Norma Egan - The coach_s wife

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.

Biff slept so soundly that he didn't hear his wife come in at three in the morning, and the next day he didn't notice her guilty face at breakfast.

"Listen, honey," he said to Vicky, "I'm gonna be pretty late tonight. Don't wait dinner for me. In fact it could be midnight before I get home."

"Well, that works in with my plans," Vicky said.

"I thought I'd get out of town for the day, go to the city and do some shopping. I might even stay overnight, if that's okay with you."

It was more than okay. Biff was delighted. With Vicky out of the house, he could bring a girl home with him and romp all over the place. "Sure, honey," he said, "you do that. You need to get away for a while."

He didn't notice the strange cynical look on her face. He grabbed his hat and coat and hurried off to school.

Biff could hardly wait for the day's work to end. He was glad to see the boys trot off to the showers after football practice.

Biff strolled over to the girls' gym to watch the cheerleaders practice. He frankly ogled their sweet jiggling tits and round butts. Judy seemed unnerved by his presence, blowing some of her routines. Biff leered at her. He felt confident of his power dyer her, over all of them. When they finished their practice, he'd made his next choice.

"Hey, Lisa," he said, "could you stay a minute? I wanta talk to you about that game that's coming up.

"Oh, sure, Coach," she said, smiling and popping her chewing gum.

Lisa was kind of a dingbat, like Bunny, but she had more style. Bunny had almost white-blonde hair, but Lisa's was golden, almost a corn color. She was stacked, too, and made Bunny look like a skinny boy in contrast. Lisa was the tallest of the cheerleaders, a gorgeous rangy girl with long perfect legs. She came from a poor family and was consumed with the ambition to be Somebody.

The other girls wandered off. He noticed that Judy gave him a sharp glance-but, fuck her. He didn't care if she guessed his intentions or not. Lisa did a few more cartwheels and flips, probably showing off for him, and Biff stared lustily at her cute round butt tightly encased in white bikini panties. Flushed and smiling, she ran over to him.

"So, what's up, Coach?" she said. "What did you wanta talk to me about?"

He saw the rigid bumps of her nipples under her tight shirt, the big jiggling globes of her healthy young breasts, and suddenly he couldn't wait to go to his office. He decided to have her right there in the gym. The others were gone for the day, and the janitor didn't work here till late at night. He figured it was safe.

Grinning, he stepped right up to her and said, "Here's what I wanted to talk to you about, kid." He swept her into his crushing embrace and kissed her hard.

Lisa squealed and wriggled out of his grasp. She laughed nervously. "Hey, Coach," she said, "don't kid around."

"I ain't kidding around," said Biff, eyeing her hungrily. "I'm dead serious. I had my eye on you for some time, Lisa. We could have a lotta fun together."

"Fun?" she looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Coach?"

He moved closer and reached out to cup her loose jiggling breasts. Lisa's face flamed. "I mean I'd like to get it on with you," he said, breathing heavily. "I guess that's what you kids call it-getting it on. I'd like to take you to bed."

She gawked at him. "But, Coach! I-I-well, I mean, you're a married man, and I'm a student, and-and-"

"SO what?" said Buff, giving her full tits another squeeze. "I'm a man, and you're a woman, that's all that matters. If we want each other, and nobody knows about it, then where's the hassle? Come on, Lisa, say yes. I really got the hots for you, honey…"

She giggled and shook her head in confusion. She kept popping her gum nervously. She didn't try to take his hands off her breasts, but she didn't move closer, either.

"Aw, gee, Coach," she said at last, "I dunno. I mean, I'm flattered and all that. Everybody thinks you're great. But-well, wow, I could get pregnant. And I got a steady boyfriend-he wouldn't like it. I just don't think I wanta do it, Coach."

These things were true, but what Lisa didn't add was that she found Coach Benson overweight, ugly, and faintly repulsive.

Buff was getting red in the face. "Now, look, sweetie," he said menacingly, "you've had your say, but I don't give a shit about that. I want you. I'm an important guy in this town, and I could make trouble for you if I wanted to. You better think about that."

Lisa studied him carefully. Unlike Judy, she felt no outrage, just cold calculation. He was an important man, all right, but that meant he could help her as well as hinder her. She saw that he meant to have his way-so she might as well take advantage of his lust for her.

"All right, Coach," she said calmly, "let's make a deal. You can force me, of course, but it'd be a lot nicer if I cooperated, right? And I'll cooperate if you'll do something for me."

Biff grinned. He liked her sensible approach. "Okay, kid," he said, "lay it on me, and I'll consider it."

"I want the women's club scholarship," said Lisa, her eyes hard and deliberate. "I want to go to the State University, and I need that money. You get me that scholarship, and I'll do what you want for the rest of the term."

Biff spun it around: he had plenty of pull and could easily get money for his nominees. Lisa wasn't the best scholar, but she was okay, and he could make up a sob story about her poverty. It would work.

"You got it," he said.

Lisa smiled-a smile as cold as ice. She had it made now. She could join her boy friend at the university and work on him till he proposed. She knew just how to do that, too-holding out the temptation of her virginity. She knew men had this absurd thing about virgin brides.

"All right, Coach," she said. "When? Where?"

"Here and now," said Biff. "You got me so hot, I'm almost coming."

Lisa laughed. She got a kick out of seeing the famous Coach Benson drooling over her like a sophomore.

"Right here," said Biff breathlessly, "on this mat… Come on, doll, hurry. I gotta have it quick."

They sank down on the tumbling mat, and Lisa allowed Buff to paw her body. She felt no excitement and didn't want to feel any. To Lisa, men were something to use, not to enjoy. She never let sex overcome her common sense. As Biff thrust his big sweaty hands up under her shirt and cupped her naked breasts, she was plotting how to give him his kicks without sacrificing her virginity. She needed it for more important things.

"Aw, baby, baby," Biff panted, "you got real nice tits."

He pushed her shirt up over her large bra-less breasts and ogled the snowy firm mounds. Her tits weren't as big as Judy's, but they were plenty big enough, the rater flat loose kind that really swung and jiggled.