Sally's Cure
Sally sat in her home watching a "Lifetime" movie about a girl who had been raped by the popular high school coach and thought about her own situation. She had been at the beach with her friend Sarah looking for guys. They had gone with two of them to their beach house and one of them took her into a bedroom where he tied her to the bed and he and three other guys had fucked her. Yeah she had been looking for sex, but this was different, she hadn't been considered at all. She'd been used, an accessory for masturbation.
The girl in the TV movie was all hung up over sex after the rape. She wouldn't let any guys near her. Sally didn't think she'd been raped. After all, she had gone along with the guy and did want sex. But still, it wasn't a pleasant experience and she worried that it would color her view of sex. She didn't want that. She'd had sex with lots of guys and loved it. She couldn't let that change.
She realized that Sarah had been partially right when she had called her a "control freak." Sally was definitely in control with her stable of guys. In fact, in most cases she had been completely in control. In high school she had picked guys who were sexually inexperienced and taught them how to please her. Their sessions were to a large extent her calling the shots and the guy following orders. Of course most of those she'd had around for a while knew what she wanted without being told so it might have seemed like they were in control..
Sally decided that the problem was that she'd gone off with some guys she didn't even know. She wouldn't do that again. "
If you fall off a horse, the best thing is to get right back on,
" she said to herself. What she needed was to call one of the guys she knew. She had planned to do every one of the guys in her "stable of studs" between graduation and leaving for Stanford. It was time to get started.
She decided that one of the newer guys, one she could boss around a bit, was the best bet in this situation. She send a text message to Tom Oakes: "
I want you 46, when can we meet. XOXO
"
Her phone beeped almost before she finished sending. "
Im r46 asap when? where?
"
She jumped in her car. She had some things to pick up before she met Tom. Within a half hour she had finished her shopping and texted back: "
kitty & i otw 2 ur house. CUS HAL XOXO
" She knew Tom would have the house to himself. His parents worked all day and didn't get home until 7 or 8.
The phone beeped again, "
CUS!!! HAL2!!! :D
" confirmed that his home would be available for them.
On the way she rubbed her crotch with one hand while steering with the other. Tom had been new when school started last year and was socially clueless. As was her custom she approached him early in the year and soon after invited him to her bedroom where she learned he was also sexually clueless. She had several sessions with him. She tried to count them 5? no 6, or was it 7? She decided on 6 and also decided that it wasn't important. In any case, with her coaching he pleased her every time and with new found confidence had dated other girls.
Tom
Tom Oakes sat at home watching TV. His parents were at work but notm before his mom gave him her daily lecture about finding work. He had graduated a week ago with no plan for his future beyond going to the local community college and studying something. He had no idea what to do with his life from here on out. He had looked at the want ads in the paper only to be overwhelmed by ads looking for people with skills he didn't have. He'd spent most of the first week after graduation going around to fast food places and other summer job possibilities only to find that most of the jobs had been filled by classmates with more drive than he who had been out looking a month or more before school let out.
His phone dinged, signaling a message. He was thrilled that it was from Sally Czarwitz. Sally "ther witch" as some of his classmates called her. He hadn't heard from any other of his classmates after graduation since he'd never gotten friendly with any of them. Reconnecting with a few of them at community college was the most he'd expect. Sally had always been pleasant to him. She had taken him under her wing when he first arrived in town and had also taken his virginity a week or two later. At first he thought she would be his girlfriend but soon found out that sex was almost a hobby with her. But it wasn't like a one night stand. She remained friendly and would go out with him just for the sex. She'd even call him on occasion, like now.
He wasn't surprised at her message. "
46
" was her usual message in some form or another and he was definitely up
four
six
himself, what better way to spend the rest of the morning?
It took awhile for her response but she was on her way. He wondered what to do to get ready. Would she like him to answer the door naked? Probably not, she had her ideas about how to do things and she seemed to enjoy watching him undress. He did decide she would prefer he wear a pair of tight briefs that emphasized his package and quickly changed.
He ran to the door at her knock. Right away he knew something was different. Usually she'd be all over him. This time she seemed almost businesslike, "How about your parents' bedroom today?" she had asked.
He hesitated. They never had sex in his parents' room. He'd have to clean up afterward and he'd feel really inhibited.
"Come on, I don't have all day. Maybe I should ask someone else." she said, showing almost no emotion.
He saw no alternative, "oh, OK." and led the way upstairs. He noticed she was carrying a shopping bag. She seldom, that is never, brought anything other than condoms with her.
In the room she asked him to undress a bit more briskly than usual and he began one of the slow strips she had enjoyed in the past.
"Can't you hurry it up!" she said curtly after he had his shirt off so he just pulled off his pants and briefs, giving her no show at all. His formerly hard member was soft and shrunken. Then she pushed him down on the bed and removed some rope from the shopping bag.
Sally didn't feel the same as usual. Usually she was anxious for sex and looked forward to it, This time, she felt the urge, but not the emotion. When Tom opened the door, she wanted to do it but didn't feel any desire for him. She knew his parents' bed would fit her needs better than Tom's so she asked to go to their bedroom. His hesitation frustrated her and she responded in a way she ordinarily wouldn't. She knew that she was behaving inappropriately as soon as she said it but just couldn't stop herself. She felt like someone else was driving her body and she was just along for the ride.
She had this feeling of impatience and it drove her to yell at Tom when he was stripping for her. After that he jumped out of his clothes and she shoved him onto the bed. Her actions seemed totally out of control as she removed the drapery ties from her bag.
"What's this?" Tom asked as she took his right wrist and tied it to a bedpost.
"Just a different idea," Sally told him. "Relax." She realized that was the kindest thing she had said since she arrived. She tied his right ankle to another bedpost.
She grabbed his left ankle and pulled it to tie to the opposite bedpost.
"Ow! not so hard," Tom said as she pulled.
"Calm down," she snapped, not releasing the tension. She looked between his spread legs.
Sally was obsessed with penises. She had been ever since she had seen her best friend, Warren's, penis in his tree house when they were both 8. At that time penises had seemed sort of absurd to her, especially the way they and their accompaniment of balls seemed to be just stuck onto the guy's body. She had thought Warren's funny when she first saw it and even funnier when they were older and she saw it enlarge. She had found it really strange when she squeezed his balls and he acted like it hurt so much. Later as she matured she found they also made her feel really excited, especially so after she discovered how much pleasure came with having one inside her.
She looked at Tom's penis. One reason she had picked Tom was that his cock was just right for the way she felt today, not too long at 7 inches and wide enough to fit tightly, about one and a quarter inches in diameter at it's widest point. But now it lay limply only a couple of inches long between his legs, resting on his substantial testicles.
She finished tying his left arm to the bed post and examined the limp member. She quickly undressed, expecting the erection to come when she was naked, but it didn't. "
Whats with you!
" she shouted at him grabbing his balls and squeezing.
