Chapter 4
"You know, Debbie," Cullen said. "I have a suspicion that a policeman might be out today."
Debbie looked up from the sink, where she'd been washing dishes. She'd spoken no more than ten words to Cullen since the episode with Max.
Cullen had done nothing to Max for his brutal rape, and that had angered Debbie. Yet, she wasn't about to kick them out. The money was too good.
However, she had nothing to do with the movie. She didn't even go out while it was being filmed. Being around Susan made her uncomfortable.
"What has that to do with me?" Debbie asked, as she dried off her hands.
"A lot," Cullen explained. "I'm afraid that the people in town are beginning to wonder exactly what is going on out here. I don't think they'd like the idea of us making a porno movie."
"You could make up some story," Debbie said.
"That's true," Cullen agreed, "but the problem with that is they might not believe my story. They might want to keep hanging around until they discover the truth. What we need is some way to buy them off."
"Bribe them to be quiet?" Debbie asked.
"That's it, exactly," Cullen said.
Debbie thought about his suggestion. Something like that might work with Sheriff Colby, but he very seldom went anywhere anymore. More than likely it would be the intense young Tom Kidder who came.
"I don't think you could bribe Tom Kidder," she said. "He's one of those deputies dedicated to truth. An offer of money would make him mad."
"I wasn't thinking of money," Cullen said softly.
Debbie had to think for a moment before she realized what he meant.
"Ummm," Debbie said. "Yes, that might work. Susan is a sexy girl. He'd probably go for her in a big way. That might do the trick."
"I wasn't thinking of Susan," Cullen said.
The only other girl who was in the movie was Julia. Julia was a large-tittied blonde whose specialty was deep throat. Debbie didn't like her very much.
"You mean Julia?" Debbie questioned. "No, I think you would do better with Susan. I don't think Julia's his type. He's one of those who goes for the sweet type."
"Like yourself," Cullen said. "A young widow who has just lost her husband. I'm sure he would provide a warm shoulder to cry on, and you could keep him out of here for a few days until we finish filming."
"Me?" Debbie questioned. "You mean you want me to seduce Tom?"
"Yes," Cullen said. "You'd be perfect. Besides, I think he goes for you."
"I don't think so," Debbie said coldly. "I don't go around doing things to young men."
"Don't be an ass, Debbie," Cullen said. "I know you're still mad about what happened with Max. Maybe he was a little rough, but he didn't mark you any and you know you enjoyed the hell out of it."
"That's not true," Debbie lied. "And I won't play whore just to keep your picture going. I've got enough money to live on a while from the two weeks you've been paying me for. I don't need you that badly."
"Yes, you do," Cullen said softly. "You need me very badly, but you just don't know it."
"The hell with you and your picture," Debbie said. "Get Susan to do your fucking for you."
She expected Cullen to get angry, but instead he smiled. She didn't like the way he smiled. It made her feel strange.
"Come here, Debbie," he said.
She could have refused. There was nothing frightening in his tone or manner. Instead she put down her towel and walked to him.
He put one hot hand on her thigh just at the point where her skirt ended.
"You're a beautiful woman, Debbie," he said. "A lonely woman. You're mad because we haven't been able to give you the fucking we promised."
"No," Debbie said.
His hand crept beneath her skirt and up her thighs. She shivered as she felt his fingers softly caressing her inner thighs.
"You need us, Debbie," Cullen said softly. "You need to help us stay around for a while. There might even be others who come to use your farm. Good locations are hard to find."
His fingers slipped between the fabric of her panties and her bare skin.
"Ooooh," Debbie groaned.
His fingers gently prodded the petals of her pussy and then slipped inside. She closed her legs together tightly on his finger.
"You know you like it, Debbie," Cullen said. "And just think how much fun it'll be to seduce Tom. Think about sucking his jism up into your mouth. That's what you love, Debbie. A good cock to suck and another in your pussy. Isn't that when you had the most fun? When Peter and I had you?"
"Yes," Debbie admitted.
He stopped the delicious movement of his finger just as it touched her swollen clit.
"Please," she said. "Don't stop. Don't stop now."
"Are you going to do as I ask?" Cullen asked. "Are you going to fuck Tom so good that he doesn't give a damn what we do out here."
"Yes," Debbie moaned. "Yes, I'll do anything."
She heard the sound of his zipper as he released his cock. Her hand reached immediately for him. She liked the feel of his rubbery flesh between her fingers.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Your finger is driving me crazy. I'm getting so hot down there."
She grasped his cock tightly and began to move her hand up and down. She felt him get harder and her fingers got a little sticky from his pre-cum.
He got two fingers between her panties and into her boiling cunt. She spread her legs wider so that his fingers could go deeper, but that still wasn't enough.
She released him and stepped back.
"Oh Cullen," she moaned. "I've got to get my panties off. I need your cock in me so bad. I need you to fuck me, Cullen. I need to be fucked with your big cock. I'm so fucking hot, Cullen."
She kept talking to him as she pulled her flimsy panties down her legs.
She quickly sank down to her knees and pressed her full lips against the head of Cullen's prick. She tasted his lubricating juice on the tip of her tongue. She licked at him until she could taste no more.
She slipped into his lap and put her hand between them. She found his ramrod hard cock and she pressed it against her burning cunthole.
"Oh Cullen," she moaned.
She was facing away from Cullen and she tried to get turned around.
Instead she felt Cullen pushing his cock into her cunt from behind.
"God, Cullen," she cried. "That's good. That feels good. Oh Cullen!"
He slammed his thick rod completely into her and she sighed with relief.
"That feels so good," she said. "I love it. Oh fuck me, Cullen. Fuck me hard. Put your hard prick in me as far as you can. Fuck me, Cullen!"
She knew it didn't seem natural for her to get so hot so quickly, but she couldn't deny that Cullen's cock was sending delicious pleasure all over her body.
She felt his hands go around her waist and she was tugged back against him.
His hands went underneath her blouse and under her flimsy bra to cup her titties. She moaned and pushed her titties hard against his hands. Her nipples became painfully hard.
"That's nice," she cried. "Oh that's so nice. You do know how to make me happy, Cullen. You know how to make me beg for more."
"Of course, baby," Cullen said.
She began to bounce rapidly on his cock as he squeezed her titties. Her cuntal muscles worked on the stiff prick that invaded her. She tried to press down harder each time to get more of his thick prick within her.
"I love it, Cullen," she screamed. "I love it!"
He was also groaning and his hips were rising in savage strokes. She could hear his balls slapping against her and it was like sweet music.
She heard the kitchen door open and the big-titted blonde came in.
"Well," Julia said. "That looks real nice."
Debbie was ashamed of being like this in front of Julia, but she knew she couldn't stop. She knew the blonde could read the look of pure pleasure that was in her eyes.
"Jesus," Cullen said. "I'm going to come. I'm going to blow my wad in your cunt. Oh Jesus, baby, it feels good. Here I come. HERE I COMEEEEE!"
He squirted thickly into her and she pressed down to take every delicious drop.
Her own climax followed seconds later and made her scream with delight.
"Nice," Julia said. "We should have gotten that on camera."
Debbie got a little red-faced, but she couldn't hide the fact that she had enjoyed the hell out of Cullen's fucking her.
Debbie was right about it being the deputy who came to check things out.
She watched him step out of his car and place his hat carefully on his head. Debbie had known Tom since their school days. He was a good-looking young man who had been a year behind her in school.
She'd always known that he had a fantastic crush on her, but that had only been amusing to her.
Now she knew she was going to have to use that crush to get him to look the other way about the movie.
He brushed at an imaginary speck on his shirt as he strode across the yard.
"Hello Tom," Debbie said sweetly. "What brings you out here?"
He was looking at her lustfully, but she'd known he would because she had dressed especially for the meeting.
She had showered and perfumed herself and put on the tightest pair of shorts she owned. Her asscheeks were plainly visible because she wore no panties. Her halter top was cut dangerously low so that her creamy flesh bulged out almost to her nipples.
He cleared his throat nervously.
"Sheriff asked me to stop," Tom said. "We've had some complaints."
"You have?" Debbie asked innocently. "About what?"
"Well," he answered. "It's kind of hard to talk to you about. Mrs. Baxter next door was driving by the other day and she claims she saw a naked woman being chased by a big ugly man. She says she thought the woman was you."
"Me?" Debbie asked. "Of course it wasn't me."
"Well," he said. "There have been rumors of something going on out here. A lot of strange people seen about. You're not in some kind of trouble are you, Debbie?"
"No," Debbie laughed. "I can explain the people and everything."
She saw that this was going to be tougher than she had figured. He was lusting after her, but there was suspicion in his eyes. He knew there was something going on, and he was determined to find out what it was.
"I'll tell you what," Debbie said. She took his arm and started pulling him along toward the edge of the wooded glade. "Let's walk down by the stream and I'll explain everything to you."
"Well, I'm kind of in a hurry," he said.
"Aw, come on," Debbie urged. "It's too nice a day to be going around in a stuffy old patrol car."
He had stopped but she pressed close to him. She knew he felt her warm tit pressed against his side. That changed his mind.
"Okay," he said. "But only for a little while."
"I promise we'll only stay as long as you want," Debbie said. "But a walk will do you good."
They entered the wooded glade and walked to where the stream cut through a mound of soft grass.
"It's nice here," she said. "Joe and I used to walk here a lot."
She was looking at him out of the corner of her eyes and she saw his expression of sympathy. She knew what he was thinking. Poor, lonely widow woman. And that was only one thought away from giving her comfort.
But he still had enough policeman in him to ask her a question.
"What about the guests?" he asked.
"They're making a movie," she said.
"What kind of movie has a naked woman running around?" Tom asked.
She sighed. She was going to have to seduce him quickly before he had time to think.
"Let's sit down," she suggested.
He didn't argue as she pulled him down beside her. His holstered gun poked her side. She leaned closer to him so that he could smell her perfume.
"It doesn't matter, does it?" she asked him. "I mean, I'm so lonely out here and nobody would give me a job after Joe died. I wouldn't have made it if they hadn't come along."
"I understand that," he said. "But they can't make a dirty movie out here."
"But it'll just be a little while longer," she pleaded. "I need the money they pay me."
She saw it in his eyes that he was going to kiss her and she almost laughed. She was glad she didn't, because she knew that Tom was the serious type about everything.
His lips brushed lightly against hers and he drew back quickly.
"I'm sorry, Debbie,' he said. "I know I shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?" She asked. "I told you that I get so lonely out here."
This time she kissed him fiercely, slightly parting her lips so that her tongue could brush against his closed mouth. He was still hesitant and she grabbed his hand. She placed his palm against one of her tits.
"Ooooh," she moaned. "I really do get lonely without a man around."
He couldn't control himself any longer.
He gave a soft cry and pushed her back against the bank. She felt his hands going over her body, caressing and fondling her as if he had never touched a woman before.
"Debbie," he breathed. "Oh God, Debbie."
She was surprised at the heat of his passion. She'd known that he was hot for her but she expected him to be able to control himself a little better.
But he was almost frantic as he tore at her clothes. He got her halter pulled up to expose her jutting mounds. His lips brushed across one nipple and she moaned.
She grasped him by the hair and pulled his face back to her titties.
"Suck them, Tom," she moaned. "Suck them. Bite them. Do what you want."
He went crazy with his hps and tongue. Her nipples got hard as his tongue caressed her and then he was sucking in more of her creamy flesh deep into her throat. She cooed softly and stroked his hair.
"Oh Tom," she moaned. "Your lips feel so good on me. I love for you to do that. You're really turning me on. I love it!"
Her words encouraged him and he began to suck harder and to give her nipples gentle little bites that increased her excitement.
"Ummm, Tom," she groaned.
She slid her hand down his side and felt his gun. She slipped her hand between their bodies and she traced the outline of his crotch with her fingertips.
She felt him tense as he felt her hand down there. He pushed against her in a dry hump.
"God, Tom," she said. "You're so hot. You're making me hot for it."
He continued to suck her titties while his strong hands went underneath her buttocks. He began to squeeze her soft asscheeks.
"Oh Tom," she whispered. "You're driving me crazy. I want your cock in me. I need it bad."
She fumbled with his zipper, but she got it undone. She was beginning to get as hot as he was.
She reached her hand inside and found his throbbing cock. She laced her fingers around his cock and pulled it out of his trousers.
"Tom," she groaned. "Tom, take off my shorts.
My pussy's so hot. Take off my shorts."
He found the zipper of her shorts and undid them. He peeled them down her legs and she kicked them off. He didn't bother to undress anymore. He just fell between her legs and placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, Tom, put it in me. Drive your big old cock in me."
He wasted no time. Perhaps he sensed that she was already dripping wet between her legs. He thrust into her with a savage movement that drove his throbbing member into her cunt all the way to his balls.
"Oh Tom," she groaned.
She had never been with a man as impatient as Tom. He pulled his cock half out and drove it fiercely back into her again.
Then he began to fuck her in and out with savage, short strokes.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his driving buttocks and pressed her arms around his back. She pulled him tighter against her so that her titties were flattened against his chest.
She sensed that he wouldn't be able to last long with such driving desire, but she also sensed that he was trying not to come too soon.
She started whispering in his ear.
"Come on, baby," she said. "You don't have to worry about me. You don't have to get me off. Just drive that big old cock into me and fill w with your cum. Just keep fucking me, honey. Fuck me as hard as you want."
It was unlike any fucking she had ever experienced. He seemed so intense as he drove his cock into her. She felt his balls slapping hard against her.
She could feel the rough fabric of his clothes and she heard the creaking of his holster.
"Come," she whispered. "Come in me. Fill me up with your sweet cum. That's what a woman is made for. That's what I was made for. To have cum in me. Your cum. Fill me up, sugar. Fill me with your cum!"
He increased his tempo and she knew he was about to come in her.
She used her cuntal muscles on him, and he screamed in delicious pleasure.
"That's right," she moaned. "Give it to me. Fill me up. I can feel your squirting in me. Oh, it's so much. It's so much. Fill me up, Tom. Fill me up! God, you're still squirting. Where did you get so much? Oh Jesus, Tom. Oh Jesus!"
He fell against her as the last thick drop was drained from the end of his cock. She had never felt so filled up by cum. He must have had a gallon of jism!
She got an idea into her head that she couldn't get rid of. She waited until he had rolled off of her until she asked him.
"Tom," she said. "Was I your first woman?"
Tom looked sheepish.
"No," he said. "Course not."
But she knew he was lying. She suddenly knew that she was the first woman that Tom had ever fucked. It was impossible to believe that such a thing could be true of a good-looking boy like Tom.
She had seen the hungry look that some of the girls had given him and she knew he had had plenty of opportunities to get into some choice panties. Surely he couldn't have had it so bad for her that he didn't have any interest in other women.
She knew she didn't know the answer to that question and she knew that she would never ask him. But she suddenly felt very warm and tender toward him.
"Tom," she said softly. "I want to do something special for you."
"What?" he asked.
"Something you'll like," she said. "Something really nice for you."
She rolled over and put her fingers gently against his limp cock. She had the feeling his cock wouldn't stay limp for a while.
"Let's go back up to the house," she said. "I promise you something good."
All suspicion was forever gone from his eyes.