Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out now truly normal they are.
THE COACH'S WIFE is a dramatic representation of a married couple who have never had a frank discussion of sex; thus their true needs and wants are satisfied by other lovers. Their story is a startling insight into the double life that many Americans live.
-THE PUBLISHER
Chapter One
Vicky Benson sat alone on the deserted bleachers watching her husband put the Oaktown High School football team through its spring training. Her eyes weren't on her husband. She was watching the players, their lithe, clean, young bodies. My God, she was thinking, to have a lover like that...
Vicky's husband Melvin, better known as "Biff", had coached Oaktown to three successive state championships and was aiming for a fourth. Vicky could have cared less whether he won or not. It didn't affect his bedroom performance, which was zilch. They hadn't made love in more than a month.
Vicky had had about all she could take of being an unloved wife. She needed to get laid so badly, she could almost scream.
"Hi, Mrs. Benson. How's it going?"
Vicky looked up and saw that Tod Allen, the eighteen-year-old star and captain of the team, was grinning at her. Her stomach fluttered with sudden lust. He was a devilishly attractive boy with raven black hair, piercing blue eyes like Paul Newman, and a ravishing white smile. His body was perfectly formed. Vicky couldn't help ogling his tan legs and arms. She wished she was twenty years younger.
"I'm fine, thank you, Tod," she said. "How are you? Think the team will win the championship again this year?"
"You better believe it," Tod said enthusiastically. "We've got a helluva good team. And besides, Coach says we have to win-and what he wants, he gets."
Coach, indeed. As Tod rejoined the team, Vicky's eyes turned at last to her husband. Buff Benson had the body of a bull. His hair was thinning on top and he was getting just the slightest paunch, but he was still an impressive figure-to everyone but Vicky. She knew him only as a tired preoccupied man who couldn't get it up in bed.
It hadn't always been that way. For the first half of their twenty years of marriage, Biff could never get enough of her. He was one of those men who had to prove his virility by doing it at least once a day. Then he began to taper off, till now their sexual relations, were almost nonexistent. Vicky wondered what had gone wrong. Was it his age? Or had he simply grown tired of fucking the same woman day after day?
Biff was forty-five, Vicky was thirty-eight. She supposed that made them a middle-aged couple, but she certainly didn't feel middle-aged. Her body still pulsed with life and unspent energy, and it seemed lately that she constantly seethed with the need of sex. She was so constantly horny that she'd grown nervous and irritable-further dampening Biff's ardor, no doubt.
Well, fuck him, she thought, it's not all my fault.
Biff ordered the team to the showers, and Vicky stood up and started to make her way down the bleachers to join her husband. There were several low wolf whistles. None of the boys were oblivious to the exceptional endowments of the coach's wife. Vicky Benson was a statuesque redhead with lovely long legs, thick flowing hair, and an exceptionally large and well-shaped pair of tits. As she moved down the bleachers; her big full breasts thrust out and her shapely legs revealed by her short skirt, a couple of the boys ran into each other as they turned to look at her.
Holy sheeeee-it," one of them said in a low voice, "I'd sure like to get me some of that."
"Aw, knock it off," said Tod Mien. "She's the coach's wife, and you better show respect."
That got quite a few grins, and Tod himself had to turn away in order not to show his strange smile. It was his job, as captain, to keep the other guys in line, but secretly he had the hots for Mrs. Benson, too. She made all the little high-school girls look like Barbie dolls in comparison to her voluptuous beauty.
"Hello, handsome," Vicky said to Biff, using her most alluring tone. "Ready for a martini and a big steak?"
Biff turned absently to her. "Oh, hi, honey," he said listlessly. "I'm gonna be a little late tonight. Gotta run over some training films. You go ahead and eat without me."
Vicky could barely restrain her anger. Her lovely face flushed, and she turned on her heel and marched off the field; clenching her fists. What the hell was the point of being married? He didn't ball her, he hardly noticed her existence, and half the time he didn't come home to eat. She'd hoped that tonight she could seduce him into bed with good drinks, food, and a sexy manner.
"Hey, Mrs. Benson, wait up! Can I give you a ride?"
It was Tod again. Vicky wondered how he'd gotten through the showers so fast. He was running to catch up with her, and again she felt her stomach fluttering with lust.
"Why, thank you, Tod," she said pleasantly. "I didn't bring my car."
Oaktown was quite small, and it was only a few minutes drive from the school to the Bensons' neatly-kept brick house in the better section of town. Vicky thought it was only polite to ask Tod in for a snack, and he readily agreed.
"You got a real nice place here, Mrs. Benson," he said as he looked around the living room.
"Why, thank you, Tod" she said. "What would you like to eat? Milk? Cookies? A sandwich?"
He caught her eye, and for the first time she saw something more than an adolescent boy. There seemed to be a glimmer of amusement in those sparkling dark blue eyes. "Well, to tell the truth, ma'am," he said, pinning, "I'd rather have a beer."
Vicky laughed. She could remember when she was his age and pretty exasperated with being treated like a child. Why, she'd been just a year older than Tod when she married Biff.
"Sure," she said. "I'll have one, too."
They sat in the living room sipping their beer, while Vicky politely got Tod to talk about himself. It was a familiar story-the small-town boy, son of a grocer, aiming for a football scholarship and the big-time. Tod kept inching closer and closer to Vicky on the sofa, and soon she could tell that it wasn't accidental or unconscious. She flushed slightly, and she felt that strange melting sensation again in her loins.
What if he tried to make love to her? What would she do?
She had no idea. She'd never been unfaithful to Biff. He was the only man she'd ever fucked. But she believed in monogamy, believed in fidelity. If only Buff were taking care of her in bed, the question would never have arisen...
"Anybody ever tell you you're beautiful?" said Tod.
His thigh was practically touching hers now, and she could hear his excited breathing. These things, and the remark he'd just made, prompted Vicky to giggle, but she didn't. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. But it was ridiculous. She was old enough to be his mother.
"Why, Tod," she said lightly. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"Then what will?" said Tod.
Vicky blushed deeply and stared at him. There was no doubt at all about his intentions. Even after twenty years she remembered that eager horny adolescent expression, and to clinch matters, the crotch of his jeans was bulging in a tell-tale way. Christ, he even had a hard-on for her. Vicky didn't know what to do.
"Tod," she said weakly, "you're out of line. Maybe you'd better leave."
He threw himself at her. Vicky dropped her beer, but before she could move away, he was embracing her powerfully, pressing his mouth on hers. He was a big, strong boy, and he succeeded in pinning her back against the couch, holding her with the weight of his body so she could move. His hard chest pressed against her big ripe breasts, and he swiftly worked his tongue into her mouth, where it danced and tickled hungrily on her tongue.
"Uuummmpppfff." Vicky exclaimed.
It was a cry of surprise, not at the fact that he'd kissed her, but at her own response. The instant his body touched hem, she felt a rush of lust so strong that she could hardly control it. She wanted desperately to return his embrace, his kiss, to give herself up to him completely. For one dizzy moment she thought how delicious it would be to just lie back and spread her legs for this eager kid, to feel that wonderful hard adolescent cock easing into her starved cunt.
It had been so long since she'd been fucked. So damned long...
Tod jammed his mouth harder on hers, leaned more heavily against her, as if he sensed her indecision. He was breathing very hard. His firm hands began to wander over her lush body, till he touched the hot jutting mounds of her breasts, and then she heard him moan. He cupped the big fleshy mountains, squeezed them hungrily.
Vicky thought she was going to faint with need. She wanted this so badly that it killed her to push him away. Nevertheless, it was out of the question to make love to this eighteen-year-old boy. He was young enough to be her son.
At last she succeeded in twisting her mouth away from his. "Tod," she gasped, "you've got to stop this. It's not right. I'm the coach's wife . ."
"I don't give a shit about that," Tod said fervently. He was still squeezing her breast. "It wouldn't matter whose wife you were. You're beautiful, and I want you."
All of this was true. Tod was no virgin. He'd had a few of the "bad" girls in school, as had most of the team. But at eighteen his need for sex was almost insatiable, and a voluptuous woman like Vicky brought it out in full force. For three years now, ever since he joined the team and met Biff and Vicky Benson, he'd been having erotic fantasies about the coach's wife. At night in bed he'd jack off thinking of her, imagining those long legs spread for him, her beautiful face twisted with lust... This was their first time alone together, and Tod simply couldn't resist trying.
"Tod please," she whimpered, trying to squirm out of his embrace. "I'm married. I'm way too old for you. This is just ridiculous. Please, let me go."
He ignored her protests and kissed her again.
Vicky moaned as his mouth clamped onto hers and his slick tongue slid again between her lips. She wanted him so much, she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. Her vagina felt red-hot with need, and it was beginning to cream heavily, moistening the crotch of her panties.
Oh, damn you, Biff, she thought, why didn't you take better care of me? This is your fault...
She knew she should get rough-scream, claw, kick. Let the kid know definitely that he couldn't ball the coach's wife. But all she did was lean back limp against the couch, panting and whimpering, while Tod kissed and pawed her. Her conscience screamed at her that this was all wrong, but her seething hungry pussy screamed yes, YES...
Tod suddenly ripped her blouse right down the middle.
Vicky gasped, but before she could do anything else, the panting boy had ripped open her bra, too, exposing her naked breasts. Vicky's stare was one of horror, Tod's one of wonder and delight.
"Oh, Christ," he said breathlessly, "you've got the mast beautiful tits I ever saw..."
He wasn't exaggerating. They were dream tits, Playboy tits, like he'd never imagined existed in real life. There was speculation in the locker room that Mm. Benson's great jutting breasts just had to be padded or somehow faked, that no mortal woman could have boobs that big and well-shaped. But Tod was seeing the real thing for himself, and there was no fakery about it.
Her mountainous breasts were like great swollen creamy melons with large light-pink nipples. They rode high and firm, with not a wrinkle or a sag, still ripe with youth and perfectly formed. Each tit was as big as his head. It was like his every erotic fantasy come true...
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned.
He buried his face against the hot quivering flesh of her mammoth breasts, rubbing his cheeks over the silky skin, kissing the great mounds hungrily. All he'd ever done before was screw. He'd never taken the time to play with a woman's body. Now, on impulse, he kissed one of her pretty pink nipples, then stuck out his tongue and began to lick the exquisitely soft flesh.
"Ohhhhhh!" Vicky moaned softly.
She couldn't seem to get control of herself. When his slick hot tongue began to tickle the tender flesh of her nipple, she felt a sting of pleasure that shot right down to her seething hungry fussy. It felt soooo good .. . Biff had never indulged in foreplay with her. He considered it unmanly. He was a good lay, but all he ever did was jump on her and ball her.
Tod clamped his mouth onto her delicate pink nipple and began to suck it. The wet slick bath felt fantastically exciting to her, and she barely kept from moaning. Her cunt was creaming furiously now, soaking right through her panties and wetting the back of her skirt.
As he hungrily sucked her nipple, Tod eased down her torn blouse and bra, leaving her naked to the waist, and still she couldn't bear to push him away. She was breathing as hard as he was now, terribly excited, and she had to keep herself from reaching out and touching him. At last he popped his mouth from her nipple, and they both looked wonderingly at the wet gleaming pink protuberance, now taut and erect from his sucking.
"I want you," he said huskily. "I want you so fuckin' bad ..."
"No, Tod, noooo," wailed Vicky.
He was pushing her down on the couch, his hard sweaty young body pressing down on her, pinning her. As he kissed her feverishly, she felt the rigid rock-hard line of his cock right through his jeans. Again her head swam with dizzy longing as she thought of how wonderful it would feel to have that stiff meat up her starved cunt.
"Don't worry," he whispered, "nobody'll know. I sweat to God I'll never tell."
His hand was under her short skin, moving sweatily up her silky thigh. She had to push him away now, or it would be too late. A little kissing, a little fondling, could be laughed off, but he was getting serious now. His erection burned against her, his hand slowly approached her wet hungry pussy. Any decent woman would stop him-NOW...
Vicky did nothing, only lay there limp and gasping as Tod's hand touched the waistband of her panties and the first delicate fringe of pubic curls. His burning face nuzzled against her neck. He slipped a finger inside the elastic waistband and touched the fine moist springy curls of her mons. His finger eased between the puffed furry lips and touched the red-hot little button of her clitoris, the most sensitive organ of her body.
"Oooooooo!" Vicky wailed.
Biff had never touched her there, and she was astonished at how responsive the tiny organ was, how fierce dizzying pleasure ripped through her loins when Tod began to rub her clit with the tip of his finger. She was helpless. She let her legs fall open a little and began to whimper with horny need as he played with her tiny moist joy-button.
Tod was almost as surprised as Vicky. He'd only wanted to cop a feel, but he'd found something that really turned her on. He didn't know what that tiny button of flesh was for, but she liked being touched there, so he kept doing it. Cream literally flooded from her cunt, soaking his hand, and she helplessly twitched her slim hips in time to the quick strokes of his finger. Jesus, maybe he was actually going to get into her...
"Ohhhhhh, my God, ohhhhh," Vicky whined.
Red hot pleasure burned in her tender clit, and the urgent need in her long-neglected cunt was almost overpowering. Feverishly she tried to calculate the risks of giving in to this boy. He'd promised not to tell, though she didn't put much faith in that. Impossible not to brag to his buddies that he'd balled the coach's wife. She'd have to bank on them not believing him. The only other danger was that Biff might come home, but there wasn't much chance of that. He'd been staying out so late She wanted it. So she made up reasons for doing it.
The biggest reason was Biff. Goddamn it, he had an obligation to keep her sexually satisfied, and he hadn't done it. She had every right to seek satisfaction elsewhere.
Tod kissed her hungrily again, his tongue playing hotly over hers, and he eased his soaked finger farther between her legs, into the slick wet burning tissues which were still a complete mystery to him. He located the creaming hot mouth of her vagina and slowly wriggled his finger inside...
"Eeeeeeee!" Vicky cried.
She arched her lush body sharply, taking in the stiff finger, feverishly welcoming it. Her cream boiled, and she couldn't control her squeals and moans of bliss. She was lost, and she knew it. She heeded it far too badly to resist.. Tod finger-fucked her for a moment, feeling the red-hot clinging response of her muscular vagina, her furious creaming, hearing her uncontrollable squeals of joy. Inexperienced as he was, he couldn't fail to understand that she was hotly aroused and wanted him badly. This came as a surprise. Coach was like the image of virility, a great stud-but, and Tod and the other boys had always assumed that he gave it to his wife constantly. Yet this beautiful sexy woman was plainly starved for sex.
Boldly Tod decided to take the final step. He seized the waistband of Vicky's panties and quickly tugged the garment down.
Vicky felt it, felt the silky garment being pulled off over her ankles and the cool air of the room wafting over her exposed slit. There was no turning back now. She blushed deeply and opened her eyes to look at Tod. Having tossed her panties onto the floor, he was gawking with unconcealed lust at the dainty auburn triangle of her mound and the slick gleaming pink flesh of her pussy. Not taking his eyes away, he fumbled with his fly and at last unleashed his fully erect prick.
Vicky gawked at it. She'd seen only one other cock in her whole life-Biff's. Tod's wasn't as thick as Biff's, but it was longer and somehow more attractive to her. Biff had that thick coarse bush of black pubic hair, whereas Tod had a light feathery nest of clean curls. He looked delicious to her.
"It's gonna be good," he said breathlessly, catching her eye. "Oh, man, it's gonna be good . ."
Vicky blushed deeply. She couldn't take her eyes off his rigid young prick, so stiff and taut. The shaft was rosy, the circumcised head a deep red, and from the slitted mouth of his glans a glistening bubble of juice appeared. She wanted that rigid swollen young dick, had to have it...
Panting, Tod lowered, himself onto her. Vicky moaned, opened her legs wide, and embraced him for the first time. She hugged his hard young body to her, eager and ready. Twenty years of marital fidelity were about to go down the drain, but she no longer cared. She knew nothing but the raging hunger in her cunt.
"Ooooooooh!" she squealed as she felt the hard hot knob of his cock-head easing into her. He penetrated her slowly, deliciously, and as his wonderfully stiff young cock advanced in her belly, she almost came, she needed it so much.
"Ahhhhh, God, darling, YES!" she wailed.
Tod grinned blissfully. He'd succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Far fuckin' out... She was delicious to ball, too. He'd heard that older women had loose cunts, but that was not the case with Vicky. Her slick velvety vaginal walls clung to him snugly, sucked and tugged at his meat. She was scorchingly hot in there, wet and juicy. She moved her hips in perfect time to his slow deep strokes. It was the best fuck he'd ever had in his short life.
"Is it good?" he moaned. "Is this how you want it?"
Vicky heard her husky voice, like that of a wanton stranger. "It's beautiful, darling," she said, let's do it even harder... You don't have to be gentle. I want it HARD, FAST... Ohhhhh, YESSSS.. ."
Tod obeyed immediately, eager to please her. The faster, harder strokes felt good to him, too. She wailed and bucked her hips, creamed in steamy floods around his swift-digging meat.
"You're so hot in there, he babbled, "It's so damned good. ."
"You're good, too, darling," she whimpered. "Fantastic . . . I love it, Tod, I love it.."
She pound her burning pussy around his rigid dick, without shame and without restraint. Vaguely she was aware that they were fucking like crazy right there on the couch, in her living room, and that if her husband waked in the door, he'd see them. It didn't bother her. Nothing mattered to her now except coming.
She'd waited so long that it didn't take her more than a minute. The orgasm hit her like a blinding explosion, and her feverishly hot cunt gripped Tod's slamming cock like a vise, holding and squeezing him. He managed to hold out till her screams and convulsions died down, but then he'd had it. The whole episode had been just too exciting.
He yelped blissfully and began to shoot his steamy jism into her. Dizzily he felt her opening her legs even wider, taking it eagerly in.
They lay quiet for a moment, catching their breath. Her passion temporarily satisfied, Vicky felt the reality of the situation, and her stomach lightened with terror. The stark fact was that she'd just fucked one of her husband's students, and that she'd been unfaithful to Biff for the first time in there marriage.
My God, she thought, WHAT have I done. ...
But Tod wasn't dismayed at all. He was grinning, flushed, delighted, and he began to kiss her happily. "One more time," he whispered eagerly. "Coach won't be back till late. I'm gettin' hard again already."
And to Vicky's amazement, he was.
Chapter Two
As soon as Vicky stalked off the playing field, Biff Benson sauntered in the direction of the girls' gymnasium. He felt kind of sorry for ol' Vicky. He could tell she was pissed at him for missing dinner, that she felt neglected. Well, that was too bad, but he had something more important cooking right now, something he just couldn't miss.
Biffs philosophy of marriage was quite simple. If he supplied the income, his wife ought to be content. And after twenty years of marriage, she shouldn't be surprised if he turned his attentions elsewhere. Women were supposed to be faithful, but men had to play around.
The girls' gym was empty except for the four cheerleaders who were practicing their routines. Biffs eyes became hungry as he watched them. Jesus Christ, those delicious firm young bodies, those cute bouncing tits, those tantalizing glimpses of white panties and sweet little round butts. Sure, he had a beautiful wife, but after twenty years there was no excitement left in their love-making. He wanted something new and fresh.
"Hi, Coach!" called Bunny, the most vivacious and out-going of the cheerleaders. "How was practice?"
"Fine," said Biff. "We've got a winning team again. How you girls coming along?"
"We're a winning team, too," said Bunny. Biff grinned. "I'll bet you are. Say, Bunny, could you come and help me with a little paperwork?"
"Sure, Coach," said Bunny. "See you later, girls."
The other three cheerleaders, Judy, Kim and Lisa, gathered up their props and prepared to go home, while Bunny followed Biff to his office in the boys' gym. She was young and full of enthusiasm that she sometimes skipped ahead of him, still singing the school anthem. This amused
Buff and turned him on. She wasn't the cutest of the cheerleaders, but she was damned attractive. Her long blonde hair was straight and squeaky clean, her body slender and lithe. Her perky breasts rode high without the aid of a bra, bouncing gently as she walked.
As they stepped inside his office, Biff locked the door and swept Bunny into his arms. They kissed hungrily. The eighteen-year-old girl had been his mistress for almost three months now, and still they could hardly keep their hands off each other.
Bunny had been easy to seduce. Buff already knew she was easy, from listening to the boys in the locker room, and that was why he'd chosen her. But Bunny had seemed flattered and delighted to go to bed with him. They began meeting every afternoon in his office, making love on the couch he kept there.
Now Biff broke the kiss and eased the slender girl over to the couch. Bunny was giggling, a habit that sometimes irritated him. "Hey, baby, get serious," he said. "I wanta make love."
"I know," Bunny tittered. "I was just thinking what the principal would say if he knew about us: The poor ol' fart would probably have a heart attack."
"Oh, yeah." Biff tried to sound amused, but inwardly he quaked. If the principal, or anyone else, knew about his affair with Bunny, he'd lose his job, be washed up in coaching forever. But Biff had found it impossible to resist. He had a thing for teenage girls.
Impatiently he began to undress Bunny, who was still giggling and horsing around. She squirmed and snickered as he pulled her sweater off over her head. Biff gawked at her small but perfect tits with their little strawberry pink nipples, and he felt his mouth watering.
"Don't muss my hair," she laughed.
"Sure, sure," said Biff, who was already flushed in the face. "You wanta help me get these clothes off?"
Bunny obligingly wriggled out of her skin, then skinned out of her white satin bikini panties. Her hips were almost as slender as a boy's, but her nipped-in tiny waist gave her a delicate feminine appearance. Her pussy muff had always delighted Biff. It was tiny and sparse and blonde, almost nonexistent as on a small girl. He liked that because he could pretend she was even younger.
Biff reached for her to draw her down on the couch, but Bunny squealed with laughter and eluded him. Shit, she wanted him to chase her, She loved that game, but it wore Biff out. Dutifully he began lumbering around the room, trying to trap her, his face flushed, his breathing loud. Part of it was excitement and part of it was overweight. He couldn't take his eyes off her cute bouncing little boobs, and Bunny couldn't stop giggling. She was fast, but fortunately she wasn't, too smart. Biff managed to trap her in a corner. He seized the squealing girl and carried her over to the couch.
"Let's get it on," he said.
"No fair-you have to undress first," laughed Bunny.
Biff wasn't much for foreplay, and he would have preferred just to lower his pants and ball her, but he obediently began to undress. Bunny watched in frank fascination. Some of the kids called Coach "The Gorilla", but only Bunny knew how closely he resembled that animal. He had a massive slope-shouldered body, with long muscle bound arms, and his whole body seemed thickly matted with black hair.
She licked her lips as she watched him lower his pants and shorts. She was fascinated with Biff's cock and balls. He was so hairy down there, so gross, his pale penis emerging from a thick black bush, his balls thickly furred. His prick was not erect, Bunny saw, just a droopy little worm that flopped lazily between his thick muscular thighs.
Buff saw where she was looking. He sat down on the edge of the couch and said, "Why don't you work on it a little, baby? Get me hard."
Giggling but eager, the slender blonde teenage came and knelt in front of him. She picked up his doughy limp cock and began to play with it.
Bunny insisted on playing around before they fucked, and because he wanted her so much, he allowed it. And he'd found out it was fun. As her slender fingers tickled up and down his flaccid cock, he sighed blissfully.
"Where'd you learn to do stuff like that?" he chuckled. "I do what boys like," Bunny said proudly. "Whatever feels good."
"Well, that sure as hell feels good," Biff sighed.
Christ, did it. This dippy eighteen-year-old blonde really knew how to turn a guy on. She literally tickled up and down his limp shaft, then curled her fingers around it and pumped it till his meat began to throb and come alive. When she felt the doughy penis pulsing in her hand, she dipped her head, stuck out her little wet pink tongue, and began to lick both shaft and head, her tongue working fast and rough like a cat lapping milk.
"Awwwww, yeah," Biff moaned.
In his heart he was a puritan, and the first time Bunny licked his cock, he was shocked and disgusted. But he'd also found out that it felt terrific, and he just couldn't resist letting her do it. That busy little tongue-tip was wet and hot and just rough enough to spark hot sensations in his sensitive cock-head. Bunny knew just where he liked to be licked most, too. She licked his cock all over, but she concentrated on the underside of the shaft and on the reddish glans, making his loins fire up with pleasure.
"That's great, baby," he said hoarsely. "Feels real nice.
"Wish I could do it to Mr. Graves," she said.
They both laughed. Graves was her English teacher, and she was almost flunking his course. "You oughta try it," Biff teased. "Maybe he'd give you an A."
"What would you give me, Biff?" she said.
"A-plus, baby, A-plus," Biff sighed.
Bunny rewarded him by swishing her tongue furiously all around his stiffening shaft, making it gleam with her spit. She then dug the tip of her cute pink tongue right into his glans hole, worming it around, making him moan softly. He responded with a big bubble of cock-juice, and Bunny lapped it up and swallowed it like it was candy.
"Ummmm," she said, "you taste good."
Buff blushed. Secretly he was shocked at the kid's morals, at the idea of anyone eating cock-juice, but it sure as hell got him excited. He sat shivering with pleasure and watched avidly as the girl licked and tongued his prick from stem to stem. As she licked him, his prick began to twitch into strong life, growing longer and fatter and pinker. At last it jerked into taut full erection, and the dark slitted mouth of his rosy glans drooled a steady stream of juice.
"Ummmm!" said Bunny. "For me? Is that big stiff dick all for me, Coach?"
"All for you, baby," he said indulgently.
Girls sure had changed since he was young. He recalled that Vicky, when they first started courting, didn't even know what a cock looked like. Bunny not only knew, she also knew every technique in the book for playing with cocks.
"All for me," Bunny babbled, eyeing his fat erection. "Oh, goody."
She suddenly seized his rigid rosy dick and popped it into her mouth. Biff moaned loudly. This was the part that always shocked him most-and felt the best. All his life he'd thought that only whores sucked cock, but this teenage girl was like a pro. She managed to get the whole damned thing in her mouth, till his drooling glans nudged the back of her throat. She gurgled wetly, showing her hungry pleasure, and began to suck on him, loudly, juicily.
She looked so cute, her cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk's, her blue eyes wide with excitement. She sucked industriously, swallowing his dribbling cock juice with unfeigned enjoyment. She reached out to cup his bloated dangling balls, gently squeezing and massaging them as she loudly sucked his dick. She worked hard at it, her cute little orange-size tits jiggling with her efforts.
Biff wanted to come like crazy, but he considered it wrong to shoot his stuff in her mouth. She was always begging him to do it. She said she'd eaten other guys' come. But that was where Biff drew the line. It wasn't easy, though. Her fierce sucking was steamy, hot, and squeezing, like a silk vise. He gritted his teeth and tried not to shoot his load. "Ummmmm," Bunny gurgled, "UUMMMM!"
Damn her, she was doing her best to bring him off. Biff couldn't help grinning at the little imp. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. "No go, baby," he laughed. "I ain't gonna come in your mouth."
Her eyes flashed with mischief, and she suddenly swallowed his dick-literally swallowed it!
"AAWWWWWW!" Biff bellowed.
He'd have to control himself. The janitor might hear, or even some of the kids. He'd be finished as a coach for sure if somebody walked in and found him with his stiff cock in this little girl's mouth. But, Christ, she made it hard for him not to yell. She'd never pulled that trick before, actually taking his meat into her throat. It was incredibly tight and hot in there, the sucking more intense, and he felt more than ever like coming.
"Hey, doll, that's enough," he panted. "I mean, it's great, but I wanta ball you now."
Bunny reluctantly let his stiff aching dick pop from her mouth. It snapped up against his hairy paunch. He hadn't had a cock-stand like that in years. His prick was rosy red from her strong sucking, and cream drooled steadily from the dark mouth of his glans. His balls ached with their load. He wanted to get into her NOW.
But as usual, Bunny still wanted to play. Giggling, she sat down at one end of the couch and flung one long leg up over the back. She let the other leg fall over the side, so that she fully and wantonly exposed her sweet red slit. That always shocked Biff, too, but he couldn't help gawking.
"Eat me, Coach," she giggled. "Eat my nice pussy."
Biff had never given head before he met Bunny. He knew Vicky wanted it, but he considered it unmanly to put his mouth to a snatch. But delicious little Bunny had taught him how to eat pussy, and he had to admit that he didn't mind. In a crazy way, she tasted good.
"I ain't hungry," Biff gruffly teased.
Bunny pretended to pout. "Eat my pussy like a good boy," she said, "or you won't get any dessert."
To make her point clearer, she wantonly fingered the moist dark mouth of her cunt. She had a pretty little snatch, if snatches could be called "pretty". The flesh was healthy and pink, gleaming with her horny juice, and very lightly fringed with blonde curls. Her clit was large, poking out brazenly from between the fluffy lips of her mons. Biff aimed for it as he dipped his head.
"Oooooooh." Bunny squealed.
Biff's large rough tongue zeroed in on her red clit-shaft. He attacked the juicy little nubbin with the tip of his tongue, flicking it briskly back and forth. The effect on Bunny was electric. The girl was instantly and violently aroused, squealing and writhing with pleasure. Hot cream gushed from her little cunt mouth and soaked his chin.
"Yeah, lick my clit," she gasped, "lick it, Biff. . . Ohhhh, God, I just love that.. ."
He tongued her clit as fast and hard as he could, enjoying the power it gave him. He knew he could drive her crazy with hominess when he tongued her little joy-button. Her small cunt mouth drooled a steady river of juice. Her moist red clit got a fast hard-on, just like a miniature cock.
Biff always got a kick out of that, the way she got so hot so fast. Bunny was really a horny little number. There was a word for chicks like her, nympho-something-or-other, Biff knew. Chicks who would fuck anything in pants. He had contempt for her behavior, but he was glad to be the beneficiary. He knew she probably fucked her dates, too, but he tried not to think about it. Right now that wet fragrant little pussy was only for him.
"Suck it," Bunny squealed: "Please, Biff, suck my clit. ."
Biff fastened his rough lips around her wet stiff little bump and began to suck it as fast and hard as he could. Bunny began to scream shrilly with pleasure, then remembered to tone it down. They had to be careful, doing it here in his office. She gasped and whimpered and moaned as he sucked wetly on her tender little clit, and her childish face was screwed up into a grimace of sensual pleasure.
"Awwwwww," Bunny groaned. "That feels so fuckin' good . ."
Biff could believe it. Her horny little hips were jerking in a swift fucking motion. Many times he'd brought her off just by sucking her clit, so great was her sensitivity there. He decided to deny her the climax this time, however. He wanted her to be as lusty as possible when they balled.
And it was about time for that. Biff was getting impatient. Foreplay was fun, but fucking was basic. His cock ached with its load, and he could hardly wait to plunge it into her juicy hot little twat. He gave her clit a final swift tugging, then drew away.
"Ahhhhh," Bunny sighed.
She rubbed her finger back and forth over her aroused clit, playing with herself right in front of him. This both amused and shocked him. "Hey, baby," he said, grinning wolfishly, "I got something better to offer than a finger."
Bunny looked down at his grossly erect prick, and she licked her lips. She, too, was ready for a good hard balling. Leering at him, she suddenly rolled over and stuck her sweet little round butt practically in his face. She liked to do it that way, doggy-style. Biff, who'd done it in the face-to-face position all his life, hadn't approved of it at first, but like every other naughty thing she'd taught him, he was learning to like it.
Kneeling behind her, Biff grasped her slim hips to steady himself, then maneuvered the thick purple head of his cock into the wet little mouth of her cunt. He shivered in happy anticipation.
With her butt raised like that and him kneeling, he could watch every bit of the action, his thick meat penetrating her wonderfully tight little twat, working in and out of it, grossly stretching her pussylips.
"Oh, hurry, Biff," she moaned. "Stick it in me. I want that good hard cock in me..."
Biff grinned. He wedged the thick knob of his cock-head into her creamy hot vaginal mouth, penetrating her perhaps an inch, and then just let it sit there a moment, teasing her.
"You fuckin' bastard!" Bunny squealed. "DO it to me, goddammit! BALL me! Hurry.. ."
It even turned him on when she swore at him. "You sure are a horny little bitch, ain't you?" he laughed.
"You fuckin' A-one better believe it!" Bunny howled. "Now quit stalling, man. Get it up there! Get it-OHHHHHH!"
Biff surprised her by suddenly ramming his thick hard meat all the way to her womb. He gasped as he felt his straining dick gripped in her velvety red-hot cunt-sheath. She was deliciously tight and hot and slick in there, the sweetest thing he'd ever fucked. His balls came to rest against her sweet round ass, and he moaned his joy.
"Move in me, move in me," Bunny chanted. "Give it to me, hick me with that big hard dick, baby ... Ooooo, shit, YEAH. ."
Buff began to stroke his cock in her, in long slow deep movements, stringing out his pleasure. "You're hat in there, doll," he sighed, "so fuckin' hot."
"Just for you," she moaned. "You turn me on so much, Biff.. ."
"Yeah, baby?" he crooned hoarsely. "You like ol' Biff's cock? You like the way I ball you?"
"Ummmmm, LOVE it," Bunny squealed. "You got the finest dick in town, Coach."
Biff liked the way her cute little ass twitched and writhed under his sweaty hands, the way her little light-brown asshole opened and closed like a hungry mouth when she got excited. He liked watching his reddish stiff cock sliding in and out of her stretched cunt-mouth, gleaming with her hot juices. She had the soul of a whore, but she was all woman.
"Do it faster," she whined, wiggling her butt impatiently. "Harder, Biff, a lot harder. RAPE me, dammit . ."
He was sweating and panting already, but he complied, fucking her hard and fast. His dangling balls went slap-slap against her pretty little ass, and his sweaty paunch met her butt with a resounding smack. He thrust into her as deep and hard as he could, slamming against her womb with the blunt hard head of his cock, and he wondered why it didn't hurt her. But obviously it didn't. She loved the violence of his humping.
"EEEEEEE!" she shrieked. "Yeah, that's it, man . . . I like it hard, HARD."
His thick cock was reaming the cream right out of her narrow wet cunt, and it splashed on his belly. What would ol' Vicky say if she knew he was balling a eighteen-year-old cheerleader?
"Ahhhhh, AHHHHH," Bunny bawled. "I LOVE IT."
Her little butt was flying now, keeping perfect time to his swift strokes, and her tiny red-hot cunt was gripping him tight, squeezing his cock deliciously. She'd fuckin' well better come quick, or he was going to beat her to it..
"Oooooo!" Bunny wailed.
Her little body shook in. the convulsions of orgasm, and her cunt went so tight that he could hardly move in her. Biff, sweating and gasping, pushed cruelly deep into her, right to her womb, and began to shoot his load. His jism overflowed her vagina and leaked out onto his belly. He moaned hoarsely and shuddered with pleasure.
Biff was still in a blissful daze when Bunny giggled and slipped out from under him. His limp meat popped from her flooded twat and fell wetly onto his thigh. He felt exhausted by their vigorous fucking, but Bunny was as energetic as ever.
She was singing and preening herself as she got dressed. "I sure wish we could do it again," she said, "but I gotta get home. My Dad has a fit when I'm late." She giggled shrilly. "He always accuses me of being out fucking boys. Can you imagine?"
Biff chuckled-she'd drive any father up the walls. He began to dress, finally interested in what Vicky might have made for dinner.
"Biff, darling," said Bunny in a cajoling tone, slipping onto his lap, "you haven't forgotten your promise, have you?"
"Nope," said Biff. "Just as soon as I can get away."
He'd promised to take Bunny into the big city one day and buy her some new clothes. They'd have a whole night of uninhibited fucking at a hotel. Bunny was thrilled by the idea.
Biff thought it might be fun, but he had a far bigger adventure in minds What he really wanted was to fuck every one of those cute little cheerleaders, not just Bunny, but all four of them. And somehow he intended to manage it before the school year was over.
He hadn't told Bunny about this, of course. Women always had a stupid tendency to be jealous.
Chapter Three
If Biff Benson had been at all observant or interested in his wife, he might have noticed something strange when he went home that evening. Vicky blushed deeply when he walked in the door, and she kept stammering all evening and avoiding his eyes. He paid no attention. He was trying to think of a way to seduce the other three cheerleaders, who were not "easy like Bunny.
Biff was very relieved when Vicky did not try to get him to make love to her that night. He knew it had been a long time since they'd balled and that she might be getting horny, but he just couldn't get it up for her after a strenuous afternoon of balling Bunny. Besides he knew every inch of Vicky's body, and though it was still beautiful, it bored him. It was out of the question for her to take a lover, of course. Coach Benson was a firm believer in the double standard.
So was Vicky, and that was why her conscience was bothering her, why she'd blushed and stammered all evening and been unable to meet Bill's eyes. Her seduction by Tod had left her with a very heavy load of guilt.
Yet she had loved every second of his love-making, she had to admit that. It was the kind of fucking she'd been craving for years, better than anything Biff had ever given her. If only her own husband could ball her like that, she'd never dream of being unfaithful.
The next day she went to watch football practice as usual, hoping her loyalty would attract Biff's attention. But as usual he greeted her in a preoccupied way and excused himself, saying he had a meeting and would be home late.
"Damn him!" Vicky muttered as she stalked off the field.
What did he expect her to do, bottle up all her sexual feelings for the rest of her life? She was only thirty-eight, and she had a lot of living to do yet.
"Mrs. Benson! Vicky!"
She blushed hotly when she heard Tod Mien's voice. What should she do? Out of anger for Biff, she was very tempted to take the kid on again, but her conscience told her it wasn't right. She was a married woman, and she believed in fidelity.
"Hello, Tod," she said nervously.
He grinned knowingly at her. "Don't worry," he said, "I don't want us to look conspicuous. We shouldn't be seen together too much. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be over in half an hour. I won't park in front of your house."
Before Vicky could reply, he loped off toward the parking lot. She stood there, open-mouthed with astonishment. Of all the nerve . . . Well, if he thought he could take her for granted, he had a surprise coming.
Vicky had hardly gotten home and taken off her coat before Tod arrived. He jabbed impatiently at the doorbell, and when she opened the door he grinned expectantly.
"Tod," she said firmly, "I want to tell you that there'll be no repetition of yesterday. It was a mistake, a very bad thing to do, and I don't want to see you again."
His face fell. "But, Vicky, I thought you really dug it."
She blushed deeply. "I don't want to discuss it, Tod. Please go away."
She started to close the door, but he began pushing against it. She couldn't hold her ground. She stumbled back into the living room, and Tod came crashing in. He locked the front door behind him. His face was flushed, and he looked menacing.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Vicky gasped.
"I'm gonna change your mind," he said.
"You get out of my house!" Vicky shouted.
"This is outrageous!"
He laughed. "Oh, yeah, it's outrageous, all right. Yesterday you let me ball you, and you loved it-don't tell me different, I remember. Today you're an iceberg. Well, I don't buy it, baby. I don't think you've changed that much in one day-and I intend to prove it."
He started toward her. Vicky screamed and ran down the hall, intending to lock herself in her bedroom. But Tod grabbed her before she could close the door. He seized her around the waist and began dragging her toward the king-size bed-the bed she'd shared with Biff for so long.
Vicky hit him with her fists and tried to break away from him. "Let me go!" she screamed. "This is rape. You can get in big trouble for this, Tod."
"Sure, sure," he said, "and you could get in trouble, too, lady, if Coach found out about yesterday. You better think twice before you tell on me."
Vicky wondered if she could dare call his bluff. Would anyone believe him if he said he'd made love to the Coach's wife? She went on struggling, but she didn't mention rape again.
"You might as well relax," Tod panted. "You can't outfight me."
He threw her onto the bed, knocking the breath out of her, and while Vicky lay stunned, he began to take off her clothes.
"Don't tear my clothes," she gasped.
"Then take them off yourself," said Tod. "It's up to you-take them off, or I'll tear them off."
Bursting into frustrated tears, Vicky straightened up and began to undress. She kicked off her shoes, then started unbuttoning her blouse, but all the dine her mind was working rapidly. There still had to be a way to stop him, not to fuck him again. But did she want to stop him? She thought of their love-making yesterday, and her loins melted with sudden lust. She needed his fucking-anyone's-so badly.
Tod stood over her, hands on hips, his handsome young face flushed with wicked excitement as he watched her take off her clothes. Jesus, she had great knockers, big pointed tits more exciting than anything in his horny fantasies. As she slipped off her blouse, he saw her huge creamy boobs straining in the confinement of her bra, the cleavage plump and deep.
"Hurry up, baby," he said huskily, "let me see them tits again."
Vicky blushed hotly as she unhooked her bra and drew it off. She felt ashamed as Tod gawked hungrily at her naked breasts.
"Nice," he said, "real nice. I bet Coach loves to play with them titties, huh?"
She didn't think she could blush any deeper, but she did. The boy was being purposely rude and obscene.
"Yeah, Coach is a real lucky guy," Tod taunted as he watched her, take off her skirt. "How often does he bang you, baby? Every night?"
Vicky moaned. Tod's words were meant to humiliate her, but all they did was sadden her. Sure, the boys on the team probably believed that Biff was a real stud. Little did they know. He hadn't made love to his own wife in over a month. She wept softly as she tossed aside her skirt and began easing down her panties.
Tod's breathing was very loud. His eyes focused hotly on her lower belly as she inched her panties downward, and he bent closer as the first fine auburn pubic curls sprang into view. She had a nice snatch, small and dainty but thick. The hair was coppery and shining.
"I bet ol' Coach likes a whiff of that," Tod said nastily.
Again Vicky sobbed in her secret knowledge. No one had ever gone down on her but Tod, and that was only yesterday. "Will you please stop mentioning my husband?" she said miserably. "Just do whatever you're going to do, and leave him out of this."
"Okay," said Tod, "but I was just kinda curious. I was wondering how come you were so horny yesterday. I thought Coach musta been takin' good care of you, so why would YOU want me?"
"Oh, stop!" Vicky wept.
The boy was coming too close to the truth. Yesterday she'd completely lost control of herself, wildly fucked this eighteen-year-old kid, because the famous Coach Benson had failed his wife in bed. Vicky tossed her panties aside almost defiantly and confronted the leering boy.
"Lie back on the bed," he said breathlessly.
"Spread your legs."
Weeping softly, Vicky complied. She was still trying to think of a way to escape him, but her determination was dying. Tod's mocking words had reminded her bitterly of how Biff had failed to do his duty as a husband.
She lay on her back in the center of the big bed and slowly, blushing deeply, she spread her legs for Tod Mien.
"Get your knees up," he panted. "Show it all to me. Show me your pussy, Mrs. Benson."
"Oh, for God's sake," Vicky wept, "why torture me? If you're going to rape me, just do it."
"Aw, that wouldn't be any fun," said Tod. Then more gruffly, "Hurry up! Do what I said."
Vicky, feeling thoroughly ashamed and humiliated, bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, giving the leering boy an uninhibited view of her slit. Even Biff had never seen her like that. He wasn't interested.
Tod stepped closer and peered at her mysterious female parts. He'd never had such a good view of a woman's pussy before. He really couldn't make sense of it, couldn't understand the function of all those pink fleshy folds. He recognized her anus, brown and puckered like, his own, and he recognized the mouth of her vagina. There was that funny little button of flesh, too, where she'd enjoyed being touched yesterday, but he didn't know the name of it.
Still she was pretty down there, all that glistening ripe pink flesh surrounded by fine coppery curls. He climbed onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and touched the tiny nub of her clit. He wondered if he could get her excited again by playing with it. He began to rub his finger gently back and forth over the soft rubbery shaft.
"Oh, please don't," Vicky wailed softly.
She didn't want him to get her aroused. She'd make a fool of herself again if he did that, behave like a whore. It felt good, too good, when he rubbed her there. In spite of her resistance, she felt gentle waves of pleasure moving through her loins as Tod softly stroked her clit. She clenched her teeth and held absolutely still, determined not to give way again.
Tod was disappointed. He'd failed to get her hot like yesterday. Well, to hell with her, then. He'd just ball her. He wasn't going to waste time on this frigid bitch. Angrily he crawled away from her and stood beside the bed.
"Get up," he commanded. "Come here and undress me."
Vicky quickly complied, realizing that this might offer her a chance of escape. She pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tousling his modishly long black hair, and in spite of herself she felt aroused by the sight of his strong tan young chest. He looked so clean and handsome in contrast to Biffs ape-like hairiness. She bent and helped him step out of his sneakers, then began to fumble with his belt. Tod was breathing hard again.
"Hurry it up," he panted. "Get my jeans off. I'm gonna do like you asked, cunt. I'm just gonna ball you."
Vicky got his belt unbuckled, his fly unzipped, and then she began easing down his tight jeans. He wasn't wearing shorts, and she was taken by surprise when his pale young cock, limp and dangling, came into view. She felt a rush of lust, of aching need, that made her pussy cream furiously. She remembered how stiff that young prick had been yesterday, how fantastically good it had felt inside her...
No, no, she told herself, don't think about it, don't let yourself be tempted ...
She tried to ignore his droopy young cock as she tugged down his jeans. Once it brushed her face, warm and soft and silky, and again she felt a flood of horny juice spurting from her cunt. God, how she wanted him ... But it was wrong. He was far too young, and he was not her husband.
Vicky suddenly wrenched his jeans down around his ankles, hobbling him, and dashed for the door. "Hey, goddammit, get back here!" Tod shouted.
He lurched after her, but his jeans tripped him, and Vicky made it out the door, down the hall, and into the bathroom, where she locked herself in.
Tod would get discouraged and go away-at least that was best plan.
"Open up, dammit!" he shouted. "Open this fuckin' door, or I'll break it down!"
Vicky's stomach tightened with fear. How in God's name would she be able to explain a broken bathroom door to Biff? Even if she made up a story about being locked in, he'd never believe that she could break the door down.
"No, Tod!" she cried. "Don't damage the door!"
"Then come out," he growled. "That's your only other choice."
Sobbing, defeated, Vicky unlocked the door and came out. Tod stood there naked, an angry young giant. He seized her painfully by the arm and marched her back to the bedroom.
"Now I'm really pissed," he snapped. "I was just gonna ball you and leave, but I've changed my mind. I think I'll have a little more fun first."
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and forced her to her knees in front of him. "Play with my cock," he ordered.
Vicky stared at him. She'd never touched a cock in her whole life. Sometimes when she was very horny she'd wanted to play with Biff's prick, but he wouldn't allow it. He said it wasn't "right". So she had no idea what to do.
"Aw, get with it, will ya?" Tod said impatiently. "Hold it. Pump it. Like you were jacking me off, you know?"
With trembling hands Vicky reached for his drooping prick. She felt a strange excitement. Thirty-eight years old, and she was about to touch a penis for the first time. Secretly she'd been dying to do it for years. Her pussy began to moisten...
She curled her fingers gingerly around his limp meat. It was very pleasant to touch, soft and warm and silky. She began to pump the warm prick, slowly and clumsily at first, then with growing competence and enjoyment. She liked doing it, actually liked it.
"Hey, yeah," Tod gasped. "That feels peat. Pump that meat, baby, just like you do for ol'
Coach.. ."
Vicky suppressed a bitter laugh. If "ol' Coach" had ever let her indulge in foreplay, liven up their sex life, she wouldn't be with Tod now. This was something she'd wanted to do for years. As she pumped his pleasantly warm silky prick with one hand, she reached for his rosy nut-sacs with the other. She cupped -them gently, squeezed them, and Tod sighed blissfully. He was nice to touch there, too.
"Yeah, yeah, baby," he crooned, "play with my nuts. ."
Vicky found herself getting hotly excited. Though she'd never played with a man before, she'd read a lot about it, articles in women's magazines which discreetly described such practices. Fellatio-stimulating a man's penis with mouth and tongue-how Would that feel? In her heart she admitted that she was excited by the idea. Why not try it?
She dipped her head, and her heavy gleaming mass of red hair fell around her like a curtain. She liked the privacy, for she was a little ashamed of her crazy urge to taste his cock. She held up the droopy pale organ in the palm of her hand, noting the knobby reddish head and its dark slit-mouth. She stuck out her tongue and gently applied the tip to the silky naked head of his prick. She began to lick it lightly.
"AHHHHHH, YEAH!" Tod gasped. "Far out! Yeah, lick my cock, baby, lick it! I like that!"
Vicky was surprised at the vigor of his response. She hadn't thought of how it would feel to him.
She began to lick rapidly, hungrily, all over his prick, exploring its texture and heat with her tongue. Tod shivered with keen pleasure and kept up a steady low moaning. She realized that his prick was just as sensitive as her clit. Biff had been a fool to deny himself this pleasure.
She licked the spongy red head of his dick, down the pale blue-veined shaft, and into the bristly bush of pubic curls, following the base of his cock, tracing it right to his balls. She was very excited now, carried away in her exploration. She ran her tongue over his rosy warm nuts, feeling the spongy flesh on the outside and the hard inner core.
"Like the taste of them nuts, baby?" Tod said eagerly.
She ignored his boyish taunts. She was having too much fun now to be disturbed by them. She tickled his bouncy red nut-sacs with her stiff tongue, making the wrinkled bags jump and quiver. She worked her way back up through his pubic nest, up the long silky shaft of his prick, till she was furiously tonguing the knobby red glans, digging her slick hot tongue tip into the slitted hole at the very head of his cock. Tod was writhing in horny enjoyment.
"Yeah, baby, that's real good," he gasped. "Why don't you take it in your mouth, suck on it? I could really get off on that."
Why not? She wanted to do it, wanted to know what it was like. Vicky lifted his prick to her mouth, fastened her lips firmly around the rosy head, slowly sucked it in ...
"Awwwww, Jesus, YEAH!" Tod cried. "Suck me, suck me.. ."
This, too, was pleasant. She liked the warm silky prick lying on her tongue, enjoyed the sucking. She drew it in as far as she could, till his balls tested against her chin. She sucked him clumsily at first, then with increasing speed and force.
"Awwwww, Christ," Tod moaned, "that's so fuckin' GOOD.."
Suddenly his cock went erect in her mouth.
Vicky hadn't expected such a swift hard-on, and she was almost choked as his limp meat suddenly twitched and sprang into life, growing long and thick and rigid. His hard bloated glans poked against the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. Her lips felt painfully stretched by his thickened meat.
"Don't stop," Tod said urgently, in a horny whine. "Suck it some more, baby, please.. ."
She tried. It wasn't easy now that he'd grown so long and rigid. Still she enjoyed it. She like the sucking, even liked the taste. His aroused glans began -to dribble cream onto her tongue, and she found it salty and delicious. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, and her sucking became wet and loud. It was an obscene noise, but it excited both of them.
Tod sat on the edge of the bed, red-faced and panting, hardly believing his luck. The Coach's wife was sucking his erect prick like it was candy. He hadn't expected anything this good. After her struggles and protests, he'd thought he'd be lucky to ball a dry cunt. He hadn't asked her to lick him-she'd done it voluntarily.
He reached out and drew back her heavy red hair, so he could see her face. Half his excitement lay in watching this beautiful older woman sucking his dick. She glanced up at him, and he saw that her blue eyes were hat and horny. He grinned at her.
"You like it, don't you?" he said. "You dig sucking my meat. ."
Her lips grotesquely stretched by his thick shaft, her mouth fully stuffed with his prick, Vicky could not reply. She blushed hotly, but she kept on sucking, faster and louder with each moment.
It was true. She liked sucking his cock. In fact it was the mast exciting sexual act she'd performed for a long, long time...
Her pussy was creaming hot rivers by now. She could feel the sticky stuff trickling down her thighs. Her big breasts were swollen up taut and jutting with arousal, and her long-starved cunt ached for penetration.
Vicky let his fully erect prick slip out of her mouth. It snapped up to hug his taut belly, wet and gleaming with her spit. It was long, thick, incredibly stiff-exactly what she needed, exactly what her husband couldn't give her. In her anger and passion, she decided not to deny her need any longer.
She stood up, her breasts swaying heavily, her handsome face flushed with arousal and determination. She stood before the gawking boy, hands on hips, eyes glowing. Her legs were held a little apart, revealing her soaked snatch, and she defiantly tossed her heavy mane of red hair.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now."
Tod was impressed and excited. She seemed like an Amazon to him, an enticing giantess, as she loomed over him. "Sure," he said quickly, "sure, right away."
He stood up. That way, he was taller than her, more in command. He slipped his arms around her, feeling the intense heat of her silky body, and he bent his knees a little, fumbling around with his achingly erect cock, trying to get into her.
Vicky spread her legs wider, then impatiently seized his hot hard dick and shoved it roughly into her. Her eyes glowed hotly as she wedged the fat hot glans into her steamy wet cunt-mouth.
"Awwwww, Jesus," Tod moaned. "You're so hot . ."
"Do it," Vicky gasped, clinging tightly to him. "Do it to me, do it to meee She was shameless now. She just had to have him, no matter what the cost. She felt that hard inch of penetration, and she yearned for more. She felt that if Biff were to walk into the room at that very moment, she still couldn't stop..
"Ooooooooh!" She wailed loudly as she felt the boy move at last.
His long thick penis inched slowly up her seething wet twat, and she wailed steadily as he filled her with it. She needed it desperately, every beautiful inch of it. She'd needed it for years.
Tod felt it was even better than yesterday. She was hotter inside, almost scorching, wetter and slicker, and if possible, even more eager for him.
She clung to him so tightly that her mountainous breasts seemed squashed against his chest. Her beautiful face was twisted with hot lust. She slammed her pussy against his penetrating dick, urging it deeper and deeper into her flaming passage.
"Fuck meeeee.. ." she whined.
"You better believe I will," Tod gasped.
He gave it everything he had, slamming his thick meat into her with brutal force and with all the speed he could command. His erection was so thick, her cunt so juicy, that the noise of their fucking was lewdly loud and slurpy. He could feel her juice boiling around his slamming dick, flooding out to soak his pubic patch. She dug her nails into his back and screamed with pleasure.
"Good for you, baby?" he panted. "This how you want it?"
She was a wild wanton slut now, her conscience and pride forgotten. "Harder," she screamed, "ball me harder, damn you, tape me, screw me... I want it, I WANT IT.. ."
He tried to obey, ramming his rigid dick into her so hard he thought he'd splint her tight pussylips. Surely it must hurt her-but, no, it only, got her more excited. She was groaning steadily, clawing his back, bucking her hips in time to his strokes.
"Ohhhh, yesss," she whined, "that's how I want it, darling, as hard as you can...Don't stop... Ahhhhh, God, ......."
Tod was getting pretty winded and sweaty. Even spring training with the team wasn't as demanding as this. The Coach's wife just couldn't seem to get enough. She wanted it harder, faster, deeper, she kept begging for it. He was proud to have turned her on so much, but he wondered how long he could hold out.
"AAAAAEEEEEE!" Vicky screeched.
She threw her head back, and he saw the twisted passion on her face, her wildly rolling eyes and lolling tongue. He felt her steaming cunt tighten around his dick so hard he couldn't move. He felt the powerful rippling muscles of her scalding vagina as she went into orgasmic convulsions. Her cunt was so tight, so damned tight... he whined softly and began to come in her.
Vicky felt his hot jism trickling down her legs. Her passion spent at last, she experienced a wave of shame and guilt Again she'd lost control of herself, violated all her deepest beliefs. She'd been unfaithful to her husband, seduced a boy young enough to be her son. What in God's name was wrong with her?
Tod was feverishly pawing her lush body, and already his drained cock was twitching inside her, getting hard again. She wondered what to do.
She didn't have to decide. They heard Biffs car pulling into the driveway, the door slamming as he got out. They sprang apart, fumbling into their clothes, and Vicky opened the bedroom window so Tod could escape.
"I'll be back," he said fervently. "I'll be back tomorrow..."
Chapter Four
Biff Benson watched his wife stalk away from his across the football field. He shrugged. She was pissed at him again, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was an energetic, restless, and important man, and she couldn't expect him just to sit home all the time doing the domestic trip. So let her fume.
"Bitch!" he said under his breath.
After practice that day, Biff decided to make good his fantasy of seducing all four of the cheerleaders. After his smashing success with Bunny, he was a lot more confident, and he anticipated little or no trouble.
After getting rid of Vicky, he sauntered over to the girls' gym where the cheerleaders were just finishing their practice for the day. Bunny cast him a wistful glance, but Biff shook his head, meaning he couldn't see her today. He wondered which of the girls he should try next, golden-haired Lisa, red-haired Kim, or little Judy, a petite brunette with enormous brown eyes. The choice was made for him when the others skipped off, leaving him alone with Judy.
"Well, how's it going, kid?" Biff said gruffly. "It's your first year as a cheerleader, isn't it?"
Judy turned her huge eyes on him and blushed slightly. She was intimidated by his hulking presence.
"Yes, sir," she said politely, "it's my first year, and I'm really having to work hard to keep up with the others. They're so good. They were all cheerleaders last year, too. But I enjoy it."
"Good," said Biff, who was impatient with her girlish chatter. "Say, I don't know if you need money or not, but maybe you'd like to take over Bunny's job. You know, helping me with paperwork after school. She's too busy."
Judy smiled timidly. She really was a little mouse, Biff decided, and not his first choice among the girls. He liked a little more spirit. But she did have a swell figure-awfully big tits for a girl so small. She had a dark, Spanish type of beauty that intrigued him.
"Why, Mr. Benson," she said, "how nice of you to consider me. I'd love to have the job. I really could use the money."
Biff felt a prick of excitement. He'd accomplished step number one, getting the girl to his office. "Swell," he said. "You wanta start now?"
"Okay," said Judy. "Maybe I should phone my mother first, though, and tell her I'll be late."
"Uh, no," Biff said quickly, "that won't be necessary. We won't do that much today. I just wanta show you the ropes."
He really didn't want her mother to know she'd been with him. The fewer people who knew it, the better. As he walked little Judy over to his office, he glanced around nervously. No one in sight. Even the janitor didn't see them when they entered the building.
He let Judy into his office and closed the door, locking it when she wasn't looking. The big-eyed girl looked around his office, gawking at the trophies and photos.
"Wow," she said, hugging her books to her full ripe bosom. "You sure have won a lot of awards for our school, Mr. Benson. We're so lucky to have a coach like you."
"Yeah, we won a few times," Biff said casually, "but you have to remember, it wasn't just me. There was a whole football team helping out."
The girl gazed at him admiringly, and Buff wondered where to go from here. Three months ago he'd stood in this office wondering the same thing about Bunny, but there hadn't been any problem. Bunny had practically seduced him making sexy remarks, brushing against him, even sitting on his lap. When he'd made his pass at Bunny, he'd already been sure it'd be received. Judy was different-shy, proper, what you'd call a good girl".
"Well, have a seat," Buff said, indicating the sofa. "Sorry we got no more chairs. I'll just bring this stuff over, and we can look at it."
Judy obediently sat down on the couch where he'd been balling Bunny silly for the past few months. She was still hugging that load of books to her bosom. Biff wished she'd set them down. She had by far the biggest and prettiest tits of the four cheerleaders. It was a standing joke among the boys about how Judy's big ripe breasts flopped around when she jumped and danced during cheers. Kent, the big jovial center, said he got a hard-on everytime Judy led the school pep song. Yet she seemed completely oblivious of her exceptional endowments.
Biff grabbed a bunch of papers from a desk drawer and went to sit beside Judy on the couch. He sat so close that their legs touched, The girl blushed hotly but didn't move away. Up close she smelled like soap and jasmine and healthy girl-sweat.
"Now, what we gotta do," he said, rifling through the papers, "is get this stuff in order, by date and topic and so on, and get it filed. Think you can handle that?"
"Oh, yes," said Judy. "I've done that kind of work before."
Too bad-he was hoping he'd have, to explain things to her, that he could buy more time. She was so shy and proper, he just didn't know how to make an opening. Well, to hell with it, then. He'd just make his pan and hope to hell she'd respond.
He scooped Judy's books out of her arms and set them on the floor. "Now you'll be more comfortable," he said.
The girl looked up at him, blushing and timid-and Biff simply crushed her in his ox-like embrace and began kissing her wetly. She flinched violently, and then-nothing. She didn't cry out, didn't push him away, didn't even move.
"I didn't bring you over here to do no paperwork," he said gruffly.
Judy's brown eyes were enormous and frightened. They searched his face, trying to divine his intentions. She sat still beside him as if paralyzed. Damn it all, he wanted her to respond with glee and passion, like Bunny, like all the horny teenage girls of his fantasies. She was beginning to make him feel like Jack the Ripper.
Well, to hell with her, then. Women were good for only one thing, in Biff's opinion, and if they didn't like doing that one thing, they just weren't normal. He'd go ahead and have her, and if she didn't like it, that was her problem. He reached for her tight cheerleader shirt and began to pull it up.
"M-Mr. Benson," she said, her voice tight with fear. "You-you've made a mistake. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Listen, baby," Biff said, "you're ALL that kind of girl, whether you know it or not. Maybe you got your head full of this women's lib shit about broads having brains and careers and stuff-but that's all it is, just a crock of shit. Women are for balling and making babies and taking care of men, and that's it. It's time you found that out."
Judy's handsome olive-skinned face flamed with defiance, but she was too afraid of Coach Benson to contradict him. After all, he was the most important man in town practically, and he could get her kicked out of school, make all kinds of trouble for her-or so the naive girl imagined. She felt frightened and hostile, but she was afraid to anger him.
Biff impatiently pulled up her skirt, getting it over her head and off her limp arms. He tossed it into a crumpled heap on the floor and then gawked at her big ripe breasts straining in the confinement of her prim white cotton bra. Size 40-D, he decided. Awfully big boobs for such a young and petite girl.
"I thought none of YOU chicks wore bras any more," he said.
"Some of us do," Judy said primly. "Some of us don't like to make a spectacle of ourselves."
Biff chuckled. "Yeah, with boobs that big, you'd make a spectacle, all right. But let's get this thing off."
Again Judy's face flamed. "Please," she said, "please don't DO this. I don't want to. You have a wife-a beautiful Wife. If you need a woman, why don't you go to her?"
"I don't need a woman." said Biff, "I need variety. Now, quit hassling me, baby, or I'm gonna get mad."
Judy shut up, but the tear streamed down her face as Biff unhooked her bra and drew if off. Her lovely ripe young breasts tumbled out of the big cotton cups and stood pointed and firm. They were big olive-skinned breasts, like plump melons, tapped with large nipples. Biff gawked hungrily.
"Jeeee-SUS," he exclaimed, "what a pair you got, baby. I never seen such nice big tits on a little girl before."
Judy's big brown eyes rolled in helpless panic. It was clear to her now that Coach Benson, whom she'd long admired and idolized, was a lecherous old man who wanted to make filthy use of her body.
"Come here, baby," Biff said hoarsely. "Let me touch them sweet titties of yours."
Judy sobbed as his big hammy fists closed over her silky tender breasts. He pawed her like an animal, snorting and breathing hard. She felt defiled by his hot sweaty touch, his rough fumbling with her big naked breasts. He squeezed her ripe full tits in big greedy fistfuls.
"Yeah, yeah," he said huskily, "you got the nicest boobs I ever saw. You're gonna make some guy real happy in bed, baby."
Judy shuddered. What kind of bride would she make after this pig had defiled her? She'd wanted so much to stay a virgin till she married. Now she was going to be ruined.
Biff pushed her back on the couch. Judy whimpered and went sprawling onto her back. She felt Coach's rough hands creeping up under her skirt. "Noooo," she sobbed.
"Aw, relax," said Biff impatiently. "Didn't nobody ever tell you that sex is fun? You act like you was at the dentist. Take it easy, baby. I can make you feel real good."
Judy shuddered. Biff pushed her skirt right up to her waist, uncovering the cute white bikini panties of her cheerleader's uniform. Judy had wide flowing hips of a mature woman. She was made for screwing, Biff felt, He grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties and started pulling the garment down. Judy began to sob hysterically. Cursing, Biff clapped his big hand over her mouth and glared at her.
"Now, listen," he said angrily, "and listen good, you dumb little cunt! Cut out the noise, because if I get caught like this, I'm finished. It won't do you no good to struggle, either, 'cause I can twist your arm till it snaps. Andif you got any ideas about ratting on me, forget it. Nobody'll believe you. So why don't ya just relax and enjoy? You got no other choice."
Judy's head was spinning. She knew there must be some flaw in his argument, some way she could escape him, but it wouldn't come to her in her panic and confusion. One thing she knew for sure-she couldn't fight him off. He was so much bigger and stronger than her, he could kill her with a sweep of his arm.
"You gonna cut out that screaming?" he snarled.
Judy nodded tearfully, and Biff took his hand off her mouth. She wept quietly as she felt him tugging down her panties. No one had ever seen her naked before, and now her most private place would be exposed to his leering eyes. She sobbed in shame. He drew her panties off and tossed them aside.
"Nice," he said hoarsely, "real nice. Prettiest little snatch I ever seen.
Judy had a rather large triangular expanse of black mons fur, the curls tight and gleaming. Biff chuckled and began to pet it. Her pussy hair was incredibly soft and silky. "Hey, you got quite a jungle here, baby," he said. "It's big, just like your tits."
"Oh, my God," said Judy tearfully, "please don't say things like that." Don't make it worse. Do what you're going to do, but don't TALK."
Biff took a tight grip on her delicate mons-muff, puffing the hairs till she screeched with pain. "I'll talk if I wanta," he snarled. "I'll do whatever goddamn thing I please, and don't you forget it, little Miss Prim and Proper. If you fight me, I can make a real mess of that beautiful face. You get me? You want your pretty little face smashed in?"
Judy just stared at him in utter horror. There was no way out of this nightmare, none at all. She shook her head back and forth in misery and confusion.
Biff was writhing with impatience. Why did this silly little cunt have to put up such a fight? All he wanted was a simple fuck, nothing to get excited about.
"Let's see that pussy," he said roughly. He seized her warm silky thighs and pulled them roughly apart.
Judy just closed her eyes.. She felt his hot moist breath as he bent closer to look at her lewdly-exposed snatch.
"Nice," said Bill. "You got a real pretty pussy, kid."
Judy's lush pussy flesh was heavily fringed with silky black hair, making her naked slit stand out more sharply in contrast. The flesh was a delicious ripe pink, glowing with youth and health. Her clit was entirely obscured by the thick black fur of her mons, but he could see her tender little pink pussylips and the tiny dark mouth of her virgin cunt. At least he hoped she was a virgin. It'd be a real hit to pop a cherry.
"You ever go all the way?"
"W-what?" Judy sobbed.
"Ever go all the way with a boy? Ever fuck?" Biff growled.
She blushed hotly. "No. No, I'm a virgin. Please, please, Mr. Benson, I'll do anything else you want, but don't take that away from me. Please Biff laughed cruelly. "Thanks for, the information, baby. I ain't popped a cherry in years."
He wished to God Judy would show some response. If he could get her even a little aroused, it would help. He wasn't interested in fucking a corpse. He parted the thick-furred plump lips and saw the tiny red dot of her clitoris. Any normal girl liked to be touched there. Biff pressed the little moist button with the tip of his finger and began to rub it gently but insistently.
Judy's face flamed, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Whet Coach was doing to her felt nice, but she couldn't enjoy it, because it was HIM.
"Jesus, what's the matter with you? You frigid or something?" Biff said impatiently.
The girl sobbed. It was hard to believe she wasn't responding, not with a body like that, made for loving. Her big olive-skinned tits rose like creamy mountains, the light-brawn nipples pointed right up at the ceiling. Her big black silky fur patch was a sure indication of passion, Biff thought, yet he could get no response out of her.
"Aw, fer chrissake," he muttered, "you gotta like something. Let's see how you like this."
He crouched down and stuck his face right in her warm fragrant snatch. The girl gasped and trembled. Biff stuck out his tongue and, like naughty little Bunny had taught him, began to lick from the hard little nub of her clit down to the wrinkled little mouth of her anus.
"Ohhhh, God, nooo," Judy wept.
It felt good. She could see how a woman might enjoy having her pussy licked, IF she loved the man who was doing it. But Judy felt such loathing and fear for Coach Benson that she recoiled in honor from his slimy tongue.
"All right, bitch," Biff snapped, "I give up. I wanted to make you like it, but you're hopeless. You're a goddamn iceberg. I pity your husband-if you ever get one."
He drew away from the sobbing girl and started taking off his clothes. No point in wasting any more time on foreplay. Nothing was going to arouse this chick.
Judy's heavily-lashed eyes fluttered open to see what he was doing; They widened when she saw him pulling off his sweatshirt. The man was ape-like, grossly hairy. His powerful chest and shoulders frightened her. He tugged off his pants and shorts, and she couldn't help gawking again, for she'd never seen a naked man before.
If that was what cocks looked like, Judy thought, maybe she wouldn't get married after all. Biffs forest of brown pubic curls seemed dense and thick to her, repulsive. Below swung his flushed red balls, wrinkled and hairy, a lewd sight. Her eyes traveled to his wormy white cock, which drooped and dangled from his wiry bush. She eyed the pale blue-veined shaft, the gross purple head-and then she turned her head away.
"Get me hard," he snapped.
Judy stared at him, not understanding what he meant.
"Goddammit, you stupid little bitch," Biff snarled, "pick up my cock. Play with it. Help me get hard."
Judy laughed hysterically. It wasn't enough that he was going to rape her, deflower her-he also wanted her to help! It was too much, just too much...
"Dumb cunt!" Biff shouted. "Pick it up-unless you want your face smashed!"
Judy fumbled for his limp prick, curling it in her fist. She had no idea what to do next, so she just pumped it. His flaccid dick felt slimy and evil to her, dirty and repulsive. Buff got hotly excited the moment she touched him.
"Yeah, yeah, pump that meat, doll," he panted. "Get that ol' pecker nice and hard.. ."
Judy tried not to think at all. It was too scary to think of what was about to happen. She pumped his warm limp prick mechanically, and in a moment it began to grow in her hand. She felt it twitching, getting stiff and long and thick. Juice began to dribble from the fat ugly purple glans, and she shuddered when the slimy stuff touched her fingers.
"Well, all RIGHT," Biff panted. "Yeah, you can let go now, doll. It's good and hard. Now I'm gonna poke it up that sweet little hole of yours. Hey, how old are you, anyway?"
"Eighteen," Judy said miserably.
"Well, shit," Biff said jovially, "that's too old to be a virgin. It's time you had a little fun. Just look at it this way, honey-I'm gonna help you out. I'm gonna show you more fun than you ever had."
Anger welled up in Judy, and she vowed that someday, somehow, she'd get even, with this man...
Biff was leering like a crazy man as he eyed her plump pink pussy and aimed the bloated purple head of his swollen cock at the tiny dark mouth of her cunt. He flopped heavily between her silky thighs and thrust hard with his erect prick.
"Ooooo, Nooooo!" Judy shrieked.
She felt his ugly hard prick poking hungrily at her tender pussy, seeking her virgin vagina, and in a last burst of outrage and tenor she began to claw at his face. Biff snarled and, grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms down to her sides. Judy screamed in pain. Then suddenly she felt herself being entered, the cruelly thick knob of his erect cock splitting her cunt.
"AAAGGGHHHH!" she screamed. "No, no, it HURTS!"
Biff clapped his hand hard over her mouth and thrust his swollen rock-hard meat into her as hard as he could. An ecstatic smile came over his face as he felt his sensitive glans blazing into her incredibly tight virgin cunt. He'd never fucked anything so damn tight.
"Awwww, Jesus," he whined.
He hit the tough baffler of her hymen. It was a thick, stubborn one, and be had to pull back and lunge again, bursting the hard membrane with the thick head of his cock. The girl's body lurched violently beneath him, and he heard her muffled scream of pain, then he was through her hymen, thrusting clear to her quaking womb, and he felt the hot pooling of her virgin blood all around his impaling meat.
"Yeahhhhh," he sighed. "You was cherry, all right. Man, that was a hit.."
He began to ball her in short hard strokes, oblivious to her pain. His hand slipped off her mouth, and Judy gasped for air. The pain was bad, but she knew the worst was over. She was ruined now, and there was no sense crying over it. Her fright and shame were replaced by a dull deep hatred.
"Friggin' tight little pussy," Biff moaned. "Oh,
Jesus, so damn tight. .. so you never fucked before? How's it feel, honey? How's that good stiff cock feel in your tight little cunt?"
"Great," Judy said with dull sarcasm. Biff brightened up, grinned at her. "Well, OKAY," he said, "that's better. Now you see how much fun it is to ball. You and me are gonna have a lotta fun, baby, a whole lotta fun.. ."
"Sure," Judy said tonelessly.
Chapter Five
"Well, you're certainly in a good mood," said Vicky.
Bill had come home whistling and swaggering. He even pinched her butt, something he did only when he was in high spirits.
She wished she felt as frisky and pleased with herself as he did. Tod had returned that afternoon, but she hadn't even opened the door to him, just let him ring the bell till he got tired and went away. She'd obeyed her conscience, but her body cried out for Tod-for any man who'd satisfy her continual nagging lust.
Biff wolfed down his dinner, parked his butt in front of the TV, and fell asleep during the nine o'clock movie. That was par for the course. Around eleven she'd wake him and help him stagger to bed. Then she'd lie there beside him aching for his cock, while he snored soundly through the night. That routine never changed.
"No," she said aloud, "I can't spend another night like that."
"What? Whaddya say, honey?" Biff started out of his sleep, shaking himself. "Jeez, I musta dozed off. Maybe I'll just go to bed early."
"You do that," said Vicky. "I'm going to sit up a while."
Biff staggered off, half-asleep. She heard the bedroom door shut. Suddenly, impulsively, she hurried to the hall closet and got her coat. She grabbed her purse and ran out to the car. She didn't know where she was going, but she wasn't going to spend another lonely evening of horny longing in that house. She needed to get away for a few hours, to get her head straight.
Vicky drove out of town into the dark quiet of the countryside. She was so tense, she couldn't think, and she decided that a few drinks might loosen her body and mind. There was a roadside bar called the Red Rooster which had a raunchy reputation and where none of her friends would see her. Vicky stopped there and took a small table at the back. The bartender served her a double martini.
She drank it down fast and had another.
"Hey, Vicky, I never expected to see YOU here." The voice was young, eager.
Vicky looked up and blushed hotly when she saw Tod Allen's smiling face. "Well, Tod," she said dryly, "I never expected to see you here, either, since you're not twenty-one."
He grinned and put a finger to his lips. "Don't spoil a good thing, baby. The bartender lets me in if I don't make any trouble." He eyed Vicky hungrily. "Hey, where were you this afternoon? I rang your bell, but nobody answered. Man, I really needed you, too. I still need you, Vicky."
She blushed again. God knows she needed him. "I was out shopping," she lied. "I guess I missed you."
"Well, I'm here now. Hey, listen, why don't you come sit at our table? I'm here with my buddy Mike. You know him-he's our best fullback."
Vicky glanced around and saw big Mike Krafsky, a blond eighteen-year-old giant with an amiable rugged face and freckles.
"I hate to be old-fashioned," she said. "but your friend is underage, too. Doesn't it make the bartender nervous?"
Tod shrugged. "Oh, he's been busted a couple times for serving minors, but-" "That's enough," said Vicky, "I'm leaving. I'm sorry, Tod, but my husband has a reputation to keep up, and if the police came and found me with you two-" "I'm sorry," Tod said, helping her out of her chair. "I didn't think, of course you don't want any trouble. Why don't you come sit with us in my car? We've got a bottle of rum and some Coke."
Vicky was about to refuse, when she thought, why not? She wanted to forget her troubles this evening, and getting drunk and bullshitting with these kids might be fun. Also with Mike along, Tod wouldn't get fresh with her.
"Sure," she said. "I'll meet you outside."
The two double martinis had hit her hard. She didn't give a damn. Tonight she wasn't going to worry about a thing, just have a good time.
"Hi, Mrs. Benson. Glad you can join us," said big Mike Krafsky. He and Tod came out of the bar and walked with her to Tod's car.
Vicky had always liked good-natured Mike, and she felt completely at ease with him. She wasn't even alarmed when the boys seated her between them in the back seat. They all crouched down low with their rum and Cokes, giggling and laughing. They rapped about sports, girls, clothes, possible summer jobs, while Vicky relaxed and let the strong drinks numb her mind and body.
"Hey, ya know what Mrs. Benson?" Mike said a little drunkenly. "You're really okay. I always thought you were kind of a snob, ya know? But you're really up front."
"Oh, she's no snob," Ted said insinuatingly.
He slipped his arm around Vicky's waist in the darkness. She was surprised and annoyed at him, till she realized that it didn't really matter. Mike couldn't see it, and it wasn't going to get Tod anyplace anyhow, not with another boy along. He squeezed her waist meaningfully, but Vicky ignored him and went on rapping with Mike.
She got drunk very fast, and so did the boys. Perhaps that was why they began getting too bold and Vicky wasn't alert enough to know it till it was too late.
She'd almost forgotten Tod's arm around her waist and was talking avidly with Mike, when she felt a hand on her knee. Damn that kid, he was being too reckless. She reached down to remove the hand, blinked, and realized that Tod had his other hand resting on the back of the seat. So the hand on her knee must belong to- She looked up at Mike, and he leered at her.
"Yessir, Mrs. Benson," he said drunkenly, "you are a real nice lady. Real beautiful. Coach sure is a lucky guy."
"Yeah," said Tod tittering, obviously smashed, "and I know just how lucky he is."
Vicky turned to glare at him. "Watch it, Tod," she said meaningfully. "Please watch what you say."
He giggled. "Aw, it's okay, Vicky. Mike knows all about us."
Vicky's mouth fell open. She glanced at the two boys and blushed deeply at their knowing grins. "Tod," she said in a stricken voice, "you promised-you swore you'd never tell."
"Some guys'll say anything, just to get into a girl's pants," he replied nonchalantly. "Anyhow, you don't hafta worry 'bout ol' Mike. He's my buddy. He won't rat on us."
Mike grinned at her. "Hell, no," he said enthusiastically, "I won't rat-not if you cut me in on some of the action." He giggled. "Get what I mean?"
"I certainly do," Vicky said stiffly, "and I'm leaving. Let me out of here."
"Uh-uh, doll, not yet," said Tod, tightening his grip around her waist. "Me and Mike didn't come out here just to drink and shoot the shit. We were hopin' you'd be nice to us."
"To BOTH of you?" Vicky said incredulously. "You must be crazy."
"Yeah, fuck-crazy," laughed Mike. "You wouldn't believe how horny we are tonight, Mrs. Benson. We were just sittin' there in the bar sayin' to each other how horny we were, and then you walked in-like the answer to a prayer."
Vicky's stomach tightened. "Now, look, boys," she said carefully, "don't do something you'll regret. This is very serious. You have the team and your future to think about. You just don't need a rape conviction.
Tod snickered. "Who said anything about rape? I know you, baby, and I know you want it." Vicky was glad they couldn't see her blush of shame. What Tod said was all too true. Everytime he'd made love to her, despite her initial resistance, she'd responded to him passionately. No wonder he thought she'd be willing to take on two boys at once. He'd probably told Mike the same thing. Oh, God, how many others had he told...?
"Please, Tod," she said shakily, "let me out. I don't want to do this."
"Sure ya do," Tod said, sweeping her into a drunken embrace. "You always say no at first, but later-oh, wow!"
Vicky tried to break away from him, but he was much too strong far her. Mike scrunched over into the far corner of the seat while Tod pushed her down on her back. Her head came to rest in Mike's lap, and she had a nightmare view of his face, upside-down and grinning. Tod crouched over, panting, tearing at her clothes.
"Mike," she said desperately, "Mike, you're a good boy. Please stop this..."
He laughed harshly. "I ain't no good boy. That's just a put-on. Sorry, Mrs. Benson, but I'm just as dirty-minded as the rest."
He and Tod cackled. Vicky saw no cause for amusement, Tod had her pinned down on the seat of the car, and Mike was holding her shoulders. There was no escape. Tod fumbled with her clothes and managed to strip off her shoes, coat, skirt, and blouse. Both boys gawked at her lush form in bra and panties.
"Man, ain't she beautiful?" Tod sighed.
"She sure as hell is," Mike agreed, "but let's get the rest of her stuff off. I wanta see them famous tits. They really as big as they look?"
"You better believe it," Tod giggled.
While Vicky sobbed in humiliation, the feverishly-panting boy unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. The two boys gawked at her big swollen breasts and their pointed light-pink nipples. Even in the shadowy back seat, Vicky's tits looked enormous and jutting.
"Holy shit," said Mike reverently, "they're for real. I never woulda believed it. I just gotta touch em.
"Go ahead," said Tod. "You take that end, and I'll take this."
Mike's big hot sweaty hands began to fumble with her naked breasts, eagerly squeezing great creamy fistfuls of warm flesh. Vicky felt Tod tugging at her panties. She wondered desperately if there was anything she could do to stop this rape. There was only one more play she could think of.
"Bays," she said quickly, "I know this is just a little fun to you, but it's very serious to me. If you go through with this, I'm going to tell my husband-I swear it."
They laughed harshly. "You go right ahead and tell him, lady," said Tod. "He don't dare kick us off the team. We're his best players, and he needs us for that state title. That's the most important thing in the world to him-even more important than you."
Vicky sobbed. It was true. All Biff cared about was himself and his image. She knew for certain that he'd sacrifice his own wife to win the state championship. Then what in God's name was she resisting for? A husband like that didn't deserve her fidelity.
Mike gave a low whistle as Tod succeeded in puffing off her panties. They both eyed her pretty triangular auburn muff. "Man, she is all female," Mike said hungrily. "What a gorgeous bod... I suppose you get to go first?"
"Yep," Tod said smugly. "After all, I found her. But don't worry, big buddy, you'll get your turn."
Mike laughed good-naturedly and went on playing with Vicky's tits. Tod pulled her legs roughly apart and knelt between them. Vicky felt the cool air on her naked pussy, and she could almost feel the intensity of Tod's eyes as he stared at her exposed red slit. She felt degraded, shamed...
"Aw, mellow out, baby," said Tod. "Why the tears? You know you're gonna like it. Just as soon as I get some stiff meat up that hot little hole of yours, you're gonna go crazy. I don't understand why you always protest.. ."
Vicky shook her head and wept.
Tod slipped his hand into her moist snatch and located the little warm shaft of her clit. He began to rub it with his fingertip, the way he knew she liked it...
"Noooo," Vicky whimpered.
"Hey, whaddya doin', man?" said Mike. "This is no time to play stink-finger. Let's get it on."
"She's a lot better when she gets warmed up," said Tod. "We don't wanta fuck no dry cunt." "Man," Mike said impatiently, "right now I'd fuck anything on legs-two legs or four, it wouldn't make no difference. So hurry up. I want my turn."
Tod ignored him. He knew his friend would be much more impressed if he got Vicky hot and horny. He seized Vicky's clit between thumb and forefinger and began to knead it gently but insistently.
"Ahhhh, God, noooo," Vicky cried.
She felt the sharp jolts of pleasure radiating from her clit, the cream beginning to seep from her vagina, and she prayed that this time she wouldn't make a slut of herself. She was all too aware of how badly she needed a lover-and her wicked pussy was telling her that two strong young cocks would be even better than one...
"That's better," said Ted. "I feel that juice, baby. You're gettin' hot.."
Tod's naughty play with her sensitive silky clit was getting her horny fast. A new, evil voice told her tonight she could get really well fucked. Nobody had to know. These boys were too smart to blow a good deal.
"Yeah, yeah," Tod crooned, "get hot for me, baby. You're creamin' all over my hand now. That's what I want. And I know what you want-some good hard dick..."
"Then give it to her, fer chrissake," Mike said impatiently.
Vicky's head was still in his lap, and she could feel the long rigid line of his erect young penis. His big hands kneaded her big ripe breasts, and his eyes were focused hotly on her exposed snatch and Tod's fingers as he massaged her clit.
"Do it, do it," Mike said hoarsely.
Ted was getting just as impatient as his friend. Vicky wasn't as juicy as he'd have liked, she wasn't aroused and begging for it, but he was tired of coaxing her. He began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.
Vicky watched tearfully as Tod let down his pants. His pale young cock was hugging his belly stiffly in a rigid hard-on. Just the sight of it was enough to make her cunt cream violently again.
"Okay, doll, here we go," Tod panted. "Here's what you want..."
In one last attempt to save her pride, Vicky twisted violently and tried to close her legs, but Tod held them roughly apart and Mike pressed down on her shoulders, keeping her in position. She sobbed helplessly as Tod's hard young body sank down on her. She felt the swollen knob of his erect young dick sinking into the mushy hot mouth of her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Tod sighed as his rigid shaft sank deep into the silky hot tunnel of her cunt, "it's good, ain't it?"
Yes, it was good. It was what she'd been craving for years. She trembled with pleasure as his thick warm meat filled her and his swollen balls came to rest against her quivering ass. He was all the way into her, his dribbling cock-head butting her womb, and it felt marvelous. She was too ashamed to show it, though.
"Hey, raise up a little so I can watch," Mike said hoarsely.
He strained forward in the darkness to watch his buddy perform on her helpless body.
Tod laughed and raised his body off Vicky, kneeling between her outstretched legs. That way Mike had an excellent view of the action. The blond giant watched and panted as his buddy's long white cock began to slice swiftly in and out of Vicky's wet hair-fringed hole. She was very creamy now, and Tod's thick meat made a lewd slurping and squishing sound nit reamed her flooded Nat. The boys giggled.
"Man," said Mike, "it sure SOUNDS good."
"It IS good, man," Tod panted. "She's so friggin' hot in there, you wouldn't believe it . . . Awwww, shit, yeahhhh."
In his kneeling position he couldn't ball her very fast, so he worked his cock in long slow deep strokes, shivering each time he felt his rigid meat fully enveloped in her blazing satiny depths. He got an added charge from having his buddy watch.
Vicky clenched her teeth to keep from screaming her intense pleasure. Tod's cock seemed especially hard and long tonight, or perhaps the alcohol had made her even hornier than ever. His fucking felt incredibly good to her. She creamed shamelessly around his jerking sawing pole, and her cunt grew hotter by the second. Oh, God, if only she could get laid like this every night...
"Hey, baby," Mike whispered, leaning down closer to her flushed face, "you diggin' it? Is my buddy givin' you a good fuck?"
Vicky closed her eyes in humiliation, and she heard his harsh laugh. He was playing with her pretty pink nipples now, tweaking and rubbing them, and fiery jolts of pleasure swelled her big breasts. Tod's cock sawed harder and harder in her aroused steamy cunt, and she knew she couldn't fake indifference much longer. She was getting far too hot, far too excited...
"Let's go, baby, let's go, Tod panted. "Let's have some real action. Fuck with me, doll, like you did before. Move with me. You know you dig it...Come on, baby, MOVE ..."
He threw himself down on her, digging his rigid young prick deep into her juicy hole, and began to bang her brutally, swiftly. It was more than Vicky could resist. The intense hat friction between cock and cunt was just too delicious. She moaned and began to move her hips in time to his strokes, taking him deep into her. To hell with dignity, to hell with Biff-she was going to live NOW, and damn the consequences.
"OOOHHH!" Vicky wailed..
"Yeah, it's good, ain't it?" Ted gasped. "You dig it, you want it... Yeah, baby, come with me Come" His words seemed to trigger her, Suddenly she was bucking and howling like a madwoman, orgasm ripping hotly through her body. She clapped her hot hands onto his naked straining ass and forced his prick as deep into herself as she could. She screeched her joy as she felt his hot young jism sizzling into her womb. Then she fell back limp and panting, an ecstatic smile on her face.
Vicky was in a daze of satisfied lust. She heard the boys sniggering, felt. them moving around clumsily, brushing against her. Then hard knees were between her legs, forcing them apart. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up to see Mike kneeling between her legs.
"My turn, doll," he said, leering crazily. "Andbelieve me, I'm gonna give you a real hard ride."
Vicky watched dizzily as he lowered his jeans.
She was treated to an instant and blatant view of his erect penis. Her eyes widened. Just like the rest of him, Mike's cock was bigger than life. To her dazed eyes, it looked a good nine inches long and almost as thick as her fist. The kid was really hung...
"Look good to ya, babe?" he said, grinning. "The chicks all tell me they can't hardly breathe when I'm in 'em..."
Tod laughed. "Hey, get on with the show, Krafsky," he said. "Put your money where your mouth is. You're always claiming to be the greatest stud in the West. ."
"Oh, I am, man, I am," Mike laughed. "You just watch andsee.
Vicky couldn't believe the intensity of her own lust. She'd just come with Tod, less than a minute ago, and already her cunt was hot and boiling and eager again just from looking at Mike's elephant dong. She could hardly wait to feel it in her. She vowed not to make a fool of herself, not to cry out this time-but as he began to enter her, her resolve was in vain. He was HUGE. He had the giant thick cock of all her horny fantasies. She just couldn't help it...
"Ahhhhh, ooooooh" she whined. "Yessss.. ."
Mike chuckled. "Yeah, it feels good, don't it? And I ain't even in yet, not by a long shot. Dig this, baby . ."
He slowly but steadily thrust into her; filling her narrow hot cunt almost to bursting. Vicky whined and arched her belly up to meet his thrust, her cunt boiling and creaming around his incredibly thick dick.
"Take that meat, baby," he crooned, "take it all. . . Jesus, you're hot in there... and wet, sheeee-it.. . You must want it real bad."
Vicky was straining to take in every inch of his fantastically big cock. He wasn't going in fast enough to suit her. She sank her nails into his hard buttocks and tried to force him deeper, deeper.
"Do it," she panted, "DO it. .. Fuck me, damn you. . . Hurry.. . Oh, God, hurry up and fuck meeee .."
Mike laughed and sank heavily onto her. He began to ball her like a stallion, great slapping deep thrusts that made her scream with joy. She arched her body up to take his thick cock, dug her nails into his flying muscled ass. She began to come almost instantly, and she came again and again.
"Oh, Jesus," Mike panted, "oh, holy Christ, I can't believe this... I keep bringing her off... Baby, you are something else!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Tod laughed.
He bent down and jammed his wet mouth onto Vicky's, working his tongue wickedly in her mouth. When he raised his head again, he leered at her and said, "Now, ain't you gad I brought along my buddy? I bet you never been so well fucked in your life, have you, doll?"
Vicky howled and clawed and screeched as Mike swiftly balled her into a long chain of orgasms that left her sobbing with ecstasy. At some point her cunt filled with his sizzling sperm, she felt him slip away, and there was a moment of rest while Tod scrambled to take his place.
He entered her, moved in her, and whispered, "One more time, baby, one more time."
"Yesssss," Vicky sighed.
Chapter Six
Biff slept so soundly that he didn't hear his wife come in at three in the morning, and the next day he didn't notice her guilty face at breakfast.
"Listen, honey," he said to Vicky, "I'm gonna be pretty late tonight. Don't wait dinner for me. In fact it could be midnight before I get home."
"Well, that works in with my plans," Vicky said.
"I thought I'd get out of town for the day, go to the city and do some shopping. I might even stay overnight, if that's okay with you."
It was more than okay. Biff was delighted. With Vicky out of the house, he could bring a girl home with him and romp all over the place. "Sure, honey," he said, "you do that. You need to get away for a while."
He didn't notice the strange cynical look on her face. He grabbed his hat and coat and hurried off to school.
Biff could hardly wait for the day's work to end. He was glad to see the boys trot off to the showers after football practice.
Biff strolled over to the girls' gym to watch the cheerleaders practice. He frankly ogled their sweet jiggling tits and round butts. Judy seemed unnerved by his presence, blowing some of her routines. Biff leered at her. He felt confident of his power dyer her, over all of them. When they finished their practice, he'd made his next choice.
"Hey, Lisa," he said, "could you stay a minute? I wanta talk to you about that game that's coming up.
"Oh, sure, Coach," she said, smiling and popping her chewing gum.
Lisa was kind of a dingbat, like Bunny, but she had more style. Bunny had almost white-blonde hair, but Lisa's was golden, almost a corn color. She was stacked, too, and made Bunny look like a skinny boy in contrast. Lisa was the tallest of the cheerleaders, a gorgeous rangy girl with long perfect legs. She came from a poor family and was consumed with the ambition to be Somebody.
The other girls wandered off. He noticed that Judy gave him a sharp glance-but, fuck her. He didn't care if she guessed his intentions or not. Lisa did a few more cartwheels and flips, probably showing off for him, and Biff stared lustily at her cute round butt tightly encased in white bikini panties. Flushed and smiling, she ran over to him.
"So, what's up, Coach?" she said. "What did you wanta talk to me about?"
He saw the rigid bumps of her nipples under her tight shirt, the big jiggling globes of her healthy young breasts, and suddenly he couldn't wait to go to his office. He decided to have her right there in the gym. The others were gone for the day, and the janitor didn't work here till late at night. He figured it was safe.
Grinning, he stepped right up to her and said, "Here's what I wanted to talk to you about, kid." He swept her into his crushing embrace and kissed her hard.
Lisa squealed and wriggled out of his grasp. She laughed nervously. "Hey, Coach," she said, "don't kid around."
"I ain't kidding around," said Biff, eyeing her hungrily. "I'm dead serious. I had my eye on you for some time, Lisa. We could have a lotta fun together."
"Fun?" she looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Coach?"
He moved closer and reached out to cup her loose jiggling breasts. Lisa's face flamed. "I mean I'd like to get it on with you," he said, breathing heavily. "I guess that's what you kids call it-getting it on. I'd like to take you to bed."
She gawked at him. "But, Coach! I-I-well, I mean, you're a married man, and I'm a student, and-and-" "SO what?" said Buff, giving her full tits another squeeze. "I'm a man, and you're a woman, that's all that matters. If we want each other, and nobody knows about it, then where's the hassle? Come on, Lisa, say yes. I really got the hots for you, honey.. ."
She giggled and shook her head in confusion. She kept popping her gum nervously. She didn't try to take his hands off her breasts, but she didn't move closer, either.
"Aw, gee, Coach," she said at last, "I dunno. I mean, I'm flattered and all that. Everybody thinks you're great. But-well, wow, I could get pregnant. And I got a steady boyfriend-he wouldn't like it. I just don't think I wanta do it, Coach."
These things were true, but what Lisa didn't add was that she found Coach Benson overweight, ugly, and faintly repulsive.
Buff was getting red in the face. "Now, look, sweetie," he said menacingly, "you've had your say, but I don't give a shit about that. I want you. I'm an important guy in this town, and I could make trouble for you if I wanted to. You better think about that."
Lisa studied him carefully. Unlike Judy, she felt no outrage, just cold calculation. He was an important man, all right, but that meant he could help her as well as hinder her. She saw that he meant to have his way-so she might as well take advantage of his lust for her.
"All right, Coach," she said calmly, "let's make a deal. You can force me, of course, but it'd be a lot nicer if I cooperated, right? And I'll cooperate if you'll do something for me."
Biff grinned. He liked her sensible approach. "Okay, kid," he said, "lay it on me, and I'll consider it."
"I want the women's club scholarship," said Lisa, her eyes hard and deliberate. "I want to go to the State University, and I need that money. You get me that scholarship, and I'll do what you want for the rest of the term."
Biff spun it around: he had plenty of pull and could easily get money for his nominees. Lisa wasn't the best scholar, but she was okay, and he could make up a sob story about her poverty. It would work.
"You got it," he said.
Lisa smiled-a smile as cold as ice. She had it made now. She could join her boy friend at the university and work on him till he proposed. She knew just how to do that, too-holding out the temptation of her virginity. She knew men had this absurd thing about virgin brides.
"All right, Coach," she said. "When? Where?"
"Here and now," said Biff. "You got me so hot, I'm almost coming."
Lisa laughed. She got a kick out of seeing the famous Coach Benson drooling over her like a sophomore.
"Right here," said Biff breathlessly, "on this mat... Come on, doll, hurry. I gotta have it quick."
They sank down on the tumbling mat, and Lisa allowed Buff to paw her body. She felt no excitement and didn't want to feel any. To Lisa, men were something to use, not to enjoy. She never let sex overcome her common sense. As Biff thrust his big sweaty hands up under her shirt and cupped her naked breasts, she was plotting how to give him his kicks without sacrificing her virginity. She needed it for more important things.
"Aw, baby, baby," Biff panted, "you got real nice tits."
He pushed her shirt up over her large bra-less breasts and ogled the snowy firm mounds. Her tits weren't as big as Judy's, but they were plenty big enough, the rater flat loose kind that really swung and jiggled.
Lisa grimaced as Biff sunk his wet spitty mouth around her left nipple. He began to suck on it with a loud slurpy sound, tickling it with the tip of his rough tongue. Lisa gave a fake sigh of bliss and stared at the bald spot on top of his head. What a pig, she thought.
She managed to contain her disgust, though. If she was nice to him, she could wheedle a few gifts out of him, a little cash. Lisa's interest picked up. Yes, she really out to give Coach Benson a good time...
"Ummmm," she murmured, "that feels real nice, Coach... But wouldn't you like to look at the rest of me, too?"
Biff let her nipple pop from his mouth. He grinned at her delightedly. She was a hot little number, like Bunny. Shameless, horny, eager... He was going to have a lot of fun with Lisa.
"You bet I would," he said. "Let me get them panties off."
Lisa let him push her skirt up to her waist, then obligingly raised her butt to assist him as he fumbled with her tight white panties.
She grinned shamelessly as she watched the expression on Coach Benson's face. He was looking at her naked body, his eyes practically popping, his slobbery mouth hanging open. Lisa knew she had a nice pussy-boys had told her so. Her little round muff was pure gold, light and lovely, and her narrow slit was a delicate pink.
"Oh, baby," Biff moaned, "I gotta have me some of that."
Lisa stiffened, ready to repel him if he tried to ball her-but that wasn't what he meant. His balding head dipped down between her legs, and she sighed with relief. In fact she wanted to giggle as she felt his mouth and tongue getting busy in her steamy slit. Coach Benson a pussy eater? No would have guessed...
Biff was glad Bunny had taught him all these weird kinds of foreplay. He intended to get this little chick really hot. He sucked in her slim red clit and sucked on it like crazy, making an obscene slurping noise. Lisa writhed and panted beneath him.
"Ooooooh," she squealed, "I LOVE it, Coach Oh, jeez, that's good She let her legs fall open wantonly wide and thrust her moist pussy right into his hot sweaty face. She moaned huskily and wiggled her pelvis as if she were going crazy with lust for him. She felt a vague pleasant sensation as be sucked hotly and loudly on her clit. Someday she might get around to digging sex, but right now she had more important things to do.
Biff smacked his lips and drew back to observe her tiny red clit. It was stiff and moist, poking out from the fluffy golden lips of her mans. He figured she was stimulated but could use a little more arousal, so he dipped his head again and began to lick slowly, teasingly, all around the slick steamy mouth of her little cunt. That maneuver always drove Bunny wild.
"Oooooo!" Lisa wailed. "Yes, YES. . . Lick my cunt . . Oh, Gad, yesss . ."
"Aw, Christ," Biff panted, "I can't wait, honey. I gotta get into you now..."
He raised himself up from her steamy snatch and wiped her moisture from his face. She didn't cream like Bunny did, but her moans and horny wriggling made him believe she was hotly aroused. She lay there like a golden young whore, her legs thrown open shamelessly wide, grinning at him. He ogled her beautiful pink pussy with its fringe of corn-colored hair, and he fumbled with the zipper of his pants. It was going to be so sweet, sinking his achingly stiff meat into that tiny hot hole of hers...
"Here, let me help," Lisa said huskily.
To Biff's delight, she moved his hand away from his fly and worked the zipper herself.
"Pretty hot for that meat, huh, baby?" he chuckled.
"You better believe it," she said naughtily.
She crouched over his lap, not bothering to pull her skirt down over her cute naked butt. Biff sat there happily as she opened his fly and shorts and drew out his semi-hard blue-veined prick. He shivered with horny bliss when she began to pet it. God, he'd struck it lucky again. Like Bunny, she was a horny, open little chick who frankly loved cock...
Lisa was disappointed not to find him hard. For her purposes, the quicker he came, the better. She didn't show her annoyance, however. She panted on his naked limp meat, exciting him with her hot moist breath.
"Why, Coach," she said wickedly, "you been keeping a secret. I wouldn't have guessed you were this well hung."
Biff beamed with masculine pride. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby," he told her. "Wait'll I put it in you..."
Lisa lowered her face to hide her smile. He was never going to put it in her, but he didn't know that. She petted his limp rosy prick, tickling mischievously up and down the silky shaft, exciting Biff into hard hot breathing. Really, he had an ugly cock, not nearly as nice as Rob's, but she pretended that she was really hot for it.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, "I'm getting so excited I never saw one this big before.. . could I just play with it a while?"
"Sure, baby," Biff said indulgently. "Play with it all you want."
He leaned back on the tumbling mat and let the pretty little chick fool around with his meat. Like Bunny, she seemed to go nuts over diddling with his cock. He didn't mind. It was a turn-on having a lovely teenage girl handle his dick, and they had plenty of time. He sighed and settled back to enjoy himself, anticipating a good screw after she'd finished playing with him.
Lisa had something entirely different in mind. If this pig tried to take her virginity, she'd kill him with her bare hands, no matter what the consequences. She needed that cherry to blackmail her boy friend, Rob, into marriage. She wasn't worried, though. She knew how to handle Coach Benson. There wasn't going to be any struggle...
"Awwww, Jesus, yeah," Biff moaned. "Yeah, do that . ."
She'd lifted his limp prick to her mouth and started licking it. Her tongue was hot and juicy and very skilled. Even Bunny wasn't this good. Lisa's little pink tongue literally flew over his cock, licking and lapping and tickling everywhere. She lashed roughly on the sensitive underside, swished wetly all around the naked purple head, and dug her naughty tongue-tip right into his glans hole.
"Jesus, YEAH!" Biff yelped.
This hot little chick seemed famished for his meat. She whimpered and suddenly took it in her mouth, sucking loudly and juicily on the big purple knobby glans. Her mouth was scalding, hungry Biff felt searing pleasure streaking through his loins. Bunny had never got him this excited.
"UMMMMM!" Lisa muttered.
His prick was starting to go hard and rigid in her hand, but she kept stuffing more of it into her hard-sucking mouth. She'd gotten very good at this trick with Rob. If you got a guy hot and didn't want to go all the way, you had to bring him off with some other method. If you didn't, you could lose him.
She had all of him in her mouth now, and the head of his creaming cock was lodged right in her silky throat. Lisa prepared herself, for she knew what was coming next. Biff didn't, and he gave a yelp of surprise and keen pleasure when he suddenly began to come. He hadn't meant to come in her mouth, but he helplessly sizzled his thick come into her throat, load after jerking load.
He was panting so loud, he didn't hear the gym door opening-but Lisa did.
She whirled around, Biff's limp dribbling cock slipping from her mouth. Crossing the gym toward her were the three other cheerleaders. Kim and Judy looked shocked, but Bunny was grinning fiendishly.
"Hi," said Bunny. "Sorry to interrupt, but we forgot something."
Biff looked sternly at her, "Well, you can forget this, too," he said.
Bunny giggled. "I dunno if I want to forget it. Maybe I'm gonna be jealous. How come you left me out of the fun, Coach?"
Biff shook his head, both embarrassed and amused. "I can only handle one girl at a time." he said.
"Aw, come on," Bunny laughed, "you're the famous Coach Biff Benson. You can handle all the girls you want. I bet you could take care of all four of us."
Biff's eyes gleamed. Bunny was the leader of the girls, and with her cooperation he might just fulfill his dream of having all of them. "Well, I sure wouldn't mind trying," he said.
"Then how about it, girls?" Bunny said excitedly. "Should we test Coach's stamina? I'm willing to bet he can make it with all four of us."
Bunny was obviously willing, the horny little nymph-she'd do anything for kicks. Lisa shrugged and laughed; since she'd just been caught in the act of blowing the Coach, there was little point in pretending innocence. And besides, she wanted that scholarship, so she had to please him. Dark-eyed Judy smiled slightly and nodded, which surprised Biff. She hadn't seemed too wild about their love-making yesterday.
The unknown factor was Kim, a slim redhead with freckles. Herr blue eyes were wide and wondering. "Came on, honey," Biff said, grinning at her encouragingly, "it's just for laughs."
Kim giggled. "Gee, I dunno, Coach," she said. "What if somebody finds out? We could get in big trouble."
"Nobody's gonna find out," Biff said, "if we lock that door. Hey, Bunny-" Bunny was already running to lock the door of the gymnasium. Biff's heart pounded. His incredi- ble fantasy of balling all four cheerleaders was about to come true. But could he do it? He'd just come with Lisa, and his cock was limp as dough. He decided to buy time.
"Listen, girls," he said, "on second thought, let's not do it here. The janitor has a key. My wife's out of town, so let's go to my place. We can have a few drinks and fool around. .
The girls liked the idea. . Even Kim seemed interested. "You got any gin?" she asked. "I just love to drink gin, but my mother won't let me."
"I got buckets of gin," said Biff. "Let's go."
On the way to his house, he tried to figure out Kim. He listened to the girls' chatter and formed a few impressions. Kim was a thrill seeker like Bunny, only not so bright. If it was possible for anybody to be dumber than Bunny, it was Kim. She didn't seem to think beyond the moment. Also she had a weakness for booze. Biff concluded that after a few drinks, she'd do anything.
Accordingly, when they got to the house, he made Kim's drink stronger than the rest-a lot stronger. He had a beer, and the other three girls accepted rum and cokes and sipped them demurely, but for Kim he made a beautiful tall gin and tonic. The freckle-faced girl drank it like soda pop. Biff made her another, which she put away almost as fast. By then she was rosy-cheeked and giggling, and he felt it was safe to make his move.
"Hey, let's get better acquainted, sweetheart," he said, moving closer to her on the couch. He slid the girl onto his lap, and she giggled shrilly.
"I never done it with a grown man before," she said.
"Then it's time you got started," said Biff. "Us older guys are a lot better than those kids you girls date. We got experience and that's what counts.
Kim gazed at him in total admiration. He was the Coach, and he could do no wrong in her eyes. She didn't protest when Bill slid his hands under her shirt and began to play with her bare tits. To Kim it was an honor to have gained his attention.
"Relax, baby," said Biff. "Lean on me, relax . ."
The girl's curly coppery head flopped onto his shoulder, and Biff amused himself with her young silky breasts. They weren't too big, about the same size as Bunny's, but like all young tits they were incredibly firm and satiny and a delight to touch. He eased her shirt up to nave a look at them. Strawberry-pink nipples, his favorite kind, and her small tits were like cones, saucy and pointy.
"Ummmm," Kim sighed.
Coach was rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, and it felt nice. Her pussy began to grow warm and moist, as it always did when she had a letch for a guy.
The other girls sipped their drinks and watched big hairy Biff Benson playing with Kim's tits. If Biff had been at all perceptive, he might have learned something from their expressions. Bunny watched with barely suppressed excitement, licking her lips. She lived for thrills and sensual pleasure, and she figured this afternoon should be a real kick.
Lisa watched with a slight cynical smile. She was thinking only of the money she could get from Biff without surrendering her one natural asset, her virginity. Having the other girls along was going to be a big help; they could do the fucking, she could do the blowing.
Judy was smiling, but her eyes were cold. She was going to play along with Biff's scheme, for she had nothing more to lose. He'd already destroyed her innocence. Her only aim now was to find out more about him so she could devise a suitable punishment for him. She was going to make him pay for what he'd done to her.
Biff felt himself getting horny again. Kim's cute little butt wriggled in his lap, arousing his limp cock into twitching life. He thought of all four girls naked in his bed, fighting each other off for the privilege of screwing him-and his face hushed with greedy lust. His cock was hard now, plenty hard.
"Hey girls," he said, leering at them, "let's get more comfortable. Come on in the bedroom.."
Chapter Seven
Vicky had planned to stay in the city overnight, but her conscience told her that this was not the answer to her problems. She was still Biff's wife. She ought to go home and fix his dinner, wait up for him, listen to him. She'd spent a day of aimless shopping and hadn't succeeded in distracting herself. She might as well go home and confront him with the situation.
As she was driving through the main intersection of town, she saw Tod standing on the corner. He waved frantically to her, as if he had important news. Vicky pulled over, and he ran up to the car.
He looked anxious. "Hey, Vicky," he said, "I been trying to call you all day. I wanta apologize for last night. Me an' Mike were pretty drunk, and I guess we got out of hand. I hope we didn't hurt you.
Vicky looked fondly at him. He wasn't such a bad kid after all. She thought of last night and how she'd wantonly given herself to him and his buddy. She had to admit it'd been good. And she wanted him again. Desperately. What difference would one more time make? And Biff had said he wouldn't be home till very late. The house would be empty ...
"Hop in, Tod," she said. "Let's go for a ride and talk."
"Sure," he said eagerly.
He hurried around to the passenger side and got in beside her.
"I hope we can do more than talk," he said, looking at her with horny yearning.
Vicky laughed. "Maybe," she said. "Maybe . ."
Biff was so excited, he could hardly keep from jumping up and down. He had all four of those luscious little cheerleaders in his room, and all four of them had promptly undressed at his request. The room seemed a delicious jumble of sweet young tits and pussies. He didn't know where to start.
"Hey, Coach," Kim giggled, "you gotta get undressed, too."
"Yeah, take it off," Bunny laughed, "take it all off."
Biff found himself blushing deeply as he started to take off his clothes. He hoped to God his paunch didn't look too bad. The girls were gawking at him with unfeigned interest. Even to Bunny, who knew his body so well, he was a fascinating sight-an enormously strong hairy adult male, the very picture of virility. As he stepped out of his shorts, he was relieved to find that his cock was still hard. That ought to impress the little dears...
"Ooooo, Coach has a hard-on!" Bunny giggled.
Blushing to their chorus of laughter, Biff crawled onto the bed and tried to look nonchalant. This only increased their amusement. As he lay on his back, his bloated rosy cock stuck straight up from its hairy nest, pointing at the ceiling and weaving heavily. The girls seemed to find this hilarious.
"That's some cock-stand, Coach," said Kim.
"Then why don't ya come an' use it?" Biff said, grinning.
That set them off again. He'd never heard such giggling. They clutched each other and screamed.
"You go first, Bunny," said Lisa dryly. "You seem to have the most experience."
"Uh-uh," Bunny said, "one of you go. Or maybe we should toss a coin."
Judy spoke for the first time. There was a strange note to her voice, almost of detached amusement. "Why don't we give Coach his choice?" she said. "Let him pick the one he wants."
That met with their approval. They stood giggling around the bed; eyeing Biff's stiff cock. "Well, Coach," said Bunny, "who's it gonna be? What lucky girl gets to ball you first?"
Biff grinned. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Four eager naked teenage chicks vying for the privilege of fucking him-it was just too much.
"Come here, Kim," he said, leering. "Let's see what you can do for me, There were shouts and giggles. Kim flushed slightly but looked proud.
"Sure, Coach," she said, tittering helplessly.
She crawled onto the bed while the other girls crowded in closer to watch. Biff took charge then. He was horny, incredibly aroused by this bizarre scene, and he didn't want to fool around any more.
He just wanted, to get laid, and fast. He seized Kim's slender firm waist and lifted the giggling girl up over his body so that she straddled him.
The others watched with wide eyes as Coach brought slender giggling Kim to a crouching position over his stiff cock. Lisa and Judy secretly shuddered to think of that ugly red dick going into their bodies, but Bunny was hotly excited. She leaned on the edge of the bed and licked her lips.
"I gotta warn you; honey," she said to Kim, "he's BIG."
"I can see," Kim giggled.
Crouching over Coach Benson's broad hairy belly, she looked down wide-eyed at his erect adult penis. She'd never seen one that big before. Its purplish circumcised head looked as large as a doorknob to her.
"Go ahead an' touch it if you want," Buff said hoarsely. "It ain't gonna bite."
More giggles. Kim reached out gingerly to touch the head of his cock. She gave a shriek and drew back.
"It's hot," she said.
"Yeah, hot for you, doll," Biff chuckled. "Go on, touch it. Play with it."
Again she reached out timidly and set her finger lightly on the grossly swollen red head of his cock. Biff flinched with the sudden pleasure of her touch, and thick hot juice oozed out of his glans-slit to wet her fingers. As if hypnotized, slender red haired Kim began to smear the hot juice all around his sensitive knob, making it glisten.
"Yeah, yeah," Biff sighed, "play with it, honey. Play with my meat ..."
Bunny just couldn't stay out of the action any longer. She was too horny to sit still. Flushed and excited, she climbed onto the bed and cuddled up next to Biff. She seized one of his big sweaty hands and clapped it onto her naked ripe tits.
Biff laughed and squeezed himself a fistful of silky breast. "You wanta get in on the act, too, huh?" he said. "Well, that's cool. The more the merrier."
Lisa thought about that scholarship he'd promised her and decided it was time to earn her keep. She hopped onto the bed, taking her place on Biff's other side.
"Hi, beautiful," he said. "You want me to play with your tits, too?"
"Ohhhh, yesss," she said in her best seductive tone.
She didn't even flinch when he grabbed one of her long swinging breasts and squeezed it hotly. She could take it, considering the rewards.
Biff couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. It was the kind of fantasy he'd had all his life, being surrounded by eager naked girls. Kim crouched over his belly, playing eagerly with his big erect dick, and his hands were full of sweet soft tit, two gorgeous pairs of knockers at once. Only Judy stood aloof from the action. Biff couldn't have that. He caught her eye and leered.
"Come on, baby, join the, party," he said. "My prick's occupied right now, and I got both hands full, but my tongue's still free."
Judy felt a wave of nausea. She never wanted that pig to touch her again, let alone lick her most intimate parts. But it was essential to her plan to fool him, get him off his guard. She found some way to destroy him. She smiled stiffly and approached the bed.
"Hey," said Bunny, "I never thought of that." She leaped up to crouch over Biff's face, facing Kim, her slim legs spread shamelessly wide, her pink golden-fringed slit poised right above his mouth. She grinned at Judy.
"I don't mean to be a hog," she said, "but I gotta have this NOW."
"It's all right," said Judy. "I can wait."
Buff didn't mind, either. Judy had much nicer tits than Bunny. As the demure dark-haired girl moved into Bunny's place beside him, he reached out eagerly to play with her huge ripe olive-skinned breasts. She seemed to flinch a little, and then she sat still.
Buff felt a drop of scalding liquid hit his face, and he laughed. "Okay, okay," he said to Bunny, "don't get impatient. I'm kinda busy right now."
"But like you said, your tongue's free," Bunny replied breathlessly. "Come on, Coach, use it on me. Lick my pussy. I'm sooooo horny..."
Biff looked up at her eagerly offered snatch only inches from his eyes. He could see the oval fringe of light blonde hairs, the little wrinkle of her bumhole, the juicy recessed mouth of her cunt. From that dark mouth pussyjuice was seeping in a helpless horny flow. He shot out his thick td tongue and began to lick her fragrant wet snatch from stem to stem, from anal mouth to her little hot clit.
It was hard for him to control all his movements. Taking on four chicks at once was no easy thing, and he wanted to please them all. He had to lick Bunny's pussy, squeeze two pairs of tits, and still get off on Kim's teasing ringer-play on his rigid erect prick. It was a hit, of course, but it was also work.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm gettin' so hot," Lisa sighed. "Do something for me, too, Coach." She grabbed his big sweaty hand, pushed it down off her breasts and into her warm moist snatch. Biff got the idea quickly. He seized Lisa's ripe red clit between thumb and forefinger and began to knead it. She gave a low moan.
"Yes, yessss," she said, "play with me.. . play with my pussy . ."
Her response pleased Biff so much that he did the same thing with Judy; taking his hand off her big warm tits and slipping it between her legs, into the moist satiny flesh of her slit. He found her clit, which was exceptionally small and dry, and began to knead and tug it. To his annoyance she didn't moisten up. Maybe she was just slow. Anyhow, he was so busy that he couldn't concentrate on just one girl.
He knew what he wanted to do now. He wanted to bring them all off at once.
What a triumph that would be, to bring four lovely teenage girls into simultaneous climax. He wished he had four cocks, but he'd have to use his fingers and tongue as well. He kneaded steadily on the two plump little tits and licked Bunny's wet pussy for all he was worth. It was time to get the fourth girl in motion.
"Hey, doll," he panted to Kim, "let's get it on now. Stick that good meat in yourself and have a nice ride."
Kim giggled. She seized his big rigid dick and wedged the fat purple head into her little cunt mouth. She was a little nervous, for she'd never taken in a cock that thick before, but she was eager to find out how it would feel. She got the head firmly lodged in her moist cunt-mouth and began to slide down the hard hot pole of Biff's prick.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed. "Jeez, Bunny, you were right-he's HUGE!"
Buff grinned blissfully. He could still hardly believe his luck. In both hands he held tiny hot clits, frigging two luscious girls at once. His tongue was lashing and licking in an eagerly-offend young fussy. Kim's tight hot teenage cunt was slowly encasing his achingly stiff cock. His triumph was complete as he proceeded to make love to all four of the school's cheerleaders at once.
Bunny and Kim's enjoyment wasn't faked. Bunny's eyes were rolling crazily as she experienced the delicious probing of his rough hot tongue in her most sensitive places, the naked nub of her clit and the hungry wet mouth of her little cunt. She began to think that she liked fussy-eating almost as much as balling.
"Yeah, eat me, Biff!" she squealed. "It's fantastic.. ."
Kim, once she'd gotten over her shock at how thick his cock was, began to enjoy herself hugely. She liked being fully stuffed and impaled on that hard pole, and she liked controlling the action. Buff lay there lazily and let her ball him. The slim redhead squealed and gasped as she worked her flooded pussy swiftly up and down his skewering slick cock.
"Ohhhhh," she whined, "ahhhhh. . . Far OUT. . .you're really HUNG, man.."
Even Lisa was getting a little turned on. She found herself enjoying their naughty play with fingers and tongues, and she had to be careful not to let herself go too far. Buff's thick fingers felt good on her clit, sending little jabs of hot pleasure through her loins. She might just let him bring her off. As long as he didn't try to ball her, she was safe.
Judy sat there completely unmoved except for a slight feeling of disgust as Biff eagerly kneaded her tiny clit. She felt defiled and used, and she couldn't understand what the other girls were getting so excited about. How could they possibly turn on for this dirty old man?
Suddenly Kim began to come. She screeched her pleasure, and Biff felt her tiny hot cunt gripping his cock like a vise, her pussycream boiling around him in orgasmic floods. He was a little disappointed, for he'd wanted to bring them off together-but he quickly forgot this in the excitement of watching the girl climax.
With a final convulsive shudder and a blissful smile, she tumbled off his lap, leaving his rosy prick wet and still very stiff.
"Hey, girls," he panted, "don't let that hard-on go to waste."
Bunny took the hint. His pussy-licking was delicious, but she couldn't look at that big stiff cock without wanting it inside her.
"Move over, kids," she said to the others. She tumbled onto her hands and knees and raised her saucy little butt high in the air. "Do it to me, Coach," she said breathlessly, "FAST. ."
Biff rolled onto his knees behind her and jammed his erect fat prick up her eagerly offered little cunt. Bunny always liked to do it dog-style best. As he rammed brutally into her, she screamed with hot pleasure.
"Yeah, YEAH," she shouted, "get it up there! Get into ....... Ball me hard, Coach, HARD. Yes, you beautiful motherfucker, YES ....."
Buff balled the shrieking wiggling girl as hard as he could, but he tried to hold off his own climax. If he couldn't bring off all four girls at once, he decided, it would be great to fuck them one after the other. If only he could hold out...
He had no trouble with Bunny. She was already so hotly aroused from his pussy eating that she took less than a minute to come. The other girls watched avidly as Biff's thick rosy cock reamed the pussyjuice right out of her. The thick white stuff boiled around his thick shaft and splattered on his belly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck meee," Bunny whined, "get in deep, hard...Ahhhh, shit, YEAH...You're makin' me COME.. ."
Biff fucked her unrelentingly, his big hairy balls slapping loudly against her cute little butt, his whole body breaking out in glistening sweat. He wanted to impress the other girls with his stallion-like humping-and he certainly impressed Bunny. She wailed hoarsely as she came, her slim body going into violent convulsions. At last she fell off his impaling stiff dick and moaned with satisfaction.
"Oh, Christ," she whimpered, "I'm fucked raw..."
Buff chuckled. He was very pleased with himself. Not only had he fucked this little chick silly, but his cock was still plenty hard. He looked around for another partner. Dark-eyed Judy paled as he caught her eye, and that decided him. He was going to arouse that little iceberg if it was the last thing he ever did.
"Come here, baby," he said.
Again Judy felt a wave of nausea, but she didn't protest. Her virginity was gone, now, and it didn't matter how many times he used her. It was best to go along with him. She didn't want him to suspect what she was plotting. She forced a smile onto her face.
Biff threw her roughly onto her back and drew her legs apart. She knew she was just a cunt to him, a body to be used and discarded. She could have killed him in that moment, clawed his little piggish eyes out-but she only lay there and smiled. Some day he was going to be sorry.
"Let's try it this way," Biff said eagerly.
He seized Judy's legs and drew them up over his broad sweaty shoulders. That way her ripe red pussy was lewdly exposed to his leering eyes. She had such a big lush black bush. Some guys didn't care for so much fur, but Biff got off on it. He chuckled and reached out to pet the thick hairy expanse.
"Hey, Bunny," he mocked, "you oughta eat more spinach-maybe you could grow a bush like this.
Bunny giggled. "I wish I could grow TITS like that," she said.
Judy's lush melons were ripe and swelling and full. Her body was so totally female that Buff couldn't understand her coolness, her seeming frigidity. He touched the tiny red dot of her clit and found it bone-dry. He eased a finger along the ripe red flesh of her slit. It was dry, too, and almost cool. Well, to hell with her, he thought angrily. He'd just ball her and get his kicks, and if she didn't like it, that was her loss.
Panting, Buff leaned forward and maneuvered the gross purple bead of his cock into the dark hair-fringed mouth of Judy's exposed cunt. He began pushing into her. She was only slightly moist, and she was very tight. Biff grunted with effort.
"Ooooo, yes," moaned Judy.
That surprised him. He was delighted when she let her head fall back limp, closed her eyes, and a blissful little smile crept over her face. He had no idea that it was all an act.
"Yessss," she purred, "do it to me, Coach... I want it. . ."
Biff was off and running. The idea of turning on frosty little Judy was very exciting to him. He wished her cunt was wetter, hotter, but maybe she just didn't get that way. She panted and smiled as he fucked her, and Buff swelled with virile pride.
"Ummmm," she murmured, "UUUMMM. ."
Judy was silently calculating when to fake her climax. The less time he was in her, with that gross ugly cock of his, the better. It hurt a little, but she didn't mind the pain so much as the indignity of admitting the big creep into her body. She decided to feign a quick come.
Buff felt her little lush body arching up sharply beneath him, so that his cock dug deep into her tight cunt and butted her womb. He grinned crazily. He'd finally got her hot, finally.. . Judy moaned hoarsely and began to shake and quiver. "Ahhhhh," she cried, "ahhhh, I'm coming, OOOHHHH. . ."
She hoped that would satisfy him. She just couldn't take another second of his sweaty embrace. She wiggled and squealed a little more, imitating Bunny and Kim, then rolled away from him with a deep sigh.
Buff chuckled and patted her ass. "That's more like it, kid," he said. "You can be a sweet little lay when you want to."
He turned and leered at Lisa. She leered back.
Lisa was on the alert. She'd hoped he'd come with one of the other girls and not be able to get it up again, but no such luck. She hoped to God she wasn't going to have any trouble with him.
"Let's go, baby," he said. "Open them legs for me. I'm gonna finish off with you."
Lisa let her eyes go sensual and sleepy. Deliberately she licked her lips with her little gleaming pink tongue. "Coach," she said huskily, "before we do that-well, you know what I like best."
Biff grinned like an idiot. His ego swelled at the thought of that naughty little chick thirsting for the taste of his cock. He could get off on some of that-and Lisa was sure us hell good at it.
"Sure, baby," he said, winking at her, "I know what you like. So have yourself a ball." He folded his arms behind his head. Lisa grinned wickedly and crawled over to him, licking her lips like she was staved. She knelt beside him and took his rigid come-soaked cock between her hands, lazily pumping and caressing it.
Bunny giggled, her eyes lighting up. "Whadda you gonna do, blow him?" she asked.
"Like he's never been blown before." Lisa said.
Her golden head dipped down, and the other girls watched wide-eyed as she forced his thick purple cock-head between her lips. She started with the knobby swollen head, sucking loudly and wetly. Kim and Bunny giggled and leaned closer to watch. Judy retreated to the edge of the bed with a look of disgust.
Biff felt hot pleasure streaking through his erect dick, tingling in his balls, melting his loins. "Aw, Jesus, baby," he whined, "you sure do that nice."
Lisa responded by going fully down on him, stuffing his hard wet cockhead right into her throat. He felt her scalding wet mouth and tongue all around his achingly stiff meat, and he bellowed his joy. It wasn't a bad way to come, in the scorching mouth of an eager teenage girl-not a bad way at-all...
Chapter Eight
Vicky wasn't surprised to see Biff's car in the driveway. Often he left it there and walked to school in a feeble effort to reduce his paunch. Nevertheless she made Tod wait in the car and checked out the living room. Biff wasn't there, and she signaled for Tod to come in.
Tod, grinning and eager, closed the front door behind him and locked it. He hurried to Vicky and began kissing and pawing her feverishly. Vicky smiled. Obviously they weren't going to make it to the bedroom, at least not for the fun round.
Tod half crawled her over to the couch and reached for the buttons of her blouse, but Vicky laughed and moved away. "My turn to undress you," she said. "I haven't had a chance to admire that beautiful bod of yaws."
She resolved not to feel guilty this time, but just to enjoy herself. She was so guilty already, it seemed pointless to dwell on it.
Tod stood before her, pinning, hands on hips, as she began to take off his clothes. He was flattered by her lusty attention. "You really think I'm good-looking?" he said.
"You're gorgeous." Vicky laughed.
She pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. Then she noticed the long tell-tale ridge of his crotch. She laughed and trailed her finger along the hot bulge. "Naughty boy," she said.
"Not naughty," said Tod, "just horny.. . oh, jeez, Vicky, you turn me on.."
"You turn me on," she said, "like you wouldn't believe."
She unsnapped his pants and tugged down his zipper. Tod was panting, and she knew it was hard for him to stand still, to keep from grabbing her. She made him wait. She didn't want a quickie today.
"Hold still," she laughed.
Tod was panting and writhing with horny impatience. Vicky tugged down his jeans and helped him step out of them. Then she raised her head to look at his exquisite young penis. It stood straight up in full taut erection, hugging his belly. The tip was rosy with suffused blood, smooth and pure. Veins bulged on the swollen shaft. She felt her mouth water.
"Come on, Vicky," he said feverishly, "let's get it on . . . I'm so fuckin' horny, I just can't wait."
"Then learn to wait," she said softly. "It's more fun that way. ."
She seized his stiff young prick and very gently bent it down within reach of her mouth. Tod shivered and sighed, and a glistening pearly bubble of cock-juice formed in the dark slit-mouth of his prick. Vicky wriggled her little pink tongue-tip into the shadowed hole and reamed out the salty droplet, gurgled wetly, and swallowed it.
"Ohhhh, Christ," Tod whimpered.
"Relax, darling," she purred. "There's no hurry. Let's just go very slowly, enjoy each other. ."
She began tenderly licking his erect cock from stem to stem. Her wet pink tongue lashed delicately from the gleaming red head of his prick right down to the swollen hairy base. She took her time, savoring every bit of his beautiful swollen teenage prick, making it glisten with her saliva. Tod whined steadily, his brain dizzy with pleasure.
"You taste good to me," she said huskily. "I want to eat you . . ."
"Christ," he moaned, "that'd be great, but I might come.. . I'm so damned horny already."
"Then come," she said. "We have plenty of time.. . do whatever feels good, Tod. ."
Gently but eagerly she began to suck his long pale cock into her mouth. She hadn't been kidding-she loved to eat him. His young milky-white dick seemed so new and delicious to her. She drew in her cheeks and swathed his cock in their silky wet lining. She used her tongue to press his stiff meat against her slick hot palate.
"Awwww, Christ," Tod whined.
She drew him in as far as she could, till the hard creamy head of his cock was butting the back of her throat and his swollen young balls grazed her chin. Then she began to suck him hungrily, eager for the taste of his juice. The noise of her sucking was wet and loud and slurping.
"Awwww," he bawled, "awwww, Jesus, yeah ...suck my cock, Vicky...feels so friggin' good . ."
She didn't have to be prompted. She loved sucking loudly and ravenously on his rigid slick cock. Cream began to dribble from his swollen glans, plopping onto her tongue where she savored it before swallowing. She couldn't seem to get enough of his fragrant salty juice.
"Jesus, Vicky, I'm gonna come," Tod cried. "Can't hold back."
She felt a huge blast of jism in her throat. Gulping noisily, she swallowed it all and continued to suck greedily on him as he shot his steamy load in heavy spurts. Toil clutched her shoulders to steady himself, and he whined softly, steadily Vicky chuckled as she let his limp wet prick slip from her mouth. "How's that for openers?" she said.
Tod grinned dizzily at her. It took him a moment to regain his breath and his balance, but then he laughed and pushed her onto the couch. This time when he began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse, she didn't protest. She'd done something nice for him, and now she'd let him return the favor.
"Goddammit, you're so beautiful," Tod said with obvious sincerity.
She was much older than him, of course, but he still found her lush mature body a gorgeous sight. As he drew off her bra and saw her huge pale tits slope into place, he had to stop and stare. The pink nipples pointed up saucily, and Tod couldn't resist bending down to give them a fierce tongue-lashing. Vicky sighed and grinned.
"Do you really enjoy that, Tod?" she said.
"I enjoy every part of you," he said.
He quickly removed the rest of her clothes, gawking at the pretty copper-colored fluff of her mons. Then he threw himself down between her long shapely legs and gently parted her creamy thighs. Her bright red slit looked tasty to him. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick her hungrily, concentrating on the scarlet button of her clit.
"Ummmmmm." Vicky said, tangling her fingers in his hair, "that's nice, Tod, very nice... I love it when you lick my pussy..."
She felt utterly shameless today for some reason. Perhaps it was because she knew they wouldn't be interrupted, wouldn't be caught. Bill had told her explicitly that he'd be very late. She felt she could let herself go completely. Following her wicked impulses, she raised one leg up over the back of the couch and let the other drop off the edge, opening her steamy pussy as wide as possible to the boy's wet hot tongue.
"Eat me," she whimpered, "eat meee.. ."
Tod seized her tiny hot clit between his lips and began to suck it fast and hard. Vicky panted and gasped with the intense pleasure of it. A fiery melting sensation filled her loins, and she knew she'd climax in a moment if he kept up that delicious sucking on her aroused joy-button. My God, she was horny.., but, then, wasn't she always horny lately? Ever since Biff had stopped being a real husband to her...
"Yes, darling, yes," she panted, "bring me off. . . don't stop. . . oh, Tod, I just love that . ."
Tod felt practically smothered in her thick pussy muff, and his face was drenched with her flooding hot cunt-cream, but he didn't care. It always excited him to excite her.. To have such power aver this beautiful older woman, to be able to get her wild with lust-it was every teenage boy's dream. He gripped her hot little nubbin even tighter between his lips and sucked for all he was worth.
"Ahhhhh!" Vicky felt the first sweet stings of orgasm rippling through her belly. She clutched Tod's hair tightly, arching her body up to thrust her tiny convulsing clit against his tongue, and whined shrilly as she came. "YESSSSS!" she wailed.
Tod watched her bucking beneath him, her handsome face twisted in horny satisfaction. Her great white breasts heaved and bounced, and a flood of steamy pussyjuice cascaded from her cunt. The sight of Vicky in orgasm was powerfully exciting to him. He felt his cock twitching and rising into life again, stiff and hard and ready.
"Oooooo." Vicky cried. "Yes, yes, darling... get into me..."
Tod had hardly waited till her spasms died away before throwing himself onto her and ramming his ready young prick up her flooded scalding twat. He began to ball her like a pile driver, great slamming deep thrusts, their bellies meeting in loud smacks. Vicky took it joyfully, throwing her long silky legs around his waist, digging him even deeper into her ever-thirsty cunt. She could never get enough of him, never.
"Aw, baby, you're so friggin' hot in there," Tod whined.
Vicky clawed and bit and bucked in her ecstasy, loving the deep thick plunges of his sturdy boy-cock. He might not be as big as Biff, but he had the hard-driving energy, the stamina, for a deliciously long fuck.
"Deeper," she whispered, "even deeper, darling I want your cock deep in me.."
Tod grinned dizzily as he felt her scalding vaginal walls gripping his slamming cock, trying to pull him ever deeper into her searing sheath. She obviously loved his dick, and that made him feel proud add virile.
"Ahhhh, God, YES," she screeched, digging her nails into, his back. "That's how I like it.. . Hard, darling, HARD..."
Tod lost track of time, but it seemed to him that Vicky came again and again. Time after time her red-hot cunt convulsed and gripped his jerking meat like a velvet vise, which she bucked violently beneath him and wailed her pleasure.
"Come, darling," she finally gasped, "come in me..."
Her words seemed to trigger him. Tod wailed blissfully as he felt the first sizzling blast of jism from his deep-buried cock. He joyfully flooded out his come into the coach's beautiful wife, while she encouraged him with hoarse happy shouts...
They lay panting and sweaty in each other's arms, trying to catch their breaths, when they heard the noise. It was a strange unearthly noise, a hoarse bellow...
"Jesus H. Christ," said Tod, "what was that?"
"I don't know," Vicky said nervously. "We better get dressed and investigate."
They hurriedly put on their clothes and followed the sound. It sounded now like a man gasping, panting, bellowing-and it was coming from the master bedroom down the hall. Vicky's heart pounded. She imagined Biff unexpectedly home, seeing them, having a heart attack.
Carefully she opened the bedroom door.
She and Tod gawked at the spectacle of tiff lying on the bed, surrounded by equally naked girls. They were the four cheerleaders from the high school, and one of them, Lisa, was sucking Biff's cock...
Vicky turned away. She was pale as a ghost.
"Get me out of here," she said dully to Tod. "Just get me out of here.. ."
Chapter Nine
Vicky sat stunned and silent beside Tod as he drove her car. For awhile she was so shocked, she couldn't even think, but gradually she was able to face the situation. No wonder Biff hadn't made love to her in so long. He was busy seducing girls young enough to be his daughters. Fury swept over her. The damned fool! He was risking his career, everything he'd built up, just for a few lousy fucks. If he had to have other women, why couldn't he go to whores.
Vicky was deeply hurt by his infidelity. How ironic it was: she'd been torturing herself with guilt over her affair with Tod, while Biff was carrying on with FOUR other lovers. She laughed bitterly. Now she didn't owe him a thing...
"I'll take you to my place," Tod said. "My folks are gone for the weekend, and you can stay as long as you want."
Vicky nodded dumbly, not even hearing him. She was wondering what to do next. Divorce Biff? She didn't hate him that much. Yet how could she go on living with him? He was a pervert, a dirty old man...
"Here we are," Tod said gently. "Let me help you...
Vicky allowed Tod to lead her out of the car and into the modest white house. She still didn't have much idea of where she was, except that Tod was taking care of her, Tod was going to take her where she could rest and think, He led her to his own small bedroom and eased her down on the bed.
"You just rest," he said, taking off her shoes. "Just take it easy, Vicky. It'll be okay." Just then the doorbell rang. "Ah, shit," Tod said, what a time for company. Well, I'll keep them quiet. You just relax, Vicky . ."
She heard him leave the room. She stared at the ceiling, her mind still a jumble of angry and painful thoughts. What was going to become of her now?
Tod hurried to the door. His visitors were his buddy Mike Krafsky and two other guys from the team, Kent and Jim. He grinned helplessly and ushered them into the living.
"Hey, man," said Mike, "you look really shook about something. What's up?"
Tod laughed. "You wouldn't believe what happened. . . aw, Christ, I can hardly believe it myself."
"Tell, tell," said Kent.
"Well . . ." Tod snickered softly. "Mike, knows this, and he can tell you it's true. In the first place, I been making it with the Coach's wife."
Jim laughed and slapped his knee, "You're fulla stilt."
"Naw, it's true," said big blond Mike. "Both of us made her once. Scout's honor.."
Kent whistled. "Shit, man, why didn't you let us in on the action?"
"We were gonna," said Tod. "We still can. But listen to what happened today. Man, oh, man, this'll blow your minds."
His pals leaned closer, grinning, to hear Tod's tale.
Tod grinned wickedly and said, "Well, today me an' Vicky-that's Coach's wife-we went over to her place to ball, 'cause she thought Coach wouldn't be back till way late. We heard this weird noise coming from the bedroom. Vicky goes and opens the door, and-wow! There's Coach making out with all four cheerleaders. All of 'em naked. Lisa was sucking his cock." He tittered insanely. "Man, you shoulda been there."
The boys collapsed in helpless laughter. "You sure you ain't shittin' us?" Kent howled.
"No, man, it's the truth," said Tod, wiping his eyes. "Boy, was Vicky upset. She told me to get her out of there. I bet she's gonna divorce him."
"Well, to hell with him," said Jim. "That's not where my mind's at. What about HER? Where is she? Any chance of us getting it on with her?"
Tod grinned. "Now that's a real good idea," he said.
A few minutes later Tod softly opened the door of his room. Vicky was lying on the bed, pale and silent and staring at the ceiling. For a moment he felt pity for her, but it quickly passed. He saw only her great jutting breasts, her lush figure, her possibilities as a source of amusement for himself and his friends.
"Hey, Vicky," he said, coming over and taking her hand, "this isn't gonna do you any good, just lying here. Some of my buddies just came over, and we're gonna have a drink, shoot the shit a little. Why don't you join us? It'll get your mind off things."
"I suppose it doesn't matter what I do," Vicky said dully. "A drink would be nice, though."
"Well, come on, then," Tod said eagerly. "I'll make you a drink that'll set you right up."
Vicky allowed him to lead her into the living room and seat her on the couch. She recognized the other boys, all stars of the football team-big Mike, Kent, and Jim.
The boys chatted while Vicky fairly gulped the bourbon and water. Tod made her another one, and she began to feel the dizzying warmth seeping through her body. She knew she was getting drunk fast, but she didn't care. On the contrary, she wanted to be drunk.
"Hey, Mrs. Benson," said big blond Mike, "let's be more friendly."
He moved closer to her on the couch and pulled her into his lap. Vicky felt she couldn't react properly to what was happening. She should have been indignant, but instead she sank softly against the huge boy and said nothing.
"That's nice," Mike purred, "real nice. . . we heard you got quite a shock today. . . you just relax, and we'll help take your mind off your troubles."
The other boys snickered softly, but Vicky hardly noticed. She just wanted another drink. She held out her glass to Tod.
"That's right, honey," said Kent, "have another drink . ."
At some point Mike began fondling her breasts. Vicky wasn't even aware of it for a while, her thoughts were so cloudy and far away. She noticed that the other boys were grinning and gawking at her chest, and only then did she feel Mike's big hot hands gently cupping and squeezing the jutting mounds. She thought about protesting, but she didn't see what difference it would make. Nothing mattered now...
"Ain't she got the most beautiful boobs in the world?" Mike said.
"I dunno," Jim tittered. "She's still got her clothes on.
"Well, we can fix that in a hurry," said Tod.
While Mike held her, Tod moved over and began to unbutton Vicky's blouse. She looked at him vaguely, then sipped her drink. Tod drew off the filmy blouse and then unhooked her bra. As he was drawing it off, she felt the cool air of the room on her naked breasts-and only then did shack and alarm penetrate her alcohol fog.
"Tod," she said, slurring her words, "not in front of everybody."
"Why not?" said Tod. "Everybody wants to see."
Before she could reply to that, he whisked off her bra and tossed it aside. There was a collective gasp, and Vicky saw the boys straining forward to gawk at her naked tits. She blushed furiously and tried to cover herself, but Mike grabbed her hands and held them down at her sides.
"Holy sheee-it," Kent said, "I still can't believe it. They're like fuckin' watermelons."
"Bigger," said Jim, grinning lewdly. "And they ain't fake. Remember what some of the guys useta say about her?"
"Yeah, that they was padded," said. Mike. "Well, you can see for yourself that they ain't. These jugs is for real, man."
"I wanta make sure," Kent sniggered.
He came over and started to play with Vicky's jutting naked boobs.
"Please," she whimpered, "don't.."
"Aw, come off it, lady," he said contemptuously. "You let Tod an' Mike into your pants, so what's the big deal?"
Vicky blushed deeply and began to cry softly. So Tod had told everyone about her, in spite of his promise. She could imagine her reputation around the school now. Coach's horny wife, fucks anything in pants... She could have died of shame.
"Yeah, they're for real," Kent said, squeezing her tits. "Hey, Jim, cop a feel."
"Don't mind if I do," Jim said, coming over to touch Vicky's big ripe melons. He rubbed his hands over the hot quivering flesh and gave a long low whistle. "Fantastic," he sighed.
Vicky felt sharp tight panic in her belly. She could see what this W88 all leading to. A bunch of horny boys, plenty of booze-it could only mean that they'd all try to ball her. She whimpered and tried to break away, but Mike's huge hands held her arms firmly.
"Hey, honey," he said drunkenly, "don't leave yet. We're all gonna have a party. You're the guest of honor. Ain't she, brothers?"
"Yeah, and she's the main course, too," said Todd.
"Well, let's get to it," Kent said impatiently. "Get the rest of her clothes off."
"Oh, NO," said Vicky.
She felt rough eager hands tugging off her clothes, lifting her up... she was lying stark naked in the center of the rug a circle of eager eyes focused on the coppery puff of her morn and the slick pink tissues of her snatch. It was like a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up.
"Don't make me wait," Kent said gruffly. "I'm so horny, I could kill."
They all laughed. "Well, you better do something about it, then," said Tod.
Before Vicky's horrified eyes, the boys all began to undress. Kent was a tall lanky kid of eighteen with long brown hair and a hawkish nose. She gawked at his exposed penis-it was skinny but incredibly long. He saw where she was looking, and he chuckled.
"Yeah, that's some dong, ain't it, baby?" he said. "Reaches halfway down the block when it's hard. I bet you'll really get off on it."
Shuddering, Vicky rolled onto her hands and knees and started crawling for the door. Vaguely she knew she had no chance for escape. Kent watched her, laughing soundlessly, as he quickly pumped his semi-limp penis into full taut erection. It waved heavily, menacingly, in front of him as he approached her.
"Nooo," Vicky wailed, "NOOO. ."
"Don't pay no attention to that," said Tod. "She always says no at first. But later, man, wow . ."
Vicky sprang to her feet, Kent hot after her. He backed her up against a wall. She stared at his grinning young face in honor, felt his sweaty strong hands reaching behind her, cupping her taut buttocks. He wrenched her forward, and she felt the cruel knife of his long skinny prick stabbing into the dry mouth of her cunt.
"AWWWWW!" she screamed.
Kent forced her legs apart with his sharp knees, dug his rigid pointed prick deeper into her tight resisting cunt. She was flat against the wall and couldn't escape his brutal impalement. She felt his hard cockhead stabbing cruelly against her tender womb. He was panting loudly as he began to rape her, his enormously long dick slicing and jabbing deep and furiously in her quivering depths.
"Noooo," she wailed, "it's too long, it hurts..."
"You bet it's long," Kent gasped. "Gonna come right out your mouth if you don't relax and ride with it. Take it easy, baby.., juice up for me . . . you're too dry."
Vicky whimpered and shrieked as his cruel sharp prick reamed her again and again. The other boys crowded close to watch, their eyes focused hotly on Kent's long pale dick as it sliced furiously in and out of her hair-fringed pussylips. They licked their lips, grinned maliciously-as if she were a sideshow performance for their amusement. She knew she couldn't expect a grain of sympathy from any of them.
"This ain't no good," Kent panted. "She's too friggin' dry. Help me hold her. There's a better way. . ."
Again strong young arms lifted her, Kent muttering some instructions, and Vicky found herself held aloft with her legs spread wide. Mike held her under the arms, and Tod and Jim each held a leg, spread-eagling her for Kent. He grinned wickedly and stepped between her legs, fingering his long erect rosy dick.
"Now I can get in," he said.
Vicky screamed in horror as she felt his cruelly sharp long prick stabbing deep into her belly again. In this position her dryness made no difference, and he could fuck her freely. His buddies had a better view, too. They grinned and gawked as they watched his pounding pale cock stretching the small lips of her cunt, sinking deep into her, right down to his wildly flapping balls. Then Vicky felt something besides pain-the urgent fullness of her bladder. Kent's thick cock was slamming and crowding it, and to her shame and horror she just couldn't hold it in.
"Hey, look out!" Tod laughed.
Vicky moaned with mortification as a high yellow arch of urine shot from between the furry lips of her pussy. It hit Kent right on the chest and splattered all over him, to the others shrill amusement.
"Hey, Kent," Jim laughed, "maybe she's tryin' to tell ya something."
Kent didn't reply. He had a strange leer on his face as he watched her yellow stream splatter on his chest and belly. Vicky understood that he enjoyed it, was hotly excited by it.
"Fucked the piss right out of her," he sniggered. That brought another chorus of howls from her audience. Vicky closed her eyes and tried to blot out the horrible shame of it all. After what seemed ages, Kent growled hoarsely and flooded her womb with sizzling come. She felt his limp meat popping out of her, felt herself being lowered to the floor again...
"My turn," said Jim.
He was a rather short but broad-shouldered redhead, a powerful boy with thickly muscled legs and arms. Dizzily Vicky opened her eyes and studied his cock, praying it wouldn't be as long and tarp as Kent's. Her womb ached from the savage battering he'd given her. She almost sighed with relief when she saw Jim's short stubby prick. It was fat, but no more than four inches long, and it couldn't possibly hurt her.
She lay back limp and closed her eyes again, waiting for the next round to be over. She was surprised and frightened when Jim suddenly sat down on her chest, his taut muscular butt resting on the satiny cushion of her big heaving breasts.
"Wha-?" she gasped.
The boy crouched above her, grinning expectantly. His wormy-pale limp penis trailed softly, warmly, across her chin. His dangling rosy balls brushed her neck. When she caught his eye, he leered at her and brought his knees together to hold her head tightly in place.
"Blow me," he said.
The other boys howled with laughter.
"Hey, Jim, ordinary fucking ain't good enough for you, huh?" said Tod.
"I never got blown before," Jim said, eyeing Vicky's full lips intently. "None of the chicks at school will do it. I just wanta find out what it's like. Now, Vicky here, I bet she's a real experienced lady.. ."
Vicky eyed his prick, so pale it seemed blue-white. It was uncircumcised and ended in a wrinkled pointed tip. It sprang from a tight glistening forest of red hairs. It looked ugly to her, wormy.. . She felt like gagging.
"Come on, baby, open up," said Jim impatiently.
Vicky moaned and tried to shake her head, but it was locked between his knees. Jim seized her jaws and pinched them, forcing her mouth open, and he stuffed his limp wrinkled cock into her mouth.
"Hey, Jim," somebody taunted, "if she bites, you're in big trouble."
"If she bites," Jim said harshly, "I'll kill her."
She felt the cruel painful grip of his fingers on her jaw, and she knew he meant it. He let go, and Vicky began to suck.
The boys snickered and crouched around her to watch. Dizzily she saw their hot mocking eyes, heard their adolescent taunts.
"Hey, Vicky, that meat taste good?" "Some lunch, huh?"
"You gonna eat his come?"
She sucked tearfully, mechanically, waiting for the nightmare to pass. Jim's cock was like a fat drowsy worm on her tongue. She prayed he'd get hard quickly and shoot his load, but he seemed content just to sit there and leer at her. His face gradually went pink with horny delight, and he began to breathe heavily.
"Yeah, suck it, baby," he crooned, "suck that good meat. .. Show a little spirit, doll. Do it harder, faster.. ."
Sobbing, Vicky complied. She sucked him till her jaws ached, as fast and hard as she could, and the noise of her sucking got lewdly loud and slurpy, much to the boys' amusement.
"Listen to that. . . Tastes pretty good, huh, Vicky?"
"Sounds like she's really hungry for it." "Yeah, but she ain't had dessert yet" Creeps, Vicky thought, dirty little creeps...
In that moment she vowed that she'd never be used by men again. She would use THEM for her own pleasure.
"Awwwww, shit, it's startin' to feel good . ." Jim whined.
His cock suddenly lurched into life on her tongue. Vicky gagged as the swollen meat butted her throat and pressed down on her tongue. Strong salty juice began to dribble from his fat hard glans, assaulting her taste buds. She hated it, but she sucked him all the harder, hoping to bring him off and get him out of her tortured mouth.
"Jesus, YEAH!" Jim yelped.
Vicky gagged loudly as the blast of his thick sticky come hit her throat. She had to swallow in order not to choke, but she didn't enjoy it. He leaned over her, almost smothering her, to jab his short stubby prick furiously in and out of her achingly stretched lips. There was blast after blast of thick gooey come before his spraying cock finally went limp and slipped from her mouth.
"How'd it taste, honey?"
Vicky ignored the mocking question. Released from the grip of Jim's knees, she turned her face away and wiped her mouth harshly. She sobbed with shame...
"Hey, listen, there's something I heard about that I wanta try." it was Todd's voice, husky and excited.
"Well, I'm game," said Mike.
Vicky felt them moving her into another position, but she lay there like a corpse, dull and unresisting. They, rolled her onto her side, and Tod lay down facing her. She felt the sharp poking of his erect cock against her belly the wet touch of his dribbling glans.
"Hey, baby," he said softly, "open your legs for me. . ."
Vicky felt just a touch of interest, a dawning excitement. She'd always liked balling Tod, and if this was just a plain old-fashioned fuck, not some kinky humiliation, she could go for it. It didn't matter any more if they watched. They'd seen everything already.
She opened her legs and allowed him to slip the hard pole of his cock between the soft meeting place of her thighs. He sawed and poked around a little bit before slipping into the hot moist mouth of her cunt. He sighed as he- entered her, gliding slowly into her slick warm twat, and Vicky sighed, too. Balling Tod was a pleasant and familiar thing. She felt herself relaxing. She might as well get some fun out of this "Yeah, yeah," he whispered, "dig it, baby, enjoy . . . We're all friends. We just wanta have some fun. . . Dig that good stiff meat, baby, swing with it.."
Tod knew how to ball her just the way she liked it, and as long as she kept her eyes closed she could pretend there wasn't a leering audience. She began to move her hips in time to his slow deep strokes, feeling the sweet friction on her clit as his rigid shaft sawed back and forth...
"Nice?" he whispered.
"Ummm-hmmm," Vicky sighed.
She began to cream. Tod felt it and balled her a little harder, a little faster, intensifying her enjoyment. His rigid thick meat felt really good in her clinging hot cunt. She moved her hips faster to keep up with him.
"Okay, Mike, it's time," said Tod.
Vicky had no idea what he was talking about. She kept her eyes closed and went on moving to his rhythm, enjoying more and more the stiff stroking of his fine young cock in her aroused twat.
Then she felt big Mike lying down behind her, his broad sweaty chest pressing against her back. She felt the enormous fat pole of his erect cock against her quivering buttocks. She didn't understand .. . Then cold fear gripped her as she felt him wedging the great creamy knob of his dick into the tight wrinkled mouth of her anus.
"NOOOO!" she screamed.
Tod and Mike gripped her hard so she couldn't move. She struggled violently, but they held her in place, and to her horror she felt Mike's huge bloated glans popping into her painfully-stretched rectal mouth. She screamed and screamed as he pushed inexorably up her tight untried asshole.
"AW, Christ, it's TIGHT," Mike panted. "Tightest thing I ever got into.."
She felt his huge swollen dick sliding deep into her bowels, stuffing her so tight she could hardly breathe. She thought for sure he'd tear her, injure her, but her elastic rectum expanded to accommodate him. There were two swollen cocks in her belly now, Tod's and Mike's, pumping away and separated only by a thin membrane. The two boys were hotly excited, panting and gasping.
"Aw, Christ, this is fantastic," Tod said. "I can feel your dick. ."
"I can feel yours," Mike laughed. "Crazy.. ."
Vicky was astonished to find that the double penetration felt good to her. More than good-it felt wonderful. Years of horny longing had brought her to the point where she needed this outlandish stuffing of her belly, needed two cocks to satisfy her insatiable lust. She gave a wet gurgle of excitement, and her cunt creamed furiously.
"Hey, baby, you gettin' off on this?" Tod panted.
What was the point in denying it? Her reputation was mined, her marriage wrecked. She had nothing to lose.
"Yessss," she whined, "YESSSS!"
She heard the mocking laughter, saw Kent and Jim crawling closer to watch her get it in the ass and cunt-and she didn't care. She'd lost everything but her lust, so she'd live for that. Screeching her pleasure, she began to work her body in hot sensual jerks to the double probing in her belly. Mike's thick meat reamed deeply in her aroused asshole, and Tod's stiff cock jerked juicily in her gushing hot cunt. She began to come, and she howled without shame.
"Yes, ball me!" she wailed. "Ball my cunt, ball my ass.. . Ahhh, God, YESSSS!"
Suddenly the front door crashed open. Vicky and the boys staffed and jerked their heads around to stare at the intruder.
It was Coach Biff Benson, his face contorted with rage and shock. Big veins bulged in his neck as he stared at his wife and the two boys fucking her in her cunt and asshole. He shuddered and clenched his fists.
"Whore," he bellowed, "you rotten dirty WHORE..."
Chapter Ten
Vicky lurched away from her young partner and began pulling on her clothes. Biff watched her with deep contempt. "I'm divorcing you," he said coldly. "I don't wanta be married to no tramp."
Vicky and the boys felt the obvious retort on the tips of their tongues: Buff had just been enjoying himself with four young girls, so where did he get off, criticizing Vicky? But all of them knew Coach Benson too well. He believed in the double standard, and what was right for him was wrong for his wife. There was no point in trying to change his mind.
"How long has this been going on?" he demanded, seizing Vicky's arm roughly.
"What does it matter," said Vicky dully, "if you're going to divorce me anyway? Just take me home, Biff, and I'll start packing my things."
Just then the front door flew open, and there stood Judy, the smallest and shyest of the cheerleaders. Her dark eyes flashed hatred at Biff Benson.
"You better be nice to your wife, Coach," she said coldly. "You're going to need her."
"Whaddya mean?" said Biff. "Whaddya mean busting in here, Judy?"
"I've got some bad news for you, Coach," she said. "You're through. You're finished with coaching here and everywhere else. I talked the other girls into signing a complaint with me. We're going to tell the school board everything you did to us."
Biff's beefy face went chalky pale. "Hey, now, Judy," he said soothingly, "don't do that. We can work something out. I got money-" "No," Judy said decisively. "No amount of money in the world can make up for what you did to me, you animal. Face it, Coach-you're all washed up."
Biff sank to his knees and cried like a baby. His wife and his students watched him with expressions of loathing and contempt.
Three days later Vicky and Biff were on their way to California and a new life. Biff had been fired by the school board and would have to seek some other kind of work. He'd begged Vicky to stand by him, and since she had no other prospects, she'd agreed. Her future seemed as bleak as his.
"I used to do a little welding, some garage work," Biff was saying. "There's always a call for that."
"Oh, you'll find something," said Vicky listlessly. "Don't worry about it. You're not an old man."
Biff sighed. He looked years older, stoop shouldered and defeated. "I'm forty-five," he said, "and that ain't no spring chicken."
"You'll find work," Vicky said firmly. "Of course you will. But that doesn't solve everything, Biff. What about us?"
He looked at her dully. "I told ya, I'm willing to forget about what you did. I guess everybody's entitled to fuck up once in their life. Anyhow, I need you. I need you to take care of me. I don't wanta be alone, Vicky."
She nodded. "I don't, either. But you never want to touch me again, right? I'm okay to cook for you, wash your clothes, keep your house, but you don't want me in your bed."
Biff avoided her eyes. "I couldn't touch you," he said, "not after all them guys had you.. ."
Vicky stared ahead grimly. So that's how it would be-while Buff played around with other women, she was to stay home, a wife in name only, lonely and horny. She didn't think she could stand it, but what the could she do?
Par down the road they spotted a young couple trying to thumb a ride. "Goddam hippies," Biff muttered.
Vicky's eyes lit up suddenly, and she placed her hand on Biff's arm. "Slow down," she said. "Pick them up."
He gawked at her. "You crazy? They probably got lice. Or else they'll mug us."
"Oh, Buff, for God's sake," Vicky said impatiently, "get rid of your stupid old prejudices. They're nice clean kids. And we need them. If we're not going to make love to each other-" She trailed of r, wondering if Biff would get the point.
He was never very quick on the uptake. They were almost next to the hitchhiking couple before his eyes brightened and he began to put on the brake. He leered at Vicky. "I gotcha," he said.
Vicky smiled cynically. At least there was one thing she and Biff could always agree on-the need for sex.
Biff pulled over, rolled down his window, and shouted, "Hey, you two want a ride?"
They came running over to the car. Vicky was pleased with her choice. The boy was in his early twenties, with clean brown hair and a beard and a trim lanky body. The girl was a well-stacked blonde of perhaps eighteen. They were dressed in clean jeans and shirts and were carrying backpacks.
"How far you going, Mister?" said the boy.
"About as far as you want," said Biff. "We're heading for L.A."
"Far OUT," the boy said. "That's where we're going. We can help pay for the gas, share the driving. ."
"We'll work it out," said Biff. "Hop in."
Their names were Rod and Carol. They seemed to be experienced travelers. They discussed sports avidly with Biff, and. Carol and Vicky exchanged notes on housework. Vicky perceived that these two, in spite of their youth, were hip to everything.
Biff must have seen it, too, for it wasn't long before he pulled up at a motel. He fished in his pocket, then turned around to face Rod.
"We'll be glad to take you to L.A.," he said carefully, "at our expense. What we really want is company at night-if you see what I mean." He handed Rod a fifty-dollar bill. "How about it?"
Rod and Carol exchanged a brief glance. "Sure," said Rod. "Sure, we could handle that," Vicky was surprised at the smoothness of the transaction. After the exchange of money, they all went into the motel, into a double room, and began to undress as if they'd known each other all their lives. Biff and Carol gravitated to one alcove, Rod and Vicky to the other. They were separated only by an open archway, and they still chatted back and forth.
And so an. They chatted as they took off their clothes, but presently the talk died down and they began to really notice each other for the first time. It scorned appropriate to notice, since they were about to make love.
"Hey, you're really beautiful, you know?" Rod said to Vicky.
His brown eyes gleaned with real interest as she removed her bra and allowed her mammoth creamy breasts to slope into their natural jutting shape. He gently caressed her big pink nipples, rubbing his thumbs over the silky flesh.
"Thanks," Vicky said, smiling. "You're not so bad yourself."
He had his shirt off, and she caressed his flat tan hairless chest. He was really a very attractive young man. She felt a sudden heat and moisture in her pussy. It'd been several days now since anyone had made love to her, and she was ready-more than ready.
Rod laughed and reached around to unzip her blue bell-bottom pants. Vicky allowed him to slip the garment off. He knelt before her and began to tug down her blue bikini panties, watching avidly as the first coppery cunt-hairs sprang into view.
He laughed softly. "Hey, you're a real redhead." "Everything about me is real," said Vicky, leaning forward to let her long melon-shaped breasts brush his face.
Rod quickly tugged down her panties and helped her step out of them. Then he buried his face in her fragrant red mons-muff. She felt his hot moist breath on her plump mons, and another bunt of beat and wetness took place in her aroused vagina.
"Ahhh," she sighed.
He'd wriggled his tongue through the furry covering of her mons and begun to tickle the little red shaft of her clit. This kid really knew his business. Vicky whimpered and drew her legs farther apart, allowing his slick hot tongue to play freely on her most sensitive organ. A little river of pussyjuice trickled from her cunt and trailed down her thigh...
"Eat me," she murmured.
In the other alcove, Biff was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching with undisguised lust as Carol removed her bra and panties.
"I thought you hippie chicks didn't wear no bra," he said.
Carol laughed. "In the first place, we re not really hippies," she said. "We just dress this way to get rides. It's amazing how many people want to meet hippies. And in the second place, if you got boobs as big as mine, you gotta wear a bra."
Biff soon saw what she meant. As she tossed aside her bra, her ripe young breasts bounced out of their confinement, swinging heavily. Biff whistled. She had tits almost as big as Vicky's, great fleshy globes bigger than his fists and topped with little pointed pink nipples. Her breasts were perfectly firm, without a sag or a wrinkle, but so full and heavy that he wondered why they didn't droop. She saucily wiggled them for him, making the creamy rounds bounce furiously, and Biff almost fell off the bed.
"Some knockers, huh?" Carol said, proudly.
"They've been like that since I was thirteen."
"You musta drove the boys wild at school," Biff chuckled.
"Yeah, everybody tried to cop a feel," said Carol, "even a couple of my teachers. That's how I passed Spanish.. ."
Suddenly Biff thought of Bunny and how she'd dreamed of seducing her English teacher in order to pass the course. Bunny was lost to him now, and he'd probably never have a young girl again unless he paid for it. He was no longer an important man, and from now on he'd have to pay for his pleasure. He felt deeply depressed-but the sight of Carol taking off her panties vaulted him back into a good mood.
She faced him, her body arched in his direction, and slowly rolled down the tight lacy pink panties, taunting him like a stripper. Biff watched avidly. She was tan all over, her belly taut and flat. A few inches below her belly button, golden springy curls began to pop into view. She had a really big muff, covering the whole lower half of her belly.
"That drove the boys wild, too," she said naughtily.
"I'll bet," said Biff.
Carol kicked her panties away and stood there displaying herself to him, a young golden-haired slut with mocking blue eyes. She spread her legs so he could get a tantalizing glimpse of her scarlet moist slit. Her clit was big, poking out saucily from her golden muff.
Biff couldn't sit still any longer. With a lusty growl he sprang to his feet and grabbed the girl in a sweaty ape-like embrace. He pawed her feverishly, feeling the tight rounds of her cute little ass, the big bulging globes of her tits, the silky puff of her pussy fur.
"You gonna do something nice for me, Biff?" she purred.
"You name it," he said hoarsely.
She laughed and wriggled out of his arms. While Biff watched her swinging breasts hungrily, Carol vaulted onto the bed and flopped down on her back. She spread her legs lewdly wide, showing him the whole wet red expanse of her pussy with its thick fringe of golden hair. Her pink tongue flicked out to taunt him, and she fingered the large red shaft of her clit.
"Lick me," she said softly. "Lick my pussy."
Biff dived for her wet gleaming slit. Burrowing between her silky warm thighs, he stuck out his thick red tongue and began lashing her clit. His efforts were greeted by a scalding rush of juice from her cunt that soaked his face.
"Yeah, yeah . . ." she moaned. "That's good, Biff. You're a real good pussy eater."
He licked and tongued eagerly in the girl's salty fragrant snatch, lapping up her cream as fast as it came. She squealed with pleasure and dug her nails into the bedspread.
"Yeah," she whimpered, "real good . . . Hey, suck my clit, Biff. . . I really get off on that."
It wasn't difficult to take that long fat clit in his mouth. He'd never seen a clit that big before. But it was every bit as sensitive as a small one. He fastened his lips firmly around it and sucked it greedily, swiftly, and Carol moaned homely with pleasure. Her young cunt spewed a river of horny cream.
Biff happened to glance through the alcove and saw his wife in exactly the same position as Carol, sprawled on the bed, her legs wide apart, squealing with pleasure as Rod sucked her clit. Biff chuckled. It was like a mirror image, doubling his excitement ...
"Oh, Christ, that's enough," Carol panted. "I don't wants come yet. It's more fun to drag it out."
She laughed and rolled away from him, and Buff grinned and wiped her thick cream off his face. "Now what?" he said eagerly.
"Now I undress you," said Carol.
She pushed him down on his back and began to strip off his clothes. Biff submitted blissfully, for everyplace she uncovered she plastered with wet kisses and tickled with her expert little tongue. When at last she tugged off his shorts, his excited cock sprang straight up and pointed at the ceiling.
"Hey, that's some stiff dick you got there," Carol laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were horny."
"Who, me?" Biff chuckled. "Naw, I don't go in for that stuff."
"Me either," said Carol. "Let's go roller-skating instead."
Biff was still chuckling when he felt the first scalding wet touch of her tongue on the bloated sensitive head of his cock. The impish girl licked around and around the creamy hot glans, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through his loins.
"Aw, shit, yes," Biff gasped, "lick my dick, baby.. ."
He gave a sensual shudder as he felt her quick wet tongue tickling into his creaming glans hole, reaming out his juice. She gurgled lustily as she savored and swallowed it. Then, her mischievous pink tongue lapped and lashed down the whole taut length of his erect prick, wetting it thoroughly with her saliva.
"Awww, baby," Biff groaned, "lick that meat... YEAH. . ."
It wasn't long before thick steamy juice was dribbling steadily from the purple knob of his cock and he was so rampantly horny, he couldn't lie still. He thought of her blazing tight young cunt, and he gave a horny growl and grabbed at her.
"I gotta stick it in you," he gasped. "Let's do it now."
Carol smiled and held him off. "Let's go in the other room," she said.
"Huh?" said Biff. "With them?"
She nodded and leered at him. "Yes, it's more fun that way."
"It sounds kinda weird to me," Biff said uneasily.
Carol grabbed his hand and tugged. "Come on," she said. "Trust me."
After Rod had licked her pussy into swollen hot readiness, Vicky eagerly took down his pants and gazed longingly at his superb young cock. It was a beauty, long and thick and smooth-skinned. The circumcised head was a glowing rosy-red, the dark slit-mouth just starting to moisten with horny cream.
Vicky licked his pure young dick till it glistened with her spit, till Rod was flush-faced and panting. He made a grab for her, but she laughed and dipped her coppery head still lower, till her greedy wet tongue could tickle his ripe swollen rosy balls. She lashed the pink nut-sacs furiously, making them bounce and jiggle.
"Awwww, Jesus," Rod whined. "Too much.. ."
Vicky could have gone on tonguing him all day, but the boy was young and impatient. After a few minutes of her swift naughty tongue-play on his cock and balls, he was close to coming. With a horny gasp, he seized her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed.
"Goddam, you got me hot," he grinned. "I can't wait."
Vicky laughed and opened her legs wantonly wide. She eyed his thick jutting dick eagerly. It was going to feel so good slicing deep into her hot and ready cunt...
"HI, baby," said Rod as his wife Carol sank onto the bed beside them. Biff joined them, too, looking a little sheepish but eager.
Vicky blushed hotly. Carol was openly studying her exposed red slit and her big swollen tits. Vicky wasn't sure she wanted the presence of the other couple-but what the hell? She supposed she shouldn't knock something she hadn't tried.
Carol reached out and petted her husband's long stiff silky cock. "He's really well hung, isn't he?"
she remarked to Vicky.
"You're telling me," Vicky laughed.
"Your husband's pretty nice, too," said Carol, reaching out to pump Biff's erect fat prick with her other hand. With a straining erect penis in each hand, she looked completely easy and unashamed.
"Hey," Biff guffawed, "how 'bout putting these cocks to better use?"
"Man, I'm for that," said Rod.
Carol laughed and let go of their cocks. She sank down on the bed beside Vicky so that their shoulders almost touched and opened her legs wide for Biff. The men had a dazzling view of the two voluptuous women, of big swollen pink-nippled tits and wet red pussies.
"Well, shit, what're we waiting for?" said Rod. He crawled between Vicky's legs and seized his achingly erect prick, aiming the swollen red head for the wet hair-fringed mouth of her exposed cunt. He wedged the big knobby head into her snug juicy hole and sank into her with a long low sigh.
"Ahhhhh!" cried Vicky..
She was a little embarrassed, crying out like that front of her gawking husband, but she couldn't help it. Rod's thick rigid meat felt fantastically good as it moved into her, stuffed her. She slammed her pussy up to meet his thrust, taking him deep into her, till his flapping young balls tickled her ass.
"Ummmmm, yesss," she whined, "fuck me."
Biff was so absorbed in watching his wife that he forgot his own partner.. At first he felt hot jealous anger when he saw Vicky's lovely face twist into a sensual leer, saw how eagerly she welcomed the kid's dick into her twat. Then as she began to pump her hips in time to the kid's deep fast strokes, as he heard the lewd squishy sound of their balling, Biff experienced a strange excitement. It really was a turn-on to watch another couple.
"See, Biff?" said Carol. "I told you it was more fun this way."
Biff glanced down at her and saw her gleaming red snatch, the dark recessed mouth of her juicy young cunt. Growling eagerly, he threw himself onto her, his broad hairy chest flattening her jutting young breasts, and dug his stiff meat into her. Her cunt was every bit as sweet and tight and hot as he'd hoped.
"Ahhh, YEAH," he panted, "take me in, baby .. Let's ball . ."
Carol grinned lewdly. "You feel big inside me," she said. "I like it.. . Oh, yeah, Biff, do it to me hard . ."
Vicky glanced over at her husband and his pretty young partner. She experienced the same strange excitement Biff had felt a moment earlier, the kinky turn-on of watching another couple fuck. She gazed with hot eyes at Biff's pale slicing cock as it worked furiously in Carol's tight stretched pink pussylips. Even the wet slurping noise of their fucking turned her on.
"Oh, Christ, Biff," Carol wailed, clinging hotly to him, "you're a goddam fucking machine! Yeah, go go..."
Vicky grinned. If she and Biff could come to this kind of understanding, things might turn out well after all. She clung feverishly to Rod as he balled her, welcoming the harsh deep thrusts of his thick young cock. His balls slapped loudly against her upraised ass.
"Fuck meeee," she wailed, "ball me, yes, yesss."
"Baby, you're like a furnace in there," Rod panted. "You are really a beautiful piece of tail . ."
Once she might have been insulted by such a remark, but now it just added to her sensual excitement. "You're quite a stud yourself," she panted. "Yes, Rod, you're really good . ."
The two couples humped happily away for a minute or so, and the only sound was their panting and sighing and moaning. Then Carol said hoarsely, "Hey, Biff, let's switch holes."
"Huh?" said Biff, raising his red sweaty face from her hair.
"Stick it in my ass, man!" Carol whimpered. "Hurry!"
Biff looked nonplussed, but Rod gasped, "Go ahead, man, she likes it that way."
Well, thought Biff, I'll try anything once.
Poking around furiously, he managed to wedge the big purple head of his bloated dick into the tiny tight mouth of her anus. Carol squealed excitedly and opened her rectal muscles, allowing him to sink his thick meat into the tightest hottest thing he'd ever fucked.
"Awwww, shit," he bellowed, "that's good. ." Vicky watched her husband's thick rosy cock stretching the tiny brown mouth of Carol's little bumhole. She felt that strange excitement again, and her pussyjuice boiled and scalded around Rod's deep-digging prick. He laughed and caught her eye.
"You wanta try it, too?" he said.
Vicky blushed but nodded vigorously. She lay in trembling anticipation while Rod wriggled the thick hot head of his dick into the small wrinkled mouth of her brownie. She remembered how good it had felt when Mike did that to hot "Open up for me," Rod panted. "Make it lose... Awwww, yeah! That's it, baby. Let me up your ass."
"OOOHHHH!" Vicky wailed.
She felt the most powerful sensual pleasure of her life as Rod guided his stiff thick meat up her narrow aroused rectum. She arched her hot body up sharply against him, taking his long hot prick as far as she could into her steaming bowels.
"Oh, God, yes," she panted, "fuck my asshole...YES..."
Again the two couples panted and sighed and humped, only inches away from each other. Vicky was so hot with pleasure that she could hardly see, but at one point she happened to toss her head to the side, and she saw Carol looking at her intently.
"Vicky," the girl said softly, insinuatingly...
Carol leaned closer and kissed Vicky hotly on the mouth. Vicky was stunned for a moment, till she began to groove on the softness of a woman's lips, the delicate yet sensual female kiss. She wriggled her tongue eagerly into Carol's mouth.
When the kiss was broken, Vicky glanced up and caught Biff's eye. They stared at each other a moment-strangers, yet partners in a strange game-and then turned away to enjoy their new lovers.
They were on the road again. Rod and Carol were sound asleep in the back seat, exhausted from the night's revels, but Vicky and Biff felt oddly alert and reborn. As they cruised toward California, they eyed all the hitchhikers with interest.
"Ya know," said Biff, "I wouldn't mind having me a. black girl sometime. I understand there's some mighty pretty girls in L.A."
"I wouldn't mind having a black lover, either," said Vicky. She laughed. "I wonder if it's true what they say about black men?"
Buff laughed, too. A month ago they would have been shocked to hear each other talk like that, but now it didn't matter. There was no love between them, no bond at all except this dark and strange conspiracy in lust.
