"Yessir, Mrs. Benson," he said drunkenly, "you are a real nice lady. Real beautiful. Coach sure is a lucky guy."
"Yeah," said Tod tittering, obviously smashed, "and I know just how lucky he is."
Vicky turned to glare at him. "Watch it, Tod," she said meaningfully. "Please watch what you say."
He giggled. "Aw, it's okay, Vicky. Mike knows all about us."
Vicky's mouth fell open. She glanced at the two boys and blushed deeply at their knowing grins. "Tod," she said in a stricken voice, "you promised-you swore you'd never tell."
"Some guys'll say anything, just to get into a girl's pants," he replied nonchalantly. "Anyhow, you don't hafta worry 'bout ol' Mike. He's my buddy. He won't rat on us."
Mike grinned at her. "Hell, no," he said enthusiastically, "I won't rat-not if you cut me in on some of the action." He giggled. "Get what I mean?"
"I certainly do," Vicky said stiffly, "and I'm leaving. Let me out of here."
"Uh-uh, doll, not yet," said Tod, tightening his grip around her waist. "Me and Mike didn't come out here just to drink and shoot the shit. We were hopin' you'd be nice to us."
"To BOTH of you?" Vicky said incredulously. "You must be crazy."
"Yeah, fuck-crazy," laughed Mike. "You wouldn't believe how horny we are tonight, Mrs. Benson. We were just sittin' there in the bar sayin' to each other how horny we were, and then you walked in-like the answer to a prayer."
Vicky's stomach tightened. "Now, look, boys," she said carefully, "don't do something you'll regret. This is very serious. You have the team and your future to think about. You just don't need a rape conviction.
Tod snickered. "Who said anything about rape? I know you, baby, and I know you want it."
Vicky was glad they couldn't see her blush of shame. What Tod said was all too true. Everytime he'd made love to her, despite her initial resistance, she'd responded to him passionately. No wonder he thought she'd be willing to take on two boys at once. He'd probably told Mike the same thing. Oh, God, how many others had he told…?
"Please, Tod," she said shakily, "let me out. I don't want to do this."
"Sure ya do," Tod said, sweeping her into a drunken embrace. "You always say no at first, but later-oh, wow!"
Vicky tried to break away from him, but he was much too strong far her. Mike scrunched over into the far corner of the seat while Tod pushed her down on her back. Her head came to rest in Mike's lap, and she had a nightmare view of his face, upside-down and grinning. Tod crouched over, panting, tearing at her clothes.
"Mike," she said desperately, "Mike, you're a good boy. Please stop this…"
He laughed harshly. "I ain't no good boy. That's just a put-on. Sorry, Mrs. Benson, but I'm just as dirty-minded as the rest."
He and Tod cackled. Vicky saw no cause for amusement, Tod had her pinned down on the seat of the car, and Mike was holding her shoulders. There was no escape. Tod fumbled with her clothes and managed to strip off her shoes, coat, skirt, and blouse. Both boys gawked at her lush form in bra and panties.
"Man, ain't she beautiful?" Tod sighed.
"She sure as hell is," Mike agreed, "but let's get the rest of her stuff off. I wanta see them famous tits. They really as big as they look?"
"You better believe it," Tod giggled.
While Vicky sobbed in humiliation, the feverishly-panting boy unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. The two boys gawked at her big swollen breasts and their pointed light-pink nipples. Even in the shadowy back seat, Vicky's tits looked enormous and jutting.
"Holy shit," said Mike reverently, "they're for real. I never woulda believed it. I just gotta touch em.
"Go ahead," said Tod. "You take that end, and I'll take this."
Mike's big hot sweaty hands began to fumble with her naked breasts, eagerly squeezing great creamy fistfuls of warm flesh. Vicky felt Tod tugging at her panties. She wondered desperately if there was anything she could do to stop this rape. There was only one more play she could think of.
"Bays," she said quickly, "I know this is just a little fun to you, but it's very serious to me. If you go through with this, I'm going to tell my husband-I swear it."
They laughed harshly. "You go right ahead and tell him, lady," said Tod. "He don't dare kick us off the team. We're his best players, and he needs us for that state title. That's the most important thing in the world to him-even more important than you."
Vicky sobbed. It was true. All Biff cared about was himself and his image. She knew for certain that he'd sacrifice his own wife to win the state championship. Then what in God's name was she resisting for? A husband like that didn't deserve her fidelity.
Mike gave a low whistle as Tod succeeded in puffing off her panties. They both eyed her pretty triangular auburn muff. "Man, she is all female," Mike said hungrily. "What a gorgeous bod… I suppose you get to go first?"
"Yep," Tod said smugly. "After all, I found her. But don't worry, big buddy, you'll get your turn."
Mike laughed good-naturedly and went on playing with Vicky's tits. Tod pulled her legs roughly apart and knelt between them. Vicky felt the cool air on her naked pussy, and she could almost feel the intensity of Tod's eyes as he stared at her exposed red slit. She felt degraded, shamed…
"Aw, mellow out, baby," said Tod. "Why the tears? You know you're gonna like it. Just as soon as I get some stiff meat up that hot little hole of yours, you're gonna go crazy. I don't understand why you always protest…"
Vicky shook her head and wept.
Tod slipped his hand into her moist snatch and located the little warm shaft of her clit. He began to rub it with his fingertip, the way he knew she liked it…
"Noooo," Vicky whimpered.
"Hey, whaddya doin', man?" said Mike. "This is no time to play stink-finger. Let's get it on."
"She's a lot better when she gets warmed up," said Tod. "We don't wanta fuck no dry cunt."
"Man," Mike said impatiently, "right now I'd fuck anything on legs-two legs or four, it wouldn't make no difference. So hurry up. I want my turn."
Tod ignored him. He knew his friend would be much more impressed if he got Vicky hot and horny. He seized Vicky's clit between thumb and forefinger and began to knead it gently but insistently.
"Ahhhh, God, noooo," Vicky cried.
She felt the sharp jolts of pleasure radiating from her clit, the cream beginning to seep from her vagina, and she prayed that this time she wouldn't make a slut of herself. She was all too aware of how badly she needed a lover-and her wicked pussy was telling her that two strong young cocks would be even better than one…
"That's better," said Ted. "I feel that juice, baby. You're gettin' hot.."
Tod's naughty play with her sensitive silky clit was getting her horny fast. A new, evil voice told her tonight she could get really well fucked. Nobody had to know. These boys were too smart to blow a good deal.
"Yeah, yeah," Tod crooned, "get hot for me, baby. You're creamin' all over my hand now. That's what I want. And I know what you want-some good hard dick…"
"Then give it to her, fer chrissake," Mike said impatiently.
Vicky's head was still in his lap, and she could feel the long rigid line of his erect young penis. His big hands kneaded her big ripe breasts, and his eyes were focused hotly on her exposed snatch and Tod's fingers as he massaged her clit.
"Do it, do it," Mike said hoarsely.
Ted was getting just as impatient as his friend. Vicky wasn't as juicy as he'd have liked, she wasn't aroused and begging for it, but he was tired of coaxing her. He began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.
Vicky watched tearfully as Tod let down his pants. His pale young cock was hugging his belly stiffly in a rigid hard-on. Just the sight of it was enough to make her cunt cream violently again.
"Okay, doll, here we go," Tod panted. "Here's what you want…"
In one last attempt to save her pride, Vicky twisted violently and tried to close her legs, but Tod held them roughly apart and Mike pressed down on her shoulders, keeping her in position. She sobbed helplessly as Tod's hard young body sank down on her. She felt the swollen knob of his erect young dick sinking into the mushy hot mouth of her cunt.