep into her cunt. She loved the sound of his balls slapping against her ass.

"Oh God," he moaned. "Oh God."

He reached up and grabbed her titties. She wished he'd taken her clothes off but he had only pulled up her skirt. But he fondled her titties through her blouse and it made her nipples erect.

"You fucking bitch!" he moaned. "You fucking cunt! I'm going to come. I'm going to fill your sweet cunt with my hot cum. Oh fuckkkkkkk youuuuuuu!"

His prick exploded into her cunt with great gobs of sticky cum.

At the last moment he pulled his prick out and let some cum splash against her thighs and the crevice of her buttocks. She felt good. She could have gone another fucking with her cunt up in the air. But he was done.

Sally wanted him to tell her what to do. She wanted him to make her do other things.

But when she turned around she saw his scarred face and that ruined it. He was not like Duke at all. He had wanted her but now he was worried.

"Get out," he said. "Get out of here and don't let me catch you here again."

"You're a bastard!" Sally said.

She saw his face turn pale.

"I've got you by the balls and you know it," Sally said. "You ever bother me again and I'll tell the world that you raped me."

She would have been his willing slave if he'd ordered her. But he had turned out to be less than a man. She stood up and pulled her skirt down.

"You're a pervert," she said.

She left him there with a pained expression on his face. Sally sighed as she went out the door.

Why couldn't men be like Duke? Now he was a real man. She wondered where he was and what he was doing. Sally squeezed her thighs together.

I need you Duke, Sally said to herself.

Bill was outside waiting on her. He looked waffled as hell.

"What happened?" he asked. "What happened? Is he going to take us in?"

"No," Sally said.

"But what happened? How'd you convince him to let us go?"

"I fucked him," Sally said.

She saw the look of surprise and shock on his face. He wasn't sure if he believed her or not. Sally didn't care. She was tired of little boys and weak men. She wanted a man like Duke but she didn't know where to find one.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sally had been pretty close in her thought that one day she might run the school. In the two weeks that followed her experience with the cop, she seduced two more of her teachers. One was the old maid English teacher, Miss Buttons, and the other was the male physical education teacher. It was fun seducing them, but neither provided the excitement that she needed.

She had a great deal of power over them. She ended up almost running their lives. She had to do no more study for her English or her math classes. There she had automatic A's. Sometimes she didn't even bother to go to class.

The other kids seemed to realize her influence over her teachers. They started coming to Sally to ask for favors. It excited Sally to have such power over everybody.

Seducing Miss Buttons had almost been by accident. She had never even considered Miss Buttons until she had to stay after school for her one day. Then she felt Miss Buttons looking at her and Sally realized why. The rest had been easy.

It was fun, too, because Miss Buttons didn't really have a bad body. She was forty but her full tits were still firm and sensitive. It was nice for Sally.

The physical education teacher was Mr. Thomas. He was good, but not great. He had a good body, but he had not taken control of the situation. Sally longed for a man who would use her as she needed to be used.

Sally had everything going for her but she didn't expect it to last. It came as no surprise to be called into the principal's office. Mr. Redman was a man who knew what went on in his school.

Mr. Redman was much like Mr. Pucket. He was a skinny, nervous man who was always making big speeches about moral and things. He was also a minister at one of the smaller churches near the school.

There was no man more moral than Mr. Redman.

Sally wondered if he ever did anything at all. She knew he once had because he had two children. But she didn't think he would get very excited about his fat wife.

Sally had prepared herself to be called into his office. She had dressed herself very carefully for a full week. She had worn short dresses and blouses that revealed her full titties. She wanted Mr. Redman to know what he was missing.

She had even given a thought toward seducing Mr. Redman. It would certainly be more of a challenge than the others had represented. He was such a man of authority and reeking of niceness that it would be fun to have him on his knees sucking her pussy.

That thought was in the back of her mind when he called her into his office.

He called her into his office during her study period and then he made her wait half the period in his outer office. Miss mumble, the secretary, kept giving her curious glances. Perhaps Miss Thumble had also been hearing a few rumors.

Then Mr. Redman called her into his office.

He was sitting behind his desk wearing his reading glasses and going over some report.

"Sit down, Sally," he said. "Be with you in a moment."

Sally sat. It was more than a moment before he looked up at her again. He seemed surprised to see her there and then he remembered that he had called her himself.

"Oh yes, Sally," he said.

Sally had crossed her legs and fixed her dress so that her knees showed. She didn't want to go too far too soon. Mr. Redman's eyes dropped nervously to her legs and quickly away.

He cleared his throat.

"Sally," Mr. Redman said. "I've been looking at some of your records."

"You have?" Sally asked.

"Yes. There are a few things I don't understand."

"Like what?" Sally asked.

"Your grades. It seems like you were doing so poorly in math until these last few weeks. Suddenly your grades have improved one hundred percent. Even your English has improved."

"Yes," Sally said. "I've been doing a lot of extra study lately."

"That's just it," Mr. Redman said. "Your study hall teacher tells me you're hardly ever there. And you've been seen wandering the halls. Now exactly what is going on?"

Sally shifted in her chair and felt his eyes back on her legs again. She'd known she had nice legs but not that nice. He seemed to be too interested in them for a moral man. Perhaps she could seduce him.

"I can explain," Sally said. "You see, I've been doing all my study at home."

"At home," Mr. Redman said. "All your study at home? That's unusual. Most of our students hardly ever take work home anymore."

"Well I need good grades," Sally said.

"Hmmmm," Mr. Redman said. "That's a very good attitude. I wish more of our children would put in more hours at home. Yes, that's a very good attitude."

"Home is a good place to study," Sally said.

She felt the conversation was getting silly but she was interested in the way he kept looking at her. She wondered what it was going to lead to.

"I wish more of our girls would study," Mr. Redman said. "I wish they could show the exceptional improvement that you've shown in the past few weeks."

"Maybe they're not as interested as I am," Sally said. "I really want to make good. I have my career to think about."

"Your career?" he asked. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Oh," Sally shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't decided anything yet. I just want to do good so my grades will stand up to the test."

She almost laughed at the lies she was telling. He got a sincere expression on his face.

"That's wonderful," he beamed. "All most girls can think about is getting married. I'm gad to talk to a young lady with different ideas. You have an exceptional viewpoint."

"Thank you," Sally said.

"All they think about is marriage," he continued. "They don't think they need an education. Well they're really wrong. A girl should get a good education now before it's too late."

"I agree," Sally said.

Sally had on her most serious face.

Mr. Redman got up and walked to his window. He put his hands behind his back and looked out. He stared for a long time at the parking lot.

"Look at that," he said. "Now all boys have their own cars. I used to have to walk to school. Children just don't realize how good they've got it."

"I agree," Sally said again.

"They just don't appreciate it," he said. "They just don't appreciate all they've got."

"I know," Sally said.

Sally had crossed her legs again so that her dress slid back even farther on her bare thighs. A strip of pink flesh was revealed. He didn't want to look but his eyes kept dropping. He was so obvious. So pathetic. Sally knew he wanted the conversation to go on but he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Well, I'm glad we've had this little talk," Mr. Redman said. "You've answered my questions. You're dismissed, Sally. And keep up the good work."

"I will," Sally promised.

There was a smug smile on her face as she left his office. She knew that he would call her back. She knew he was too interested in her legs to allow her to stay away from him for very long.

He had more will power than she gave him credit for.

He waited two days before he called her once more into his office. This time he didn't keep her waiting. She went right on in.

This time he was standing near the window when she entered. He gave her a smile.

"Sit down, Sally," he said. "Sit down."

"Have I done something wrong, Mr. Redman?" Sally asked.

"Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry I called you out of your class again. I wanted to have a little talk with you."

Sally sat and felt his eyes on her legs as she tugged her short dress down. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to look at her legs. And more.

Sally noticed that he had a bulge in his trousers. He was getting turned on. She liked that. It made her feel warm between her thighs.

"What did you want to see me about?" Sally asked.

"See you about?" he said. "Oh yes, well, you see I wanted to have a little talk."

"About what?"

He seemed to be searching his mind for a quick answer.

"I started thinking about what you said. About study."

"Yes?" Sally questioned.

"Well I thought that you had such a good attitude and you're such a popular girl that you might be able to influence some of the other students."

"To do what?" Sally asked.

"You know," he said. "Influence them to study and to work a little harder. Kind of set them an example."

It was a very weak excuse to bring her back but Sally pretended to be impressed by his idea. "I might be able to influence a few," Sally said. "Of course you will," he said. "They'd be sure to listen to a pretty girl like you." Sally looked pleased.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Sally asked. "Yes, Sally," he said. "You're a very pretty girl. Very pretty."

"Boys say that I am," Sally said. "But I don't know if I believe them."

"Believe them," he said. "You are pretty." He looked uncomfortable giving her compliments.

"I think my legs are too fat," Sally said.

She stretched her legs out in front of her. She could feel his hot eyes on her.

"Do you think they're too fat?"

"No," he said. "Your legs are very nice. Very attractive. Very nice."

"Do you really think that," Sally said. "Or are you just trying to make me feel good?"

"Oh, I do," he said. "I like your legs. I think they're very attractive."

Sally shrugged her shoulders. "But they're fat," Sally said.

"No," he protested. He wiped off his gasses. "They're just right."

"A little higher up and they're fat," Sally insisted. "Here, I'll show you."

Sally stood up and hiked up her dress up above her knees to where her panties began. She stopped as she felt his hot eyes feasting on her bare flesh.

"Put your skirt down," he said weakly. "This isn't proper."

"But don't you think they're a little fat?" Sally asked him.

"No," he said. "As a clinical observation I should say that they're perfect."

"Come closer," Sally said. "You can see them better."

"This is close enough," he said. "I don't think this is proper. Someone might walk in. Someone might not understand what's going on."

"We can fix that," Sally said.

She went to the door and locked it. She made sure he heard the sound of the lock going into place. She turned back to face him once more.

"Now I'll show you more," Sally said.

She lifted the skirt to her waist. She heard him gasp for breath and she saw his eyes flickering nervously to the yellow panties she wore. Sally stood with her legs apart.

"Dear God!" he said.

"Do you think they're nice?" Sally asked.

She ran a hand down the side of one thigh.

"It has good muscle tone," Sally said.

"Dear Jesus!"

"They're as nice as anyone's," Sally said.

"Oh Jesus!"

She walked to him and took his hand. He didn't protest as she placed it against one bare thigh. She made him rub his hand in a circular motion. She could feel the heat from his palm going through her legs.

"Now don't I have good muscle tone?" Sally asked.

"Oh dear God and Jesus!" he moaned.

Sweat broke out on his forehead. His mouth dropped open. His entire body seemed to tremble.

She let the back of her hand brush against his prick. He was really getting hot. She allowed his hand to go up under her skirt and rub against her panties. He wanted to stop. She could see that he wanted to, but he was too excited by her fresh young body to stop.

She had him at her mercy.

"What am I doing?" he asked. "Oh God, what am I doing? Oh, what's happening to me?"

"You're just rubbing me," Sally whispered. "There's nothing wrong with that. You're just rubbing me a little."

"I can't," he said. "I can't be doing this."

"Just relax," Sally said. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Sally reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall to the floor.

She stood back as he rubbed her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She stood before him in only bra and panties.

"Take my bra off," Sally commanded.

He approached his task with obvious relish. He quickly pulled off her bra and freed her huge titties. He touched them and then he tilted his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked her nipples as if they were candy. Sally moaned as delicious shivers went over her.

"That's nice," she said. "You are nice, Mr. Redman."

Again she took his hand and placed it between her legs. She made him rub her as he sucked on her titties. Mr. Redman was feeling really guilty but he couldn't stop. Never before had he tasted flesh so sweet and willing as Sally's. He needed her more than he had ever needed any woman.

God, he was going crazy! His cock was aching and his hot balls felt heavy with sperm. He kept picturing his cold wife at home with her gobs of repugnant flesh. He kept thinking about her frigid body and hearing her turn his request for sex down with a haughty shaking of her fat head.

He sucked in more of Sally's creamy flesh.

"On the desk," Sally said. "Clear off your desk and get undressed."

There was no stopping Mr. Redman. He cleared of his desk, pushing papers and books onto the floor. Sally was excited by how badly he needed her.

He undressed quickly, revealing a body that was as skinny as Mr. Pucket's. But his cock jutted up strong and hard between his legs.

"On the desk," Sally said.

He stretched out on the desk and Sally crawled on top of him. He had never had a woman like this and it was exciting him more than he would have thought possible.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Mr. Redman," Sally said.

He watched as she positioned herself above his cock. She came down slowly. He felt his hot cock slipping up into her cuntal entrance. It felt so good. Her moist hotness surrounded his hot staff. He felt wonderful. She was so tight that he thought he was going to come almost immediately.

He was able to control himself but not for long.

She started to bounce up and down on hard cock. She was really riding him. Slowly and deliciously she would slide him up into her cunt. She would squeeze her cuntal muscles so that he would be squirming with delight.

"Like it?" she questioned him.

"Oh yes," he moaned. "Oh yes!"

"Then tell me," she commanded. "Tell me how much you like it."

He started moaning loud enough to be heard outside. Sally didn't care. She would leave him to explain to his secretary the peculiar noises that had come from his office.

She reached between them and grasped his balls, then started bouncing up and down a little faster.

"God," he moaned. "Oh God, you're killing me!"

"I just love to kill men this way," Sally said. "Don't you love to die this way?"

"Oh yes," he said. "Oh yes!"

She felt the first of his hot cum spurt up into her cunt. Then another hot spurt. Then he was flooding her cunt with his thick love juice. He had a heavy load. He had probably not given any to his wife for a long while. She kept pumping his rod until he was drained dry.

Sally quickly came off his cock and went up the desk. She poised herself over his face and lowered herself onto his tongue.

He was more than willing to eat her. His hot tongue entered her curd licking at both his juices and hers. She felt hot waves go over her. He was a good cunt lapper -- that was a pleasant surprise.

"Oh yes," she said. "That's sweet kissing. Keep it up! Keep it up!"

She felt so hot that it was only minutes before her juices flooded, into his mouth. She kept grinding herself against his face until she had drained away every drop into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it. He gobbled up her flesh like candy. She finally had to drag herself away. She gave him a pat on the head.

"You're a sweet cunt lapper," she said. "Very sweet. I think I'll let you eat me often!"

She walked out of his office with a satisfied smile that left his secretary shaking her head in puzzlement.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sally was bored. She couldn't ever remember having been so bored. It wasn't that she was tired of sex. She still enjoyed a good fuck as much as she always had, but good fucks were getting hard to find.

Most of the men around school were hot for her but none of them had measured up to Duke. Now that she had nearly the entire school jumping for her, she had grown tired of her games.

There had to be something she could do to spice things up.

She started thinking about putting two or more of her slaves together. The thought intrigued her. Perhaps it would be sexy to have Mr. Thicket and Coach Marylynn together. She started to think of other combinations it would be interesting.

She decided to start with Bill and Marylynn. Bill had expressed his approval of Marylynn's looks quite a few times.

"She's got the best-looking ass I've ever seen, Bill had often said."

"And what would you do with her ass if you could have it?" Sally questioned.

He would smack his lips and give her some sort of evasive answer. Sally decided that she would find out what Bill would do with Coach Marylynn once and for all. It might be interesting to watch. At least it would help her boredom.

She found Bill in the parking lot one afternoon after school. Earlier that day she had already told Marylynn to wait after class for her. Marylynn had gotten that look in her eye, and Sally had not bothered to tell the coach that it would not be her body that would be so ruthlessly used that evening.

Bill was leaning against a car talking with some of his friends. Sally sensed the other boys looking at her with appreciation as she approached.

"Bill," she said. "I've got to talk to you."

"Sure, Sally."

He walked away with her like an obedient puppy to the calls and jeers of his friends. Most of them knew that Sally was acquiring a reputation around school but they didn't know if she was actually doing all the things that rumor said she was doing.

Sally knew a great many of them would have given their right arm to find out.

"What is it, Sally?" Bill asked.

"I've got a surprise for, you, Bill," Sally said, taking his arm.

She could feel his muscles flex. He grinned at her.

"A surprise, huh. Well that's nice, Sally."

He allowed his hand to brush against her hip.

"Not me, silly," Sally said.

"Not you?" he asked. "Then what kind of surprise?"

"You'll see." Sally shrugged.

"Listen, Sally," he said. "I'm in no mood for your games. What kind of surprise?"

This time she didn't like the tone of his voice. Oddly enough it excited her a little. She had a faint hope that he was starting to act like a man. Sally dropped his arm.

"Okay," she said. "Go back to your friends. I don't have to talk to you when you get like this."

She faced him. His face was red with anger. She secretly hoped that he would grab her and slap her around a little and then carry her off to his car. She wanted him to. She knew that she would have been his willing slave if he'd only acted like a man. He didn't.

Instead his face softened and his eyes took on a pleading tone.

"Ahhh, gee, Sally," he said. "Don't be mad. I didn't mean anything."

"Okay, you're forgiven," Sally said. "Now be a good little boy and come on."

She started toward the gym sure that he would follow. He may have taken exception to her tone of voice again, but he followed just the same. Sally knew that he was hot for her body. She wanted to make him hotter. She stopped just inside the gym door and waited for him to enter.

She pressed herself against him.

"Sally," he said. "Sally."

She didn't feel sexy as she pressed her lips against his and pushed her tongue inside his mouth. She only felt a little excited by what was going to happen. She felt his hands cup her titties and she felt the bulge of his trousers. He was hot enough.

She pulled away from him.

"What are you doing to me, Sally?" he asked.

"Come on," she said. "Just a few steps more. Just a few little steps."

She took him into the back offices and then into the women's locker room.

"Jesus, Sally," he said. "I can't go in there."

"Are you afraid?" Sally asked, teasing.

"Then come on."

"But Jesus," he protested. "What if somebody sees?"

"That doesn't matter."

It mattered to him. Bill was worried. Sally had been acting strange for the past few days and this was one of her strangest acts. He could get expelled from school, or even worse, if he was caught back here. And he knew he could be easily caught because the girls' coach, Marylynn, had an office in the rear.

"Come on," Sally urged.

He wouldn't have gone if he hadn't been so hot. But those few minutes Sally pressed up against him had started an aching in his balls that he couldn't control.

He needed some pussy and Sally's was the best in school. But damn, she was a crazy girl! He couldn't help himself. He followed her into the darkness of the gym locker room. Sally flipped on a light.

"Goddamn," he whispered. "Turn that off!"

"What's the matter?" Sally asked. "Are you afraid somebody will see you?"

"Jesus Christ!" he said. "You know I am. Coach Marylynn's office is just back there."

"But that's where we're going, love," Sally said.

"Jesus Christ!" Bill said again.

He knew that Sally had flipped. It would be just like her to want to fuck in one of the teacher's rooms. And what better room than Marylynn's room. It was hidden. It was just that walking through the girls' gym locker was making him nervous as hell.

They came out into the hallway. Bill could see Marylynn's room at the end of the hall. He felt a lump in his throat.

"Wait here," Sally said.

Bill waited as Sally walked cautiously up the hall. Sally was acting for Bill's benefit. She already knew that Marylynn would be in the room waiting.

Sally pushed open the door. Marylynn sat behind her desk. She had changed from the gray bulky gym clothes to a skirt and blouse. Sally was glad she had. It made the coach more appealing.

"Hello, Sally," Marylynn said. "You haven't come to see me in a while."

"I've been busy," Sally said.

"No matter. You're here now."

Marylynn got up from behind the desk and walked around to get close to Sally. Sally saw the woman had let her hair down. Sally thought that the coach really was a pretty girl with her dark eyes and young expression. Sally could see why Bill went for her.

"I'm glad you came, Sally," Marylynn said. "I've been missing you."

Coach Marylynn kissed her. It was a soft, pleading kiss. The kind Sally got from her men when they were hungry for her. She allowed Marylynn to fondle the cheeks of her ass before she pulled away.

"I'm not alone," Sally said. "I've brought a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yes. You know my boy friend Bill?"

"I know him, but why did you bring him here?"

"Because he likes you," Sally said. "He really likes your ass."

"My ass!" Marylynn looked puzzled. "But what's that got to do with us?"

Marylynn seemed to realize what Sally was hinting at. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Surely you can't mean..."

"I do mean," Sally said.

"I won't do it. I've never allowed another man to touch me. I just won't."

"Yes you will," Sally said.

Sally remembered what had to be done the last time Marylynn refused to do something. In fact, Sally had hoped that the coach might refuse her. She had enjoyed the hot thrill that had gone through her when she had slapped the woman.

"I can't," Marylynn said.

Sally was ready. She slapped Coach Marylynn as hard as she could. A hot fire went through Sally's legs. She slapped the coach until her hands were stinging and Marylynn was sobbing softly. Sally caressed one of Marylynn's titties through her blouse.

"You'll do anything I say, Coach Marylynn," Sally said softly. "I own you."

"Yes," Marylynn whispered.

"I'm going now to get Bill," Sally said. "Now you're not going to argue with me anymore."

"No," Marylynn promised.

Sally walked outside. Bill was still down at the end of the hall. Sally almost had to lean against the door for her knees felt so weak. Why couldn't she find someone who would slap her around like that? She knew that, deep in her heart, being someone's slave was what she desired.

"Duke," she moaned. "Where are you, Duke?"

"Sally," Bill called. "Is everything all right, Sally?"

Bill had been standing there listening to the sounds in the office. Twice he had almost run away. Only his need of Sally kept him standing there. He had thought he heard voices in the office and the sound of someone being slapped. He hoped it hadn't been Sally.

Sally straightened up and smiled at Bill.

"Yes," she said. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. Why don't you come on?"

Bill walked up the hall. Sally took him by the hand and led him into the office. At first he didn't see the coach. She was standing against the far wall. He stopped in shock when he did see her. His mouth fell open.

"Close your mouth," Sally said. "Haven't you ever seen a woman before?"

"But I thought..."

"I know what you thought," Sally said. "You thought I was bringing you in here to fuck. But you were wrong. I brought you in here to perform."

"To perform?" Bill asked.

He didn't understand. All that he could think of was being caught in the back locker room and kicked out of school. Being kicked out of school wasn't so bad. But being kicked out because he was back here would be thought perverted.

Marylynn reached up and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. Now Bill really was shocked. He watched as she undid the blouse down the front and shrugged it from her shoulders. She was wearing a slim black bra. She reached behind her back and unhooked it. Bill swallowed as her small but well-rounded titties were exposed.

"Where do you want us?" Marylynn asked.

"On the desk," Sally said.

On the desk? Bill couldn't believe it was happening but Marylynn was cleaning off the desk. Bill started getting the idea, and he liked it. He had always been turned on my Marylynn. Her slender body and well-rounded ass had caused him to bulge every time he looked at her.

He looked curiously at Sally. Sally had taken a chair near the door.

"She's yours," Sally said. "She's your to do with as you please. Anything you please. Do you understand? Anything. Now let's see if you perform as well as you talk."

Bill felt his prick start to ache. He quickly stripped off his shirt and his trousers. He saw Marylynn's eyes going down to the bulge in his shorts.

Bill took Sally at her word. If Marylynn was really his to do as he pleased, then there were a couple of things he'd always had fantasies about. "Come here," Bill commanded.

He didn't know if his command would be obeyed or not. He was overjoyed to see Marylynn walk toward him. She stopped just inches from him and he placed his hands on her small, firm titties. He rubbed his hands over them and teased the nipples and they became hard under his rough caress.

"Your knees," he said. "On your knees."

Marylynn still had on her skirt, panties, and shoes. She pressed her skirt in about her knees and dropped to the floor. Her eyes were on a level with his bulging cock.

"Oh," Sally clapped her hands. "This is fine. You're both doing just fine."

Marylynn felt a little sick. But she knew she was going to have to do as Sally commanded. Somehow she could refuse Sally nothing.

Marylynn grasped the boy's shorts and pulled them down his legs. His hard prick jumped up stiff and ready. His red crown already leaked a little drop of pearly white ooze.

"Suck me!" Bill said.

This was one fantasy he'd always had. Having a teacher on her knees sucking his prong. It was wonderful. He looked down at her mass of black hair as she pressed her face into his crotch. He felt her tongue.

Her tongue felt wet and hot as it licked the end of his prick. He knew she was licking away the drop of salty jism that had already popped out of his cock-head. God, how he loved that wet tongue licking around the tip of his cock-head. Delicious shivers went up and down his body. He looked over at Sally. Sally had her mouth open licking her lips.

"Take me in your mouth," Bill said.

He felt Marylynn's hot, wet mouth engulfed his hard prick. He went deep into her throat and his entire cock tingled with the pleasure of his entry.

"Dear Jesus!" he cried. "Oh dear Jesus! This is fantastic!"

She started sucking hard on him and using her tongue to surround his stiffness. She pulled him even deeper into her throat and her tongue flicked at his balls. Even his balls! My God, his balls were slowly being pulled into her mouth. She was eating him alive.

He knew he was getting near his come. He pulled back and let her lick the underside of his prick until he had calmed a little. Then he allowed her to suck his prick back into her mouth again.

He couldn't stand it. The hot, moist mouth was licking and sucking every inch of his big prick. He could feel his balls aching to rid themselves of his heavy load. He just couldn't stand it another moment.

"God!" he cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to flood your hot mouth with my cum! Oh Dear Sweet Jesus! Here I come! Here I fucking comeeeeee!"

His prick exploded into her mouth. He expected her to pull away. He never expected her to take it all as she did. Marylynn took every drop of his thick whiteness and swallowed it down. She didn't spill a drop and she kept her mouth against his cock until he quit trembling.

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned as he quit pumping his semen into her hot and willing mouth.

She fell away from him and then sat down on the edge of her desk. She could still taste his semen in her mouth. A strong, salty flavor. Marylynn looked over at Sally and felt her blood start to run hot.

Sally had her legs crossed and she was rubbing them together. Her skirt was above her thighs and Coach Marylynn could see her yellow panties and some of the pubic hairs peeking out.

Sally noticed the look. She had not expected to get so hot watching Marylynn suck off Bill. But the whole scene had made her very hot. Now Bill's prick was limp and would, be for a while. But there were other ways for Sally to get off.

Sally parted her legs so that Marylynn could see right up her dress. So could Bill. He looked at her in puzzlement and then at his limp prick.

"I can't do anything for you now, Sally," he said. "Just wait a minute or two."

It had probably not occurred to him that Marylynn might be able to do something for Sally.

"You don't have to do anything," Sally said. "I think we can make you hard again. And then you have another promise to keep."

"Another promise," Bill repeated.

"Yes," Sally said. "But we'll talk about that later."

Sally was thinking about Bill's appreciation of Marylynn's ass. Sally had seen a man fucking a woman in the ass in the porno movie Bill had taken her to. She had thought about it a lot afterwards. Not her. It would hurt too bad. But she would like to see it done to someone else. Someone like Marylynn.

"We'll talk about it after we get you hard," Sally said. "And I know just how to get you hard."

"How?" Bill asked.

He was getting interested. He saw the looks Marylynn kept giving Sally. He knew that women made it together but he had never seen it in the flesh. He could feel a stirring of his cock already.

"Come here," Sally commanded Marylynn. "I'm hot for your tongue."

Marylynn was there in a moment. This was the kind of thing that Marylynn really enjoyed -- she would suck a cock if that was what Sally wanted, but it was only to get to Sally. Sally helped by raising her hips as Marylynn pulled the yellow panties down.

Sally leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She felt the first hesitant flick of the tongue between her legs. She was already juicy and she knew it wouldn't take long to bring her off, especially with a tongue as experienced as Marylynn's.

Coach Marylynn's tongue slipped inside Sally's hot box and Sally started squirming her hips against the hot and probing tongue. The tongue found her clit. Her tiny bud was already filled with blood and very sensitive. The first touch of Marylynn's tongue sent hot shivers through her cunt.

"Eat me," Sally cried. "Eat me up good!"

Explosion after explosion rocked Sally's body as Marylynn's tongue kept probing.

"Jesus!" Sally cried. "I'm going to come! Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Oh fuck! Oh Christ! Oh fuckkkkk, I'm comingggggg!"

She grabbed the back of Marylynn's head and kept her pushed into her hot cunt. She flooded Marylynn's tongue with her juices. Marylynn lapped them up loudly.

"Ahhhhhh, Jesus!" Sally moaned.

She opened her eyes again. Bill was standing near the desk. He had been turned on by the sight of Marylynn eating out Sally. His prick was so hard and jutting.

"Ummm," Sally said. "That's what I like to see. A man who rises to the opportunity."

"You said something about a promise," Bill said.

Sally smiled.

She pushed Marylynn away. Marylynn looked tired but happy. Sally had a feeling that the next thing she asked of Marylynn was not going to add to her happiness.

"Take off the rest of your clothes," Sally said.

Marylynn nodded. She only wished that Sally didn't make her fuck men. She didn't like to have those things up her cunt. Even her husband's cock disappointed her.

Coach Marylynn felt Bill's hot eyes on her bare skin as she stripped out of her clothes. She felt his eyes go down to her thick bush.

"Jesus!" Bill said in awe. "What a bush."

"Keep your eyes off it," Sally said. "That's not what you promised you'd do."

Bill suddenly understood. He had been talking about Marylynn's sweet ass for a long time. Everybody in school had heard him say something about it. And now Sally wanted him to make good his words. Well, Bill didn't mind. He'd never had a woman in the ass, but now was as good a time to start as any.

"I see what you mean," Bill said. "Turn around, baby. I want to take another look at your sweet ass."

Marylynn turned red. She turned to the wall and presented to him the plump cheeks of her ass. She felt his hot eyes devouring her.

"Good," Bill said. "I ought to get a nice ride out of those."

Marylynn turned around quickly.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"He's going to fuck you in the ass," Sally explained. "That's what he promised me he was going to do and Bill always keeps his promises."

Marylynn was horrified.

"Oh, no he's not," Marylynn said. "This has gone far enough. I won't allow that."

"Oh yes you will!" Sally countered.

"You little bitch," Marylynn said. "You won't get away with it this time. I won't let you. You can't make me do this. Not ever. Now get your panties on and get the fuck out of my office!"

Marylynn was trembling with rage.

Sally saw Bill starting to dress and Sally held up her hand to stop him. She smiled softly at Marylynn.

"You know I can make you," Sally said.

"You can't make me do that."

Sally stood up. Marylynn was ready for her this time. She backed up before Sally could swing. Sally started for her again.

"I'm going to clobber you," Marylynn said. "I'm stronger than you are. Much stronger. Come another step and I'll bust you. I'm not going to do that. Anything but that." Marylynn's eyes took on a pleading expression. "Please, Sally."

"You're going to do it!" Sally insisted.

Marylynn didn't have the will to swing at Sally like she had promised. Sally caught one weak swing of Coach Marylynn's hand with her own.

Sally began to strike her. They weren't hard blows but they were consistent and left red imprints across Marylynn's face. Marylynn was defeated. She was pushed back against the wall and she quit trying to defend herself. Marylynn went down to her knees.

"Please, Sally," Marylynn begged. "Please don't make me."

Sally continued to strike her. She felt the old sense of power surge through her. She could feel Bill's eyes on them. She knew he would be shocked, unable to move. He probably couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Sally quit because her arm grew tired. She lifted Marylynn's head by the hair.

"You called me a bitch," Sally whispered.

"I didn't mean it," Marylynn said. "I didn't mean it."

"Who's the bitch around here?" Sally asked.

"I am," Marylynn said quickly. "I'm the bitch! I'm the bitch! I'm the bitch! I'M THE BITCH!"

"That's better," Sally said, releasing her head. "Now stand up and walk to the desk."

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.

CHAPTER NINE

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."

"Maybe," Sally was still smiling.

The man took encouragement from this. He moved his hand around so that he cupped one firm cheek of Sally's ass. He started squeezing it gently.

"Maybe we can go somewhere and talk about it," he said.

"Sure," Sally said.

The man never quite knew how it happened. One minute he was caressing her ass and the next minute he was tripping over one of her legs.

He sprawled flat on his back and felt a shoe at his throat.

"You're a dirty old man," Sally said.

She pressed her shoe into his throat and made him gag. He started pleading with her, but then Sally's soft smile was replaced by a hard one.

"You like to pick up girls, don't you?" Sally asked. "Well this is one girl you won't forget for a long time."

Sally kicked him right between the legs as hard as she could. The man grunted and doubled up in pain. She kicked him again. Team burned at his eyes.

"God," he said. "Make her stop! Make her stop!"

Sally kicked him one last time and he went black. She turned to the bartender. There was a smile on the bartender's face. He had watched a lot of bar girls handle the fat drunk, but never a girl who handled him so easily as Sally. The man never would have expected such an innocent-looking girl to be capable of inflicting such pain.

"You'd better clean him up," Sally said. "And sober him up so he won't go trying to pick up any more little girls."

"You did him a job," the bartender said.

"A girl has to protect herself," Sally said. "My gym teacher taught me that little trick."

The bartender figured he owed her something.

He'd gotten a good laugh.

"You wanted to see Duke?" the bartender asked.

"Yes."

"Upstairs. First door on the right."

"Thanks," Sally said.

Sally walked up the stairway, wondering why Duke would stay in such a fleabag place. The car was worth more money than this entire place.

She found the door and knocked.

"Come in," Duke said.

Sally felt her heart begin to pound as she opened the door. Duke lay sprawled out on top of a dirty bed. He was naked. He looked up at her.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Don't you remember me, Duke?" Sally asked. A slow smile came to his face.

"Sure I do. The pretty little formal gal on her way to the party. What do you want with me?"

"I came to talk," she said.

"Talk, hell," he said. "Get your clothes off."

That was the way she wanted it. To be ordered around by Duke. To be told the way to do things. This was the way she wanted things.

She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt. She saw his eyes devour her with hunger and anticipation. She stripped off her panties and unhooked her bra.

"Walk around the room," he said.

She walked naked around the room. He took in every inch of her flawless body. She saw his prick slowly growing hard. He put his hand around his thick staff and slowly masturbated himself to stiffness.

"So you wanted old Duke again," he said. "Most girls do."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Well come on over here, baby. Give me a taste of those luscious titties."

She came to him and he pulled her down on top of him. Sally felt his hard prick brush against her bare leg. His lips closed on her nipple.

Sally felt electric sparks jump through her body.

Duke knew how to suck a titty. He wasn't like those other men. He knew how to treat a girl. He sucked in more of her flesh and she sighed.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like old Duke to suck on your titty?"

She wished he'd quit talking so much and do more kissing. But Duke liked to listen to himself. He kept whispering into her ear as he fondled her titties.

"You've got a nice pair of jugs, baby. I like a big pair of jugs on a woman. I like them to be firm and tasty with a hard brown nipple on the end. And yours are sure hard, baby. You like old Duke to suck em?"

"Yes," she said.

She pressed her lips to his. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She tongue kissed him for a long while. He was exciting her but something was wrong. It was not as she remembered it. He was not so demanding or so rough with her. She got the feeling that she was commanding the situation.

Sally had to see how far she could go. She kissed his nipples and sucked them into hardness and she heard him groan. Her wet tongue slithered down his body in large circles.

She felt something wet and sticky against, her leg. She looked down and saw that his prick was oozing pre-cum. He pulled her up and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Now old Duke's going to give you something to remember him by," Duke said.

He pushed her up so that she was sitting nearly on top of him.

"Baby," he moaned. "You just sit that hot cunt of yours right down on my prick."

Sally gently lowered herself down on his hard prick. His prick filled her but even it wasn't as large as she remembered. She moaned as his fingers flicked her nipples.

"Ride me, baby," he said. "Ride me good."

She started bouncing up and down on his hard prick. She could feel him sliding in and out, his cock-head popping against the outside of her cunt, but it wasn't as good as she remembered.

"Gawd almighty!" he groaned. "Oh God, that's it! You're doing it to me, baby! You're doing it to me!"

She started humping faster as she felt his prick getting ready to explode. She felt the first hot sticky spurt of him. Then a second. It wasn't what she wanted. She was frustrated and unhappy as the last of his prick juice flooded her.

She got off of him and walked to her clothes. She was putting them back on when the door was flung open. A heavy redhead stood there. She wore expensive clothes and had a mink wrapped around her shoulders.

"Who the hell is this?" she questioned. "I can explain, Martha," Duke said. "You don't have to explain," the woman said.

"I turn my back for five minutes and you're fucking the first cunt you see! I don't know how you do it."

"It really wasn't a very good fuck," Sally said. The woman looked speechless. She lifted one fat fist and shook it under Sally's nose.

"YOU TRAMP!" the woman cried. "YOU WHORE!"

"Watch what you say," Sally said.

"I'll say what I want," the woman cried. "I buy him thins. I give him a new car and anything else he wants and he pants over you young things. You tramp!"

"I feel sorry for you," Sally said.

"Sorry for me? Why should you be sorry for me?"

"Because I thought he was a man. He's not. And you want tat."

"Hey!" Duke said.

"He's nothing," Sally said. "I thought he knew how to use that prick, but he doesn't. I was just a frightened little girl when he took me the first time. I thought he was special. Now that I'm a woman I can do better."

"Why, you little bitch," Duke said. "You like it. You know you did."

"It was all right, but I know a dozen or more who know how to use a prick better and they're still in high school. You're just a novice."

"You bitch!" he said again.

"Don't get up," Sally warned.

Sally was mad and hurt and she was ready to do to him what she'd done to the man downstairs. Duke must have seen it in her eyes. He stayed on the bed.

"Get yourself a man," Sally told the woman.

The woman continued to stare as Sally finished dressing and left the room. Sally had sounded tough but her eyes were flooding with tears by the time she got outside. Duke was her last chance. Now she'd never find a man who could make her feel like a real woman. Never.

CHAPTER TEN

Sally was tired and bitter. She had been hurt by Duke's performance. She realized now that she had built him up to something special in her mind. He really wasn't that special and Sally wished that she had never met him again. Then she would have always had some man to respect. Now she had nobody.

It was getting dark outside. She knew her parents would be wondering about her. She started walking. It was a bad section of town but Sally wasn't worried. She almost wished some man would jump out of the bushes and rape her. At least he would treat her like a woman.

She saw Bill's car returning. It made her angry. He had no business coming back. She had made that very plain. She waited by the streetlight as he pulled up to the curb. Bill opened the car door from the inside.

"Get in the car," he said.

"You go to hell!" she said.

She started walking again. She was tired of Bill and of his childish ways. She was going to have to find her a new boy friend to escort her around. There was no end to the possibilities, but she had the feeling she wouldn't find the man she was looking for in any of them.

Bill was following her. She heard his footsteps behind her. She turned to stop this for good. It wasn't Bill. It was the man she had struck in the bar. The plump man she had kicked in the balls. He wasn't going to be an easy victim this time. He had a long, wicked-looking knife in his hand.

"You kicked me," he sneered.

Sally was frightened and she started backing up.

"You little bitch," he said. "You kicked me. You kicked me in the balls. I only wanted a little feel. What was so wrong about that? You could have told me to leave. I would have left. But you had to kick me."

"Please," Sally whispered.

"You little shit!" he said. "I know your kind. You walk around thinking your ass is solid gold. Well, you ain't going to be so pretty anymore. Not anymore you ain't. Not when I get though with you."

Her back was against a wall. She could go no farther. He placed the tip of the knife under her throat. He pressed it closer until he was actually pricking her throat.

"Now you're scared," he said. "Now I've made you scared. Well I ain't going to kill you. I'm just going to mark you up a little. Just a little. So you won't think your ass is so precious anymore."

She knew he meant what he said. He was going to mark her up so that she would never be looked at again in the way that someone looks at an attractive girl. She could already see her face with ugly scars.

"Please," Sally said. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't scar me."

"Too late for that," he said. "Too late."

Somehow she twisted out from under him and tried to run. The razor-sharp knife pricked her arm and drew blood. The sight of her own blood gave her new strength. She twisted out of his grasp and started for the street.

He was no more than two steps behind her when she reached the street. She could feel his heavy breathing on her neck. And then she saw Bill's car, and it was like the cavalry coming to the rescue. She had never realized how big and impressive Bill was when he was angry.

He stopped the car against the curb and he was out in a minute.

"You fucking bastard!" Bill yelled as he reached for the burly man.

The man turned away but he was not fast enough. Sally was breathless as she watched Bill tear the knife out of the man's hand and fling it to the ground. He slammed the man's face against the stone wall of the buildings. Sally saw a smear of blood against the brick.

Bill struck the plump man a few more times before the man went to his knees.

"Please," the man begged. "I didn't hurt her. I wasn't going to. Honest to God! I was just going to scare her a little. Don't hit me no more. Please!"

Bill kicked him in the face and the man went out cold. Bill turned around to look at Sally. His face was savage. His hands were clenched tight and there was blood on them.

"Get in the Goddamn car, you dumb bitch!" Bill said.

"Yes, Bill," Sally said.

Bill had not really thought about the things he was saying. He only knew he was mad as hell. He had time to cool off a little as he walked to the car.

He slipped into the seat beside her and put the car into gear.

"I'm thirsty as hell," he said. "Reach back there and get me a beer."

That was something he had never done when Sally was in the car. Sally said she wouldn't stay in the same car with a boy who drank. But right now Bill just didn't give a damn about Sally's feelings.

He was surprised as hell when Sally handed him his beer. She even opened it for him. He took a deep swig and tried to calm down a little. He couldn't.

"You dumb bitch," Bill said. "Don't you know that you could have gotten killed out there?"

"Yes," Sally said.

"Stupid fucking bitch," Bill swore softly.

He took another drink of the beer. His temper started to mellow. He realized that there was something different about Sally. Something meek in her voice. He was sitting there cussing her and she was listening without protest.

Maybe a good cussing was what she needed all along.

"I'm going to drive up to the point," Bill said.

Sally wasn't sure what caused the new note in Bill's voice but she knew that it was exciting her. He was beginning to take, the same note of command that Duke had taken with her the first lime. She was even excited by his cussing her.

And now he wasn't asking her if he could take her to the point. He was simply taking her there. With or without her permission he was going to the point. Sally sighed. She knew he wouldn't keep this up but it had been nice while it lasted.

"I want to go home," Sally said.

"Fuck you," Bill said. "I'm tired of hearing about what you want. It's going to be what I want for a while."

Sally closed her hot thighs tightly together. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nobody had ever dared talk to her like that. She would soon put Bill in his place.

"I thank you for what you did back there," Sally said. "But that doesn't mean you own me. Now take me home."

Her voice was icy and she expected to see him turn the car around. He didn't. He was still driving toward the point. Sally couldn't believe what was happening.

"Bill," she said. "Didn't you hear me?"

"I hear you," Bill said.

"Then take me home."

"I don't think you're catching on," Bill said. "We're going to the point. Why don't you have a beer and calm down?"

Bill knew he was taking a chance. A big chance. He might have figured things out all wrong. But he felt like he had nothing to lose. His relationship with Sally was getting worse. Sally was using everybody in school. He was just not going to allow himself to be used any longer.

"A beer!" Sally said. "I don't believe you. Who do you think you are?"

Bill turned off on the dirt road that led up to the point. He drove without looking at Sally. He knew she was burning mad at him, but he didn't care. He was going to change things tonight or he was going to forget Sally ever existed.

He parked the car on the point and got out, making sure he took the keys with him. He didn't want Sally running off with his car. He was sure she was capable of doing something just like that.

He went to his trunk and took the blanket out. He stretched it out on the ground and sat down. He slowly finished his beer as Sally watched him from the car. She hadn't made any motion to get out. He drained the last drop from his can and threw it away.

"Sally," he called, "bring me another beer."

"Get it yourself," she said. "I'm staying right here."

"I don't think you're going to like it if I have to come and get it."

He was surprised to see her getting out of the car. She had his beer. She was smiling. He knew something was wrong. She opened the beer and held it out to him. He looked at it suspiciously as if she were holding out a snake, but reached to take it. At that instant Sally came around with a powerful swing that would have torn his head off if he'd been still sitting there. But he saw her hand coming and he'd moved fast enough to catch the full force of the blow on his shoulder.

"Goddamn it!" he yelled at her.

Sally then turned the can upside down splashing beer over Bill's shirt. She quickly turned and started running away. She was mad. He wasn't going to treat her like that. Not Bill. Duke may have been man enough to treat her rough, but not Bill. Bill was a weakling. He'd better look out or she'd cut his balls off.

Bill caught her in three strides.

His strong arm clamped down on her arm. She tried to tug away, but he was too strong. She tried to hit him but he twisted her arm up behind her.

"You are a class one bitch," he said.

He twisted her arm until the pain shot up her shoulder. Tears stung at her eyes. She found that her knees were growing weak and she could do nothing but slowly sink down to the ground.

"Please, Bill!"

She didn't want to say the words but the pain forced them out of her.

"Please, Bill," he mimicked her. "Now that's a little better. But I want you to beg me a little more."

He twisted her arm again and a gasp of pain tore from her throat.

"Please Bill," she begged him. "Please don't. Please don't hurt me anymore."

"Damn if I will," Bill said. "You've got a lesson to learn, and I'm going to teach it to you."

Bill was scared. He knew that this time he either had to break Sally or let her go. He wanted her beaten. He wanted to be able to tell her what to do for a change. But he knew he would never have the nerve to do anything else to her if this didn't work.

He gathered his courage and slapped her hard.

Sally gasped. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Not from Bill. Not from her puppet, Bill, who minded every word she'd ever told him. It couldn't be happening. But it was.

He was slapping her face harder and harder and bringing tears to her eyes.

"Stop," she said. "Please stop."

He didn't stop. He kept slapping her harder and harder. It was not only the pain but the humiliation. To be so treated by anyone. She promised herself she would never slap Coach Marylynn again.

"Oh my God, Bill," she moaned. "Stop. I'll get you another beer. I'll do anything!"

He released her.

Sally had intended to go for his throat the minute he let her up, but she changed her mind. She got up and dusted herself off. She went to the car and got his beer. She was going to pour this one on him, too. She was going to kick his teeth in. She looked at his grinning face. She was going to shove the can right down his throat.

She handed it to him with trembling fingers.

"Sit down, Sally," he said.

She didn't know what was wrong with her but she found herself sitting down. She realized she was actually minding Bill. She was doing what he said.

"Kiss me, Sally," he said.

She raised her head and kissed him on his lips. He pushed her away.

"Not there," he said. "You know where."

She nodded. She kept telling herself that she wasn't going to. She had kissed his cock before, but that had only been to lubricate him for Marylynn.

But now she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to suck his cock until he came. He wanted Sally to taste his cum. She just couldn't do that, she thought.

Yet she found herself fumbling at his zipper, pulling it down. She reached inside and found his cock bunched in his shorts. He wasn't hard. She undid his belt and he lifted his hips so that she could pull his trousers down. She pulled at his shorts so that his clothes were all bunched around his knees.

"Now," he said. "Kiss that thing, Sally. This is what you've always wanted."

She knew the words were true. She could feel hot flashes of excitement going through her. It was no longer Sally who was in command. Bill was and he would always be.

She lifted his limp cock and pressed her lips to it. She felt his prick swelling under her lips. She ran her hot tongue down the underside of his meaty cock. She tongued his scrotum and then drew each of his balls into her mouth.

Sally wanted to give him a good blow. She wanted him to have the best blow he'd ever had. She kept sucking on his balls until he pulled at her head.

"Put me in your mouth," he commanded.

Her pussy was burning hot as Sally lowered her mouth onto his swollen cock. She could taste his salty juices. He drank his beer and patted her on the head.

"You're doing good," he said. "You'll learn to do better."

She drew his thick shaft deep in her throat. She had him pushed against the back of her throat and could feel his wet stickiness brushing the inside of her mouth.

"Do it," he moaned. "Do it, Sally! Suck it down when I come in your mouth! Suck it and swallow it up good."

She wanted him to come quickly, but it seemed like hours before she felt his first hot spurt in the back of her throat. She went down on him as far as she could. Mother hot spurt and her mouth was filled. She almost couldn't take it all. It oozed out of the corner of her mouth and dripped on her dress. He grabbed her by the titties as he pounded his prick deep into her mouth.

"OH JESUS, SALLY!" he cried.

His hot prick kept jumping in her throat. She swallowed more of his thick white jism and finally he was done. His prick gave one last spurt and she felt him go limp. She drew her head away.

"You're not done," he said. "Clean me with your hair, but first go and get me another beer."

She did as she was told. When she got back she took handfuls of her hair and rubbed it up and down his cock. She rubbed his salty jism into her hair.

She finished and looked up at him.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

Her hot cunt was burning as she quickly stripped out of her clothes. He directed her to bend over on her hands and knees and she had her head on the ground and her quivering ass high in the air.

He was hard again. He mounted her dog-style and she felt his tough cock plunge into her deeper than anyone had gone before. God, it was exciting. Sally knew she'd met the man she had been looking for and he'd been around all the time.

"Fuck me," Sally cried. "Fuck me hard!"

She could feel her hot juices flowing as he fucked her. He pumped his prick into her wet cunt with deep, hard strokes. She pushed her cunt against him, crying out with the excitement that racked her body.

Spasms of pleasure shook her as she started coming.

"Oh Jesus!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, you're making me feel good! Oh Jesus, Bill!"

They came together. She felt his hot cum enter her cunt at the same lime her pleasure intensified.

She felt as though her entire body were exploding. She ground herself against him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"God!" she cried. "Oh God!"

He fell away from her. She remained like that until he told her she could move. She cuddled up next to him and he pushed her away.

"Don't get close unless I tell you," he said.

Bill was very satisfied with himself. He had conquered Sally. He knew that she was going to be his very own plaything from now on. Nobody at school would ever believe that Sally could be treated this way.

He gave her a pat on her ass.

"Get me another beer," he said.

Sally was quick to jump to his command.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sally finished her last problem and hurried outside. Mr. Pucket gave her a smile and she returned. She knew she had done well on the exam. She had been putting some real long hours of study in all her classes.

Bill had demanded that she quit returning favors for good grades.

From now on she belonged to Bill and she loved it.

She found Bill in the parking lot talking to his friends about girls. Sally stood nearby and waited for them to finish. Bill saw her and called her over.

"How'd you do on the exam?" Bill asked. "I made an A," Sally said. "I'm sure I did."

"I think you deserve a reward for that." Sally wondered what he meant. Some of Bill's friends were gathering around so that they formed a circle around them. She realized that they couldn't be seen from the road, or from the school. All that could be seen would be the boys' broad backs.

"What kind of reward?" Sally asked nervously.

"This," Bill said.

Bill unzipped his trousers and let his limp cock dangle out. She looked around at all the boys' faces. They were staring at her with excited eyes.

"Bill," she said. "I thought you didn't want me to show off in front of people anymore."

"These are my friends," Bill said.

"What do you want me to do?" Sally asked.

"Somebody get her something for her knees," Bill said. "The pavement's hard."

One of the boys tossed a pillow to the ground. Bill placed the pillow in front of him and Sally sank down to her knees in front of his limp prick.

"Now do a good job, honey," Bill coaxed her.

She could feel all the eyes on her as she sucked Bill's prick into her mouth. She suddenly decided that she would do a good job if this was what Bill wanted.

She sucked hard on him until his meat began to stiffen. She heard someone gasp as she took all of his thick dong into her mouth. She had become adept at sucking Bill's cock. She had reached a point where she could suck him in and keep him there until he came.

She brushed a strand of brown hair back from her face as she sucked on him.

"My God!" someone said. "She really gets down there and works doesn't she?"

"You don't know the half of it," Bill said.

She continued to suck on his hot cock until she felt the first of his hot jism splash into her throat. She released him and his thick white stream struck her on the eyelids and on her cheeks. Bill groaned loudly.

"Shit," he said. "I love it. I love it."

Sally licked off the end of his prick and looked up into his face for approval.

He gave her a pat on the head.

"That was fine, honey," he said.

Bill made a motion to his friends.

"Honey," he said. "These are my friends. Now I wonder if you'd like to be nice to them."

"I'll be nice to them," Sally said. "If that's what you want."

She was hurt. Bill had commanded her to stop fucking her teachers and any other students. He had said he wanted her completely for himself. Now he was asking her to go with other guys. She couldn't understand him.

He reached down and gave her a kiss on the head.

"I want you to understand," he said. "I wasn't sure I owned you until now. After today I'll know for sure. After today there won't be any doubt one way or another."

Sally understood. He could make her stop fucking and he could make her start at his command. He had to see if his command worked all the time. If he could humiliate her, then he would truly know that he owned her.

She could have told him that he did. In the past few weeks he had taken the place of Duke in her fantasies. He was the man she'd been looking for.

Bill gave her another kiss and turned to his friends.

"Now don't you guys hurt her," he said. "But she's yours. Have fun."

Sally looked around at the faces of the boys who surrounded her. She almost wanted to call Bill back. Then it was too late. Bill was gone. She saw him go into the student building. She looked back at the faces. These boys looked more nervous than she did.

"Can we see your titties?" one boy asked.

Sally shrugged and undid the buttons of her blouse. She slipped it off and also the bra. She saw their looks of appreciation as she exposed her full, creamy tits.

"God," a boy said.

"Now who's first?" Sally said.

She had never worked so hard as she did that afternoon. She kneeled on the pillow for what seemed like hours. She learned about sucking cocks. There were rough boys and there were gentle boys and there were boys who filled her mouth with cum and others who only had a little.

One boy wanted to fuck her between her huge titties. She had to lean back on her hands and let him place his cock between her mounds. She touched the tip with her tongue as he pushed his cock up and down between her tits.

She would have never believed that he could have come that way, but he did.

He splashed her titties and her neck and her cheeks and even her hair.

She had to get into the back seat of a car with a few of them. Most of them wanted blows but a few of them wanted a real fuck. They pounded her until her cunt felt ravaged. They filled her cunt with hot cum. She even came a few times with the more exciting boys.

Finally, they were finished.

The boys thinned out and were gone. Bill came back. Sally had gathered up her clothes and dressed. She sat in the front seat of Bill's car. He handed her a Kleenex.

"You've got cum on your face," he said.

She dabbed at her lips.

"Bill," she asked. "Did I do all right?"

"You did just fine," he said. "But I'm getting hard again. Do you have room for one more?"

She leaned over and touched his cock.

"There's always room for you," she said.

THE END

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