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.