Biff Benson watched his wife stalk away from his across the football field. He shrugged. She was pissed at him again, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was an energetic, restless, and important man, and she couldn't expect him just to sit home all the time doing the domestic trip. So let her fume.
"Bitch!" he said under his breath.
After practice that day, Biff decided to make good his fantasy of seducing all four of the cheerleaders. After his smashing success with Bunny, he was a lot more confident, and he anticipated little or no trouble.
After getting rid of Vicky, he sauntered over to the girls' gym where the cheerleaders were just finishing their practice for the day. Bunny cast him a wistful glance, but Biff shook his head, meaning he couldn't see her today. He wondered which of the girls he should try next, golden-haired Lisa, red-haired Kim, or little Judy, a petite brunette with enormous brown eyes. The choice was made for him when the others skipped off, leaving him alone with Judy.
"Well, how's it going, kid?" Biff said gruffly. "It's your first year as a cheerleader, isn't it?"
Judy turned her huge eyes on him and blushed slightly. She was intimidated by his hulking presence.
"Yes, sir," she said politely, "it's my first year, and I'm really having to work hard to keep up with the others. They're so good. They were all cheerleaders last year, too. But I enjoy it."
"Good," said Biff, who was impatient with her girlish chatter. "Say, I don't know if you need money or not, but maybe you'd like to take over Bunny's job. You know, helping me with paperwork after school. She's too busy."
Judy smiled timidly. She really was a little mouse, Biff decided, and not his first choice among the girls. He liked a little more spirit. But she did have a swell figure-awfully big tits for a girl so small. She had a dark, Spanish type of beauty that intrigued him.
"Why, Mr. Benson," she said, "how nice of you to consider me. I'd love to have the job. I really could use the money."
Biff felt a prick of excitement. He'd accomplished step number one, getting the girl to his office. "Swell," he said. "You wanta start now?"
"Okay," said Judy. "Maybe I should phone my mother first, though, and tell her I'll be late."
"Uh, no," Biff said quickly, "that won't be necessary. We won't do that much today. I just wanta show you the ropes."
He really didn't want her mother to know she'd been with him. The fewer people who knew it, the better. As he walked little Judy over to his office, he glanced around nervously. No one in sight. Even the janitor didn't see them when they entered the building.
He let Judy into his office and closed the door, locking it when she wasn't looking. The big-eyed girl looked around his office, gawking at the trophies and photos.
"Wow," she said, hugging her books to her full ripe bosom. "You sure have won a lot of awards for our school, Mr. Benson. We're so lucky to have a coach like you."
"Yeah, we won a few times," Biff said casually, "but you have to remember, it wasn't just me. There was a whole football team helping out."
The girl gazed at him admiringly, and Buff wondered where to go from here. Three months ago he'd stood in this office wondering the same thing about Bunny, but there hadn't been any problem. Bunny had practically seduced him making sexy remarks, brushing against him, even sitting on his lap. When he'd made his pass at Bunny, he'd already been sure it'd be received. Judy was different-shy, proper, what you'd call a good girl".
"Well, have a seat," Buff said, indicating the sofa. "Sorry we got no more chairs. I'll just bring this stuff over, and we can look at it."
Judy obediently sat down on the couch where he'd been balling Bunny silly for the past few months. She was still hugging that load of books to her bosom. Biff wished she'd set them down. She had by far the biggest and prettiest tits of the four cheerleaders. It was a standing joke among the boys about how Judy's big ripe breasts flopped around when she jumped and danced during cheers. Kent, the big jovial center, said he got a hard-on everytime Judy led the school pep song. Yet she seemed completely oblivious of her exceptional endowments.
Biff grabbed a bunch of papers from a desk drawer and went to sit beside Judy on the couch. He sat so close that their legs touched, The girl blushed hotly but didn't move away. Up close she smelled like soap and jasmine and healthy girl-sweat.
"Now, what we gotta do," he said, rifling through the papers, "is get this stuff in order, by date and topic and so on, and get it filed. Think you can handle that?"
"Oh, yes," said Judy. "I've done that kind of work before."
Too bad-he was hoping he'd have, to explain things to her, that he could buy more time. She was so shy and proper, he just didn't know how to make an opening. Well, to hell with it, then. He'd just make his pan and hope to hell she'd respond.
He scooped Judy's books out of her arms and set them on the floor. "Now you'll be more comfortable," he said.
The girl looked up at him, blushing and timid-and Biff simply crushed her in his ox-like embrace and began kissing her wetly. She flinched violently, and then-nothing. She didn't cry out, didn't push him away, didn't even move.
"I didn't bring you over here to do no paperwork," he said gruffly.
Judy's brown eyes were enormous and frightened. They searched his face, trying to divine his intentions. She sat still beside him as if paralyzed. Damn it all, he wanted her to respond with glee and passion, like Bunny, like all the horny teenage girls of his fantasies. She was beginning to make him feel like Jack the Ripper.
Well, to hell with her, then. Women were good for only one thing, in Biff's opinion, and if they didn't like doing that one thing, they just weren't normal. He'd go ahead and have her, and if she didn't like it, that was her problem. He reached for her tight cheerleader shirt and began to pull it up.
"M-Mr. Benson," she said, her voice tight with fear. "You-you've made a mistake. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Listen, baby," Biff said, "you're ALL that kind of girl, whether you know it or not. Maybe you got your head full of this women's lib shit about broads having brains and careers and stuff-but that's all it is, just a crock of shit. Women are for balling and making babies and taking care of men, and that's it. It's time you found that out."
Judy's handsome olive-skinned face flamed with defiance, but she was too afraid of Coach Benson to contradict him. After all, he was the most important man in town practically, and he could get her kicked out of school, make all kinds of trouble for her-or so the naive girl imagined. She felt frightened and hostile, but she was afraid to anger him.
Biff impatiently pulled up her skirt, getting it over her head and off her limp arms. He tossed it into a crumpled heap on the floor and then gawked at her big ripe breasts straining in the confinement of her prim white cotton bra. Size 40-D, he decided. Awfully big boobs for such a young and petite girl.
"I thought none of YOU chicks wore bras any more," he said.
"Some of us do," Judy said primly. "Some of us don't like to make a spectacle of ourselves."
Biff chuckled. "Yeah, with boobs that big, you'd make a spectacle, all right. But let's get this thing off."
Again Judy's face flamed. "Please," she said, "please don't DO this. I don't want to. You have a wife-a beautiful Wife. If you need a woman, why don't you go to her?"
"I don't need a woman." said Biff, "I need variety. Now, quit hassling me, baby, or I'm gonna get mad."
Judy shut up, but the tear streamed down her face as Biff unhooked her bra and drew if off. Her lovely ripe young breasts tumbled out of the big cotton cups and stood pointed and firm. They were big olive-skinned breasts, like plump melons, tapped with large nipples. Biff gawked hungrily.
"Jeeee-SUS," he exclaimed, "what a pair you got, baby. I never seen such nice big tits on a little girl before."
Judy's big brown eyes rolled in helpless panic. It was clear to her now that Coach Benson, whom she'd long admired and idolized, was a lecherous old man who wanted to make filthy use of her body.
"Come here, baby," Biff said hoarsely. "Let me touch them sweet titties of yours."
Judy sobbed as his big hammy fists closed over her silky tender breasts. He pawed her like an animal, snorting and breathing hard. She felt defiled by his hot sweaty touch, his rough fumbling with her big naked breasts. He squeezed her ripe full tits in big greedy fistfuls.
"Yeah, yeah," he said huskily, "you got the nicest boobs I ever saw. You're gonna make some guy real happy in bed, baby."
Judy shuddered. What kind of bride would she make after this pig had defiled her? She'd wanted so much to stay a virgin till she married. Now she was going to be ruined.
Biff pushed her back on the couch. Judy whimpered and went sprawling onto her back. She felt Coach's rough hands creeping up under her skirt. "Noooo," she sobbed.
"Aw, relax," said Biff impatiently. "Didn't nobody ever tell you that sex is fun? You act like you was at the dentist. Take it easy, baby. I can make you feel real good."
Judy shuddered. Biff pushed her skirt right up to her waist, uncovering the cute white bikini panties of her cheerleader's uniform. Judy had wide flowing hips of a mature woman. She was made for screwing, Biff felt, He grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties and started pulling the garment down. Judy began to sob hysterically. Cursing, Biff clapped his big hand over her mouth and glared at her.
"Now, listen," he said angrily, "and listen good, you dumb little cunt! Cut out the noise, because if I get caught like this, I'm finished. It won't do you no good to struggle, either, 'cause I can twist your arm till it snaps. Andif you got any ideas about ratting on me, forget it. Nobody'll believe you. So why don't ya just relax and enjoy? You got no other choice."
Judy's head was spinning. She knew there must be some flaw in his argument, some way she could escape him, but it wouldn't come to her in her panic and confusion. One thing she knew for sure-she couldn't fight him off. He was so much bigger and stronger than her, he could kill her with a sweep of his arm.
"You gonna cut out that screaming?" he snarled.
Judy nodded tearfully, and Biff took his hand off her mouth. She wept quietly as she felt him tugging down her panties. No one had ever seen her naked before, and now her most private place would be exposed to his leering eyes. She sobbed in shame. He drew her panties off and tossed them aside.
"Nice," he said hoarsely, "real nice. Prettiest little snatch I ever seen.
Judy had a rather large triangular expanse of black mons fur, the curls tight and gleaming. Biff chuckled and began to pet it. Her pussy hair was incredibly soft and silky. "Hey, you got quite a jungle here, baby," he said. "It's big, just like your tits."
"Oh, my God," said Judy tearfully, "please don't say things like that." Don't make it worse. Do what you're going to do, but don't TALK."
Biff took a tight grip on her delicate mons-muff, puffing the hairs till she screeched with pain. "I'll talk if I wanta," he snarled. "I'll do whatever goddamn thing I please, and don't you forget it, little Miss Prim and Proper. If you fight me, I can make a real mess of that beautiful face. You get me? You want your pretty little face smashed in?"
Judy just stared at him in utter horror. There was no way out of this nightmare, none at all. She shook her head back and forth in misery and confusion.
Biff was writhing with impatience. Why did this silly little cunt have to put up such a fight? All he wanted was a simple fuck, nothing to get excited about.
"Let's see that pussy," he said roughly. He seized her warm silky thighs and pulled them roughly apart.
Judy just closed her eyes.. She felt his hot moist breath as he bent closer to look at her lewdly-exposed snatch.
"Nice," said Bill. "You got a real pretty pussy, kid."
Judy's lush pussy flesh was heavily fringed with silky black hair, making her naked slit stand out more sharply in contrast. The flesh was a delicious ripe pink, glowing with youth and health. Her clit was entirely obscured by the thick black fur of her mons, but he could see her tender little pink pussylips and the tiny dark mouth of her virgin cunt. At least he hoped she was a virgin. It'd be a real hit to pop a cherry.
"You ever go all the way?"
"W-what?" Judy sobbed.
"Ever go all the way with a boy? Ever fuck?" Biff growled.
She blushed hotly. "No. No, I'm a virgin. Please, please, Mr. Benson, I'll do anything else you want, but don't take that away from me. Please Biff laughed cruelly. "Thanks for, the information, baby. I ain't popped a cherry in years."
He wished to God Judy would show some response. If he could get her even a little aroused, it would help. He wasn't interested in fucking a corpse. He parted the thick-furred plump lips and saw the tiny red dot of her clitoris. Any normal girl liked to be touched there. Biff pressed the little moist button with the tip of his finger and began to rub it gently but insistently.
Judy's face flamed, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Whet Coach was doing to her felt nice, but she couldn't enjoy it, because it was HIM.
"Jesus, what's the matter with you? You frigid or something?" Biff said impatiently.
The girl sobbed. It was hard to believe she wasn't responding, not with a body like that, made for loving. Her big olive-skinned tits rose like creamy mountains, the light-brawn nipples pointed right up at the ceiling. Her big black silky fur patch was a sure indication of passion, Biff thought, yet he could get no response out of her.
"Aw, fer chrissake," he muttered, "you gotta like something. Let's see how you like this."
He crouched down and stuck his face right in her warm fragrant snatch. The girl gasped and trembled. Biff stuck out his tongue and, like naughty little Bunny had taught him, began to lick from the hard little nub of her clit down to the wrinkled little mouth of her anus.
"Ohhhh, God, nooo," Judy wept.
It felt good. She could see how a woman might enjoy having her pussy licked, IF she loved the man who was doing it. But Judy felt such loathing and fear for Coach Benson that she recoiled in honor from his slimy tongue.
"All right, bitch," Biff snapped, "I give up. I wanted to make you like it, but you're hopeless. You're a goddamn iceberg. I pity your husband-if you ever get one."
He drew away from the sobbing girl and started taking off his clothes. No point in wasting any more time on foreplay. Nothing was going to arouse this chick.
Judy's heavily-lashed eyes fluttered open to see what he was doing; They widened when she saw him pulling off his sweatshirt. The man was ape-like, grossly hairy. His powerful chest and shoulders frightened her. He tugged off his pants and shorts, and she couldn't help gawking again, for she'd never seen a naked man before.
If that was what cocks looked like, Judy thought, maybe she wouldn't get married after all. Biffs forest of brown pubic curls seemed dense and thick to her, repulsive. Below swung his flushed red balls, wrinkled and hairy, a lewd sight. Her eyes traveled to his wormy white cock, which drooped and dangled from his wiry bush. She eyed the pale blue-veined shaft, the gross purple head-and then she turned her head away.
"Get me hard," he snapped.
Judy stared at him, not understanding what he meant.
"Goddammit, you stupid little bitch," Biff snarled, "pick up my cock. Play with it. Help me get hard."
Judy laughed hysterically. It wasn't enough that he was going to rape her, deflower her-he also wanted her to help! It was too much, just too much…
"Dumb cunt!" Biff shouted. "Pick it up-unless you want your face smashed!"
Judy fumbled for his limp prick, curling it in her fist. She had no idea what to do next, so she just pumped it. His flaccid dick felt slimy and evil to her, dirty and repulsive. Buff got hotly excited the moment she touched him.
"Yeah, yeah, pump that meat, doll," he panted. "Get that ol' pecker nice and hard…"
Judy tried not to think at all. It was too scary to think of what was about to happen. She pumped his warm limp prick mechanically, and in a moment it began to grow in her hand. She felt it twitching, getting stiff and long and thick. Juice began to dribble from the fat ugly purple glans, and she shuddered when the slimy stuff touched her fingers.
"Well, all right," Biff panted. "Yeah, you can let go now, doll. It's good and hard. Now I'm gonna poke it up that sweet little hole of yours. Hey, how old are you, anyway?"
"Eighteen," Judy said miserably.
"Well, shit," Biff said jovially, "that's too old to be a virgin. It's time you had a little fun. Just look at it this way, honey-I'm gonna help you out. I'm gonna show you more fun than you ever had."
Anger welled up in Judy, and she vowed that someday, somehow, she'd get even, with this man…
Biff was leering like a crazy man as he eyed her plump pink pussy and aimed the bloated purple head of his swollen cock at the tiny dark mouth of her cunt. He flopped heavily between her silky thighs and thrust hard with his erect prick.
"Ooooo, Nooooo!" Judy shrieked.
She felt his ugly hard prick poking hungrily at her tender pussy, seeking her virgin vagina, and in a last burst of outrage and tenor she began to claw at his face. Biff snarled and, grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms down to her sides. Judy screamed in pain. Then suddenly she felt herself being entered, the cruelly thick knob of his erect cock splitting her cunt.
"Aaaggghhhh!" she screamed. "No, no, it hurts!"
Biff clapped his hand hard over her mouth and thrust his swollen rock-hard meat into her as hard as he could. An ecstatic smile came over his face as he felt his sensitive glans blazing into her incredibly tight virgin cunt. He'd never fucked anything so damn tight.
"Awwww, Jesus," he whined.
He hit the tough baffler of her hymen. It was a thick, stubborn one, and be had to pull back and lunge again, bursting the hard membrane with the thick head of his cock. The girl's body lurched violently beneath him, and he heard her muffled scream of pain, then he was through her hymen, thrusting clear to her quaking womb, and he felt the hot pooling of her virgin blood all around his impaling meat.
"Yeahhhhh," he sighed. "You was cherry, all right. Man, that was a hit.."
He began to ball her in short hard strokes, oblivious to her pain. His hand slipped off her mouth, and Judy gasped for air. The pain was bad, but she knew the worst was over. She was ruined now, and there was no sense crying over it. Her fright and shame were replaced by a dull deep hatred.
"Friggin' tight little pussy," Biff moaned. "Oh, Jesus, so damn tight… so you never fucked before? How's it feel, honey? How's that good stiff cock feel in your tight little cunt?"
"Great," Judy said with dull sarcasm. Biff brightened up, grinned at her. "Well, okay," he said, "that's better. Now you see how much fun it is to ball. You and me are gonna have a lotta fun, baby, a whole lotta fun…"
"Sure," Judy said tonelessly.