If Biff Benson had been at all observant or interested in his wife, he might have noticed something strange when he went home that evening. Vicky blushed deeply when he walked in the door, and she kept stammering all evening and avoiding his eyes. He paid no attention. He was trying to think of a way to seduce the other three cheerleaders, who were not "easy like Bunny.
Biff was very relieved when Vicky did not try to get him to make love to her that night. He knew it had been a long time since they'd balled and that she might be getting horny, but he just couldn't get it up for her after a strenuous afternoon of balling Bunny. Besides he knew every inch of Vicky's body, and though it was still beautiful, it bored him. It was out of the question for her to take a lover, of course. Coach Benson was a firm believer in the double standard.
So was Vicky, and that was why her conscience was bothering her, why she'd blushed and stammered all evening and been unable to meet Bill's eyes. Her seduction by Tod had left her with a very heavy load of guilt.
Yet she had loved every second of his love-making, she had to admit that. It was the kind of fucking she'd been craving for years, better than anything Biff had ever given her. If only her own husband could ball her like that, she'd never dream of being unfaithful.
The next day she went to watch football practice as usual, hoping her loyalty would attract Biff's attention. But as usual he greeted her in a preoccupied way and excused himself, saying he had a meeting and would be home late.
"Damn him!" Vicky muttered as she stalked off the field.
What did he expect her to do, bottle up all her sexual feelings for the rest of her life? She was only thirty-eight, and she had a lot of living to do yet.
"Mrs. Benson! Vicky!"
She blushed hotly when she heard Tod Mien's voice. What should she do? Out of anger for Biff, she was very tempted to take the kid on again, but her conscience told her it wasn't right. She was a married woman, and she believed in fidelity.
"Hello, Tod," she said nervously.
He grinned knowingly at her. "Don't worry," he said, "I don't want us to look conspicuous. We shouldn't be seen together too much. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be over in half an hour. I won't park in front of your house."
Before Vicky could reply, he loped off toward the parking lot. She stood there, open-mouthed with astonishment. Of all the nerve… Well, if he thought he could take her for granted, he had a surprise coming.
Vicky had hardly gotten home and taken off her coat before Tod arrived. He jabbed impatiently at the doorbell, and when she opened the door he grinned expectantly.
"Tod," she said firmly, "I want to tell you that there'll be no repetition of yesterday. It was a mistake, a very bad thing to do, and I don't want to see you again."
His face fell. "But, Vicky, I thought you really dug it."
She blushed deeply. "I don't want to discuss it, Tod. Please go away."
She started to close the door, but he began pushing against it. She couldn't hold her ground. She stumbled back into the living room, and Tod came crashing in. He locked the front door behind him. His face was flushed, and he looked menacing.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Vicky gasped.
"I'm gonna change your mind," he said.
"You get out of my house!" Vicky shouted.
"This is outrageous!"
He laughed. "Oh, yeah, it's outrageous, all right. Yesterday you let me ball you, and you loved it-don't tell me different, I remember. Today you're an iceberg. Well, I don't buy it, baby. I don't think you've changed that much in one day-and I intend to prove it."
He started toward her. Vicky screamed and ran down the hall, intending to lock herself in her bedroom. But Tod grabbed her before she could close the door. He seized her around the waist and began dragging her toward the king-size bed-the bed she'd shared with Biff for so long.
Vicky hit him with her fists and tried to break away from him. "Let me go!" she screamed. "This is rape. You can get in big trouble for this, Tod."
"Sure, sure," he said, "and you could get in trouble, too, lady, if Coach found out about yesterday. You better think twice before you tell on me."
Vicky wondered if she could dare call his bluff. Would anyone believe him if he said he'd made love to the Coach's wife? She went on struggling, but she didn't mention rape again.
"You might as well relax," Tod panted. "You can't outfight me."
He threw her onto the bed, knocking the breath out of her, and while Vicky lay stunned, he began to take off her clothes.
"Don't tear my clothes," she gasped.
"Then take them off yourself," said Tod. "It's up to you-take them off, or I'll tear them off."
Bursting into frustrated tears, Vicky straightened up and began to undress. She kicked off her shoes, then started unbuttoning her blouse, but all the dine her mind was working rapidly. There still had to be a way to stop him, not to fuck him again. But did she want to stop him? She thought of their love-making yesterday, and her loins melted with sudden lust. She needed his fucking-anyone's-so badly.
Tod stood over her, hands on hips, his handsome young face flushed with wicked excitement as he watched her take off her clothes. Jesus, she had great knockers, big pointed tits more exciting than anything in his horny fantasies. As she slipped off her blouse, he saw her huge creamy boobs straining in the confinement of her bra, the cleavage plump and deep.
"Hurry up, baby," he said huskily, "let me see them tits again."
Vicky blushed hotly as she unhooked her bra and drew it off. She felt ashamed as Tod gawked hungrily at her naked breasts.
"Nice," he said, "real nice. I bet Coach loves to play with them titties, huh?"
She didn't think she could blush any deeper, but she did. The boy was being purposely rude and obscene.
"Yeah, Coach is a real lucky guy," Tod taunted as he watched her, take off her skirt. "How often does he bang you, baby? Every night?"
Vicky moaned. Tod's words were meant to humiliate her, but all they did was sadden her. Sure, the boys on the team probably believed that Biff was a real stud. Little did they know. He hadn't made love to his own wife in over a month. She wept softly as she tossed aside her skirt and began easing down her panties.
Tod's breathing was very loud. His eyes focused hotly on her lower belly as she inched her panties downward, and he bent closer as the first fine auburn pubic curls sprang into view. She had a nice snatch, small and dainty but thick. The hair was coppery and shining.
"I bet ol' Coach likes a whiff of that," Tod said nastily.
Again Vicky sobbed in her secret knowledge. No one had ever gone down on her but Tod, and that was only yesterday. "Will you please stop mentioning my husband?" she said miserably. "Just do whatever you're going to do, and leave him out of this."
"Okay," said Tod, "but I was just kinda curious. I was wondering how come you were so horny yesterday. I thought Coach musta been takin' good care of you, so why would YOU want me?"
"Oh, stop!" Vicky wept.
The boy was coming too close to the truth. Yesterday she'd completely lost control of herself, wildly fucked this eighteen-year-old kid, because the famous Coach Benson had failed his wife in bed. Vicky tossed her panties aside almost defiantly and confronted the leering boy.
"Lie back on the bed," he said breathlessly.
"Spread your legs."
Weeping softly, Vicky complied. She was still trying to think of a way to escape him, but her determination was dying. Tod's mocking words had reminded her bitterly of how Biff had failed to do his duty as a husband.
She lay on her back in the center of the big bed and slowly, blushing deeply, she spread her legs for Tod Mien.
"Get your knees up," he panted. "Show it all to me. Show me your pussy, Mrs. Benson."
"Oh, for God's sake," Vicky wept, "why torture me? If you're going to rape me, just do it."
"Aw, that wouldn't be any fun," said Tod. Then more gruffly, "Hurry up! Do what I said."
Vicky, feeling thoroughly ashamed and humiliated, bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, giving the leering boy an uninhibited view of her slit. Even Biff had never seen her like that. He wasn't interested.
Tod stepped closer and peered at her mysterious female parts. He'd never had such a good view of a woman's pussy before. He really couldn't make sense of it, couldn't understand the function of all those pink fleshy folds. He recognized her anus, brown and puckered like, his own, and he recognized the mouth of her vagina. There was that funny little button of flesh, too, where she'd enjoyed being touched yesterday, but he didn't know the name of it.
Still she was pretty down there, all that glistening ripe pink flesh surrounded by fine coppery curls. He climbed onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and touched the tiny nub of her clit. He wondered if he could get her excited again by playing with it. He began to rub his finger gently back and forth over the soft rubbery shaft.
"Oh, please don't," Vicky wailed softly.
She didn't want him to get her aroused. She'd make a fool of herself again if he did that, behave like a whore. It felt good, too good, when he rubbed her there. In spite of her resistance, she felt gentle waves of pleasure moving through her loins as Tod softly stroked her clit. She clenched her teeth and held absolutely still, determined not to give way again.
Tod was disappointed. He'd failed to get her hot like yesterday. Well, to hell with her, then. He'd just ball her. He wasn't going to waste time on this frigid bitch. Angrily he crawled away from her and stood beside the bed.
"Get up," he commanded. "Come here and undress me."
Vicky quickly complied, realizing that this might offer her a chance of escape. She pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tousling his modishly long black hair, and in spite of herself she felt aroused by the sight of his strong tan young chest. He looked so clean and handsome in contrast to Biffs ape-like hairiness. She bent and helped him step out of his sneakers, then began to fumble with his belt. Tod was breathing hard again.
"Hurry it up," he panted. "Get my jeans off. I'm gonna do like you asked, cunt. I'm just gonna ball you."
Vicky got his belt unbuckled, his fly unzipped, and then she began easing down his tight jeans. He wasn't wearing shorts, and she was taken by surprise when his pale young cock, limp and dangling, came into view. She felt a rush of lust, of aching need, that made her pussy cream furiously. She remembered how stiff that young prick had been yesterday, how fantastically good it had felt inside her…
No, no, she told herself, don't think about it, don't let yourself be tempted…
She tried to ignore his droopy young cock as she tugged down his jeans. Once it brushed her face, warm and soft and silky, and again she felt a flood of horny juice spurting from her cunt. God, how she wanted him… But it was wrong. He was far too young, and he was not her husband.
Vicky suddenly wrenched his jeans down around his ankles, hobbling him, and dashed for the door. "Hey, goddammit, get back here!" Tod shouted.
He lurched after her, but his jeans tripped him, and Vicky made it out the door, down the hall, and into the bathroom, where she locked herself in. Tod would get discouraged and go away-at least that was best plan.
"Open up, dammit!" he shouted. "Open this fuckin' door, or I'll break it down!"
Vicky's stomach tightened with fear. How in God's name would she be able to explain a broken bathroom door to Biff? Even if she made up a story about being locked in, he'd never believe that she could break the door down.
"No, Tod!" she cried. "Don't damage the door!"
"Then come out," he growled. "That's your only other choice."
Sobbing, defeated, Vicky unlocked the door and came out. Tod stood there naked, an angry young giant. He seized her painfully by the arm and marched her back to the bedroom.
"Now I'm really pissed," he snapped. "I was just gonna ball you and leave, but I've changed my mind. I think I'll have a little more fun first."
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and forced her to her knees in front of him. "Play with my cock," he ordered.
Vicky stared at him. She'd never touched a cock in her whole life. Sometimes when she was very horny she'd wanted to play with Biff's prick, but he wouldn't allow it. He said it wasn't "right". So she had no idea what to do.
"Aw, get with it, will ya?" Tod said impatiently. "Hold it. Pump it. Like you were jacking me off, you know?"
With trembling hands Vicky reached for his drooping prick. She felt a strange excitement. Thirty-eight years old, and she was about to touch a penis for the first time. Secretly she'd been dying to do it for years. Her pussy began to moisten…
She curled her fingers gingerly around his limp meat. It was very pleasant to touch, soft and warm and silky. She began to pump the warm prick, slowly and clumsily at first, then with growing competence and enjoyment. She liked doing it, actually liked it.
"Hey, yeah," Tod gasped. "That feels peat. Pump that meat, baby, just like you do for ol'
Coach…"
Vicky suppressed a bitter laugh. If "ol' Coach" had ever let her indulge in foreplay, liven up their sex life, she wouldn't be with Tod now. This was something she'd wanted to do for years. As she pumped his pleasantly warm silky prick with one hand, she reached for his rosy nut-sacs with the other. She cupped -them gently, squeezed them, and Tod sighed blissfully. He was nice to touch there, too.
"Yeah, yeah, baby," he crooned, "play with my nuts.."
Vicky found herself getting hotly excited. Though she'd never played with a man before, she'd read a lot about it, articles in women's magazines which discreetly described such practices. Fellatio-stimulating a man's penis with mouth and tongue-how Would that feel? In her heart she admitted that she was excited by the idea. Why not try it?
She dipped her head, and her heavy gleaming mass of red hair fell around her like a curtain. She liked the privacy, for she was a little ashamed of her crazy urge to taste his cock. She held up the droopy pale organ in the palm of her hand, noting the knobby reddish head and its dark slit-mouth. She stuck out her tongue and gently applied the tip to the silky naked head of his prick. She began to lick it lightly.
"AHHHHHH, YEAH!" Tod gasped. "Far out! Yeah, lick my cock, baby, lick it! I like that!"
Vicky was surprised at the vigor of his response. She hadn't thought of how it would feel to him.
She began to lick rapidly, hungrily, all over his prick, exploring its texture and heat with her tongue. Tod shivered with keen pleasure and kept up a steady low moaning. She realized that his prick was just as sensitive as her clit. Biff had been a fool to deny himself this pleasure.
She licked the spongy red head of his dick, down the pale blue-veined shaft, and into the bristly bush of pubic curls, following the base of his cock, tracing it right to his balls. She was very excited now, carried away in her exploration. She ran her tongue over his rosy warm nuts, feeling the spongy flesh on the outside and the hard inner core.
"Like the taste of them nuts, baby?" Tod said eagerly.
She ignored his boyish taunts. She was having too much fun now to be disturbed by them. She tickled his bouncy red nut-sacs with her stiff tongue, making the wrinkled bags jump and quiver. She worked her way back up through his pubic nest, up the long silky shaft of his prick, till she was furiously tonguing the knobby red glans, digging her slick hot tongue tip into the slitted hole at the very head of his cock. Tod was writhing in horny enjoyment.
"Yeah, baby, that's real good," he gasped. "Why don't you take it in your mouth, suck on it? I could really get off on that."
Why not? She wanted to do it, wanted to know what it was like. Vicky lifted his prick to her mouth, fastened her lips firmly around the rosy head, slowly sucked it in…
"Awwwww, Jesus, yeah!" Tod cried. "Suck me, suck me…"
This, too, was pleasant. She liked the warm silky prick lying on her tongue, enjoyed the sucking. She drew it in as far as she could, till his balls tested against her chin. She sucked him clumsily at first, then with increasing speed and force.
"Awwwww, Christ," Tod moaned, "that's so fuckin' good.."
Suddenly his cock went erect in her mouth.
Vicky hadn't expected such a swift hard-on, and she was almost choked as his limp meat suddenly twitched and sprang into life, growing long and thick and rigid. His hard bloated glans poked against the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. Her lips felt painfully stretched by his thickened meat.
"Don't stop," Tod said urgently, in a horny whine. "Suck it some more, baby, please…"
She tried. It wasn't easy now that he'd grown so long and rigid. Still she enjoyed it. She like the sucking, even liked the taste. His aroused glans began -to dribble cream onto her tongue, and she found it salty and delicious. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, and her sucking became wet and loud. It was an obscene noise, but it excited both of them.
Tod sat on the edge of the bed, red-faced and panting, hardly believing his luck. The Coach's wife was sucking his erect prick like it was candy. He hadn't expected anything this good. After her struggles and protests, he'd thought he'd be lucky to ball a dry cunt. He hadn't asked her to lick him-she'd done it voluntarily.
He reached out and drew back her heavy red hair, so he could see her face. Half his excitement lay in watching this beautiful older woman sucking his dick. She glanced up at him, and he saw that her blue eyes were hat and horny. He grinned at her.
"You like it, don't you?" he said. "You dig sucking my meat.."
Her lips grotesquely stretched by his thick shaft, her mouth fully stuffed with his prick, Vicky could not reply. She blushed hotly, but she kept on sucking, faster and louder with each moment.
It was true. She liked sucking his cock. In fact it was the mast exciting sexual act she'd performed for a long, long time…
Her pussy was creaming hot rivers by now. She could feel the sticky stuff trickling down her thighs. Her big breasts were swollen up taut and jutting with arousal, and her long-starved cunt ached for penetration.
Vicky let his fully erect prick slip out of her mouth. It snapped up to hug his taut belly, wet and gleaming with her spit. It was long, thick, incredibly stiff-exactly what she needed, exactly what her husband couldn't give her. In her anger and passion, she decided not to deny her need any longer.
She stood up, her breasts swaying heavily, her handsome face flushed with arousal and determination. She stood before the gawking boy, hands on hips, eyes glowing. Her legs were held a little apart, revealing her soaked snatch, and she defiantly tossed her heavy mane of red hair.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now."
Tod was impressed and excited. She seemed like an Amazon to him, an enticing giantess, as she loomed over him. "Sure," he said quickly, "sure, right away."
He stood up. That way, he was taller than her, more in command. He slipped his arms around her, feeling the intense heat of her silky body, and he bent his knees a little, fumbling around with his achingly erect cock, trying to get into her.
Vicky spread her legs wider, then impatiently seized his hot hard dick and shoved it roughly into her. Her eyes glowed hotly as she wedged the fat hot glans into her steamy wet cunt-mouth.
"Awwwww, Jesus," Tod moaned. "You're so hot.."
"Do it," Vicky gasped, clinging tightly to him. "Do it to me, do it to meee She was shameless now. She just had to have him, no matter what the cost. She felt that hard inch of penetration, and she yearned for more. She felt that if Biff were to walk into the room at that very moment, she still couldn't stop..
"Ooooooooh!" She wailed loudly as she felt the boy move at last.
His long thick penis inched slowly up her seething wet twat, and she wailed steadily as he filled her with it. She needed it desperately, every beautiful inch of it. She'd needed it for years.
Tod felt it was even better than yesterday. She was hotter inside, almost scorching, wetter and slicker, and if possible, even more eager for him.
She clung to him so tightly that her mountainous breasts seemed squashed against his chest. Her beautiful face was twisted with hot lust. She slammed her pussy against his penetrating dick, urging it deeper and deeper into her flaming passage.
"Fuck meeeee…" she whined.
"You better believe I will," Tod gasped.
He gave it everything he had, slamming his thick meat into her with brutal force and with all the speed he could command. His erection was so thick, her cunt so juicy, that the noise of their fucking was lewdly loud and slurpy. He could feel her juice boiling around his slamming dick, flooding out to soak his pubic patch. She dug her nails into his back and screamed with pleasure.
"Good for you, baby?" he panted. "This how you want it?"
She was a wild wanton slut now, her conscience and pride forgotten. "Harder," she screamed, "ball me harder, damn you, tape me, screw me… I want it, I want it…"
He tried to obey, ramming his rigid dick into her so hard he thought he'd splint her tight pussylips. Surely it must hurt her-but, no, it only, got her more excited. She was groaning steadily, clawing his back, bucking her hips in time to his strokes.
"Ohhhh, yesss," she whined, "that's how I want it, darling, as hard as you can…Don't stop… Ahhhhh, God,…"
Tod was getting pretty winded and sweaty. Even spring training with the team wasn't as demanding as this. The Coach's wife just couldn't seem to get enough. She wanted it harder, faster, deeper, she kept begging for it. He was proud to have turned her on so much, but he wondered how long he could hold out.
"Aaaaaeeeeee!" Vicky screeched.
She threw her head back, and he saw the twisted passion on her face, her wildly rolling eyes and lolling tongue. He felt her steaming cunt tighten around his dick so hard he couldn't move. He felt the powerful rippling muscles of her scalding vagina as she went into orgasmic convulsions. Her cunt was so tight, so damned tight… he whined softly and began to come in her.
Vicky felt his hot jism trickling down her legs. Her passion spent at last, she experienced a wave of shame and guilt Again she'd lost control of herself, violated all her deepest beliefs. She'd been unfaithful to her husband, seduced a boy young enough to be her son. What in God's name was wrong with her?
Tod was feverishly pawing her lush body, and already his drained cock was twitching inside her, getting hard again. She wondered what to do.
She didn't have to decide. They heard Biffs car pulling into the driveway, the door slamming as he got out. They sprang apart, fumbling into their clothes, and Vicky opened the bedroom window so Tod could escape.
"I'll be back," he said fervently. "I'll be back tomorrow…"