The Coach's Wife
by Norma Egan


FOREWORD 

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. 

"Awwwww, Jesus," Biff moaned. "Yeah, suck my meat, baby, suck it.." 

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. 

"Aw, suck it, honey, suck it," Biff moaned. "That's so friggin' GOOD..." 

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. 

"Ooooo!" Bunny squealed. "Yeah, yeah, Buff, lick meeee.." 

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. 

"Eeeeee!" she screeched. "Yeah, ball me, ball meeeee . . . OOHHHH!" 

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. 


End
