The instant his body touched hem, she felt a rush of lust so strong that she could hardly control it. She wanted desperately to return his embrace, his kiss, to give herself up to him completely. For one dizzy moment she thought how delicious it would be to just lie back and spread her legs for this eager kid, to feel that wonderful hard adolescent cock easing into her starved cunt.

It had been so long since she'd been fucked. So damned long…

Tod jammed his mouth harder on hers, leaned more heavily against her, as if he sensed her indecision. He was breathing very hard. His firm hands began to wander over her lush body, till he touched the hot jutting mounds of her breasts, and then she heard him moan. He cupped the big fleshy mountains, squeezed them hungrily.

Vicky thought she was going to faint with need. She wanted this so badly that it killed her to push him away. Nevertheless, it was out of the question to make love to this eighteen-year-old boy. He was young enough to be her son.

At last she succeeded in twisting her mouth away from his. "Tod," she gasped, "you've got to stop this. It's not right. I'm the coach's wife.."

"I don't give a shit about that," Tod said fervently. He was still squeezing her breast. "It wouldn't matter whose wife you were. You're beautiful, and I want you."

All of this was true. Tod was no virgin. He'd had a few of the "bad" girls in school, as had most of the team. But at eighteen his need for sex was almost insatiable, and a voluptuous woman like Vicky brought it out in full force. For three years now, ever since he joined the team and met Biff and Vicky Benson, he'd been having erotic fantasies about the coach's wife. At night in bed he'd jack off thinking of her, imagining those long legs spread for him, her beautiful face twisted with lust… This was their first time alone together, and Tod simply couldn't resist trying.