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Last part of this wonderful series on a suburban soccer mom fully
realizing her inner thirst for sex.

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SOCCER MOM Part Four of Four

Written by Titslave / Feb 3, 2000


Vicki sent Tonya on a sleepover with her cousins in the next county.
Tonya wouldn't be back til Sunday night.

Vicki and Tim anticipated the day of the Saturday evening soccer
banquet, but for radically different reasons. Tim schemed how to
humiliate HER for a change. Starting the day before she was
preoccupied with looking as luscious as possible. She couldn't wait to
be the party chick that made all the young guys get hard. On Saturday
morning she stood at the side of the bed, touching herself as Tim lay
sleeping. When he awoke she was facing a mirror, dressed in nothing
except jeans, and looking into the mirror at him. Usually she turned
her back to him when dressing out of modesty but now she turned
halfway and looked down at him with a lusty look. He couldn't help
staring at her breasts, his eyes filled with their full, round flesh,
dominating the upper half of her body. In jeans and nothing else she
looked so fine, and he hated her. Her chest was a wonderful, eternally
erotic sight for him, and her animal lust to show it and give it to
all these men was leaving him more addicted r breasts than ever. He
wanted them in his face more than ever for some reason, and the more
she denied them to him and threw them at strangers, the more insane it
made him.

Enjoying this tortuous effect on him she tried on daring, tantalizing
weave bras, one red, one bright white, and one black, as he lay there,
his cock hardening. "How do you think I'd look in this one? Would this
get the stares? Ouch, my nipples are a little sore...now how did that
happen, hormone change?" she asked him innocently as she posed in the
sheer negligee. She studied his face with her sincere looking eyes to
get the reaction of her little husband, trapped. Then she turned her
back to him again and he shuddered at the sound of fabric on skin ---
she ever so slowly pulled her very snug jeans down over her naked,
smooth rump, shaking her hips just enough so that she heard a loud
sigh escape from him. "I am going to try on a skirt," she said, as if
thinking out loud, "I don't think these jeans would show off my ass
enough." With her back to him still and her jeans pushed just below
her buttocks she leaned over slightly against a closet door so that
her tits hung massive er nipples pointing wonderfully, a view that he
had seen only rarely and that only added to his burning sexual desire
for her. She delighted in this treatment of her resentful but craving
husband.

She agreed to have sex with him, after he pleaded. Knowing only a
coward would beg for sex from a promiscuous wife, she insisted that he
not touch her breasts until he first had eaten her pussy. He was
confined to gazing at her chest as his tongue licked her and in his
heart he hoped against hope that she could be just his again. She
threw herself into a fantasy of being blindfolded while, before they
all fucked her, two at a time of the team's players took turns eating
her cunt and sitting on her face so she could slurp away at a young
stud's balls and asshole while someone's tongue pleasured her
clitoris. Gazing past her boobs Tim watched her tongue first rub
against her lip, then extend out of her and vibrate. The sight of her
doing this was so erotic that he found himself rubbing rapidly against
her leg with his prick. She sensed Tim's arousal and decided to tease
him some more. So just as he was about to hurry into fucking position,
she began to whisper hoarsely in between: "Oh Tony, is that your
mouth? Lick my asshole Tony, then finger fuck me. Finger fuck my ass!"
Even hearing these demeaning words Tim slid a finger into her anus ,
which made her a little crazy. With her ass and hips writhing wickedly
he ejaculated with abandon as he rubbed against her. "OK Eric, come
here and sit on my mouth," she cried as Tim shot his wad on her and on
the sheet.

He was now reacting against these insults and began to move away from
her, but she grabbed him fiercely and pushed his mouth into her clit
hard. "Finger fuck my asshole, sonny boy," she said. Tim objected:
"It's me," and broke away and rolled over in disgust. She got up on
her knees, ignored him, and with one arm resting on the headboard of
the bed turned to look back at her behind. Breathing hard she shoved
one of her fingers up her ass, then two. Her eyes glassy, she looked
at Tim and said: "I need some young dick up my ass." "You're sick!
You're a total whore!" he said, grabbing fresh clothes and stalking
into the bathroom. The moans from her finger fucking herself followed
him down the hall.

Later that day Tim, feeling like he had been through twelve rounds
with Mohammed Ail, clobbered with disgust and shock at everything his
wife was doing, was quite surprised to see her return from a long
session at the beauty shop with her hair colored blonde and her
eyebrows redone to the thinness of a pen stroke.

The effect was stupendous. Her natural blonde hair was of the wild
Steve Nicks variety, and her eyebrows were thin. As the time neared to
leave for the restaurant the team had rented out, Tim vacillated: he
hated her, was disgusted by her, pouted about her embarrassing him in
front of others, burned with a smoldering lust that was new to him.
New and frightening. The more she teased him and taunted him, and the
more she threw herself at these young studs, some part of him
responded passionately. He hated himself and his wife for this side of
Tim.

Vicki had gone to a specialty site on-line and ordered by overnight
delivery a tight white top that had "SOCCER BABE" on it at chest
level, in red letters. The low cut top was too small for her and it
left her abdomen tantalizingly bare - and showed off her oversized
nipples, impossible to miss, she hoped. Her braless tits pressed
enormously against the fabric, and pushed out the bottom of the
garment, which was not cut to lay on the bare skin her below her
bustline. She wore a snug navy blue skirt and those entrancing laced
high heels. As they pulled out of the driveway, Tim turned to her and
said sarcastically: "Why bother dressing at all? Why not go naked?"
"Great idea, maybe by the end of the party I will be," she said,
pulling her skirt up to show her husband that she wore nothing
underneath. "How do you like my shaved pussy?" she said, studying his
pained reaction.

He shook his head and after they had driven a few blocks muttered, "We
need gas." They traveled a half mile more toward the restaurant then
pulled into a gas station. As Tim filled up the tank, he watched his
wife bounce out of the car and into the station, where two young men
were standing behind the register. His brow arched with angry
contemplation, Tim stared in disgust as Vicki walked in with a faint
smile, her hips swaying. One guy was short and muscular, the other
tall and attractive. They looked to be just out of high school age.
And they looked sort of rough. Hard, been around, he thought. Tim
watched Vicki stretch her arms over her head, running her fingers in
her hair, and say "hi", then open a cooler door where cold drinks were
displayed. He watched her ask them some sort of question, and let the
door push into her tits as she did so.

"We don't want to pay for anything with money," she said, smiling
sweetly, grabbing some candy and placing it and a coke on the counter.
The boys becoming men were blown away by how stacked she was. They
just stared, and she fluttered inside watching their eyes flick back
and forth between her eyes and her chest. Christ do I love it when
these boys stare at me, she thought.

The short one laughed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "So you
planning on stealing the gas and this stuff?" he said, his voice a
tough voice. He had a tattoo of a skull on his arm, and a scar on his
cheek. Tim walked in, becoming used to his wife saying and doing
things to make him look like an idiot. He put a credit card down and
said absently, "twenty bucks on the gas."

The short one reached for the card, but Vicki was faster. She threw it
at Tim, arched her back and said to them seductively: "Why don't I
show you my tits instead?" The tall one's eyebrows arched as he pursed
his lips, and he looked at Tim for his next move. "Vicki, don't, for
God's sake," Tim yelled. The short one spoke with more authority: "Hey
that's cool. We get slutty chicks in here once in a while but no
married whores." He whispered in the tall one's ear. The tall one said
hesitatingly, "that's ten bucks in the register from each of us!"
Frustrated the short one pointed at Vicki's chest. "Dude, look at
those!" A moment later the short one, in control of the situation,
said: "Let's go in back, Vicki. We want to see those tits." He held
out his tobacco stained finger and pointed at Tim. "Why don't you
watch the pumps?" Tim yelled at her, "Vicki! We've got to go! Enough
is enough!" The short one was still pointing, "Vicki's going to show
us what's under that top, and that's how we're getting paid. Right
Vicki?" She responded by squeezing her tits together from the sides
and licking her lips. The tall one took her by the hand and she half
skipped behind him. Tim followed and grabbed her arm, but the short
one grabbed his. Tim and he glared at each other wide-eyed. "Two
against one, dude," the short one smiled. Vicki snaked an arm around
the tall one's neck and kissed his ear, then said, "make that three."
Tim let go of her and the two lads took her into an office. The boys
sat down on a small, oil stained couch and she knelt on the couch
between them, rubbing her very ample chest. "I thought you were going
to watch up front," the short one said gruffly to Tim. "Honey, it's
what's up front that counts," Vicki cooed.

Vicki slowly began to take her top off. She smiled at Tim. "You don't
want me to show them my tits, do you dear? I know you thought these
belonged to you, and this really pisses you off," she said with mock
sincerity, pulling her top off and leaning into the short one's face.
"Shit!" he said, and the other gasped and loudly laughed with
astonishment. She pushed her breasts toward the short one's face. Soon
four hands and two mouths were all over her chest, and Vicki was
clearly enjoying the attention and her exploring hands thrilled with
the familiar feeling of young guys' crotches getting aroused. Tim
walked into the cashier area in a rage, and there stood one of the
team players, Rob, ready to pay for gas. "Oh hi, Mr. Gordon, what are
you doing behind the counter?" he smiled. "Hi, Rob." "Is there anyone
here to take my money? I got to get to the banquet.." Rob said, then
began peering wide-eyed past Tim, who was standing by the cash
register. Tim turned around and his h went dry when he saw that Rob
had a direct line of vision into the office where Vicki was feeding
her tits to the two gangster-looking young studs. Vicki was rubbing
their exposed cocks, and said, loud enough for Rob to hear, "who wants
to cum on my tits?" She looked out toward Tim and Rob and said
nothing, just gazed at them defiantly, lewdly, her eyelids growing
heavy with sexual arousal lighting fires within her, again.

Tim turned back to face Rob and said: "They're busy." Rob was frozen
in his stare at Tim's wife and finally said: "Well, I'll just leave
the money here on the counter. See you at the banquet." As he turned
to leave he said, grinning: "Is that Mrs. Gordon?" Tim looked at him
blankly and said with his mouth barely opening, "see you at the party,
Rob." After Rob left Tim tried to fight the impulse but turned, as he
knew he would eventually, to watch his wife on her knees, holding her
big tits with her hands. The boys were jacking themselves off,
sometimes swatting her flushed face with their now rock hard tools and
looking at Tim, grinning, fired up with lust they had never known.
Vicki's eyes closed and her mouth, gaping open, gratefully received
spurts of hot cum that shot at her from one dick, then the other.
Thick strings of semen formed on her lips and neck. She kissed their
cocks and beamed up at them as she squeezed her tits together, then
shook them.

I could kneel in front of hard boy pricks like this all day, she
thought -- this was a damn good warm up for the banquet. The lads
thanked her, the shorter one grabbing her ass and smiling when she
promised she would return for more - writing down their shift schedule
as Tim sat in the car, numb with resentment and humiliation.

Leaving the station Rob jumped in his family car and said to his
parents: "Hey, C.J.'s dad is working in there. Did he get laid off
from his job as a sales rep?" He said nothing about Vicki, keeping
thoughts of the very curvy slut wife to himself. Like the rest of the
boys on the team he had heard all about how easy it was to get her to
show her tits, suck him off and even fuck him.

In fact, within the space of two days of her fuck-a-thon in Tony's
room, the Gordon household was receiving phone calls from practically
every boy on the team, and some of their friends. Jack the landscaping
man was at this moment leaving a suggestive message on the Gordon
answering machine.

The soccer team had been anticipating the banquet for days. As had
happened for the past three years, they rented out Lenardo's, a pizza
restaurant. All anyone could drink of the beer, wine and soda drinks,
and unlimited pizza and salad, were part of the per family ticket
price. Banners and balloons were up around the main dining room of the
restaurant. Blow-ups of color photographs of the team in action, and a
gallery of the team's members, were posted proudly on the walls of the
restaurant. The team was going to sectional playoffs and was riding
high with a won-loss record of 10-2. A sound system played rock music.
All the parents and their families were on hand to celebrate the
achievements of the team, and enjoy the camaraderie that came with
good friendships, some of which had come out of attending the games.

Coach Phillips had arranged for a large-screen television to be set up
in the restaurant so that all in attendance could enjoy a video of
highlights of the team's season. His wife Meg had turned over the
responsibility of some of the taping to Carl, Tony's brother, and Carl
in turn had, right up to the last minute, worked hard to edit a team
video that would delight the team. Tony had gotten some last minute
segments in and Carl had spent all last night doing the final editing,
adding music, sound, and editing out bad shots and superfluous
footage.

Tim noticed after they had arrived that some of the women, normally
friendly, were somewhat distant, particularly with Vicki. She had
freshened up in the car and looked ravishing, but like a ravishing
high class hooker. Many of the moms, including Cindy, Eric's mother,
practically gaped at the way Vicki's top showed off her breasts, which
looked huge. Vicki, meanwhile, smiled at everyone and welcomed kisses
on the lips from every boy on the team - and some of their dads, who
were friendlier than usual. The "Vicki hug" was now an excuse for each
boy, particularly the older ones and their bigger brothers, to slide
their hands down to Vicki's ass and push in against her chest. As soon
as her lovers arrived they positioned themselves off to a corner,
where Tony snuck some squeezes of Vicki's tits and nipples while
Eric's hand roamed under her skirt and into the delicious crack of her
rounded ass. His fingers probed her asshole and he discovered it was
bigger and oiled up, perhaps with Vaseline.

The spacious upstairs to the restaurant was closed off, but the
younger kids, including some of the players, snuck up there and roamed
around there as the party got under way. There was a pool table and
restrooms located remotely at the far end, and side rooms not in use.
"I'm in the mood for cock," Vicki said pleadingly to Tony and Eric.
"Let's go up there." When Kyle joined them, getting a kiss on the lips
from Vicki, Tony poked him and laughed, "Big tits wants is in heat
again." Kyle said: "Mrs. Whore-don always is." Vicki saw how they
acted like men of the world but they could not leave her sight and
could not take their eyes off of her top. She was obsessed with them
and implored them. "C'mon, please," she said. "I haven't felt you guys
inside of me for three days." "Why don't we bring a couple dudes from
the team, like Chris and Lars?" Eric asked. He wanted to watch her on
her knees, sucking off these two juniors. "Do they like me?" Vicki
asked with sincere in t. "Yeah, they want to see your tits," Eric
smiled. "But I mean do they think I'm cute?" she persisted, excited to
know about more admirers. He grinned, amused at this constant hunger
to turn males on that she could not resist: "I'll go get them."
"Thanks, lover," she smiled. As he turned to find Lars and Chris, he
winked knowingly at Tony, while Vicki looked away to greet a fellow
mom. "Can you believe those fuckin' tits," Eric whispered. "We gotta
do her before the awards ceremony." "Dude her ass feels so good under
that skirt, and I think she wants her asshole fucked, man" Tony
sighed. Tim stood fifteen feet away, sickened by the glares from the
moms watching Vicki being so familiar with her three cocksmen.

Ed, one of the dads, spoke softly into Tim's ear. "Quite a woman you
have there, Gordon." Tim half smiled as he squinted hard and, in the
shadow of the wall near which his wife was standing, made out Tony's
hand surreptitiously digging into the crack between Vicki's buttocks.
"Thanks Ed," Tim muttered, now frowning, his eyes never leaving his
wife and her boys. "No I mean it," Ed went on, "she's incredible. Did
you buy her that sexy top?" "She did," Tim said, annoyed with the
prospect of persistent conversation. "Well, she must love the
attention. She sure has mine....It's like she came here this evening
to monopolize every guy's attention." "Whatever," Tim said, trying to
squelch the chit-chat. With the outrageous events of the week, this
kind of fresh banter about his wife real got Tim's blood boiling.

Then Sid, Kyle's father, and a flirt with other guys' wives, joined
them. "Hey Tim, Ed!" He yelled, and handed them beers. Like most males
there, Sid kept glancing at Vicki. Apparently he didn't recognize her
with her makeover, and said to the other two dads, in a discreet
voice, "hey, who's the chick with the huge tits? My pants are
tightening! Wow!" Ed laughed at the coarseness of his comment, and as
if to deter Sid from recognizing her, and at Tim's expense, said:
"Isn't she unbelievable? Quite an ass, too. Wait til she moves to face
the other way." Tim, now royally offended, started to interrupt: "For
your information, that's ----". But Ed was quicker: "Hey Sid, how
would you like to hire THAT ass for your office?" Just then Vicki
turned, while in animated conversation with Tony, Kyle and Eric, and
began to move to the music. She leaned forward and thrust her butt
out, shaking it slowly. Tim started again, "Sid, that's ----", but Sid
put his arm around them both. " if I ask her politely she'll let me
fuck that big round ass of hers for dinner!" Ed laughed loudly: "But
first a kiss? Oral persuasion for anal invasion?" Sid pulled the two
men closer. "'Oral persuasion for ----' -- I love it! Christ that babe
is hot. I wonder who she is. Someone's sister?"

Tim cleared his throat. "That's Vicki." Sid, pop-eyed, looked at him
and then Ed, "Whoops!" Sid laughed, then shook Tim's hand. "Tim, my
compliments. I didn't know she'd dyed her hair. No offense. But she
sure is dressed to kill. So I'm going to the john now, 'cause I have
to and 'cause I have to jack off. Take it as perverted praise for your
stunning bride." Tim shook his head as he watched Sid mount the stairs
to use the john on the upper floor, then noticed him coming back down
in moment later. "How could the entire men's room upstairs be 'out of
order'?" he said to them, walking to the back of the first floor.

The coach's wife put on the team video, and most of the crowd gathered
around the jumbo screen to watch highlights of the season. For about
fifteen minutes the sights and sounds of a great season aroused the
viewers to applause and laughter. Then the scene shifted to a
practice, with the young male voice-over saying: "These young athletes
don't win games without practice, so let's go to one!" The camera
panned out to the field, then a long shot of the team drilling in the
distance. Then the camera returned to the bleachers set up to the
left, and the camera moved slowly toward a woman seated on the third
level of the bleachers.

"And who might this be?" the voice over said. "Vicki!" Coach Phillips,
very much excited to be at the banquet, applauded when he recognized
her on the screen. She was wearing a form fitting blue sweater and a
denim skirt with a slit. There were cheers, particularly from the
masculine segment of the group. "Hi!" she said to the camera man. She
was sitting with her arms stretching onto the bleacher behind her. As
the camera came closer she made a point of pushing her chest out. At
first the video showed her talking in normal conversation about how
much she loved to support the team, even with her son abroad for the
whole season. "Well," the voiceover said, "all of the guys on the team
REALLY appreciate Mrs. Gordon," and the camera moved to a close up of
her sweater, the screen suddenly filled with a profile of her E cup
breasts. "Are you taping?" she laughed, "what are you doing?" The
cameraman's voice said, "I'm taping just for me, so no one else will
ever see this." The camera stayed on her boobs and people watching the
video became quiet, looking at each other, buzzing with astonishment.
The camera lingered on her chest and her hands appeared, squeezing her
tits together. "Are you sure?" Vicki's voice said softly. "Totally,
now pull up your skirt while I go under the bleachers and show what
else the team loves about you." The video switched to the vantage
point of under her place in the bleachers. As it adjusted to the light
and worked its way into the space the camera showed her luscious bare
ass hanging enticingly over the metal she was sitting on. "Are you
sure no one will see this?" Vicki's voice asked again. "No one." Vicki
said: "Well in that case let me join you under the bleachers." The
camera caught her cheeks rock a little on the metal, then rise out of
the cavity under the bleacher she was now getting up from.

The scene shifted to Vicki now standing at the side of the bleachers,
her hands stretched over her head so that she almost hung from the
frame. She was looking in, and her sexy eyes showed that she was
warming up to some exhibitionism. She placed one leg high up on a part
of the side frame, baring some wonderfully shapely skin. She rubbed
her leg against the metal, staring seductively into the camera. "Lift
your sweater up," the camera voice said, and slowly she pulled it up
to her shoulders, her breasts tumbling out of it, braless. There was
an awkward moment of the camera being set down on a flat surface so
that it maintained a focus on her breasts. She spoke as she played
with them. "Well, well, Mr. Cameraman, you seem to be - uh - rising to
the occasion. Damn, you rise quick...." People at the banquet,
particularly women, were scandalized and were now openly objecting to
this video and demanding that it be turned off. Some were looking
around for her, but she was in her Explorer, sucking Tony's cock while
Eric stood sentry. Then Eric and Tony switched.

Back in the restaurant Tim tried to explain that he knew nothing about
the video. No one would admit making it. Tim shrugged his shoulders,
thankful that this incident occurred so that she would be shamed. Sid
came up to him and gave him a comradely poke, his eyes wide. He just
stared into Tim's eyes for the longest time then yelled: "Wow! This is
one hell of a banquet!" Ed chimed in: "Where was I when they had
practice! Shit!" Other parents just stared at the video, which was
turned off, and kept staring at the screen after the picture went
black.

At a long table trophies sparkled under track lighting shining down
from the ceiling. By the time the pizza had come out and the beer and
wine were flowing Coach Phillips had spoken into a microphone to get
everyone's attention. He was determined to return the party to some
sense of wholesome fun. The parents and families gathered around in a
semi-circle. Back inside, Vicki was surrounded by team members, who
stood close to her, hiding much of her body, their lustful hands
secretly playing with her tits under her top - every chance they got -
and her ass and pussy.

The coach spoke about the fine performance of the team and called each
player over to the trophy to accept his prize and a handshake of
congratulations. Tony was first and after the applause he came back to
his place next to Vicki and said, "come on up to the men's john. We've
got a surprise for you, big tits." She immediately began walking
upstairs, Tim, and just about everyone else, watching her every move.
He was waiting for the right time to show her up in front of all of
these people - as a second wave to follow the video. She'll pay, he
chuckled to himself.

Kyle and Tony led her to the men's room marked OUT OF ORDER. Tony was
in charge of the situation: "Kyle, show her job as soccer mom
slut." Kyle pulled her into one of the stalls. As Kyle closed the door
Tony said, "notice the hole in the wall, big tits?" Kyle said: "On
your knees in front of that hole, and pull up your skirt." She
obediently knelt down in front of a hole bored in the thin, wooden
divider wall. "You guys have a surprise for me?" she said, laughing.
Kyle's was hard and slipped his soccer shorts down, rubbing his dick
against the side of her face. She was looking through the wall hole
"peek a boo!" she snickered.

"You dressed to make our cocks hard, soccer whore," Tony said, "and we
know you just can't get enough boy dick." Kyle got behind her in the
stall, and she immediately pulled her skirt up. He slowly, teasingly,
rubbed his dick against her wet pussy. "So do I turn you on? Are you
guys gonna fuck me?" she said excitedly, sighing with the familiar,
wonderful sensation of a hard young tool exploring her cunt. God she
needed it. The blowjobs earlier in the evening just warmed her up,
made her completely moist.

"Maybe we'll fuck you. But back on Monday you were hanging up on me on
the phone, and told me to go to hell in so many words," Tony said. "I
was confused," she said, a trace of impatience in her voice, "Now I
know I have to have it constantly." Answering a knock Tony opened the
john door and a team member, Walt, showed up. He was sixteen and
nervous, and handed Tony a ten dollar bill. "You ready?" Tony asked
him. Walt nodded, watching Kyle rubbing his stiff prick against Vicki.
Tony turned to her. "Show him your big tits," he ordered. She looked
wide-eyed at Walt and pulled her top off slowly, then rubbed her boobs
with one hand. "Hi," she said softly, watching Walt's fascinated
reaction. This made her libido race. She turned to look back at Kyle.
"Please fuck me. You're driving me crazy. What's the problem?" Kyle
laughed and winked at Tony. "She's horny again." Tony pulled Walt
toward the soccer slut, beginning to rock anxiously on her knees. Tony
guided Walt's ling hand to her breasts, and snickered: "Go ahead, play
with 'em. Pretty fuckin' enormous, right dude?" Then Tony said to
Kyle, "maybe you shouldn't fuck her yet." Vicki was getting antsy.
"C'mon, do it. I need it. Please."

Kyle's rock hard penis, shiny from rubbing in the big-titted
housewife's twat juices, slowly entered her hungry body. Walt stood,
amazed, at the sound of the animal moan escaping from Vicki's throat.
"Oh, Christ. Oh yeah, fuck my pussy," she whispered, her eyes closing.
In the moment that she forgot Walt's bulging crotch at her side Tony
walked Walt to the next stall. "Stick your cock and your balls in the
hole," Tony instructed him. Walt pulled his pants down, a shudder
running through his gut as he slowly grabbed his stiff prick and fed
it through the joy hole. At the other side Vicki opened her eyes to
behold an aroused, purple, dripping dick with boyish nuts being
stuffed through the hole. Instantly she guided the cockhead to her
face and kissed it several times, her fingers tightening around the
rigid stem. Within a few minutes of her enthusiastic cocksucking Walt
released a hot load inside her mouth. Tony meanwhile had collected
another ten spot from Rob, who shoved Walt aside before he had his
pants back on. Tony said to Rob as the latter boy fished his growing
boydick out of his soccer shorts: "If you want to fuck her that's
another ten. But she swallows cock so well you'll probably just fuck
her mouth." Then Tony raised his voice, to be heard over the sounds of
carnal pleasure getting louder in the next stall: "Right, cocksucker?"
When Vicki didn't answer he repeated himself. She finally said, as she
gleefully grabbed the second dick to come through the hole, "Mrs.
Cocksucker, to you, sonny boy." Kyle came in her with a series of
grunts. Tony called out to Rob, "you want to fuck her too?" Rob pulled
his dick abruptly out of the glory hole and grabbed a ten from his
jersey pocket. "Definitely." Within seconds he was positioning himself
behind her writhing ass and another boy, cash in hand, had bought
access to the glory hole.

Rob pulled on her hair accidentally and said: "Oh, sorry," and Vicki,
jacking the mystery cock protruding into her face, said: "I'm sorry
you're sorry. I'm a tough chick. You can pull on my hair if you like
it - and if it'll get you off." Rob gasped as he gloried in fucking
her hungry twat, and her filthy mouth made him fuck her as hard as he
could. She squealed as his cock fucked away and the cock in her face
shot a heavy load of semen. Rob grabbed her hair and pulled her head
toward him as she kept stroking the now half-stiff penis.

Tony told Rob to go to the other john. "Switch!" Tony laughed. "Vicki,
stick your ass in the hole and spread those fuckin' cheeks," he said.
Rob looked confused, standing up with his cock bouncing once in her
face. Immediately she fondled it, then turned and pushed her ass as
hard as she could into the wall-hole.

Meanwhile Tim had noticed that Vicki had not come downstairs from the
women's john in over thirty minutes and that there was a pattern of a
team member, after receiving a trophy, of entering the "out of order"
men's john, then coming out about five to ten minutes later. He
decided to investigate, and Sid and Ed, each getting looser in their
suggestive comments the more beers they inhaled, followed him
upstairs. Noticing Sid's and Ed's sons standing impatiently in line
outside the upstairs john, the light bulb went on for Tim: he was
going to shame her by confronting these soccer dads with the depravity
their sons were set to pay for.

When Sid and Ed snuck up on their sons, the latter two practically
jumped out of their skins. "What's goin' on?" Sid asked, his face a
little flushed from too many beers. "Nothing," his son said. Tim
smiled, pointing with one finger at the "out of order" restroom.
"Something," he said. Ed's son, with surprising candor, said: "For ten
bucks each team member gets a blow job." Ed grabbed him around the
neck, and glanced in the direction of the restroom. "You mean some
faggot is in there? I won't have my son having sex with some queer!"
"Dad! Chill out! It's a girl in there!" Ed released his son. "A girl?"
His son grinned. "It's ---- her." "Who?" his father frowned. "Soccer
Slut Mom." "Huh?" Sid asked. "Also known as 'Big Tits'," Sid's son
chimed in. The two dads looked at each other, stunned. Ed lowered his
voice so that Tim could barely hear. "You mean C.J.'s mom? Mr.
Gordon's wife?" He spoke with a tone of sensitivity to Tim's presence.
Ed's son glanced over at Tim th dded. Ed said, "Son, I want you to
tell me like it is. Exactly what is she doing in there? Don't worry
about using vulgar language with me." Ed's son hesitated, then
shrugged his shoulders and whispered in Ed's ear, staring at Tim as he
spoke: "She's giving each team member a blow job for ten bucks. For
ten more you can have sex with her. It's way cool."

The two soccer dads spoke confidentially for a second and slowly
turned to face Tim. Ed had a grave sound to his question: "Tim, wow. I
don't know what to say. What's up, amigo?" Ed stared trancelike. Tim
saw this scenario as the undoing of his wife, and said smugly: "I
realize this is disgusting. She needs professional intervention, and
she's totally humiliated herself - and me. I didn't want to tell you
guys because you're responsible parents. I just wanted you to see how
far gone she is. If you have the stomach for it take a look." Ed spoke
slowly, putting his hand on Tim's shoulder. "I don't believe it. Your
wife is in there having sex with the whole soccer team, taking money
from, like, their allowances?" Tim said: "It's worse than that. On the
way over she showed her bare breasts to two young guys at a gas
station, to pay for the gas. They masturbated over her while she was
on her knees. Two days ago she had sex with the landscapers in barter
for lawn care, and gave the any owner oral sex, then had intercourse
with him. And that was within an hour of having sex with some of the
players on the team and two other boys who were strangers to her." He
commended himself for not using vulgar sex language and looked down at
the floor, and injected as much gravity into his voice as he could.
"She's a very, very disturbed woman, and apparently very insecure
about her identity as a mother and a female. I want her to see
somebody and learn to respect her body and to be OK with herself
again."

There was a moment of silence, punctuated by the impatient remarks and
pushing and shoving by the boys waiting in line, music playing from
downstairs, and younger children at the other end playing arcade
games.

Sid stepped next to Ed. He looked at Ed, then at Tim. "Well Tim," he
said, coughing, "I think I speak for Ed too. Downstairs he and I were
being quite smartalecky about your wife." Tim said, "I know. No
offense taken. I wanted you to know the background, and what I'm going
through." Sid went on: "Believe me, Ed and I, and just about everybody
here who wears pants, thinks Vicki walks on water. Her devotion to the
team has made a big difference this season. I think, frankly, we're
all in love with her....." Tim said: "Thank you, I appreciate that."
"But Tim, if I had a wife as beautiful and as sexy as yours, I'd be
more in charge than you have been." Tim felt on the defensive. "I have
tried, Sid, but she's...." Sid's tone seemed to change. "Did you say
before that she showed those incredible tits of hers to two young guys
at a gas station?" Ed said: "Yeah, and she fucked the landscapers?"
Tim said: "Well, watch the language. This is a serious matter." "Are
you sure about all this stuff?" Ed was getting excited. "Positive,"
Tim said. "How do you know she really did all these things?" Sid
almost demanded. "I was there. I watched," Tim said.

"You watched?" Ed frowned. He looked at Sid. "You watched?" Ed
frowned. He looked at Sid. They smiled at each other faintly,
exchanging knowing stares. Ed grabbed his son. "Go downstairs and tell
your mom and sister to head off without us. I have to teach you a
lesson and Sid has to teach his son a lesson. Right Sid?" Sid shook
his head, "right." Sid gave his son instructions to give to Sid's wife
- to go home with Ed's wife and daughter. Tim listened with delight.
These responsible dads were going to point out to their sons the
sickness that was inside the bathroom. If Vicki saw young guys - and
their dads - reject her, she'd be devastated. This was going to be
fantastic! At last justice would be served and his wife would get the
dose of shame she sorely needed to restore her, and him, to virtue.

Tim felt a twinge of embarrassment as he opened up with these friends.
"She's so messed up in the head she insisted on degrading herself in
front of me," Tim said, almost defensively. "Well," Sid said, after he
and Ed looked at Tim in silence, "I think my boy needs to learn about
the kind of woman Vicki is." Ed agreed. "We're going in there to teach
our sons about how a wife and mother can lose her moral compass. What
she's doing is sexually irresponsible." Sid said: "Absolutely. She
obviously is a nymphomaniac and doesn't care who preys on her
insatiable appetite." Tim was delighted. He couldn't wait to see her
face when these two supportive neighbors shunned her.

Tim followed the two men and their sons as they barged into the
restroom. Tony was taken by complete surprise and laughed nervously.
"Hello, can I help you?" He tried to block the five males marching in
to the john on a mission. Vicki's face was pressed against the wall,
enjoying another anonymous boner thrilling in the penetration of her
throat. Another boy was behind her, fucking her tentatively. A third
boy was waiting his turn in the other stall, jacking his cock. Each of
the boys froze when the men walked in.

"So," wide-eyed Ed said loudly, "this is what your husband was telling
us about." Vicki looked up at Ed and Sid casually. Sid gawked
hypnotically and finally said: "This is incredible." No one made a
sound now. All eyes were on Vicki. It was suddenly a tense scene in
Lenardo's upstairs mens room.

Ed turned to his son. "There is only one word that describes a woman
like this - slut." Sid turned to his son: "Only a slut would have sex
like this in front of her husband." Ed said authoritatively: "If you
could stop what you're doing, Mrs. Gordon," and Tim's heart leapt at
the prospect of what was coming. Ed went on. "I wonder if you could
stand up and look your husband and us in the eye." Vicki rose from the
floor, wearing an expression of being inconvenienced more than being
ashamed. Ed said: "Why don't you wipe that semen off your chest and
your face." She took some toilet paper and wiped herself off. Tim
noticed that Ed and Sid were less indignant than they had sounded
outside, and in fact seemed to be staring less at her face and more at
her breasts and crotch.

"Now tell Tim that you're always horny for hard dick." Tim wondered
where Ed was going with this. Wasn't he going to tell her what an
unattractive degenerate she had become? "Darling," she said, posing
now in front of them all, her hands in her hair, "I am ALWAYS horny
for hard dick." "I'm a busty boy-fucker...." Ed continued. Tim frowned
as she immediately repeated what Ed said, a faint smile coming to her
sore lips. "Disgusted with your weasel-like efforts to act like a real
man...." "Hey, wait a minute," Tim yelled, at the same time she
eagerly repeated what Ed said. "You were supposed to teach your boys a
lesson!" Tim spat out. Ed laughed, now unzipping his shorts. "Tim, the
lesson is this: our boys are going to learn how to fuck a slut - all
ways." He turned to his son and the other team members, Ed's
impressive manhood now sticking out of his shorts menacingly. "You
guys want to learn about slut-fucking?" They all cheered. His hard
dick also out, Sid said to Vic is eyes glued to her chest: "Jesus do
you have big tits. Suck my cock and then show these guys how you wrap
those knockers around a hard prick."

Tim's insides crumbled as his wife snaked her arm around Sid's neck
and pulled his face into her tits. "First you need to suck me off,"
she cooed, smiling over her shoulder at Tim. Sid sucked and bit her
boobs and then pushed her down to her knees. She sat back on her feet,
her hands behind her, and Sid shoved his cock into her face. She
kissed the head and licked the length of his cock. "You want me to get
it nice and spit shined?", she said cutely. "Prep my dick for some tit
fucking, soccer slutmom," he said. "Notice how the soccer whore is
getting my dick all wet before she wraps those fuckin' boobs around
it," he said to the boys, as he leaned against the frame of the stall
door. Then she buried his cock in her E cup cleavage, and began to
stroke him, up and down. "You like rubbing your tits against my prick
in front of all these young men, don't you soccer whore?" "I could tit
fuck everyone here," she smiled, looking at Tim. "Does that include
your macho husband?" Ed chuckled, wacking away at his dick. "He thinks
he's above all this," she said, "so I don't want to bother him, or his
junior sized cock." Ed laughed: "Those monster boobs need monster
cock. How about your ass?"

He knelt behind her and began rubbing his hand under her ass. As she
slid vigorously up and down on Sid's prick she felt Ed's finger enter
her asshole. Ed called his son over, "Come over here and learn
something." The two of them were fingering her butt when Sid asked his
son to change places with him. "Fuck those tits," he said hoarsely,
jacking his cock and watching Vicki wrap her boobs around the young
man's rod. Ed turned to Tim. "You know Tim, we're glad you brought
this to our attention. Your wife's acting very inappropriately. The
biggest tits and the most fuckable bubble butt, and she tries to
confine her slutty cunt to young guys." He kept jacking his hard cock
as he spoke, and he leaned down to slap her hard on the ass while she
was now taking a total of four fingers in her anus. "But I love boy
cock," Vicki pleaded theatrically, "don't I Tim? Tim, you won't let
them take my boy cock away?" Tim just leaned dejectedly against the
wall of the bathroom. Tony, standing next to him, said consolingly:
"Hey Mr. G, she's getting a percentage of the money Eric and I made on
this. You're her husband --- she has to share. So cheer up!" He
giggled and others laughed with him, including Vicki. "Yeah, honey,"
she laughed, "we can have a nice candlelight dinner with all that dick
money. Or we can save it and I can show my tits to the chef and the
waiter. That'll get us a drink and a salad." More laughter. Ed's son
cried out and shot his wad between Vicki's boobs, to the cheers of his
teammates.

Sid grinned wickedly and said: "The backdoor is now available for
incoming." "Eric," Ed instructed, "get a chair from outside and slide
it in here." Eric did as he was told. While he was out Ed and Sid
stepped in front of Vicki shoved both their cocks in her face; she
tried valiantly to suck them simultaneously. Ed stared down at her
eyes looking contentedly back at the two men and said: "We need to
have a workshop on how to fuck a slutty ass like this whore's big hot
butt." She pooped the dicks out of her mouth and said excitedly, "Oh
yeah I'm ready for some ass fucking." Ed said, "well gang we're not
waiting for the chair to get started. Go kneel over the toilet, Mrs.
Gordon." Then he turned to Tim, and chuckled: "You don't mind if I
show these youngsters how to fuck your wife's slutty ass, do you?"
Tony corrected Ed, "That's Whore-don. She loves to be called dirty
names." Ed bent his knees behind Vicki and began rubbing his hard
manhood against her ass. "Is that right . Whore-don?" "Fuck this
tramp's ass," one of the boys said, "show us how so we can fuck her
too."

They crowded around and heard Ed slowly worked his cock into her body.
"Oh god!" she yelled. "You have to take it slow with these assfucking
whores," Ed moaned, steadying himself by grabbing her slim waist. He
began to pant quickly, and as his strokes went deeper they picked up
speed. Those fortunate enough to squeeze into the stall were
mesmerized by the sight of this soccer dad with a big fat dick
screwing the team's soccer mom in the rectum. Ed noticed her
engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand as she braced
herself on the toilet. "Nice rings, Mrs. Whore-don. How's your married
life?" "Great," she giggled. "Enjoying carnal pleasures courtesy of
your loving husband?" Ed asked, glancing in the direction of Tim, who
was craning to get a view of the anal delight his bride was
experiencing. "Well, I'm definitely enjoying myself. I found that I
could show off my tits to anyone and he didn't stop me. So I guess I
can thank him for being a sexual slug and letting al se sweet young
studs play with my tits." Ed began to moan and gasped: "Hold that
thought, honey," and shot his hot load up her ass. After a moment
inside her he grabbed his son. "You're up." His son was sporting a
stiff one and tentatively began to poke it around her anus. Sid
yelled, "Time for another lower invasion!" Just when Ed's son was
about to enter her Sid said: "Hey stud, sit on the toilet and turn
this slut around so you can fuck her ass while she's on top of you,
and we can watch her knockers." The boy complied and Vicki, loving the
many hands groping her all over while she stood in front of him, then
turned and positioned herself so that his dick was ramming into her
asshole.

"Look at those fuckin' nipples!" Ed yelled. Hands pulled on them and
squeezed her tits. When told to do so Vicki shook her tits to make
them go in all directions, then sucked on a nipple to hold it in her
mouth without holding it with her hand. The guys laughed and cheered
when she did this with each tit and then let it drop back on her
chest. Ed's son was in paradise, his cock electrified with the
sensation of Vicki's only slightly stretched asshole fucking him. Soon
he came inside of her and another boy took his place. Eric finally
came back with a chair and the proceedings shifted to the space in the
bathroom in front of the stall. Vicki knelt on the chair and blew
whatever hard cock was in her face. And over the next hour each boy
fucked Vicki's big luscious ass.

At the end of the hour a knock on the door caught everyone's
attention. Eric, who had paid off the restaurant owner to leave them
alone, peered through the slight opening he made and spotted Reggie
with two other tall, bulked out young men. "Hey!" Eric shouted to the
group, "look who's here!" Tony and Kyle exchanged warm salutations
with Reggie. "Guys," Tony said, "meet Reggie, my partner in crime."
Reggie said, "hello. And these are guys I brought along," and he
looked over at a smiling Vicki, now standing and resting a knee on the
chair, strings of sperm hanging from her face and her buttocks. "Hello
stranger," she said seductively. "Did you come up with what I paid you
to do?" He walked over to her and unzipped his pants, taking out his
extra large dick. "You remember this black kielbasa?" he smiled. She
immediately grabbed it and rubbed it against her face. "How could I
forget?" she said. "Well I brought two even bigger sausages." "God,
and you're such a big fucker," she cried, kissing his cock as it began
to harden. "May I see the delivery?" She looked expectantly at the two
very Black, football player types that said nothing and just looked at
her like she was a steak dinner. "Not until I see the money and you
pay me the first of ten fucks," Reggie grinned. Vicki turned to look
at Tim. "Could you write a check for $100 to Reggie?" Tim just stared
at her, then said quietly, "Excuse me?" She repeated her question,
eagerly stroking the monster prick now extending itself to its fullest
size. "Write your own check," Tim said. The crowd said: "Oooooh."
Someone said, "Tough guy!" Vicki got off the chair and walked over to
Tim, who looked at her with his head half directed to the floor.
"Write the fucking check, and while you're at it lick the cum off me.
Clean me up." She kissed him and rubbed semen over his face. He wiped
it off in disgust. She called to Reggie, "Hey Mr. Big, bring that
chair over, would you?" Reggie did so.

"Now, Tim, you're not cooperating," Vicki said. She set the chair down
so that it was facing the wall and was about two feet from it. She
pushed him into the chair and she leaned against the wall and pushed
her ass into his face. The room fell silent. "Clean me up, honey. The
big boys are here." She pushed her ass more aggressively into his
face, rubbing the cum from the many buttfucks into his hair and his
eyes. One of Reggie's friends stood behind the chair and guided Tim's
head deeper into his wife's well-screwed behind. She reached a hand
under herself and into Tim's crotch. She made a sing-songy
announcement to the group: "Tim's got a hard on!" "All right!" Tony
said. Completely intimidated by the situation Tim licked her asshole
clean, and she turned and rubbed her breasts into his face. She
scooped a large gob of cum from her ear and rubbed it into his face.
"Need the chair back, and get out the fucking check book" she smiled.
He reached into his pocket and star o get up off the chair.

"No," Reggie said. "We'll be on the floor, and I came prepared". He
opened an Eddie Bauer bag and pulled out a pillow and an air mattress
which he told Vicki to blow up. "Look at that bitch work that slut
mouth," someone said. Tim sat in a trance on the chair and saw Reggie,
his pants down to his knees and his cock aiming for the ceiling, lie
on the mattress. Vicki immediately sat on his cock and began fucking
him. "Jesus are you huge!" she giggled. "OK," Reggie said to his
compadres, "it's show time." He looked up at Vicki, "Hope you
appreciate the effort that went into this talent hunt." He saw her
stare in amazement at the even large dicks these young studs pulled
out. Soon she was sucking them, loud slurping noises filling the
chamber, which was quiet again as the others gawked in amazement at
the dimensions of these penises. Her hands skillfully kept the one
jacked to a rock hard state while her throat worked tirelessly to feel
the bigness of the other. "You want these, soccer slut?" Reggie asked
her. Instead of asking her husband, she turned to Tony, Kyle and Eric.
"Do you guys mind? I know I started with you but this is the biggest
dickmeat I have ever seen. Is it OK with you?" She seemed to be
genuinely concerned that they give some sort of permission. "Will you
suck us off after the playoff game next Wednesday?" Feeling relieved
she said: "You got it. After and before!" She turned to Reggie, who
was sucking on her tits as his cock pushed up into her deeply. "Yeah,
I want these dicks. Now." Then her eyes returned to the primo pricks
getting stiff in front of her. "Maybe we got other things to do," one
of their owners said gruffly. "I paid for this cock," she smiled,
"fuck me." "I hear you're a totally insatiable whore for youngsters,"
he grinned, pointing his cock at her teasingly and bouncing its giant
dimensions in his hand, "you're like a fucking druggie." "And you're
my heroin. Please give my that huge tool of you "Should I?" he called
out to everyone. "No!" some guys said. "Make her beg!" Reggie fucked
away, enjoying himself, and smiled up at her as she looked down,
frustrated despite the wonderful fucking his sizable dick was giving
her nympho twat. "Come on!" she cried, no longer patient. "You want
this?" he said. "I really do." He walked behind her and Reggie and
positioned himself at the entrance to her ass. "Here I come, soccer
whore." Everyone cheered as he began to fuck her still hungry asshole.
The other boy shoved his cock into her mouth, harshly, making her
choke. In just a few minutes the ass fucker came, to the applause of
the boys and the two soccer dads, and the second of the big-dicked
friends of Reggie took over. Vicki whimpered in ecstasy.

This went on for another half hour, Reggie and his companions doing
what they wanted with her.

Ed walked over to Tim as the Vickifest winded down and said:
"Something tells me the team will be having a real special celebration
after each of the playoff games coming up. If you want some help
making the arrangements for the soccer mom fuck-off, with special
guests," he turned and pointed to the carnal foursome on the floor,
"just let me know." Sid joined them. "Tim," he said with mock
seriousness, as he rubbed his cock, sticking out of his shorts, "you
have a right to be proud of your wife. She is showing these boys how
to work together as a team. I hope you don't mind if I thank again in
my own - uh -stiff way." Ed laughed and gave Tim a comradely slap on
the shoulder. "Me too!" Ed said, his prick in his hand.

FINIS


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