Norma Egan: The coach_s wife

It had been so long since she'd been fucked. So damned long…

Tod jammed his mouth harder on hers, leaned more heavily against her, as if he sensed her indecision. He was breathing very hard. His firm hands began to wander over her lush body, till he touched the hot jutting mounds of her breasts, and then she heard him moan. He cupped the big fleshy mountains, squeezed them hungrily.

Vicky thought she was going to faint with need. She wanted this so badly that it killed her to push him away. Nevertheless, it was out of the question to make love to this eighteen-year-old boy. He was young enough to be her son.

At last she succeeded in twisting her mouth away from his. "Tod," she gasped, "you've got to stop this. It's not right. I'm the coach's wife.."

"I don't give a shit about that," Tod said fervently. He was still squeezing her breast. "It wouldn't matter whose wife you were. You're beautiful, and I want you."

All of this was true. Tod was no virgin. He'd had a few of the "bad" girls in school, as had most of the team. But at eighteen his need for sex was almost insatiable, and a voluptuous woman like Vicky brought it out in full force. For three years now, ever since he joined the team and met Biff and Vicky Benson, he'd been having erotic fantasies about the coach's wife. At night in bed he'd jack off thinking of her, imagining those long legs spread for him, her beautiful face twisted with lust… This was their first time alone together, and Tod simply couldn't resist trying.

"Tod please," she whimpered, trying to squirm out of his embrace. "I'm married. I'm way too old for you. This is just ridiculous. Please, let me go."

He ignored her protests and kissed her again.

Vicky moaned as his mouth clamped onto hers and his slick tongue slid again between her lips. She wanted him so much, she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. Her vagina felt red-hot with need, and it was beginning to cream heavily, moistening the crotch of her panties.

Oh, damn you, Biff, she thought, why didn't you take better care of me? This is your fault…

She knew she should get rough-scream, claw, kick. Let the kid know definitely that he couldn't ball the coach's wife. But all she did was lean back limp against the couch, panting and whimpering, while Tod kissed and pawed her. Her conscience screamed at her that this was all wrong, but her seething hungry pussy screamed yes, YES…

Tod suddenly ripped her blouse right down the middle.

Vicky gasped, but before she could do anything else, the panting boy had ripped open her bra, too, exposing her naked breasts. Vicky's stare was one of horror, Tod's one of wonder and delight.

"Oh, Christ," he said breathlessly, "you've got the mast beautiful tits I ever saw…"

He wasn't exaggerating. They were dream tits, Playboy tits, like he'd never imagined existed in real life. There was speculation in the locker room that Mm. Benson's great jutting breasts just had to be padded or somehow faked, that no mortal woman could have boobs that big and well-shaped. But Tod was seeing the real thing for himself, and there was no fakery about it.

Her mountainous breasts were like great swollen creamy melons with large light-pink nipples. They rode high and firm, with not a wrinkle or a sag, still ripe with youth and perfectly formed. Each tit was as big as his head. It was like his every erotic fantasy come true…

"Oh, Jesus," he moaned.

He buried his face against the hot quivering flesh of her mammoth breasts, rubbing his cheeks over the silky skin, kissing the great mounds hungrily. All he'd ever done before was screw. He'd never taken the time to play with a woman's body. Now, on impulse, he kissed one of her pretty pink nipples, then stuck out his tongue and began to lick the exquisitely soft flesh.

"Ohhhhhh!" Vicky moaned softly.

She couldn't seem to get control of herself. When his slick hot tongue began to tickle the tender flesh of her nipple, she felt a sting of pleasure that shot right down to her seething hungry fussy. It felt soooo good… Biff had never indulged in foreplay with her. He considered it unmanly. He was a good lay, but all he ever did was jump on her and ball her.

Tod clamped his mouth onto her delicate pink nipple and began to suck it. The wet slick bath felt fantastically exciting to her, and she barely kept from moaning. Her cunt was creaming furiously now, soaking right through her panties and wetting the back of her skirt.

As he hungrily sucked her nipple, Tod eased down her torn blouse and bra, leaving her naked to the waist, and still she couldn't bear to push him away. She was breathing as hard as he was now, terribly excited, and she had to keep herself from reaching out and touching him. At last he popped his mouth from her nipple, and they both looked wonderingly at the wet gleaming pink protuberance, now taut and erect from his sucking.

"I want you," he said huskily. "I want you so fuckin' bad…"

"No, Tod, noooo," wailed Vicky.

He was pushing her down on the couch, his hard sweaty young body pressing down on her, pinning her. As he kissed her feverishly, she felt the rigid rock-hard line of his cock right through his jeans. Again her head swam with dizzy longing as she thought of how wonderful it would feel to have that stiff meat up her starved cunt.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "nobody'll know. I sweat to God I'll never tell."

His hand was under her short skin, moving sweatily up her silky thigh. She had to push him away now, or it would be too late. A little kissing, a little fondling, could be laughed off, but he was getting serious now. His erection burned against her, his hand slowly approached her wet hungry pussy. Any decent woman would stop him-NOW…

Vicky did nothing, only lay there limp and gasping as Tod's hand touched the waistband of her panties and the first delicate fringe of pubic curls. His burning face nuzzled against her neck. He slipped a finger inside the elastic waistband and touched the fine moist springy curls of her mons. His finger eased between the puffed furry lips and touched the red-hot little button of her clitoris, the most sensitive organ of her body.

"Oooooooo!" Vicky wailed.

Biff had never touched her there, and she was astonished at how responsive the tiny organ was, how fierce dizzying pleasure ripped through her loins when Tod began to rub her clit with the tip of his finger. She was helpless. She let her legs fall open a little and began to whimper with horny need as he played with her tiny moist joy-button.

Tod was almost as surprised as Vicky. He'd only wanted to cop a feel, but he'd found something that really turned her on. He didn't know what that tiny button of flesh was for, but she liked being touched there, so he kept doing it. Cream literally flooded from her cunt, soaking his hand, and she helplessly twitched her slim hips in time to the quick strokes of his finger. Jesus, maybe he was actually going to get into her…

"Ohhhhhh, my God, ohhhhh," Vicky whined.

Red hot pleasure burned in her tender clit, and the urgent need in her long-neglected cunt was almost overpowering. Feverishly she tried to calculate the risks of giving in to this boy. He'd promised not to tell, though she didn't put much faith in that. Impossible not to brag to his buddies that he'd balled the coach's wife. She'd have to bank on them not believing him. The only other danger was that Biff might come home, but there wasn't much chance of that. He'd been staying out so late She wanted it. So she made up reasons for doing it.

The biggest reason was Biff. Goddamn it, he had an obligation to keep her sexually satisfied, and he hadn't done it. She had every right to seek satisfaction elsewhere.

Tod kissed her hungrily again, his tongue playing hotly over hers, and he eased his soaked finger farther between her legs, into the slick wet burning tissues which were still a complete mystery to him. He located the creaming hot mouth of her vagina and slowly wriggled his finger inside…