Norma Egan: The coach_s wife

"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.