"Well, you're certainly in a good mood," said Vicky.
Bill had come home whistling and swaggering. He even pinched her butt, something he did only when he was in high spirits.
She wished she felt as frisky and pleased with herself as he did. Tod had returned that afternoon, but she hadn't even opened the door to him, just let him ring the bell till he got tired and went away. She'd obeyed her conscience, but her body cried out for Tod-for any man who'd satisfy her continual nagging lust.
Biff wolfed down his dinner, parked his butt in front of the TV, and fell asleep during the nine o'clock movie. That was par for the course. Around eleven she'd wake him and help him stagger to bed. Then she'd lie there beside him aching for his cock, while he snored soundly through the night. That routine never changed.
"No," she said aloud, "I can't spend another night like that."
"What? Whaddya say, honey?" Biff started out of his sleep, shaking himself. "Jeez, I musta dozed off. Maybe I'll just go to bed early."
"You do that," said Vicky. "I'm going to sit up a while."
Biff staggered off, half-asleep. She heard the bedroom door shut. Suddenly, impulsively, she hurried to the hall closet and got her coat. She grabbed her purse and ran out to the car. She didn't know where she was going, but she wasn't going to spend another lonely evening of horny longing in that house. She needed to get away for a few hours, to get her head straight.
Vicky drove out of town into the dark quiet of the countryside. She was so tense, she couldn't think, and she decided that a few drinks might loosen her body and mind. There was a roadside bar called the Red Rooster which had a raunchy reputation and where none of her friends would see her. Vicky stopped there and took a small table at the back. The bartender served her a double martini.
She drank it down fast and had another.
"Hey, Vicky, I never expected to see you here." The voice was young, eager.
Vicky looked up and blushed hotly when she saw Tod Allen's smiling face. "Well, Tod," she said dryly, "I never expected to see you here, either, since you're not twenty-one."
He grinned and put a finger to his lips. "Don't spoil a good thing, baby. The bartender lets me in if I don't make any trouble." He eyed Vicky hungrily. "Hey, where were you this afternoon? I rang your bell, but nobody answered. Man, I really needed you, too. I still need you, Vicky."
She blushed again. God knows she needed him. "I was out shopping," she lied. "I guess I missed you."
"Well, I'm here now. Hey, listen, why don't you come sit at our table? I'm here with my buddy Mike. You know him-he's our best fullback."
Vicky glanced around and saw big Mike Krafsky, a blond eighteen-year-old giant with an amiable rugged face and freckles.
"I hate to be old-fashioned," she said. "but your friend is underage, too. Doesn't it make the bartender nervous?"
Tod shrugged. "Oh, he's been busted a couple times for serving minors, but-"
"That's enough," said Vicky, "I'm leaving. I'm sorry, Tod, but my husband has a reputation to keep up, and if the police came and found me with you two-"
"I'm sorry," Tod said, helping her out of her chair. "I didn't think, of course you don't want any trouble. Why don't you come sit with us in my car? We've got a bottle of rum and some Coke."
Vicky was about to refuse, when she thought, why not? She wanted to forget her troubles this evening, and getting drunk and bullshitting with these kids might be fun. Also with Mike along, Tod wouldn't get fresh with her.
"Sure," she said. "I'll meet you outside."
The two double martinis had hit her hard. She didn't give a damn. Tonight she wasn't going to worry about a thing, just have a good time.
"Hi, Mrs. Benson. Glad you can join us," said big Mike Krafsky. He and Tod came out of the bar and walked with her to Tod's car.
Vicky had always liked good-natured Mike, and she felt completely at ease with him. She wasn't even alarmed when the boys seated her between them in the back seat. They all crouched down low with their rum and Cokes, giggling and laughing. They rapped about sports, girls, clothes, possible summer jobs, while Vicky relaxed and let the strong drinks numb her mind and body.
"Hey, ya know what Mrs. Benson?" Mike said a little drunkenly. "You're really okay. I always thought you were kind of a snob, ya know? But you're really up front."
"Oh, she's no snob," Ted said insinuatingly.
He slipped his arm around Vicky's waist in the darkness. She was surprised and annoyed at him, till she realized that it didn't really matter. Mike couldn't see it, and it wasn't going to get Tod anyplace anyhow, not with another boy along. He squeezed her waist meaningfully, but Vicky ignored him and went on rapping with Mike.
She got drunk very fast, and so did the boys. Perhaps that was why they began getting too bold and Vicky wasn't alert enough to know it till it was too late.
She'd almost forgotten Tod's arm around her waist and was talking avidly with Mike, when she felt a hand on her knee. Damn that kid, he was being too reckless. She reached down to remove the hand, blinked, and realized that Tod had his other hand resting on the back of the seat. So the hand on her knee must belong to- She looked up at Mike, and he leered at her.
"Yessir, Mrs. Benson," he said drunkenly, "you are a real nice lady. Real beautiful. Coach sure is a lucky guy."
"Yeah," said Tod tittering, obviously smashed, "and I know just how lucky he is."
Vicky turned to glare at him. "Watch it, Tod," she said meaningfully. "Please watch what you say."
He giggled. "Aw, it's okay, Vicky. Mike knows all about us."
Vicky's mouth fell open. She glanced at the two boys and blushed deeply at their knowing grins. "Tod," she said in a stricken voice, "you promised-you swore you'd never tell."
"Some guys'll say anything, just to get into a girl's pants," he replied nonchalantly. "Anyhow, you don't hafta worry 'bout ol' Mike. He's my buddy. He won't rat on us."
Mike grinned at her. "Hell, no," he said enthusiastically, "I won't rat-not if you cut me in on some of the action." He giggled. "Get what I mean?"
"I certainly do," Vicky said stiffly, "and I'm leaving. Let me out of here."
"Uh-uh, doll, not yet," said Tod, tightening his grip around her waist. "Me and Mike didn't come out here just to drink and shoot the shit. We were hopin' you'd be nice to us."
"To BOTH of you?" Vicky said incredulously. "You must be crazy."
"Yeah, fuck-crazy," laughed Mike. "You wouldn't believe how horny we are tonight, Mrs. Benson. We were just sittin' there in the bar sayin' to each other how horny we were, and then you walked in-like the answer to a prayer."
Vicky's stomach tightened. "Now, look, boys," she said carefully, "don't do something you'll regret. This is very serious. You have the team and your future to think about. You just don't need a rape conviction.
Tod snickered. "Who said anything about rape? I know you, baby, and I know you want it."
Vicky was glad they couldn't see her blush of shame. What Tod said was all too true. Everytime he'd made love to her, despite her initial resistance, she'd responded to him passionately. No wonder he thought she'd be willing to take on two boys at once. He'd probably told Mike the same thing. Oh, God, how many others had he told…?
"Please, Tod," she said shakily, "let me out. I don't want to do this."
"Sure ya do," Tod said, sweeping her into a drunken embrace. "You always say no at first, but later-oh, wow!"
Vicky tried to break away from him, but he was much too strong far her. Mike scrunched over into the far corner of the seat while Tod pushed her down on her back. Her head came to rest in Mike's lap, and she had a nightmare view of his face, upside-down and grinning. Tod crouched over, panting, tearing at her clothes.
"Mike," she said desperately, "Mike, you're a good boy. Please stop this…"
He laughed harshly. "I ain't no good boy. That's just a put-on. Sorry, Mrs. Benson, but I'm just as dirty-minded as the rest."
He and Tod cackled. Vicky saw no cause for amusement, Tod had her pinned down on the seat of the car, and Mike was holding her shoulders. There was no escape. Tod fumbled with her clothes and managed to strip off her shoes, coat, skirt, and blouse. Both boys gawked at her lush form in bra and panties.
"Man, ain't she beautiful?" Tod sighed.
"She sure as hell is," Mike agreed, "but let's get the rest of her stuff off. I wanta see them famous tits. They really as big as they look?"
"You better believe it," Tod giggled.
While Vicky sobbed in humiliation, the feverishly-panting boy unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. The two boys gawked at her big swollen breasts and their pointed light-pink nipples. Even in the shadowy back seat, Vicky's tits looked enormous and jutting.
"Holy shit," said Mike reverently, "they're for real. I never woulda believed it. I just gotta touch em.
"Go ahead," said Tod. "You take that end, and I'll take this."
Mike's big hot sweaty hands began to fumble with her naked breasts, eagerly squeezing great creamy fistfuls of warm flesh. Vicky felt Tod tugging at her panties. She wondered desperately if there was anything she could do to stop this rape. There was only one more play she could think of.
"Bays," she said quickly, "I know this is just a little fun to you, but it's very serious to me. If you go through with this, I'm going to tell my husband-I swear it."
They laughed harshly. "You go right ahead and tell him, lady," said Tod. "He don't dare kick us off the team. We're his best players, and he needs us for that state title. That's the most important thing in the world to him-even more important than you."
Vicky sobbed. It was true. All Biff cared about was himself and his image. She knew for certain that he'd sacrifice his own wife to win the state championship. Then what in God's name was she resisting for? A husband like that didn't deserve her fidelity.
Mike gave a low whistle as Tod succeeded in puffing off her panties. They both eyed her pretty triangular auburn muff. "Man, she is all female," Mike said hungrily. "What a gorgeous bod… I suppose you get to go first?"
"Yep," Tod said smugly. "After all, I found her. But don't worry, big buddy, you'll get your turn."
Mike laughed good-naturedly and went on playing with Vicky's tits. Tod pulled her legs roughly apart and knelt between them. Vicky felt the cool air on her naked pussy, and she could almost feel the intensity of Tod's eyes as he stared at her exposed red slit. She felt degraded, shamed…
"Aw, mellow out, baby," said Tod. "Why the tears? You know you're gonna like it. Just as soon as I get some stiff meat up that hot little hole of yours, you're gonna go crazy. I don't understand why you always protest…"
Vicky shook her head and wept.
Tod slipped his hand into her moist snatch and located the little warm shaft of her clit. He began to rub it with his fingertip, the way he knew she liked it…
"Noooo," Vicky whimpered.
"Hey, whaddya doin', man?" said Mike. "This is no time to play stink-finger. Let's get it on."
"She's a lot better when she gets warmed up," said Tod. "We don't wanta fuck no dry cunt."
"Man," Mike said impatiently, "right now I'd fuck anything on legs-two legs or four, it wouldn't make no difference. So hurry up. I want my turn."
Tod ignored him. He knew his friend would be much more impressed if he got Vicky hot and horny. He seized Vicky's clit between thumb and forefinger and began to knead it gently but insistently.
"Ahhhh, God, noooo," Vicky cried.
She felt the sharp jolts of pleasure radiating from her clit, the cream beginning to seep from her vagina, and she prayed that this time she wouldn't make a slut of herself. She was all too aware of how badly she needed a lover-and her wicked pussy was telling her that two strong young cocks would be even better than one…
"That's better," said Ted. "I feel that juice, baby. You're gettin' hot.."
Tod's naughty play with her sensitive silky clit was getting her horny fast. A new, evil voice told her tonight she could get really well fucked. Nobody had to know. These boys were too smart to blow a good deal.
"Yeah, yeah," Tod crooned, "get hot for me, baby. You're creamin' all over my hand now. That's what I want. And I know what you want-some good hard dick…"
"Then give it to her, fer chrissake," Mike said impatiently.
Vicky's head was still in his lap, and she could feel the long rigid line of his erect young penis. His big hands kneaded her big ripe breasts, and his eyes were focused hotly on her exposed snatch and Tod's fingers as he massaged her clit.
"Do it, do it," Mike said hoarsely.
Ted was getting just as impatient as his friend. Vicky wasn't as juicy as he'd have liked, she wasn't aroused and begging for it, but he was tired of coaxing her. He began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.
Vicky watched tearfully as Tod let down his pants. His pale young cock was hugging his belly stiffly in a rigid hard-on. Just the sight of it was enough to make her cunt cream violently again.
"Okay, doll, here we go," Tod panted. "Here's what you want…"
In one last attempt to save her pride, Vicky twisted violently and tried to close her legs, but Tod held them roughly apart and Mike pressed down on her shoulders, keeping her in position. She sobbed helplessly as Tod's hard young body sank down on her. She felt the swollen knob of his erect young dick sinking into the mushy hot mouth of her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Tod sighed as his rigid shaft sank deep into the silky hot tunnel of her cunt, "it's good, ain't it?"
Yes, it was good. It was what she'd been craving for years. She trembled with pleasure as his thick warm meat filled her and his swollen balls came to rest against her quivering ass. He was all the way into her, his dribbling cock-head butting her womb, and it felt marvelous. She was too ashamed to show it, though.
"Hey, raise up a little so I can watch," Mike said hoarsely.
He strained forward in the darkness to watch his buddy perform on her helpless body.
Tod laughed and raised his body off Vicky, kneeling between her outstretched legs. That way Mike had an excellent view of the action. The blond giant watched and panted as his buddy's long white cock began to slice swiftly in and out of Vicky's wet hair-fringed hole. She was very creamy now, and Tod's thick meat made a lewd slurping and squishing sound nit reamed her flooded Nat. The boys giggled.
"Man," said Mike, "it sure sounds good."
"It IS good, man," Tod panted. "She's so friggin' hot in there, you wouldn't believe it… Awwww, shit, yeahhhh."
In his kneeling position he couldn't ball her very fast, so he worked his cock in long slow deep strokes, shivering each time he felt his rigid meat fully enveloped in her blazing satiny depths. He got an added charge from having his buddy watch.
Vicky clenched her teeth to keep from screaming her intense pleasure. Tod's cock seemed especially hard and long tonight, or perhaps the alcohol had made her even hornier than ever. His fucking felt incredibly good to her. She creamed shamelessly around his jerking sawing pole, and her cunt grew hotter by the second. Oh, God, if only she could get laid like this every night…
"Hey, baby," Mike whispered, leaning down closer to her flushed face, "you diggin' it? Is my buddy givin' you a good fuck?"
Vicky closed her eyes in humiliation, and she heard his harsh laugh. He was playing with her pretty pink nipples now, tweaking and rubbing them, and fiery jolts of pleasure swelled her big breasts. Tod's cock sawed harder and harder in her aroused steamy cunt, and she knew she couldn't fake indifference much longer. She was getting far too hot, far too excited…
"Let's go, baby, let's go, Tod panted. "Let's have some real action. Fuck with me, doll, like you did before. Move with me. You know you dig it…Come on, baby, move…"
He threw himself down on her, digging his rigid young prick deep into her juicy hole, and began to bang her brutally, swiftly. It was more than Vicky could resist. The intense hat friction between cock and cunt was just too delicious. She moaned and began to move her hips in time to his strokes, taking him deep into her. To hell with dignity, to hell with Biff-she was going to live NOW, and damn the consequences.
"Ooohhh!" Vicky wailed..
"Yeah, it's good, ain't it?" Ted gasped. "You dig it, you want it… Yeah, baby, come with me Come"
His words seemed to trigger her, Suddenly she was bucking and howling like a madwoman, orgasm ripping hotly through her body. She clapped her hot hands onto his naked straining ass and forced his prick as deep into herself as she could. She screeched her joy as she felt his hot young jism sizzling into her womb. Then she fell back limp and panting, an ecstatic smile on her face.
Vicky was in a daze of satisfied lust. She heard the boys sniggering, felt. them moving around clumsily, brushing against her. Then hard knees were between her legs, forcing them apart. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up to see Mike kneeling between her legs.
"My turn, doll," he said, leering crazily. "Andbelieve me, I'm gonna give you a real hard ride."
Vicky watched dizzily as he lowered his jeans.
She was treated to an instant and blatant view of his erect penis. Her eyes widened. Just like the rest of him, Mike's cock was bigger than life. To her dazed eyes, it looked a good nine inches long and almost as thick as her fist. The kid was really hung…
"Look good to ya, babe?" he said, grinning. "The chicks all tell me they can't hardly breathe when I'm in 'em…"
Tod laughed. "Hey, get on with the show, Krafsky," he said. "Put your money where your mouth is. You're always claiming to be the greatest stud in the West.."
"Oh, I am, man, I am," Mike laughed. "You just watch andsee.
Vicky couldn't believe the intensity of her own lust. She'd just come with Tod, less than a minute ago, and already her cunt was hot and boiling and eager again just from looking at Mike's elephant dong. She could hardly wait to feel it in her. She vowed not to make a fool of herself, not to cry out this time-but as he began to enter her, her resolve was in vain. He was huge. He had the giant thick cock of all her horny fantasies. She just couldn't help it…
"Ahhhhh, ooooooh" she whined. "Yessss…"
Mike chuckled. "Yeah, it feels good, don't it? And I ain't even in yet, not by a long shot. Dig this, baby.."
He slowly but steadily thrust into her; filling her narrow hot cunt almost to bursting. Vicky whined and arched her belly up to meet his thrust, her cunt boiling and creaming around his incredibly thick dick.
"Take that meat, baby," he crooned, "take it all… Jesus, you're hot in there… and wet, sheeee-it… You must want it real bad."
Vicky was straining to take in every inch of his fantastically big cock. He wasn't going in fast enough to suit her. She sank her nails into his hard buttocks and tried to force him deeper, deeper.
"Do it," she panted, "Do it… Fuck me, damn you… Hurry… Oh, God, hurry up and fuck meeee.."
Mike laughed and sank heavily onto her. He began to ball her like a stallion, great slapping deep thrusts that made her scream with joy. She arched her body up to take his thick cock, dug her nails into his flying muscled ass. She began to come almost instantly, and she came again and again.
"Oh, Jesus," Mike panted, "oh, holy Christ, I can't believe this… I keep bringing her off… Baby, you are something else!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Tod laughed.
He bent down and jammed his wet mouth onto Vicky's, working his tongue wickedly in her mouth. When he raised his head again, he leered at her and said, "Now, ain't you gad I brought along my buddy? I bet you never been so well fucked in your life, have you, doll?"
Vicky howled and clawed and screeched as Mike swiftly balled her into a long chain of orgasms that left her sobbing with ecstasy. At some point her cunt filled with his sizzling sperm, she felt him slip away, and there was a moment of rest while Tod scrambled to take his place.
He entered her, moved in her, and whispered, "One more time, baby, one more time."
"Yesssss," Vicky sighed.