Vicky sat stunned and silent beside Tod as he drove her car. For awhile she was so shocked, she couldn't even think, but gradually she was able to face the situation. No wonder Biff hadn't made love to her in so long. He was busy seducing girls young enough to be his daughters.
Fury swept over her. The damned fool! He was risking his career, everything he'd built up, just for a few lousy fucks. If he had to have other women, why couldn't he go to whores.
Vicky was deeply hurt by his infidelity. How ironic it was: she'd been torturing herself with guilt over her affair with Tod, while Biff was carrying on with FOUR other lovers. She laughed bitterly. Now she didn't owe him a thing…
"I'll take you to my place," Tod said. "My folks are gone for the weekend, and you can stay as long as you want."
Vicky nodded dumbly, not even hearing him. She was wondering what to do next. Divorce Biff? She didn't hate him that much. Yet how could she go on living with him? He was a pervert, a dirty old man…
"Here we are," Tod said gently. "Let me help you…
Vicky allowed Tod to lead her out of the car and into the modest white house. She still didn't have much idea of where she was, except that Tod was taking care of her, Tod was going to take her where she could rest and think, He led her to his own small bedroom and eased her down on the bed.
"You just rest," he said, taking off her shoes. "Just take it easy, Vicky. It'll be okay." Just then the doorbell rang. "Ah, shit," Tod said, what a time for company. Well, I'll keep them quiet. You just relax, Vicky.."
She heard him leave the room. She stared at the ceiling, her mind still a jumble of angry and painful thoughts. What was going to become of her now?
Tod hurried to the door. His visitors were his buddy Mike Krafsky and two other guys from the team, Kent and Jim. He grinned helplessly and ushered them into the living.
"Hey, man," said Mike, "you look really shook about something. What's up?"
Tod laughed. "You wouldn't believe what happened… aw, Christ, I can hardly believe it myself."
"Tell, tell," said Kent.
"Well…" Tod snickered softly. "Mike, knows this, and he can tell you it's true. In the first place, I been making it with the Coach's wife."
Jim laughed and slapped his knee, "You're fulla stilt."
"Naw, it's true," said big blond Mike. "Both of us made her once. Scout's honor.."
Kent whistled. "Shit, man, why didn't you let us in on the action?"
"We were gonna," said Tod. "We still can. But listen to what happened today. Man, oh, man, this'll blow your minds."
His pals leaned closer, grinning, to hear Tod's tale.
Tod grinned wickedly and said, "Well, today me an' Vicky-that's Coach's wife-we went over to her place to ball, 'cause she thought Coach wouldn't be back till way late. We heard this weird noise coming from the bedroom. Vicky goes and opens the door, and-wow! There's Coach making out with all four cheerleaders. All of 'em naked. Lisa was sucking his cock." He tittered insanely. "Man, you shoulda been there."
The boys collapsed in helpless laughter. "You sure you ain't shittin' us?" Kent howled.
"No, man, it's the truth," said Tod, wiping his eyes. "Boy, was Vicky upset. She told me to get her out of there. I bet she's gonna divorce him."
"Well, to hell with him," said Jim. "That's not where my mind's at. What about HER? Where is she? Any chance of us getting it on with her?"
Tod grinned. "Now that's a real good idea," he said.
A few minutes later Tod softly opened the door of his room. Vicky was lying on the bed, pale and silent and staring at the ceiling. For a moment he felt pity for her, but it quickly passed. He saw only her great jutting breasts, her lush figure, her possibilities as a source of amusement for himself and his friends.
"Hey, Vicky," he said, coming over and taking her hand, "this isn't gonna do you any good, just lying here. Some of my buddies just came over, and we're gonna have a drink, shoot the shit a little. Why don't you join us? It'll get your mind off things."
"I suppose it doesn't matter what I do," Vicky said dully. "A drink would be nice, though."
"Well, come on, then," Tod said eagerly. "I'll make you a drink that'll set you right up."
Vicky allowed him to lead her into the living room and seat her on the couch. She recognized the other boys, all stars of the football team-big Mike, Kent, and Jim.
The boys chatted while Vicky fairly gulped the bourbon and water. Tod made her another one, and she began to feel the dizzying warmth seeping through her body. She knew she was getting drunk fast, but she didn't care. On the contrary, she wanted to be drunk.
"Hey, Mrs. Benson," said big blond Mike, "let's be more friendly."
He moved closer to her on the couch and pulled her into his lap. Vicky felt she couldn't react properly to what was happening. She should have been indignant, but instead she sank softly against the huge boy and said nothing.
"That's nice," Mike purred, "real nice… we heard you got quite a shock today… you just relax, and we'll help take your mind off your troubles."
The other boys snickered softly, but Vicky hardly noticed. She just wanted another drink. She held out her glass to Tod.
"That's right, honey," said Kent, "have another drink.."
At some point Mike began fondling her breasts. Vicky wasn't even aware of it for a while, her thoughts were so cloudy and far away. She noticed that the other boys were grinning and gawking at her chest, and only then did she feel Mike's big hot hands gently cupping and squeezing the jutting mounds. She thought about protesting, but she didn't see what difference it would make. Nothing mattered now…
"Ain't she got the most beautiful boobs in the world?" Mike said.
"I dunno," Jim tittered. "She's still got her clothes on.
"Well, we can fix that in a hurry," said Tod.
While Mike held her, Tod moved over and began to unbutton Vicky's blouse. She looked at him vaguely, then sipped her drink. Tod drew off the filmy blouse and then unhooked her bra. As he was drawing it off, she felt the cool air of the room on her naked breasts-and only then did shack and alarm penetrate her alcohol fog.
"Tod," she said, slurring her words, "not in front of everybody."
"Why not?" said Tod. "Everybody wants to see."
Before she could reply to that, he whisked off her bra and tossed it aside. There was a collective gasp, and Vicky saw the boys straining forward to gawk at her naked tits. She blushed furiously and tried to cover herself, but Mike grabbed her hands and held them down at her sides.
"Holy sheee-it," Kent said, "I still can't believe it. They're like fuckin' watermelons."
"Bigger," said Jim, grinning lewdly. "And they ain't fake. Remember what some of the guys useta say about her?"
"Yeah, that they was padded," said. Mike. "Well, you can see for yourself that they ain't. These jugs is for real, man."
"I wanta make sure," Kent sniggered.
He came over and started to play with Vicky's jutting naked boobs.
"Please," she whimpered, "don't.."
"Aw, come off it, lady," he said contemptuously. "You let Tod an' Mike into your pants, so what's the big deal?"
Vicky blushed deeply and began to cry softly. So Tod had told everyone about her, in spite of his promise. She could imagine her reputation around the school now. Coach's horny wife, fucks anything in pants… She could have died of shame.
"Yeah, they're for real," Kent said, squeezing her tits. "Hey, Jim, cop a feel."
"Don't mind if I do," Jim said, coming over to touch Vicky's big ripe melons. He rubbed his hands over the hot quivering flesh and gave a long low whistle. "Fantastic," he sighed.
Vicky felt sharp tight panic in her belly. She could see what this W88 all leading to. A bunch of horny boys, plenty of booze-it could only mean that they'd all try to ball her. She whimpered and tried to break away, but Mike's huge hands held her arms firmly.
"Hey, honey," he said drunkenly, "don't leave yet. We're all gonna have a party. You're the guest of honor. Ain't she, brothers?"
"Yeah, and she's the main course, too," said Todd.
"Well, let's get to it," Kent said impatiently. "Get the rest of her clothes off."
"Oh, no," said Vicky.
She felt rough eager hands tugging off her clothes, lifting her up… she was lying stark naked in the center of the rug a circle of eager eyes focused on the coppery puff of her morn and the slick pink tissues of her snatch. It was like a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up.
"Don't make me wait," Kent said gruffly. "I'm so horny, I could kill."
They all laughed. "Well, you better do something about it, then," said Tod.
Before Vicky's horrified eyes, the boys all began to undress. Kent was a tall lanky kid of eighteen with long brown hair and a hawkish nose. She gawked at his exposed penis-it was skinny but incredibly long. He saw where she was looking, and he chuckled.
"Yeah, that's some dong, ain't it, baby?" he said. "Reaches halfway down the block when it's hard. I bet you'll really get off on it."
Shuddering, Vicky rolled onto her hands and knees and started crawling for the door. Vaguely she knew she had no chance for escape. Kent watched her, laughing soundlessly, as he quickly pumped his semi-limp penis into full taut erection. It waved heavily, menacingly, in front of him as he approached her.
"Nooo," Vicky wailed, "Nooo.."
"Don't pay no attention to that," said Tod. "She always says no at first. But later, man, wow.."
Vicky sprang to her feet, Kent hot after her. He backed her up against a wall. She stared at his grinning young face in honor, felt his sweaty strong hands reaching behind her, cupping her taut buttocks. He wrenched her forward, and she felt the cruel knife of his long skinny prick stabbing into the dry mouth of her cunt.
"Awwwww!" she screamed.
Kent forced her legs apart with his sharp knees, dug his rigid pointed prick deeper into her tight resisting cunt. She was flat against the wall and couldn't escape his brutal impalement. She felt his hard cockhead stabbing cruelly against her tender womb. He was panting loudly as he began to rape her, his enormously long dick slicing and jabbing deep and furiously in her quivering depths.
"Noooo," she wailed, "it's too long, it hurts…"
"You bet it's long," Kent gasped. "Gonna come right out your mouth if you don't relax and ride with it. Take it easy, baby.., juice up for me… you're too dry."
Vicky whimpered and shrieked as his cruel sharp prick reamed her again and again. The other boys crowded close to watch, their eyes focused hotly on Kent's long pale dick as it sliced furiously in and out of her hair-fringed pussylips. They licked their lips, grinned maliciously-as if she were a sideshow performance for their amusement. She knew she couldn't expect a grain of sympathy from any of them.
"This ain't no good," Kent panted. "She's too friggin' dry. Help me hold her. There's a better way…"
Again strong young arms lifted her, Kent muttering some instructions, and Vicky found herself held aloft with her legs spread wide. Mike held her under the arms, and Tod and Jim each held a leg, spread-eagling her for Kent. He grinned wickedly and stepped between her legs, fingering his long erect rosy dick.
"Now I can get in," he said.
Vicky screamed in horror as she felt his cruelly sharp long prick stabbing deep into her belly again. In this position her dryness made no difference, and he could fuck her freely. His buddies had a better view, too. They grinned and gawked as they watched his pounding pale cock stretching the small lips of her cunt, sinking deep into her, right down to his wildly flapping balls. Then Vicky felt something besides pain-the urgent fullness of her bladder. Kent's thick cock was slamming and crowding it, and to her shame and horror she just couldn't hold it in.
"Hey, look out!" Tod laughed.
Vicky moaned with mortification as a high yellow arch of urine shot from between the furry lips of her pussy. It hit Kent right on the chest and splattered all over him, to the others shrill amusement.
"Hey, Kent," Jim laughed, "maybe she's tryin' to tell ya something."
Kent didn't reply. He had a strange leer on his face as he watched her yellow stream splatter on his chest and belly. Vicky understood that he enjoyed it, was hotly excited by it.
"Fucked the piss right out of her," he sniggered. That brought another chorus of howls from her audience. Vicky closed her eyes and tried to blot out the horrible shame of it all. After what seemed ages, Kent growled hoarsely and flooded her womb with sizzling come. She felt his limp meat popping out of her, felt herself being lowered to the floor again…
"My turn," said Jim.
He was a rather short but broad-shouldered redhead, a powerful boy with thickly muscled legs and arms. Dizzily Vicky opened her eyes and studied his cock, praying it wouldn't be as long and tarp as Kent's. Her womb ached from the savage battering he'd given her. She almost sighed with relief when she saw Jim's short stubby prick. It was fat, but no more than four inches long, and it couldn't possibly hurt her.
She lay back limp and closed her eyes again, waiting for the next round to be over. She was surprised and frightened when Jim suddenly sat down on her chest, his taut muscular butt resting on the satiny cushion of her big heaving breasts.
"Wha-?" she gasped.
The boy crouched above her, grinning expectantly. His wormy-pale limp penis trailed softly, warmly, across her chin. His dangling rosy balls brushed her neck. When she caught his eye, he leered at her and brought his knees together to hold her head tightly in place.
"Blow me," he said.
The other boys howled with laughter.
"Hey, Jim, ordinary fucking ain't good enough for you, huh?" said Tod.
"I never got blown before," Jim said, eyeing Vicky's full lips intently. "None of the chicks at school will do it. I just wanta find out what it's like. Now, Vicky here, I bet she's a real experienced lady…"
Vicky eyed his prick, so pale it seemed blue-white. It was uncircumcised and ended in a wrinkled pointed tip. It sprang from a tight glistening forest of red hairs. It looked ugly to her, wormy… She felt like gagging.
"Come on, baby, open up," said Jim impatiently.
Vicky moaned and tried to shake her head, but it was locked between his knees. Jim seized her jaws and pinched them, forcing her mouth open, and he stuffed his limp wrinkled cock into her mouth.
"Hey, Jim," somebody taunted, "if she bites, you're in big trouble."
"If she bites," Jim said harshly, "I'll kill her."
She felt the cruel painful grip of his fingers on her jaw, and she knew he meant it. He let go, and Vicky began to suck.
The boys snickered and crouched around her to watch. Dizzily she saw their hot mocking eyes, heard their adolescent taunts.
"Hey, Vicky, that meat taste good?" "Some lunch, huh?"
"You gonna eat his come?"
She sucked tearfully, mechanically, waiting for the nightmare to pass. Jim's cock was like a fat drowsy worm on her tongue. She prayed he'd get hard quickly and shoot his load, but he seemed content just to sit there and leer at her. His face gradually went pink with horny delight, and he began to breathe heavily.
"Yeah, suck it, baby," he crooned, "suck that good meat… Show a little spirit, doll. Do it harder, faster…"
Sobbing, Vicky complied. She sucked him till her jaws ached, as fast and hard as she could, and the noise of her sucking got lewdly loud and slurpy, much to the boys' amusement.
"Listen to that… Tastes pretty good, huh, Vicky?"
"Sounds like she's really hungry for it." "Yeah, but she ain't had dessert yet"
Creeps, Vicky thought, dirty little creeps…
In that moment she vowed that she'd never be used by men again. She would use them for her own pleasure.
"Awwwww, shit, it's startin' to feel good.." Jim whined.
His cock suddenly lurched into life on her tongue. Vicky gagged as the swollen meat butted her throat and pressed down on her tongue. Strong salty juice began to dribble from his fat hard glans, assaulting her taste buds. She hated it, but she sucked him all the harder, hoping to bring him off and get him out of her tortured mouth.
"Jesus, YEAH!" Jim yelped.
Vicky gagged loudly as the blast of his thick sticky come hit her throat. She had to swallow in order not to choke, but she didn't enjoy it. He leaned over her, almost smothering her, to jab his short stubby prick furiously in and out of her achingly stretched lips. There was blast after blast of thick gooey come before his spraying cock finally went limp and slipped from her mouth.
"How'd it taste, honey?"
Vicky ignored the mocking question. Released from the grip of Jim's knees, she turned her face away and wiped her mouth harshly. She sobbed with shame…
"Hey, listen, there's something I heard about that I wanta try." it was Todd's voice, husky and excited.
"Well, I'm game," said Mike.
Vicky felt them moving her into another position, but she lay there like a corpse, dull and unresisting. They, rolled her onto her side, and Tod lay down facing her. She felt the sharp poking of his erect cock against her belly the wet touch of his dribbling glans.
"Hey, baby," he said softly, "open your legs for me…"
Vicky felt just a touch of interest, a dawning excitement. She'd always liked balling Tod, and if this was just a plain old-fashioned fuck, not some kinky humiliation, she could go for it. It didn't matter any more if they watched. They'd seen everything already.
She opened her legs and allowed him to slip the hard pole of his cock between the soft meeting place of her thighs. He sawed and poked around a little bit before slipping into the hot moist mouth of her cunt. He sighed as he- entered her, gliding slowly into her slick warm twat, and Vicky sighed, too. Balling Tod was a pleasant and familiar thing. She felt herself relaxing. She might as well get some fun out of this "Yeah, yeah," he whispered, "dig it, baby, enjoy… We're all friends. We just wanta have some fun… Dig that good stiff meat, baby, swing with it.."
Tod knew how to ball her just the way she liked it, and as long as she kept her eyes closed she could pretend there wasn't a leering audience. She began to move her hips in time to his slow deep strokes, feeling the sweet friction on her clit as his rigid shaft sawed back and forth…
"Nice?" he whispered.
"Ummm-hmmm," Vicky sighed.
She began to cream. Tod felt it and balled her a little harder, a little faster, intensifying her enjoyment. His rigid thick meat felt really good in her clinging hot cunt. She moved her hips faster to keep up with him.
"Okay, Mike, it's time," said Tod.
Vicky had no idea what he was talking about. She kept her eyes closed and went on moving to his rhythm, enjoying more and more the stiff stroking of his fine young cock in her aroused twat.
Then she felt big Mike lying down behind her, his broad sweaty chest pressing against her back. She felt the enormous fat pole of his erect cock against her quivering buttocks. She didn't understand… Then cold fear gripped her as she felt him wedging the great creamy knob of his dick into the tight wrinkled mouth of her anus.
"Noooo!" she screamed.
Tod and Mike gripped her hard so she couldn't move. She struggled violently, but they held her in place, and to her horror she felt Mike's huge bloated glans popping into her painfully-stretched rectal mouth. She screamed and screamed as he pushed inexorably up her tight untried asshole.
"AW, Christ, it's tight," Mike panted. "Tightest thing I ever got into.."
She felt his huge swollen dick sliding deep into her bowels, stuffing her so tight she could hardly breathe. She thought for sure he'd tear her, injure her, but her elastic rectum expanded to accommodate him. There were two swollen cocks in her belly now, Tod's and Mike's, pumping away and separated only by a thin membrane. The two boys were hotly excited, panting and gasping.
"Aw, Christ, this is fantastic," Tod said. "I can feel your dick.."
"I can feel yours," Mike laughed. "Crazy…"
Vicky was astonished to find that the double penetration felt good to her. More than good-it felt wonderful. Years of horny longing had brought her to the point where she needed this outlandish stuffing of her belly, needed two cocks to satisfy her insatiable lust. She gave a wet gurgle of excitement, and her cunt creamed furiously.
"Hey, baby, you gettin' off on this?" Tod panted.
What was the point in denying it? Her reputation was mined, her marriage wrecked. She had nothing to lose.
"Yessss," she whined, "Yessss!"
She heard the mocking laughter, saw Kent and Jim crawling closer to watch her get it in the ass and cunt-and she didn't care. She'd lost everything but her lust, so she'd live for that. Screeching her pleasure, she began to work her body in hot sensual jerks to the double probing in her belly. Mike's thick meat reamed deeply in her aroused asshole, and Tod's stiff cock jerked juicily in her gushing hot cunt. She began to come, and she howled without shame.
"Yes, ball me!" she wailed. "Ball my cunt, ball my ass… Ahhh, God, yessss!"
Suddenly the front door crashed open. Vicky and the boys staffed and jerked their heads around to stare at the intruder.
It was Coach Biff Benson, his face contorted with rage and shock. Big veins bulged in his neck as he stared at his wife and the two boys fucking her in her cunt and asshole. He shuddered and clenched his fists.
"Whore," he bellowed, "you rotten dirty whore…"