"Listen to that… Tastes pretty good, huh, Vicky?"
"Sounds like she's really hungry for it." "Yeah, but she ain't had dessert yet"
Creeps, Vicky thought, dirty little creeps…
In that moment she vowed that she'd never be used by men again. She would use them for her own pleasure.
"Awwwww, shit, it's startin' to feel good.." Jim whined.
His cock suddenly lurched into life on her tongue. Vicky gagged as the swollen meat butted her throat and pressed down on her tongue. Strong salty juice began to dribble from his fat hard glans, assaulting her taste buds. She hated it, but she sucked him all the harder, hoping to bring him off and get him out of her tortured mouth.
"Jesus, YEAH!" Jim yelped.
Vicky gagged loudly as the blast of his thick sticky come hit her throat. She had to swallow in order not to choke, but she didn't enjoy it. He leaned over her, almost smothering her, to jab his short stubby prick furiously in and out of her achingly stretched lips. There was blast after blast of thick gooey come before his spraying cock finally went limp and slipped from her mouth.
"How'd it taste, honey?"
Vicky ignored the mocking question. Released from the grip of Jim's knees, she turned her face away and wiped her mouth harshly. She sobbed with shame…
"Hey, listen, there's something I heard about that I wanta try." it was Todd's voice, husky and excited.
"Well, I'm game," said Mike.
Vicky felt them moving her into another position, but she lay there like a corpse, dull and unresisting. They, rolled her onto her side, and Tod lay down facing her. She felt the sharp poking of his erect cock against her belly the wet touch of his dribbling glans.
"Hey, baby," he said softly, "open your legs for me…"
Vicky felt just a touch of interest, a dawning excitement. She'd always liked balling Tod, and if this was just a plain old-fashioned fuck, not some kinky humiliation, she could go for it. It didn't matter any more if they watched. They'd seen everything already.
She opened her legs and allowed him to slip the hard pole of his cock between the soft meeting place of her thighs. He sawed and poked around a little bit before slipping into the hot moist mouth of her cunt. He sighed as he- entered her, gliding slowly into her slick warm twat, and Vicky sighed, too. Balling Tod was a pleasant and familiar thing. She felt herself relaxing. She might as well get some fun out of this "Yeah, yeah," he whispered, "dig it, baby, enjoy… We're all friends. We just wanta have some fun… Dig that good stiff meat, baby, swing with it.."
Tod knew how to ball her just the way she liked it, and as long as she kept her eyes closed she could pretend there wasn't a leering audience. She began to move her hips in time to his slow deep strokes, feeling the sweet friction on her clit as his rigid shaft sawed back and forth…
"Nice?" he whispered.
"Ummm-hmmm," Vicky sighed.
She began to cream. Tod felt it and balled her a little harder, a little faster, intensifying her enjoyment. His rigid thick meat felt really good in her clinging hot cunt. She moved her hips faster to keep up with him.
"Okay, Mike, it's time," said Tod.
Vicky had no idea what he was talking about. She kept her eyes closed and went on moving to his rhythm, enjoying more and more the stiff stroking of his fine young cock in her aroused twat.
Then she felt big Mike lying down behind her, his broad sweaty chest pressing against her back. She felt the enormous fat pole of his erect cock against her quivering buttocks. She didn't understand… Then cold fear gripped her as she felt him wedging the great creamy knob of his dick into the tight wrinkled mouth of her anus.
"Noooo!" she screamed.
Tod and Mike gripped her hard so she couldn't move. She struggled violently, but they held her in place, and to her horror she felt Mike's huge bloated glans popping into her painfully-stretched rectal mouth. She screamed and screamed as he pushed inexorably up her tight untried asshole.
"AW, Christ, it's tight," Mike panted. "Tightest thing I ever got into.."
She felt his huge swollen dick sliding deep into her bowels, stuffing her so tight she could hardly breathe. She thought for sure he'd tear her, injure her, but her elastic rectum expanded to accommodate him. There were two swollen cocks in her belly now, Tod's and Mike's, pumping away and separated only by a thin membrane. The two boys were hotly excited, panting and gasping.
"Aw, Christ, this is fantastic," Tod said. "I can feel your dick.."
"I can feel yours," Mike laughed. "Crazy…"
Vicky was astonished to find that the double penetration felt good to her. More than good-it felt wonderful. Years of horny longing had brought her to the point where she needed this outlandish stuffing of her belly, needed two cocks to satisfy her insatiable lust. She gave a wet gurgle of excitement, and her cunt creamed furiously.
"Hey, baby, you gettin' off on this?" Tod panted.
What was the point in denying it? Her reputation was mined, her marriage wrecked. She had nothing to lose.
"Yessss," she whined, "Yessss!"
She heard the mocking laughter, saw Kent and Jim crawling closer to watch her get it in the ass and cunt-and she didn't care. She'd lost everything but her lust, so she'd live for that. Screeching her pleasure, she began to work her body in hot sensual jerks to the double probing in her belly. Mike's thick meat reamed deeply in her aroused asshole, and Tod's stiff cock jerked juicily in her gushing hot cunt. She began to come, and she howled without shame.
"Yes, ball me!" she wailed. "Ball my cunt, ball my ass… Ahhh, God, yessss!"
Suddenly the front door crashed open. Vicky and the boys staffed and jerked their heads around to stare at the intruder.
It was Coach Biff Benson, his face contorted with rage and shock. Big veins bulged in his neck as he stared at his wife and the two boys fucking her in her cunt and asshole. He shuddered and clenched his fists.
"Whore," he bellowed, "you rotten dirty whore…"
CHAPTER TEN
Vicky lurched away from her young partner and began pulling on her clothes. Biff watched her with deep contempt. "I'm divorcing you," he said coldly. "I don't wanta be married to no tramp."
Vicky and the boys felt the obvious retort on the tips of their tongues: Buff had just been enjoying himself with four young girls, so where did he get off, criticizing Vicky? But all of them knew Coach Benson too well. He believed in the double standard, and what was right for him was wrong for his wife. There was no point in trying to change his mind.
"How long has this been going on?" he demanded, seizing Vicky's arm roughly.
"What does it matter," said Vicky dully, "if you're going to divorce me anyway? Just take me home, Biff, and I'll start packing my things."
Just then the front door flew open, and there stood Judy, the smallest and shyest of the cheerleaders. Her dark eyes flashed hatred at Biff Benson.
"You better be nice to your wife, Coach," she said coldly. "You're going to need her."
"Whaddya mean?" said Biff. "Whaddya mean busting in here, Judy?"
"I've got some bad news for you, Coach," she said. "You're through. You're finished with coaching here and everywhere else. I talked the other girls into signing a complaint with me. We're going to tell the school board everything you did to us."
Biff's beefy face went chalky pale. "Hey, now, Judy," he said soothingly, "don't do that. We can work something out. I got money-"
"No," Judy said decisively. "No amount of money in the world can make up for what you did to me, you animal. Face it, Coach-you're all washed up."
Biff sank to his knees and cried like a baby. His wife and his students watched him with expressions of loathing and contempt.
Three days later Vicky and Biff were on their way to California and a new life. Biff had been fired by the school board and would have to seek some other kind of work. He'd begged Vicky to stand by him, and since she had no other prospects, she'd agreed. Her future seemed as bleak as his.