Norma Egan - The coach_s wife

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.

"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.