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Soccer Mom  IV
by Titslave

Conclusion of a four-part story: DW files 1064, 1257 and 1283.
Written exclusively for Dark Wanderer and not the "Watching" site.


      Vicki sent Tonya on a sleepover with her cousins in
the next county. Tonya wouldn't be back til Sunday night.     

      Vicki and Tim anticipated the day of the Saturday
evening soccer banquet, but for radically different reasons.
Tim schemed how to humiliate HER for a change. Starting the
day before she was preoccupied with looking as lucious as
possible.  She couldn't wait to be the party chick that made
all the young guys get hard. On Saturday morning she stood
at the side of the bed, touching herself as Tim lay
sleeping. When he awoke she was facing a mirror, dressed in
nothing except jeans, and looking into the mirror at him.
Usually she turned her back to him when dressing out of
modesty but now she turned halfway and looked down at him
with a lusty look. He couldn't help staring at  her breasts,
his eyes filled with their full, round flesh, dominating the
upper half of her body.  In jeans and nothing else she
looked so fine, and he hated her.  Her chest was a
wonderful, eternally erotic sight for him, and her animal
lust to show it and give it to all these men was leaving him
more addicted r breasts than ever.  He wanted them in his
face more than ever for some reason, and the more she denied
them to him and threw them at strangers, the more insane it
made him.

      Enjoying this tortuous effect on him she tried on
daring, tantalizing weave bras, one red, one bright white,
and one black, as he lay there, his cock hardening.  "How do
you think I'd look in this one? Would this get the stares?
Ouch, my nipples are a little sore...now how did that
happen, hormone change?" she asked him innocently as she
posed in the sheer negligee. She studied his face with her
sincere looking eyes to get the reaction of her little
husband, trapped.  Then she turned her back to him again and
he shuddered at the sound of fabric on skin --- she ever so
slowly pulled her very snug jeans down over her naked,
smooth rump, shaking her hips just enough so that she heard
a loud sigh escape from him. "I am going to try on a skirt,"
she said, as if thinking out loud, "I don't think these
jeans would show off my ass enough."  With her back to him
still and her jeans pushed just below her buttocks she
leaned over slightly against a closet door so that her tits
hung massive er nipples pointing wonderfully, a view that he
had seen only rarely and that only added to his burning
sexual desire for her.  She delighted in this treatment of
her resentful but craving husband.

      She agreed to have sex with him, after he pleaded.
Knowing only a coward would beg for sex from a promiscuous
wife, she insisted that he not touch her breasts until he
first had eaten her pussy.  He was confined to gazing at her
chest as his tongue licked her and in his heart he hoped
against hope that she could be just his again.  She threw
herself into a fantasy of being blindfolded while, before
they all fucked her, two at a time of the team's players
took turns eating her cunt and sitting on her face so she
could slurp away at a young stud's balls and asshole while
someone's tongue pleasured her clitoris.  Gazing past her
boobs Tim watched her tongue first rub against her lip, then
extend out of her and vibrate. The sight of her doing this
was so erotic that he found himself rubbing rapidly against
her leg with his prick. She sensed Tim's arousal and decided
to tease him some more. So just as he was about to hurry
into fucking position, she began to whisper hoarsely in
betwee ns: "Oh Tony, is that your mouth? Lick my asshole
Tony, then finger fuck me. Finger fuck my ass!"  Even
hearing these demeaning words Tim slid a finger into her
anus , which made her a little crazy. With her ass and hips
writhing wickedly he ejaculated with abandon as he rubbed
against her. "OK Eric, come here and sit on my mouth," she
cried as Tim shot his wad on her and on the sheet.

      He was now reacting against these insults and began to
move away from her, but she grabbed him fiercely and pushed
his mouth into her clit hard.  "Finger fuck my asshole,
sonny boy," she said.  Tim objected: "It's me," and broke
away and rolled over in disgust.  She got up on her knees,
ignored him, and with one arm resting on the headboard of
the bed turned to look back at her behind. Breathing hard
she shoved one of her fingers up her ass, then two.  Her
eyes glassy, she looked at Tim and said: "I need some young
dick up my ass."  "You're sick! You're a total whore!" he
said, grabbing fresh clothes and stalking into the bathroom.
The moans from her finger fucking herself followed him down
the hall.

      Later that day Tim, feeling like he had been through
twelve rounds with Mohammed Ail, clobbered with disgust and
shock at everything his wife was doing, was quite surprised
to see her return from a long session at the beauty shop
with her hair colored blonde and her eyebrows redone to the
thinness of a pen stroke.  

      The effect was stupendous.  Her natural blonde hair
was of the wild Steve Nicks variety, and her eyebrows were
thin.  As the time neared to leave for the restaurant the
team had rented out, Tim vacillated: he hated her, was
disgusted by her, pouted about her embarrassing him in front
of others, burned with a smoldering lust that was new to
him. New and frightening. The more she teased him and
taunted him, and the more she threw herself at these young
studs, some part of him responded passionately.  He hated
himself and his wife for this side of Tim. 

      Vicki had gone to a specialty site on-line and ordered
by overnight delivery a tight white top that had  "SOCCER
BABE" on it at chest level, in red letters.  The low cut top
was too small for her and it left her abdomen tantalizingly
bare - and showed off her oversized nipples, impossible to
miss, she hoped.  Her braless tits pressed enormously
against the fabric, and pushed out the bottom of the
garment, which was not cut to lay on the bare skin her below
her bustline.  She wore a snug navy blue skirt and those
entrancing laced high heels.  As they pulled out of the
driveway, Tim turned to her and said sarcastically: "Why
bother dressing at all? Why not go naked?"   "Great idea,
maybe by the end of the party I will be," she said, pulling
her skirt up to show her husband that she wore nothing
underneath.   "How do you like my shaved pussy?" she said,
studying his pained reaction. 

      He shook his head and after they had driven a few
blocks muttered, "We need gas."  They traveled a half mile
more toward the restaurant then pulled into a gas station.
As Tim filled up the tank, he watched his wife bounce out of
the car and into the station, where two young men were
standing behind the register.  His brow arched with angry
contemplation, Tim stared in disgust as Vicki walked in with
a faint smile, her hips swaying.  One guy was short and
muscular, the other tall and attractive.  They looked to be
just out of high school age.  And they looked sort of rough.
Hard, been around, he thought. Tim watched Vicki stretch her
arms over her head, running her fingers in her hair, and say
"hi", then open a cooler door where cold drinks were
displayed.  He watched her ask them some sort of question,
and let the door push into her tits as she did so.

      "We don't want to pay for anything with money," she
said, smiling sweetly, grabbing some candy and placing it
and a coke on the counter. The boys becoming men were blown
away by how stacked she was.   They just stared, and she
fluttered inside watching their eyes flick back and forth
between her eyes and her chest.  Christ do I love it when
these boys stare at me, she thought.

      The short one laughed, a cigarette dangling from his
mouth.  "So you planning on stealing the gas and this
stuff?" he said, his voice a tough voice.  He had a tattoo
of a skull on his arm, and a scar on his cheek.   Tim walked
in, becoming used to his wife saying and doing things to
make him look like an idiot.  He put a credit card down and
said absently, "twenty bucks on the gas."

      The short one reached for the card, but Vicki was
faster. She threw it at Tim, arched her back and said to
them seductively: "Why don't I show you my tits instead?"
The tall one's eyebrows arched as he pursed his lips, and he
looked at Tim for his next move.  "Vicki, don't, for God's
sake," Tim yelled.  The short one spoke with more authority:
"Hey that's cool. We get slutty chicks in here once in a
while but no married whores."  He whispered in the tall
one's ear. The tall one said hesitatingly, "that's ten bucks
in the register from each of us!" Frustrated the short one
pointed at Vicki's chest. "Dude, look at those!"  A moment
later the short one, in control of the situation, said:
"Let's go in back, Vicki.  We want to see those tits."  He
held out his tobacco stained finger and pointed at Tim. "Why
don't you watch the pumps?"  Tim yelled at her, "Vicki!
We've got to go!  Enough is enough!"  The short one was
still pointing, "Vicki's going to show us what's under that
top, an t's how we're getting paid.  Right Vicki?"  She
responded by squeezing her tits together from the sides and
licking her lips.  The tall one took her by the hand and she
half skipped behind him.  Tim followed and grabbed her arm,
but the short one grabbed his.  Tim and he glared at each
other wide-eyed.  "Two against one, dude,"  the short one
smiled.  Vicki snaked an arm around the tall one's neck and
kissed his ear, then said, "make that three."  Tim let go of
her and the two lads took her into an office.  The boys sat
down on a small, oil stained couch and she knelt on the
couch between them, rubbing her very ample chest.  "I
thought you were going to watch up front," the short one
said gruffly to Tim.  "Honey, it's what's up front that
counts," Vicki cooed.

      Vicki slowly began to take her top off.  She smiled at
Tim. "You don't want me to show them my tits, do you dear?
I know you thought these belonged to you, and this really
pisses you off," she said with mock sincerity, pulling her
top off and leaning into the short one's face. "Shit!" he
said, and the other gasped and loudly laughed with
astonishment.  She pushed her breasts toward the short one's
face.  Soon four hands and two mouths were all over her
chest, and Vicki was clearly enjoying the attention and  her
exploring hands thrilled with the familiar feeling of young
guys' crotches getting aroused.  Tim walked into the cashier
area in a rage, and there stood one of the team players,
Rob, ready to pay for gas.  "Oh hi, Mr. Gordon, what are you
doing behind the counter?" he smiled.  "Hi, Rob."  "Is there
anyone here to take my money? I got to get to the banquet.."
Rob said, then began peering wide-eyed past Tim, who was
standing by the cash register.  Tim turned around and his h
went dry when he saw that Rob had a direct line of vision
into the office where Vicki was feeding her tits to the two
gangster-looking young studs.  Vicki was rubbing their
exposed cocks, and said, loud enough for Rob to hear, "who
wants to cum on my tits?"   She looked out toward Tim and
Rob and said nothing, just gazed at them defiantly, lewdly,
her eyelids growing heavy with sexual arousal lighting fires
within her, again.

      Tim turned back to face Rob and said: "They're busy."
Rob was frozen in his stare at Tim's wife and finally said:
"Well, I'll just leave the money here on the counter.  See
you at the banquet."  As he turned to leave he said,
grinning: "Is that Mrs. Gordon?"  Tim looked at him blankly
and said with his mouth barely opening, "see you at the
party, Rob."   After Rob left Tim tried to fight the impulse
but turned, as he knew he would eventually, to watch his
wife on her knees, holding her big tits with her hands. The
boys were jacking themselves off, sometimes swatting her
flushed face with their now rock hard tools and looking at
Tim, grinning, fired up with lust they had never known.
Vicki's eyes closed and her mouth, gaping open, gratefully
received spurts of hot cum that shot at her from one dick,
then the other.  Thick strings of semen formed on her lips
and neck.  She kissed their cocks and beamed up at them as
she squeezed her tits together, then shook them.

      I could kneel in front of hard boy pricks like this
all day, she thought -- this was a damn good warm up for the
banquet.  The lads thanked her, the shorter one grabbing her
ass and smiling when she promised she would return for more
- writing down their shift schedule as Tim sat in the car,
numb with resentment and humiliation.

      Leaving the station Rob jumped in his family car and
said to his parents: "Hey, C.J.'s dad is working in there.
Did he get laid off from his job as a sales rep?"  He said
nothing about Vicki, keeping thoughts of the very curvy slut
wife to himself.  Like the rest of the boys on the team he
had heard all about how easy it was to get her to show her
tits, suck him off and even fuck him.  

      In fact, within the space of two days of her
fuck-a-thon in Tony's room, the Gordon household was
receiving phone calls from practically every boy on the
team, and some of their friends.  Jack the landscaping man
was at this moment leaving a suggestive message on the
Gordon answering machine.       

      The soccer team had been anticipating the banquet for
days.  As had happened for the past three years, they rented
out Lenardo's, a pizza restaurant.  All anyone could drink
of the beer, wine and soda drinks, and unlimited pizza and
salad, were part of the per family ticket price.  Banners
and balloons were up around the main dining room of the
restaurant.  Blow-ups of color photographs of the team in
action, and a gallery of the team's members, were posted
proudly on the walls of the restaurant.  The team was going
to sectional playoffs and was riding high with a won-loss
record of 10-2.  A sound system played rock music.  All the
parents and their families were on hand to celebrate the
achievements of the team, and enjoy the camaraderie that
came with good friendships, some of which had come out of
attending the games. 

      Coach Phillips had arranged for a large-screen
television to be set up in the restaurant so that all in
attendance could enjoy a video of highlights of the team's
season.  His wife Meg had turned over the responsibility of
some of the taping to Carl, Tony's brother, and Carl in turn
had, right up to the last minute, worked hard to edit a team
video that would delight the team. Tony had gotten some last
minute segments in and Carl had spent all last night doing
the final editing, adding music, sound, and editing out bad
shots and superfluous footage.

      Tim noticed after they had arrived that some of the
women, normally friendly, were somewhat distant,
particularly with Vicki.  She had freshened up in the car
and looked ravishing, but like a ravishing high class
hooker.  Many of the moms, including Cindy, Eric's mother,
practically gaped at the way Vicki's top showed off her
breasts, which looked huge.  Vicki, meanwhile, smiled at
everyone and welcomed kisses on the lips from every boy on
the team - and some of their dads, who were friendlier than
usual.  The "Vicki hug" was now an excuse for each boy,
particularly the older ones and their bigger brothers, to
slide their hands down to Vicki's ass and push in against
her chest.  As soon as her lovers arrived they positioned
themselves off to a corner, where Tony snuck some squeezes
of Vicki's tits and nipples while Eric's hand roamed under
her skirt and into the delicious crack of her rounded ass.
His fingers probed her asshole and he discovered it was
bigger and oiled up, perhap h Vaseline.

      The spacious upstairs to the restaurant was closed
off, but the younger kids, including some of the players,
snuck up there and roamed around there as the party got
under way. There was a pool table and restrooms located
remotely at the far end, and side rooms not in use.   "I'm
in the mood for cock," Vicki said pleadingly to Tony and
Eric. "Let's go up there."   When Kyle joined them, getting
a kiss on the lips from Vicki, Tony poked him and laughed,
"Big tits wants is in heat again."   Kyle said: "Mrs.
Whore-don always is."   Vicki saw how they acted like men of
the world but they could not leave her sight and could not
take their eyes off of her top.  She was obsessed with them
and implored them.  "C'mon, please," she said. "I haven't
felt you guys inside of me for three days."  "Why don't we
bring a couple dudes from the team, like Chris and Lars?"
Eric asked.  He wanted to watch her on her knees, sucking
off these two juniors.   "Do they like me?" Vicki asked with
sincere in t. "Yeah, they want to see your tits," Eric
smiled. "But I mean do they think I'm cute?" she persisted,
excited to know about more admirers.  He grinned, amused at
this constant hunger to turn males on that she could not
resist: "I'll go get them."  "Thanks, lover," she smiled.
As he turned to find Lars and Chris, he winked knowingly at
Tony, while Vicki looked away to greet a fellow mom.  "Can
you believe those fuckin' tits," Eric whispered. "We gotta
do her before the awards ceremony."  "Dude her ass feels so
good under that skirt, and I think she wants her asshole
fucked, man" Tony sighed.  Tim stood fifteen feet away,
sickened by the glares from the moms watching Vicki being so
familiar with her three cocksmen.

      Ed, one of the dads, spoke softly into Tim's ear.
"Quite a woman you have there, Gordon."  Tim half smiled as
he squinted hard and, in the shadow of the wall near which
his wife was standing, made out Tony's hand surreptitiously
digging into the crack between Vicki's buttocks.  "Thanks
Ed," Tim muttered, now frowning, his eyes never leaving his
wife and her boys.  "No I mean it," Ed went on, "she's
incredible. Did you buy her that sexy top?"   "She did," Tim
said, annoyed with the prospect of persistent conversation.
"Well, she must love the attention. She sure has
mine....It's like she came here this evening to monopolize
every guy's attention."  "Whatever," Tim said, trying to
squelch the chit-chat.  With the outrageous events of the
week, this kind of fresh banter about his wife real got
Tim's blood boiling.

      Then Sid, Kyle's father, and a flirt with other guys'
wives, joined them.  "Hey Tim, Ed!"  He yelled, and handed
them beers. Like most males there, Sid kept glancing at
Vicki. Apparently he didn't recognize her with her makeover,
and said to the other two dads, in a discreet voice, "hey,
who's the chick with the huge tits?  My pants are
tightening!  Wow!"  Ed laughed at the coarseness of his
comment, and as if to deter Sid from recognizing her, and at
Tim's expense, said: "Isn't she unbelievable?  Quite an ass,
too. Wait til she moves to face the other way."  Tim, now
royally offended, started to interrupt: "For your
information, that's ----".  But Ed was quicker: "Hey Sid,
how would you like to hire THAT ass for your office?"  Just
then Vicki turned, while in animated conversation with Tony,
Kyle and Eric, and began to move to the music.  She leaned
forward and thrust her butt out, shaking it slowly.  Tim
started again, "Sid, that's ----", but Sid put his arm
around them both. " if I ask her politely she'll let me fuck
that big round ass of hers for dinner!"  Ed laughed loudly:
"But first a kiss? Oral persuasion for anal invasion?"   Sid
pulled the two men closer. "'Oral persuasion for ----' -- I
love it!  Christ that babe is hot.  I wonder who she is.
Someone's sister?"

      Tim cleared his throat. "That's Vicki."   Sid,
pop-eyed, looked at him and then Ed, "Whoops!" Sid laughed,
then shook Tim's hand. "Tim, my compliments. I didn't know
she'd dyed her hair. No offense. But she sure is dressed to
kill.  So I'm going to the john now, 'cause I have to and
'cause I have to jack off.  Take it as perverted praise for
your stunning bride."  Tim shook his head as he watched Sid
mount the stairs to use the john on the upper floor, then
noticed him coming back down in moment later. "How could the
entire men's room upstairs be 'out of order'?" he said to
them, walking to the back of the first floor.

      The coach's wife put on the team video, and most of
the crowd gathered around the jumbo screen to watch
highlights of the season. For about fifteen minutes the
sights and sounds of a great season aroused the viewers to
applause and laughter.  Then the scene shifted to a
practice, with the young male voice-over saying: "These
young athletes don't win games without practice, so let's go
to one!"  The camera panned out to the field, then a long
shot of the team drilling in the distance.  Then the camera
returned to the bleachers set up to the left, and the camera
moved slowly toward a woman seated on the third level of the
bleachers.

      "And who might this be?" the voice over said.
"Vicki!" Coach Phillips, very much excited to be at the
banquet, applauded when he recognized her on the screen. She
was wearing a form fitting blue sweater and a denim skirt
with a slit.  There  were cheers, particularly from the
masculine segment of the group.  "Hi!" she said to the
camera man.  She was sitting with her arms stretching onto
the bleacher behind her.  As the camera came closer she made
a point of pushing her chest out.  At first the video showed
her talking in normal conversation about how much she loved
to support the team, even with her son abroad for the whole
season.  "Well," the voiceover said, "all of the guys on the
team REALLY appreciate Mrs. Gordon," and the camera moved to
a close up of her sweater, the screen suddenly filled with a
profile of her E cup breasts.  "Are you taping?" she
laughed, "what are you doing?"  The cameraman's voice said,
"I'm taping just for me, so no one else will ever see this."
Th era stayed on her boobs and people watching the video
became quiet, looking at each other, buzzing with
astonishment.   The camera lingered on her chest and her
hands appeared, squeezing her tits together.  "Are you
sure?" Vicki's voice said softly.  "Totally, now pull up
your skirt while I go under the bleachers and show what else
the team loves about you."  The video switched to the
vantage point of under her place in the bleachers.  As it
adjusted to the light and worked its way into the space the
camera showed her lucious bare ass hanging enticingly over
the metal she was sitting on.  "Are you sure no one will see
this?" Vicki's voice asked again. "No one."  Vicki said:
"Well in that case let me join you under the bleachers." The
camera caught her cheeks rock a little on the metal, then
rise out of the cavity under the bleacher she was now
getting up from.

      The scene shifted to Vicki now standing at the side of
the bleachers, her hands stretched over her head so that she
almost hung from the frame.  She was looking in, and her
sexy eyes showed that she was warming up to some
exhibitionism. She placed one leg high up on a part of the
side frame, baring some wonderfully shapely skin.  She
rubbed her leg against the metal, staring seductively into
the camera.  "Lift your sweater up," the camera voice said,
and slowly she pulled it up to her shoulders, her breasts
tumbling out of it, braless.  There was an awkward moment of
the camera being set down on a flat surface so that it
maintained a focus on her breasts.  She spoke as she played
with them.  "Well, well, Mr. Cameraman, you seem to be - uh
- rising to the occasion.  Damn, you rise quick...." 
	
      People at the banquet, particularly women, were
scandalized and were now openly objecting to this video and
demanding that it be turned off.   Some were looking around
for her, but she was in her Explorer, sucking Tony's cock
while Eric stood sentry.  Then Eric and Tony switched.  

      Back in the restaurant Tim tried to explain that he
knew nothing about the video. No one would admit making it.
Tim shrugged his shoulders, thankful that this incident
occurred so that she would be shamed.  Sid came up to him
and gave him a comradely poke, his eyes wide.  He just
stared into Tim's eyes for the longest time then yelled:
"Wow! This is one hell of a banquet!"  Ed chimed in: "Where
was I when they had practice!  Shit!"  Other parents just
stared at the video, which was turned off, and kept staring
at the screen after the picture went black.  

      At a long table trophies sparkled under track lighting
shining down from the ceiling. By the time the pizza had
come out and the beer and wine were flowing Coach Phillips
had spoken into a microphone to get everyone's attention.
He was determined to return the party to some sense of
wholesome fun.  The parents and families gathered around in
a semi-circle.  Back inside, Vicki was surrounded by team
members, who stood close to her, hiding much of her body,
their lustful  hands secretly playing with her tits under
her top - every chance they got - and her ass and pussy.  

      The coach spoke about the fine performance of the team
and called each player over to the trophy to accept his
prize and a handshake of congratulations.  Tony was first
and after the applause he came back to his place next to
Vicki and said, "come on up to the men's john. We've got a
surprise for you, big tits."   She immediately began walking
upstairs, Tim, and just about everyone else, watching her
every move.  He was waiting for the right time to show her
up in front of all of these people - as a second wave to
follow the video.  She'll pay, he chuckled to himself.

      Kyle and Tony led her to the men's room marked OUT OF
ORDER.  Tony was in charge of the situation: "Kyle, show her
her job as soccer mom slut."  Kyle pulled her into one of
the stalls.  As Kyle closed the door Tony said, "notice the
hole in the wall, big tits?"  Kyle said: "On your knees in
front of that hole, and pull up your skirt."  She obediently
knelt down in front of a hole bored in the thin, wooden
divider wall.  "You guys have a surprise for me?" she said,
laughing. Kyle's was hard and slipped his soccer shorts
down, rubbing his dick against the side of her face.  She
was looking through the wall hole "peek a boo!" she
snickered.

      "You dressed to make our cocks hard, soccer whore,"
Tony said, "and we know you just can't get enough boy dick."
Kyle got behind her in the stall, and she immediately pulled
her skirt up. He slowly, teasingly, rubbed his dick against
her wet pussy. "So do I turn you on? Are you guys gonna fuck
me?" she said excitedly, sighing with the familiar,
wonderful sensation of a hard young tool exploring her cunt.
God she needed it.  The blowjobs earlier in the evening just
warmed her up, made her completely moist.

      "Maybe we'll fuck you. But back on Monday you were
hanging up on me on the phone, and told me to go to hell in
so many words," Tony said.  "I was confused," she said, a
trace of impatience in her voice, "Now I know I have to have
it constantly."   Answering a knock Tony opened the john
door and a team member, Walt, showed up. He was sixteen and
nervous, and handed Tony a ten dollar bill.  "You ready?"
Tony asked him.  Walt nodded, watching Kyle rubbing his
stiff prick against Vicki.  Tony turned to her. "Show him
your big tits," he ordered.  She looked wide-eyed at Walt
and pulled her top off slowly, then rubbed her boobs with
one hand.  "Hi," she said softly, watching Walt's fascinated
reaction.  This made her libido race.  She turned to look
back at Kyle. "Please fuck me.  You're driving me crazy.
What's the problem?"  Kyle laughed and winked at Tony.
"She's horny again."   Tony pulled Walt toward the soccer
slut, beginning to rock anxiously on her knees.  Tony guided
Walt's ling hand to her breasts, and snickered:  "Go ahead,
play with 'em.  Pretty fuckin' enormous, right dude?"  Then
Tony said to Kyle, "maybe you shouldn't fuck her yet."
Vicki was getting antsy. "C'mon, do it. I need it. Please."

      Kyle's rock hard penis, shiny from rubbing in the
big-titted housewife's twat juices, slowly entered her
hungry body.  Walt stood, amazed, at the sound of the animal
moan escaping from Vicki's throat. "Oh, Christ. Oh yeah,
fuck my pussy," she whispered, her eyes closing.  In the
moment that she forgot Walt's bulging crotch at her side
Tony walked Walt to the next stall. "Stick your cock and
your balls in the hole," Tony instructed him. Walt pulled
his pants down, a shudder running through his gut as he
slowly grabbed his stiff prick and fed it through the joy
hole.  At the other side Vicki opened her eyes to behold an
aroused, purple, dripping dick with boyish nuts being
stuffed through the hole.  Instantly she guided the cockhead
to her face and kissed it several times, her fingers
tightening around the rigid stem. Within a few minutes of
her enthusiastic cocksucking Walt released a hot load inside
her mouth.  Tony meanwhile had collected another ten spot
from Rob, who shoved Wa ide before he had his pants back on.
Tony said to Rob as the latter boy fished his growing
boydick out of his soccer shorts: "If you want to fuck her
that's another ten.  But she swallows cock so well you'll
probably just fuck her mouth. "   Then Tony raised his
voice, to be heard over the sounds of carnal pleasure
getting louder in the next stall:  "Right, cocksucker?"
When Vicki didn't answer he repeated himself. She finally
said, as she gleefully grabbed the second dick to come
through the hole, "Mrs. Cocksucker, to you, sonny boy."
Kyle came in her with a series of grunts. Tony called out to
Rob, "you want to fuck her too?"  Rob pulled his dick
abruptly out of the glory hole and grabbed a ten from his
jersey pocket.  "Definitely."  Within seconds he was
positioning himself behind her writhing ass and another boy,
cash in hand, had bought access to the glory hole.

      Rob pulled on her hair accidentally and said: "Oh,
sorry," and Vicki, jacking the mystery cock protruding into
her face, said: "I'm sorry you're sorry. I'm a tough chick.
You can pull on my hair if you like it - and if it'll get
you off."  Rob gasped as he gloried in fucking her hungry
twat, and her filthy mouth made him fuck her as hard as he
could.  She squealed as his cock fucked away and the cock in
her face shot a heavy load of semen.  Rob grabbed her hair
and pulled her head toward him as she kept stroking the now
half-stiff penis.

      Tony told Rob to go to the other john. "Switch!" Tony
laughed.  "Vicki, stick your ass in the hole and spread
those fuckin' cheeks," he said.  Rob looked confused,
standing up with his cock bouncing once in her face.
Immediately she fondled it, then turned and pushed her ass
as hard as she could into the wall-hole. 

      Meanwhile Tim had noticed that Vicki had not come
downstairs from the women's john in over thirty minutes and
that there was a pattern of a team member, after receiving a
trophy, of entering the "out of order" men's john, then
coming out about five to ten minutes later. He decided to
investigate, and Sid and Ed, each getting looser in their
suggestive comments the more beers they inhaled, followed
him upstairs.  Noticing Sid's and Ed's sons standing
impatiently in line outside the upstairs john, the light
bulb went on for Tim:  he was going to shame her by
confronting these soccer dads with the depravity their sons
were set to pay for.  

      When Sid and Ed snuck up on their sons, the latter two
practically jumped out of their skins.  "What's goin' on?"
Sid asked, his face a little flushed from too many beers.
"Nothing," his son said.  Tim smiled, pointing with one
finger at the "out of order" restroom. "Something," he said.
Ed's son, with surprising candor, said: "For ten bucks each
team member gets a blow job."  Ed grabbed him around the
neck, and glanced in the direction of the restroom. "You
mean some faggot is in there? I won't have my son having sex
with some queer!"  "Dad! Chill out! It's a girl in there!"
Ed released his son. "A girl?"  His son grinned. "It's ----
her."  "Who?" his father frowned. "Soccer Slut Mom."  "Huh?"
Sid asked. "Also known as 'Big Tits'," Sid's son chimed in.
The two dads looked at each other, stunned.  Ed lowered his
voice so that Tim could barely hear. "You mean C.J.'s mom?
Mr. Gordon's wife?" He spoke with a tone of sensitivity to
Tim's presence.  Ed's son glanced over at Tim th dded. Ed
said, "Son, I want you to tell me like it is. Exactly what
is she doing in there? Don't worry about using vulgar
language with me." Ed's son hesitated, then shrugged his
shoulders and whispered in Ed's ear, staring at Tim as he
spoke: "She's giving each team member a blow job for ten
bucks. For ten more you can have sex with her.  It's way
cool."

      The two soccer dads spoke confidentially for a second
and slowly turned to face Tim. Ed had a grave sound to his
question: "Tim, wow. I don't know what to say. What's up,
amigo?" Ed stared trancelike. Tim saw this scenario as the
undoing of his wife, and said smugly: "I realize this is
disgusting.  She needs professional intervention, and she's
totally humiliated herself - and me. I didn't want to tell
you guys because you're responsible parents. I just wanted
you to see how far gone she is. If you have the stomach for
it take a look."  Ed spoke slowly, putting his hand on Tim's
shoulder. "I don't believe it. Your wife is in there having
sex with the whole soccer team, taking money from, like,
their allowances?"   Tim said: "It's worse than that. On the
way over she showed her bare breasts to two young guys at a
gas station, to pay for the gas. They masturbated over her
while she was on her knees. Two days ago she had sex with
the landscapers in barter for lawn care, and gave the any
owner oral sex, then had intercourse with him. And that was
within an hour of having sex with some of the players on the
team and two other boys who were strangers to her."  He
commended himself for not using vulgar sex language and
looked down at the floor, and injected as much gravity into
his voice as he could. "She's a very, very disturbed woman,
and apparently very insecure about her identity as a mother
and a female. I want her to see somebody and learn to
respect her body and to be OK with herself again."

      There was a moment of silence, punctuated by the
impatient remarks and pushing and shoving by the boys
waiting in line, music playing from downstairs, and younger
children at the other end playing arcade games.

      Sid stepped next to Ed. He looked at Ed, then at Tim.
"Well Tim," he said, coughing, "I think I speak for Ed too.
Downstairs he and I were being quite smartalecky about your
wife."  Tim said, "I know. No offense taken.  I wanted you
to know the background, and what I'm going through."  Sid
went on: "Believe me, Ed and I, and just about everybody
here who wears pants, thinks Vicki walks on water.  Her
devotion to the team has made a big difference this season.
I think, frankly, we're all in love with her....."  Tim
said: "Thank you, I appreciate that."  "But Tim, if I had a
wife as beautiful and as sexy as yours, I'd be more in
charge than you have been."  Tim felt on the defensive. "I
have tried, Sid, but she's...."  Sid's tone seemed to
change. "Did you say before that she showed those incredible
tits of hers to two young guys at a gas station?"  Ed said:
"Yeah, and she fucked the landscapers?"  Tim said: "Well,
watch the language. This is a serious matter."  "Are you
sure abo l this stuff?" Ed was getting excited. "Positive,"
Tim said. "How do you know she really did all these things?"
Sid almost demanded.  "I was there. I watched," Tim said.

      "You watched?" Ed frowned. He looked at Sid.    "You
watched?" Ed frowned. He looked at Sid. They smiled at each
other faintly, exchanging knowing stares.  Ed grabbed his
son. "Go downstairs and tell your mom and sister to head off
without us. I have to teach you a lesson and Sid has to
teach his son a lesson. Right Sid?"  Sid shook his head,
"right." Sid gave his son instructions to give to Sid's wife
- to go home with Ed's wife and daughter.  Tim listened with
delight. These responsible dads were going to point out to
their sons the sickness that was inside the bathroom. If
Vicki saw young guys - and their dads - reject her, she'd be
devastated. This was going to be fantastic!  At last justice
would be served and his wife would get the dose of shame she
sorely needed to restore her, and him, to virtue.  

      Tim felt a twinge of embarrassment as he opened up
with these friends.  "She's so messed up in the head she
insisted on degrading herself in front of me," Tim said,
almost defensively.  "Well," Sid said, after he and Ed
looked at Tim in silence, "I think my boy needs to learn
about the kind of woman Vicki is." Ed agreed. "We're going
in there to teach our sons about how a wife and mother can
lose her moral compass. What she's doing is sexually
irresponsible."  Sid said: "Absolutely.  She obviously is a
nymphomaniac and doesn't care who preys on her insatiable
appetite." Tim was delighted. He couldn't wait to see her
face when these two supportive neighbors shunned her.  

      Tim followed the two men and their sons as they barged
into the restroom. Tony was taken by complete surprise and
laughed nervously. "Hello, can I help you?" He tried to
block the five males marching in to the john on a mission.
Vicki's face was pressed against the wall, enjoying another
anonymous boner thrilling in the penetration of her throat.
Another boy was behind her, fucking her tentatively. A third
boy was waiting his turn in the other stall, jacking his
cock. Each of the boys froze when the men walked in.

      "So," wide-eyed Ed said loudly, "this is what your
husband was telling us about." Vicki looked up at Ed and Sid
casually.  Sid gawked hypnotically and finally said: "This
is incredible."  No one made a sound now.  All eyes were on
Vicki.  It was suddenly a tense scene in Lenardo's upstairs
mens room. 

      Ed turned to his son. "There is only one word that
describes a woman like this - slut."  Sid turned to his son:
"Only a slut would have sex like this in front of her
husband."  Ed said authoritatively: "If you could stop what
you're doing, Mrs. Gordon," and Tim's heart leapt at the
prospect of what was coming. Ed went on. "I wonder if you
could stand up and look your husband and us in the eye."
Vicki rose from the floor, wearing an expression of being
inconvenienced more than being ashamed.  Ed said: "Why don't
you wipe that semen off your chest and your face."  She took
some toilet paper and wiped herself off. Tim noticed that Ed
and Sid were less indignant than they had sounded outside,
and in fact seemed to be staring less at her face and more
at her breasts and crotch.

      "Now tell Tim that you're always horny for hard dick."
Tim wondered where Ed was going with this.  Wasn't he going
to tell her what an unattractive degenerate she had become?
"Darling," she said, posing now in front of them all, her
hands in her hair, "I am ALWAYS horny for hard dick."  "I'm
a busty boy-fucker...." Ed continued.  Tim frowned as she
immediately repeated what Ed said, a faint smile coming to
her sore lips.  "Disgusted with your weasel-like efforts to
act like a real man...."  "Hey, wait a minute," Tim yelled,
at the same time she eagerly repeated what Ed said.  "You
were supposed to teach your boys a lesson!" Tim spat out.
Ed laughed, now unzipping his shorts. "Tim, the lesson is
this: our boys are going to learn how to fuck a slut - all
ways."  He turned to his son and the other team members,
Ed's impressive manhood now sticking out of his shorts
menacingly. "You guys want to learn about slut-fucking?"
They all cheered.  His hard dick also out, Sid said to Vic
is eyes glued to her chest: "Jesus do you have big tits.
Suck my cock and then show these guys how you wrap those
knockers around a hard prick."

      Tim's insides crumbled as his wife snaked her arm
around Sid's neck and pulled his face into her tits.  "First
you need to suck me off," she cooed, smiling over her
shoulder at Tim. Sid sucked and bit her boobs and then
pushed her down to her knees.  She sat back on her feet, her
hands behind her, and Sid shoved his cock into her face.
She kissed the head and licked the length of his cock. "You
want me to get it nice and spit shined?", she said cutely.
"Prep my dick for some tit fucking, soccer slutmom," he
said.  "Notice how the soccer whore is getting my dick all
wet before she wraps those fuckin' boobs around it," he said
to the boys, as he leaned against the frame of the stall
door.  Then she buried his cock in her E cup cleavage, and
began to stroke him, up and down.  "You like rubbing your
tits against my prick in front of all these young men, don't
you soccer whore?"  "I could tit fuck everyone here," she
smiled, looking at Tim.  "Does that include your macho
husband?" E ckled, wacking away at his dick. "He thinks he's
above all this," she said, "so I don't want to bother him,
or his junior sized cock."  Ed laughed: "Those monster boobs
need monster cock.  How about your ass?"

      He knelt behind her and began rubbing his hand under
her ass.  As she slid vigorously up and down on Sid's prick
she felt Ed's finger enter her asshole.  Ed called his son
over, "Come over here and learn something." The two of them
were fingering her butt when Sid asked his son to change
places with him. "Fuck those tits," he said hoarsely,
jacking his cock and watching Vicki wrap her boobs around
the young man's rod.  Ed turned to Tim. "You know Tim, we're
glad you brought this to our attention. Your wife's acting
very inappropriately. The biggest tits and the most fuckable
bubble butt, and she tries to confine her slutty cunt to
young guys." He kept jacking his hard cock as he spoke, and
he leaned down to slap her hard on the ass while she was now
taking a total of four fingers in her anus.  "But I love boy
cock," Vicki pleaded theatrically, "don't I Tim?  Tim, you
won't let them take my boy cock away?"  Tim just leaned
dejectedly against the wall of the bathroom. Tony, standin t
to him, said consolingly: "Hey Mr. G, she's getting a
percentage of the money Eric and I made on this. You're her
husband --- she has to share.  So cheer up!"  He giggled and
others laughed with him, including Vicki.  "Yeah, honey,"
she laughed, "we can have a nice candlelight dinner with all
that dick money. Or we can save it and I can show my tits to
the chef and the waiter. That'll get us a drink and a
salad."  More laughter. Ed's son cried out and shot his wad
between Vicki's boobs, to the cheers of his teammates.

      Sid grinned wickedly and said: "The backdoor is now
available for incoming."  "Eric," Ed instructed, "get a
chair from outside and slide it in here."  Eric did as he
was told. While he was out Ed and Sid stepped in front of
Vicki shoved both their cocks in her face; she tried
valiantly to suck them simultaneously. Ed stared down at her
eyes looking contentedly back at the two men and said: "We
need to have a workshop on how to fuck a slutty ass like
this whore's big hot butt."  She pooped the dicks out of her
mouth and said excitedly, "Oh yeah I'm ready for some ass
fucking."   Ed said, "well gang we're not waiting for the
chair to get started. Go kneel over the toilet, Mrs.
Gordon."  Then he turned to Tim, and chuckled:  "You don't
mind if I show these youngsters how to fuck your wife's
slutty ass, do you?" Tony corrected Ed, "That's Whore-don.
She loves to be called dirty names."  Ed bent his knees
behind Vicki and began rubbing his hard manhood against her
ass.  "Is that right . Whore-don?"  "Fuck this tramp's ass,"
one of the boys said, "show us how so we can fuck her too."

      They crowded around and heard Ed slowly worked his
cock into her body.  "Oh god!" she yelled. "You have to take
it slow with these assfucking whores," Ed moaned, steadying
himself by grabbing her slim waist.  He began to pant
quickly, and as his strokes went deeper they picked up
speed.  Those fortunate enough to squeeze into the stall
were mesmerized by the sight of this soccer dad with a big
fat dick screwing the team's soccer mom in the rectum. Ed
noticed her engagement ring and wedding band on her left
hand as she braced herself on the toilet.  "Nice rings, Mrs.
Whore-don.  How's your married life?"  "Great," she giggled.
"Enjoying carnal pleasures courtesy of your loving husband?"
Ed asked, glancing in the direction of Tim, who was craning
to get a view of the anal delight his bride was
experiencing.  "Well, I'm definitely enjoying myself. I
found that I could show off my tits to anyone and he didn't
stop me. So I guess I can thank him for being a sexual slug
and letting al se sweet young studs play with my tits."  Ed
began to moan and gasped: "Hold that thought, honey," and
shot his hot load up her ass.  After a moment inside her he
grabbed his son.  "You're up."  His son was sporting a stiff
one and tentatively began to poke it around her anus.  Sid
yelled, "Time for another lower invasion!"  Just when Ed's
son was about to enter her Sid said: "Hey stud, sit on the
toilet and turn this slut around so you can fuck her ass
while she's on top of you, and we can watch her knockers."
The boy complied and Vicki, loving the many hands groping
her all over while she stood in front of him, then turned
and positioned herself so that his dick was ramming into her
asshole.

      "Look at those fuckin' nipples!" Ed yelled. Hands
pulled on them and squeezed her tits. When told to do so
Vicki shook her tits to make them go in all directions, then
sucked on a nipple to hold it in her mouth without holding
it with her hand. The guys laughed and cheered when she did
this with each tit and then let it drop back on her chest.
Ed's son was in paradise, his cock electrified with the
sensation of Vicki's only slightly stretched asshole fucking
him. Soon he  came inside of her and another boy took his
place. Eric finally came back with a chair and the
proceedings shifted to the space in the bathroom in front of
the stall. Vicki knelt on the chair and blew whatever hard
cock was in her face.  And over the next hour each boy
fucked Vicki's big lucious ass.

      At the end of the hour a knock on the door caught
everyone's attention. Eric, who had paid off the restaurant
owner to leave them alone, peered through the slight opening
he made and spotted Reggie with two other tall, bulked out
young men.  "Hey!" Eric shouted to the group, "look who's
here!"  Tony and Kyle exchanged warm salutations with
Reggie. "Guys," Tony said, "meet Reggie, my partner in
crime."  Reggie said, "hello. And these are guys I brought
along," and he looked over at a smiling Vicki, now standing
and resting a knee on the chair, strings of sperm hanging
from her face and her buttocks.  "Hello stranger," she said
seductively. "Did you come up with what I paid you to do?"
He walked over to her and unzipped his pants, taking out his
extra large dick. "You remember this black kielbasa?" he
smiled.  She immediately grabbed it and rubbed it against
her face. "How could I forget?" she said. "Well I brought
two even bigger sausages."  "God, and you're such a big
fucker," sh d, kissing his cock as it began to harden. "May
I see the delivery?"  She looked expectantly at the two very
Black, football player types that said nothing and just
looked at her like she was a steak dinner.   "Not until I
see the money and you pay me the first of ten fucks," Reggie
grinned.  Vicki turned to look at Tim. "Could you write a
check for $100 to Reggie?"  Tim just stared at her, then
said quietly, "Excuse me?"  She repeated her question,
eagerly stroking the monster prick now extending itself to
its fullest size.  "Write your own check," Tim said.  The
crowd said: "Oooooh." Someone said, "Tough guy!"  Vicki got
off the chair and walked over to Tim, who looked at her with
his head half directed to the floor. "Write the fucking
check, and while you're at it lick the cum off me. Clean me
up."  She kissed him and rubbed semen over his face. He
wiped it off in disgust. She called to Reggie, "Hey Mr. Big,
bring that chair over, would you?"  Reggie did so.

      "Now, Tim, you're not cooperating," Vicki said.  She
set the chair down so that it was facing the wall and was
about two feet from it.  She pushed him into the chair and
she leaned against the wall and pushed her ass into his
face. The room fell silent.  "Clean me up, honey. The big
boys are here."  She pushed her ass more aggressively into
his face, rubbing the cum from the many buttfucks into his
hair and his eyes.  One of Reggie's friends stood behind the
chair and guided Tim's head deeper into his wife's
well-screwed behind.  She reached a hand under herself and
into Tim's crotch.  She made a sing-songy announcement to
the group: "Tim's got a hard on!"  "All right!" Tony said.
Completely intimidated by the situation Tim licked her
asshole clean, and she turned and rubbed her breasts into
his face. She scooped a large gob of cum from her ear and
rubbed it into his face.  "Need the chair back, and get out
the fucking check book" she smiled.  He reached into his
pocket and star o get up off the chair.

      "No," Reggie said. "We'll be on the floor, and I came
prepared".  He opened an Eddie Bauer bag and pulled out a
pillow and an air mattress which he told Vicki to blow up.
"Look at that bitch work that slut mouth," someone said. Tim
sat in a trance on the chair and saw Reggie, his pants down
to his knees and his cock aiming for the ceiling, lie on the
mattress.  Vicki immediately sat on his cock and began
fucking him. "Jesus are you huge!" she giggled.  "OK,"
Reggie said to his compadres, "it's show time." He looked up
at Vicki, "Hope you appreciate the effort that went into
this talent hunt."  He saw her stare in amazement at the
even large dicks these young studs pulled out.  Soon she was
sucking them, loud slurping noises filling the chamber,
which was quiet again as the others gawked in amazement at
the dimensions of these penises.  Her hands skillfully kept
the one jacked to a rock hard state while her throat worked
tirelessly to feel the bigness of the other.         
 
      "You want these, soccer slut?" Reggie asked her.
Instead of asking her husband, she turned to Tony, Kyle and
Eric. "Do you guys mind? I know I started with you but this
is the biggest dickmeat I have ever seen.  Is it OK with
you?" She seemed to be genuinely concerned that they give
some sort of permission. "Will you suck us off after the
playoff game next Wednesday?"  Feeling relieved she said:
"You got it. After and before!"   She turned to Reggie, who
was sucking on her tits as his cock pushed up into her
deeply. "Yeah, I want these dicks. Now." Then her eyes
returned to the primo pricks getting stiff in front of her.
"Maybe we got other things to do," one of their owners said
gruffly. "I paid for this cock," she smiled, "fuck me."  "I
hear you're a totally insatiable whore for youngsters," he
grinned,  pointing his cock at her teasingly and bouncing
its giant dimensions in his hand, "you're like a fucking
druggie."  "And you're my heroin. Please give my that huge
tool of you "Should I?" he called out to everyone. "No!"
some guys said. "Make her beg!"  Reggie fucked away,
enjoying himself, and smiled up at her as she looked down,
frustrated despite the wonderful fucking his sizable dick
was giving her nympho twat.  "Come on!" she cried, no longer
patient. "You want this?" he said. "I really do." He walked
behind her and Reggie and positioned himself at the entrance
to her ass. "Here I come, soccer whore."  Everyone cheered
as he began to fuck her still hungry asshole. The other boy
shoved his cock into her mouth, harshly, making her choke.
In just a few minutes the ass fucker came, to the applause
of the boys and the two soccer dads, and the second of the
big-dicked friends of Reggie took over. Vicki whimpered in
ecstasy.

      This went on for another half hour, Reggie and his
companions doing what they wanted with her.

      Ed walked over to Tim as the Vickifest winded down and
said: "Something tells me the team will be having a real
special celebration after each of the playoff games coming
up. If you want some help making the arrangements for the
soccer mom fuck-off, with special guests," he turned and
pointed to the carnal foursome on the floor, "just let me
know." Sid joined them. "Tim," he said with mock
seriousness, as he rubbed his cock, sticking out of his
shorts, "you have a right to be proud of your wife. She is
showing these boys how to work together as a team. I hope
you don't mind if I thank again in my own - uh -stiff way."
Ed laughed and gave Tim a comradely slap on the shoulder.
"Me too!" Ed said, his prick in his hand.


FINIS    
