Chapter 1
Debbie Saffles heard the doorbell ring just as she was putting away the last of her groceries.
She sighed loudly in disgust because she knew it had to be a bill collector. The bill collectors had been flocking around for the past few weeks.
She wished her husband had believed more in insurance, but it was too late for it now.
She considered not going to the door, but she just couldn't do that, even though she was getting tired of telling them that she could not pay. Just six months before it had been easy to make all those bills. Her husband of one year had been making a fantastic salary.
Now there was nothing but the few dollars she made from her secretarial work.
She gathered her courage and ran a quick comb through her long red hair. She adjusted her halter top because a little too much of her brown flesh was showing above it. She had a nice tan and she remembered how nice Joe had thought her full breasts were. She found herself tingling with desire as she remembered all the times he had sucked on her.
"I've got to stop this," she told herself.
But she was still having mental pictures of her slender, muscular husband when she opened the door. The man who stood there was not slender nor muscular.
He was a fat man with a clipboard whose clothes were sticking to him from the heat. He was wiping his forehead when she opened the door.
Immediately she felt his eyes go over her. It was something she was accustomed to. She had a body that seemed over-ripe with her large, firm tits and her well-shaped ass, and she knew that men were aware that she was a widow.
That awareness made men treat her as if she was a peach ready for the picking.
"Well?" she asked. "What do you want? Or did you just come to stare?"
He wiped his forehead again before he answered.
"Mrs. Saffles," he said. "I'm Don Brady. I'm from the Apex Collection Agency. We've been asked by Christopher Motors to look into your overdue account."
Debbie felt her heart sink. Her car. This was the final straw. If she lost her car she couldn't continue her work in town. There were no buses that ran this far out in the country. Again she had a feeling of anger toward Joe. If only he had taken more precautions.
"Come in," Debbie said. "We can talk about it."
She could feel his ogling eyes on her ass wiggling beneath the tight white shorts as she led him into the kitchen.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "Something cool if you have it."
"I have some chilled cokes," she said. "That would be fine."
While she opened the cokes he put his clipboard on the kitchen table and flipped through the top pages. His face got a wrinkled frown.
"Miss Saffles," he said. "It appears that you're three months behind. That comes to almost three hundred and seventy dollars. Now would you have a check for that amount?"
She put his coke in front of him.
"No," she said. "I wouldn't. You know about my husband having a heart attack?"
"Yes," Don admitted. "I understand that he was a very young man."
"Only twenty-five," she said. "Just a year older than I am. We met in college."
He sipped at his drink.
"I am sorry that it happened," he said. "But I'm afraid that if you don't have the money we'll have to take the car."
He was keeping his voice respectful, but his eyes were ugly things. They explored every inch of her body, undressing her and caressing the naked flesh. She saw him lick his lips.
"Maybe you could sell something," he suggested. "This seems to be a nice farm. Maybe some machines in the barn. Some farm equipment can be very expensive."
"We have no equipment," Debbie said sadly. "My husband only wanted to live in the country. He didn't want to be a farmer. He had a nice job."
"The furniture," he suggested.
"I've already sold everything I can," she admitted. "There's nothing left to sell."
"Ummm," he said. "Well, I just don't see any alternative. We'll have to take the car."
She nodded. She felt a tear sting at her eye, but she kept her face expressionless. She didn't want to let this fat man see how unhappy she was.
She went upstairs and got the keys and brought them back downstairs. He had finished his coke. She put the keys down on the table.
"Take them," she said.
He sat looking at the keys.
"Hmmm," he said. "Well, there's no real sense in being hasty. I mean, maybe we could work something out."
His eyes traveled over her body again.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well, maybe we could pay off the three hundred and seventy," he said. "That would pay your note until the middle of next month. It would help a little."
"Why would you want to do that?" she asked.
"What interest could your company have in paying my car note?"
"Not my company," Dan Brady said. "Me. That is, if you're worth three hundred and seventy dollars."
She wasn't shocked. He wasn't the first bill collector to make an offer like that. In fact, not only bill collectors had made the offer. A few of her husband's friends had made the same offer, a little more cautiously.
Also she had known that he was going to make that offer from the first moment he had looked at her.
What shocked and surprised her was that she was actually considering his offer.
After all, it wouldn't be the first time a woman had gone to bed with a man she detested. Screwing had been a major trading point with women since time began.
And she needed that car.
"It's a lot of money," he said. "I could get fired for doing this."
She made up her mind. She was tired of being pushed around by bill collectors. She was tired of not having anything because she felt faithful to Joe's memory. If he had wanted her to remain faithful he should have left her in better financial shape.
Her body remained her only hope. "All right," she said softly.
She was aware of the change in him immediately. Before, she had been a widow he had been careful not to really insult. Now she was his property because he had bought her. A hard smile came to his face.
He licked his dry lips again.
"Show me your tits," he said. "I been wondering what they looked like since I walked through the door. Poking out of the halter top like that really turns me on."
"Wouldn't you like to go upstairs?" she asked.
She felt a little shy about stripping off her halter top in the kitchen.
"No, damn it," he said roughly. "I want to see them tits. Right now!"
She was still shy about it, but he was paying the price and she had to go along with what he wanted. She reached behind her back and untied the two strings that held the flimsy halter top up. She shrugged her shoulders and her halter fell to the floor.
Her first impulse was to cover her naked tits with her hands. No man but her husband had ever looked at them this way. She felt his eyes burning her.
"Move your goddamn hands," he commanded.
She dropped her hands down to her sides and he got the first full look at her magnificent peaks. He stared at her in open lust and it gave her a feeling she hadn't expected.
His eyes touching her nakedness caused a tingling sensation between her legs.
It had never happened so quickly before. Even Joe had to warm her up a while before her cunt warmed. She realized, with a shock, that her humiliation was turning her on.
"Goddamn," he breathed. "Gorgeous. You've got gorgeous tits. Nipples the size of silver dollars. And you don't hang at all. You must get plenty of exercise."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Goddamn," he said again. "Come over here and sit down in my lap. I want to feel those hunks of titties in my hands. I want to feel your ass rubbing my cock."
Nobody had ever talked to her that way before. She had never heard Joe say things like tits and ass 'and cock. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but his words were turning her on.
She crossed the room and slipped into his lap. She felt the pressure of his bulge in the crack of her buttocks. She rubbed her titties against the rough fabric of his shirt.
"Damn, baby," he said softly. "Just let me feel those big titties."
She edged back so that his hands could slip between them.
His hands clutched at her full titties like he was a drowning man clutching at a life preserver.
"Oh sweet woman," he groaned. "Your tits feel so good. So hot. I want to feel those big nipples getting hard. There, baby. Now you're beginning to like it!"
She tried to convince herself that what he said wasn't true. She was only doing this because she had to. She couldn't actually be enjoying it.
Yet she couldn't deny that her pink nipples had grown painfully swollen and that her entire body was beginning to feel fiery.
"Give me a little kiss," he said.
She pulled her thick red hair back from her eyes as she pressed her lips to his.
He tasted different from Joe. Joe had always kissed her gently. Don's lips were rough, demanding, and tasted of salt and sweat.
She shivered as his fat tongue pushed her at her lips. A few moments earlier she would have been repulsed, but now she found herself opening her mouth willingly.
His tongue went deep into her mouth and fondled her own. She sucked at him and pushed her titties harder into his clutching hands.
He pushed her out of his lap suddenly and she looked at him, puzzled.
"Show me what you like, cunt," he said softly. "Show me what you like."
She felt her heart hammering as she realized what he wanted. She looked between his legs and saw his fat bulge pushing at his trousers. His prick looked as if it was about to bust his zipper out.
"Come on, cunt," he urged. "You know you want to feel it. You know you want to wrap your fingers around my pole and feel it. You know you want to play with my balls, and you want to kiss it. I bet you can hardly wait to wrap your sweet lips around my rod. Come on. I'm getting tired of waiting."
She had kissed Joe's cock a couple of times, but somehow she knew this man wasn't going to be satisfied with just a kiss.
He wanted the whole thing. He wanted her to suck him, to really take his cock into her mouth.
Again she wondered why she was feeling no disgust at the thought of kissing his cock.
He was fat and ugly. There was nothing exciting about him, and he was treating her rough. There was no reason for her heart to be pounding so hard, but it was.
He was still clutching at her tits as she sank down between his fat legs.
She had to pull her thick red hair away from her face again.
"Do it, cunt," he groaned. "Take it out. Show me what you're hungry for."
She was still trying to convince herself that she wasn't excited but she did have to admit to a certain amount of curiosity. She had never seen any cock but her husband's and Joe's cock and balls had never been that impressive.
He was large enough, but she had somehow known that his cock was small in relationship to other men. At times he was forced to bring her off with his fingers after his cock had failed.
"Hurry," Don gasped impatiently. "Hurry, goddamn you!"
She could wait no longer.
Her slender fingers searched for and found his zipper. She tugged it down and was almost slapped in the face by the quick release of his cock. He had worn no undershorts.
"Nice," he said. "Nice, huh?"
She realized he was just like any other man looking for approval of his cock.
"Yes," she said. "It's nice."
She wasn't lying. His cock was almost twice as large as Joe's had been. He had a huge red cock-head that blinked at her with a sperm-covered eye. His staff was thick and trembled in her fingers.
She lowered her hand and tried to pull out his balls. She was curious to see what they looked like.
"My belt," he said. "Undo my belt."
She was suddenly in a hurry to get his clothes off. She fumbled with his belt, but she finally got it undone. He lifted his hips and allowed her to tug his trousers down around his ankles.
His heavy wrinkled balls were also larger than Joe's had been. She was beginning to understand that her husband's cock had been even smaller than she'd thought.
She ran her fingertips lightly over his sensitive sac and heard him groan softly.
His hands pushed them slightly apart as he groped at her titties again.
"Hot damn, sugar," he said. "Hot damn. You've got a nice touch. Just keep stroking my cock like that. Keep playing with my balls like that. Ah hell, sugar, that's nice!"
She kept playing gently with his balls while she wrapped her free hand around his stem. She stroked his staff and felt her hands get sticky.
"You're leaking," she said.
"God yes, baby," he said. "Shit, baby, why don't you taste that stuff? Take it in your mouth and taste it. It'll taste good to you, cunt!"
She felt a little afraid as she looked at his thick cock-head that was leaking spots of white. She wanted to do it, but her inner feelings held her back.
"Do it, goddamn it," he commanded.
His hands left her titties and grabbed at her thick red hair. He pulled her face toward his cock.
"Do it, or I'll tear your head off," he yelled.
All of her inner resistance left her as he jerked her toward his cock. She understood that she only wanted to be forced to do it so she wouldn't have to admit that it was her fault.
She touched her lips to his sticky cock-head. She got a little of his salty jism on the tip of her tongue. He tasted of sweat and salt. It wasn't such a bad taste and her pussy was tingling again.
She started feverishly licking at his cock. She licked the large cock-head clean of his leaking juices and then she pushed her mouth down to his balls.
Her cunt was really tingling now as she licked at his balls.
"God," he groaned. "I've heard of women like you who get hot sucking cocks but I never thought I'd meet one. Oh kiss my prick, baby. Keep on licking me!"
She felt him tugging at her head and she left his balls. She opened her mouth slightly and covered his cock-head with her hot lips.
He gave a loud cry and he tried to shove more of his thick prick into her hot mouth.
"You know what you're doing, you sweet bitch," he gasped. "You really know what you're doing!"
That wasn't entirely true, for Debbie was barely aware of what she was doing, or of what technique she was using. All she was aware of was a desire to feel his cock in her mouth, a hunger to taste his sperm.
She had never known such hunger before!
He was groaning loudly as she really began to work on him. His thickness filled her mouth and she hollowed her cheeks to get more of him in.
She wanted him to come that way. She wanted to feel his cock spurt into her throat and she wanted to swallow his thick cum. She sucked him deeper into her throat and then released him. She gave him a few strokes with her hand and then sucked him into her throat again.
His thick cock was nearly covered with her saliva. Her lips were wet from his lubricating fluid and she kept having to lick them dry. His cock had a rubbery texture that she was starting to find easy to suck into her throat.
She felt that he was starting to come, and then he pushed her away.
"No," she pleaded. "Let me finish. I can finish you this way."
Debbie knew what she was saying but she didn't care what she sounded like. She wanted to feel his hot jism in her hungry mouth.
"No, baby," he said. "I want to feel your cunt sucking up my cock. I want to feel your hot pussy. I want to fuck the shit out of you, baby, so get those shorts off. Hurry and get those fucking shorts off!"
She stood up and quickly undid the zipper behind her shorts. She peeled them down her legs and then let her panties follow.
He was staring, open-mouthed, at her full, bushy cunt.
"God, that's red hair," he said. "I never seen a woman with such red pussy hair before!"
He pulled her into his lap.
Again she felt her sensitive tits rubbing against the rough fabric of his shirt. He maneuvered her into a better position where his thick cock was captured between her creamy thighs.
"Get me inside," he said. "Hurry!"
His voice was almost frantic and she reached beneath them and took his staff in her fingers. Cautiously she guided the tip of his cock to her moist entrance.
"Gawd," he moaned.
He pushed and she felt his cock-head slip barely inside her.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
She couldn't have denied that it felt good. Even partially inside her it felt good! She pushed down and felt her cunt suck his cock into her depths. His hips bucked up and he was buried up to his balls in her cunt.
"Shit, that's fine," he gasped. "That's really fine pussy. Quality pussy!"
She sighed with a delicious joy as she felt the way his thick cock filled her so completely.
Every nerve in her body tingled as she pressed herself tighter against him. She wished that he'd taken off his shirt but it was too late now.
"Fuck me, cunt," he said. "Move your cunt up and down on my cock. Make me cum, baby. Keep sliding up and down on my cock and make me fill your sweet, tight cunt!"
He leaned forward and brushed his hps against one of her throbbing nipples.
She cried out softly and began moving her ass up and down on his thick cock. He was so much bigger than Joe. He went so deep inside her. He felt as if he was coming out her mouth.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "You're making me so hot. I think I'm going to come. I have to come. Oh God, you're doing crazy things to me. Crazy things. I can feel your cock throbbing. I can feel it deep inside. SO DEEP IN MEEEEEE!"
The tingles changed into a sudden hot spasm of desire that shook her body. She realized he was lifting his hips and slamming his cock into her with short, savage strokes. She felt his hands grope at her ass.
"I'm going to fill you, baby," he gasped. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum. I'm going to shoot it up your cunt. Get ready, baby. Get ready for my cum!"
He jerked her really close and tightened his grip on her quivering asscheeks. She heard him gasp and then there was a hot, tingling sensation as his cum spilled into her. He spurted twice into her before she felt his body relax.
"Sweet, baby," he complimented her. "You don't need a husband to support you with a cunt like you've got. Maybe I can arrange to keep paying your car note."
She didn't answer him. She was beginning to feel a little ashamed of what she had done, but her even greater shame was that she had enjoyed it so much.
She slipped out of his lap and quickly dressed.
She had a sudden feeling that she didn't want him to see her naked any longer. It was a silly feeling but she couldn't help it.
"Maybe another time," he suggested.
"Maybe," she said.
She was glad when she was able to shut the door against his back. She went upstairs and took a long, hot shower and then climbed naked into her body. Her body felt better than it had in a long time, but that didn't help the strong feeling of guilt.