Norma Egan - The coach_s wife

"Hey, you're really beautiful, you know?" Rod said to Vicky.

His brown eyes gleaned with real interest as she removed her bra and allowed her mammoth creamy breasts to slope into their natural jutting shape. He gently caressed her big pink nipples, rubbing his thumbs over the silky flesh.

"Thanks," Vicky said, smiling. "You're not so bad yourself."

He had his shirt off, and she caressed his flat tan hairless chest. He was really a very attractive young man. She felt a sudden heat and moisture in her pussy. It'd been several days now since anyone had made love to her, and she was ready-more than ready.

Rod laughed and reached around to unzip her blue bell-bottom pants. Vicky allowed him to slip the garment off. He knelt before her and began to tug down her blue bikini panties, watching avidly as the first coppery cunt-hairs sprang into view.

He laughed softly. "Hey, you're a real redhead." "Everything about me is real," said Vicky, leaning forward to let her long melon-shaped breasts brush his face.

Rod quickly tugged down her panties and helped her step out of them. Then he buried his face in her fragrant red mons-muff. She felt his hot moist breath on her plump mons, and another bunt of beat and wetness took place in her aroused vagina.

"Ahhh," she sighed.

He'd wriggled his tongue through the furry covering of her mons and begun to tickle the little red shaft of her clit. This kid really knew his business. Vicky whimpered and drew her legs farther apart, allowing his slick hot tongue to play freely on her most sensitive organ. A little river of pussyjuice trickled from her cunt and trailed down her thigh…

"Eat me," she murmured.

In the other alcove, Biff was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching with undisguised lust as Carol removed her bra and panties.

"I thought you hippie chicks didn't wear no bra," he said.

Carol laughed. "In the first place, we re not really hippies," she said. "We just dress this way to get rides. It's amazing how many people want to meet hippies. And in the second place, if you got boobs as big as mine, you gotta wear a bra."

Biff soon saw what she meant. As she tossed aside her bra, her ripe young breasts bounced out of their confinement, swinging heavily. Biff whistled. She had tits almost as big as Vicky's, great fleshy globes bigger than his fists and topped with little pointed pink nipples. Her breasts were perfectly firm, without a sag or a wrinkle, but so full and heavy that he wondered why they didn't droop. She saucily wiggled them for him, making the creamy rounds bounce furiously, and Biff almost fell off the bed.

"Some knockers, huh?" Carol said, proudly.

"They've been like that since I was thirteen."

"You musta drove the boys wild at school," Biff chuckled.

"Yeah, everybody tried to cop a feel," said Carol, "even a couple of my teachers. That's how I passed Spanish…"

Suddenly Biff thought of Bunny and how she'd dreamed of seducing her English teacher in order to pass the course. Bunny was lost to him now, and he'd probably never have a young girl again unless he paid for it. He was no longer an important man, and from now on he'd have to pay for his pleasure. He felt deeply depressed-but the sight of Carol taking off her panties vaulted him back into a good mood.

She faced him, her body arched in his direction, and slowly rolled down the tight lacy pink panties, taunting him like a stripper. Biff watched avidly. She was tan all over, her belly taut and flat. A few inches below her belly button, golden springy curls began to pop into view. She had a really big muff, covering the whole lower half of her belly.

"That drove the boys wild, too," she said naughtily.

"I'll bet," said Biff.

Carol kicked her panties away and stood there displaying herself to him, a young golden-haired slut with mocking blue eyes. She spread her legs so he could get a tantalizing glimpse of her scarlet moist slit. Her clit was big, poking out saucily from her golden muff.

Biff couldn't sit still any longer. With a lusty growl he sprang to his feet and grabbed the girl in a sweaty ape-like embrace. He pawed her feverishly, feeling the tight rounds of her cute little ass, the big bulging globes of her tits, the silky puff of her pussy fur.

"You gonna do something nice for me, Biff?" she purred.

"You name it," he said hoarsely.

She laughed and wriggled out of his arms. While Biff watched her swinging breasts hungrily, Carol vaulted onto the bed and flopped down on her back. She spread her legs lewdly wide, showing him the whole wet red expanse of her pussy with its thick fringe of golden hair. Her pink tongue flicked out to taunt him, and she fingered the large red shaft of her clit.

"Lick me," she said softly. "Lick my pussy."

Biff dived for her wet gleaming slit. Burrowing between her silky warm thighs, he stuck out his thick red tongue and began lashing her clit. His efforts were greeted by a scalding rush of juice from her cunt that soaked his face.

"Yeah, yeah…" she moaned. "That's good, Biff. You're a real good pussy eater."

He licked and tongued eagerly in the girl's salty fragrant snatch, lapping up her cream as fast as it came. She squealed with pleasure and dug her nails into the bedspread.

"Yeah," she whimpered, "real good… Hey, suck my clit, Biff… I really get off on that."

It wasn't difficult to take that long fat clit in his mouth. He'd never seen a clit that big before. But it was every bit as sensitive as a small one. He fastened his lips firmly around it and sucked it greedily, swiftly, and Carol moaned homely with pleasure. Her young cunt spewed a river of horny cream.

Biff happened to glance through the alcove and saw his wife in exactly the same position as Carol, sprawled on the bed, her legs wide apart, squealing with pleasure as Rod sucked her clit. Biff chuckled. It was like a mirror image, doubling his excitement…

"Oh, Christ, that's enough," Carol panted. "I don't wants come yet. It's more fun to drag it out."

She laughed and rolled away from him, and Buff grinned and wiped her thick cream off his face. "Now what?" he said eagerly.

"Now I undress you," said Carol.

She pushed him down on his back and began to strip off his clothes. Biff submitted blissfully, for everyplace she uncovered she plastered with wet kisses and tickled with her expert little tongue. When at last she tugged off his shorts, his excited cock sprang straight up and pointed at the ceiling.

"Hey, that's some stiff dick you got there," Carol laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were horny."

"Who, me?" Biff chuckled. "Naw, I don't go in for that stuff."

"Me either," said Carol. "Let's go roller-skating instead."

Biff was still chuckling when he felt the first scalding wet touch of her tongue on the bloated sensitive head of his cock. The impish girl licked around and around the creamy hot glans, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through his loins.

"Aw, shit, yes," Biff gasped, "lick my dick, baby…"

He gave a sensual shudder as he felt her quick wet tongue tickling into his creaming glans hole, reaming out his juice. She gurgled lustily as she savored and swallowed it. Then, her mischievous pink tongue lapped and lashed down the whole taut length of his erect prick, wetting it thoroughly with her saliva.

"Awww, baby," Biff groaned, "lick that meat… yeah…"

It wasn't long before thick steamy juice was dribbling steadily from the purple knob of his cock and he was so rampantly horny, he couldn't lie still. He thought of her blazing tight young cunt, and he gave a horny growl and grabbed at her.

"I gotta stick it in you," he gasped. "Let's do it now."

Carol smiled and held him off. "Let's go in the other room," she said.

"Huh?" said Biff. "With them?"