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.