"Nope," said Biff. "Just as soon as I can get away."
He'd promised to take Bunny into the big city one day and buy her some new clothes. They'd have a whole night of uninhibited fucking at a hotel. Bunny was thrilled by the idea.
Biff thought it might be fun, but he had a far bigger adventure in minds What he really wanted was to fuck every one of those cute little cheerleaders, not just Bunny, but all four of them. And somehow he intended to manage it before the school year was over.
He hadn't told Bunny about this, of course. Women always had a stupid tendency to be jealous.
CHAPTER THREE
If Biff Benson had been at all observant or interested in his wife, he might have noticed something strange when he went home that evening. Vicky blushed deeply when he walked in the door, and she kept stammering all evening and avoiding his eyes. He paid no attention. He was trying to think of a way to seduce the other three cheerleaders, who were not "easy like Bunny.
Biff was very relieved when Vicky did not try to get him to make love to her that night. He knew it had been a long time since they'd balled and that she might be getting horny, but he just couldn't get it up for her after a strenuous afternoon of balling Bunny. Besides he knew every inch of Vicky's body, and though it was still beautiful, it bored him. It was out of the question for her to take a lover, of course. Coach Benson was a firm believer in the double standard.
So was Vicky, and that was why her conscience was bothering her, why she'd blushed and stammered all evening and been unable to meet Bill's eyes. Her seduction by Tod had left her with a very heavy load of guilt.
Yet she had loved every second of his love-making, she had to admit that. It was the kind of fucking she'd been craving for years, better than anything Biff had ever given her. If only her own husband could ball her like that, she'd never dream of being unfaithful.
The next day she went to watch football practice as usual, hoping her loyalty would attract Biff's attention. But as usual he greeted her in a preoccupied way and excused himself, saying he had a meeting and would be home late.
"Damn him!" Vicky muttered as she stalked off the field.
What did he expect her to do, bottle up all her sexual feelings for the rest of her life? She was only thirty-eight, and she had a lot of living to do yet.
"Mrs. Benson! Vicky!"
She blushed hotly when she heard Tod Mien's voice. What should she do? Out of anger for Biff, she was very tempted to take the kid on again, but her conscience told her it wasn't right. She was a married woman, and she believed in fidelity.
"Hello, Tod," she said nervously.
He grinned knowingly at her. "Don't worry," he said, "I don't want us to look conspicuous. We shouldn't be seen together too much. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be over in half an hour. I won't park in front of your house."
Before Vicky could reply, he loped off toward the parking lot. She stood there, open-mouthed with astonishment. Of all the nerve… Well, if he thought he could take her for granted, he had a surprise coming.
Vicky had hardly gotten home and taken off her coat before Tod arrived. He jabbed impatiently at the doorbell, and when she opened the door he grinned expectantly.
"Tod," she said firmly, "I want to tell you that there'll be no repetition of yesterday. It was a mistake, a very bad thing to do, and I don't want to see you again."
His face fell. "But, Vicky, I thought you really dug it."
She blushed deeply. "I don't want to discuss it, Tod. Please go away."
She started to close the door, but he began pushing against it. She couldn't hold her ground. She stumbled back into the living room, and Tod came crashing in. He locked the front door behind him. His face was flushed, and he looked menacing.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Vicky gasped.
"I'm gonna change your mind," he said.
"You get out of my house!" Vicky shouted.
"This is outrageous!"
He laughed. "Oh, yeah, it's outrageous, all right. Yesterday you let me ball you, and you loved it-don't tell me different, I remember. Today you're an iceberg. Well, I don't buy it, baby. I don't think you've changed that much in one day-and I intend to prove it."
He started toward her. Vicky screamed and ran down the hall, intending to lock herself in her bedroom. But Tod grabbed her before she could close the door. He seized her around the waist and began dragging her toward the king-size bed-the bed she'd shared with Biff for so long.
Vicky hit him with her fists and tried to break away from him. "Let me go!" she screamed. "This is rape. You can get in big trouble for this, Tod."
"Sure, sure," he said, "and you could get in trouble, too, lady, if Coach found out about yesterday. You better think twice before you tell on me."
Vicky wondered if she could dare call his bluff. Would anyone believe him if he said he'd made love to the Coach's wife? She went on struggling, but she didn't mention rape again.
"You might as well relax," Tod panted. "You can't outfight me."
He threw her onto the bed, knocking the breath out of her, and while Vicky lay stunned, he began to take off her clothes.
"Don't tear my clothes," she gasped.
"Then take them off yourself," said Tod. "It's up to you-take them off, or I'll tear them off."
Bursting into frustrated tears, Vicky straightened up and began to undress. She kicked off her shoes, then started unbuttoning her blouse, but all the dine her mind was working rapidly. There still had to be a way to stop him, not to fuck him again. But did she want to stop him? She thought of their love-making yesterday, and her loins melted with sudden lust. She needed his fucking-anyone's-so badly.
Tod stood over her, hands on hips, his handsome young face flushed with wicked excitement as he watched her take off her clothes. Jesus, she had great knockers, big pointed tits more exciting than anything in his horny fantasies. As she slipped off her blouse, he saw her huge creamy boobs straining in the confinement of her bra, the cleavage plump and deep.
"Hurry up, baby," he said huskily, "let me see them tits again."
Vicky blushed hotly as she unhooked her bra and drew it off. She felt ashamed as Tod gawked hungrily at her naked breasts.
"Nice," he said, "real nice. I bet Coach loves to play with them titties, huh?"
She didn't think she could blush any deeper, but she did. The boy was being purposely rude and obscene.
"Yeah, Coach is a real lucky guy," Tod taunted as he watched her, take off her skirt. "How often does he bang you, baby? Every night?"
Vicky moaned. Tod's words were meant to humiliate her, but all they did was sadden her. Sure, the boys on the team probably believed that Biff was a real stud. Little did they know. He hadn't made love to his own wife in over a month. She wept softly as she tossed aside her skirt and began easing down her panties.
Tod's breathing was very loud. His eyes focused hotly on her lower belly as she inched her panties downward, and he bent closer as the first fine auburn pubic curls sprang into view. She had a nice snatch, small and dainty but thick. The hair was coppery and shining.
"I bet ol' Coach likes a whiff of that," Tod said nastily.
Again Vicky sobbed in her secret knowledge. No one had ever gone down on her but Tod, and that was only yesterday. "Will you please stop mentioning my husband?" she said miserably. "Just do whatever you're going to do, and leave him out of this."
"Okay," said Tod, "but I was just kinda curious. I was wondering how come you were so horny yesterday. I thought Coach musta been takin' good care of you, so why would YOU want me?"
"Oh, stop!" Vicky wept.
The boy was coming too close to the truth. Yesterday she'd completely lost control of herself, wildly fucked this eighteen-year-old kid, because the famous Coach Benson had failed his wife in bed. Vicky tossed her panties aside almost defiantly and confronted the leering boy.