Norma Egan - The coach_s wife

"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.