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.