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Debbie Gibson Ch. 01

By: TeamEquipe



"Come on Debbie," her younger sister Julie pleaded, "I need to get out again and this Thursday night would be the perfect opportunity, but I've no-one to go with."

Debbie smiled. "Oh...I see...I'm the last option am I?"

"No, no not at all, I didn't mean it like that and you know it; oh I see, you're taking the mickey," Julie said, hearing Debbie laughing on the other end of the phone.

"So, where is it you want to go?" Debbie asked.

"How about the Spinning Wheel Inn," Julie said, "there's a band on and I hear that they might actually be able to play their own instruments!" 

"Gosh! Well that will be a refreshing change," Debbie said sarcastically. The Spinning Wheel wasn't renowned for hiring top quality local bands. It's usual fare was singers with prerecorded backing tracks.

"Pleeaassee," Julie whined.

"Oh, I suppose so," Debbie said without much enthusiasm. The Spinning Wheel Inn on a Thursday night was the last place she wanted to go. But it was after all her sister pleading with her.

"Hang on, let me see if Derek's okay with this." Debbie took the phone from her ear and turned in her chair towards her husband Derek. As usual he was oblivious to what was going on around him. His eyes were glued to the television watching football. Nothing interfered with him and his beloved football; or indeed any sport for that matter.

"Yeah, no problem," he grunted. He never had a problem letting Debbie go out especially if it meant he could stop at home.

Debbie brought the phone back up to her ear. "Derek says hi and it's okay with him."

"I'm sure he did," Julie said sarcastically. "Great, so I'll see you Thursday night, pick me up around 8ish?"

"Okay," Debbie replied, "see you Thursday."

* * * * * 

Debbie Gibson stood in front of her wardrobe scanning through her selection of outfits. So far all she was wearing was a matching black lace bra and thong and a pair of sheer thigh high stockings. This was a first for her. She had worn stockings and suspenders when she was younger and dating but since marriage and kids, had taken the easy option of always wearing tights. Out shopping one day she saw the thigh high stockings in a store and acting on a wild impulse had bought them. She had no idea when and if she would ever wear them. So they had remained hidden away, unopened in their packet until now. For some reason she felt slightly guilty putting them on tonight but didn't know why.

As she pondered over her choices she looked into the wardrobe mirror. Looking back at her she saw a woman of medium height with dyed blonde hair, which she'd just had cut into a stylish bob. Her eyes were a deep penetrating blue colour. She was often told these were her best facial feature. Not her best bodily feature though. That was reserved for something lower down.

Despite having had two kids her full round 38DD breasts, whilst maybe not as firm as they used to be still had little or no sag. These were most definitely her best feature. She was probably carrying six or seven pounds more weight than she should but this was distributed around her tummy, hips, thighs and ass and gave her a curvy look, which often got her a second glance.

Not too bad for a thirty seven year old mother she thought. As she re-focused on her search for an outfit for the night idly sliding hangers across the rail in her wardrobe, she pondered over her sister's current problems.

Julie had been virtually engaged to Colin whom she'd known since she was fifteen but he had recently dumped her. It had turned out he was bi-sexual and he had finally decided that he had stronger feelings for a man he had been seeing behind Julie's back. Of course he was contrite and sorry and hadn't wanted to hurt her but that was just how it was. Julie was understandably devastated. She was in love with him. 

Her confidence shattered she'd taken it very badly and it was only now, eight months after the event that she'd had any desire to get back out and start dating again. 

Not that she's going to do any good dragging her old married sister around with her, thought Debbie. There was a twelve year age gap between the sisters, a welcome mistake for her parents but a mistake all the same.

Going through her wardrobe for a third time, Debbie finally selected a black skirt that came 2" above her knee. It was a little bit tight when she slid it up over her hips but once on had the effect of highlighting the plump curve of her ass cheeks; not that Debbie could see that.

For her top, she finally plumped for a short sleeve pale blue sweater, which fluffed out to give the impression it was angora wool or something similar although it was actually made from a polyester and acrylic mix. The fluffiness of the fabric however did nothing to hide the outline of her breasts as it too was a tight fit. 

I haven't worn these for a while Debbie thought. She breathed in, drawing in her stomach as much as she could. I really should start that diet again she mused as she looked at her shape in the mirror.

Happy at last she slipped on her 3" heels and turned sideways to admire the finished look. Not too bad, she thought as she turned to walk out of the room and downstairs. She didn't get far. 

"Oww, jeez these are tight," she exclaimed out loud. She wiggled her toes trying to get them comfortable. 

"No it's no good I can't wear these all night, they're killing my feet already," she said to herself as she kicked them off her feet.

Returning to her wardrobe she went through her collection of shoes, trying each pair on and discounting them because they were either too tight or too loose or didn't go with her outfit. She shook her head. So many shoes and they're all rubbish she mused. Why is it that shoes fit perfectly when you buy them but the minute you get them home they don't!

She stretched to reach the last pair. They had been pushed way to the back of the wardrobe. They were black with a 4" heel. I can't remember buying these, they're way too high she thought. It must have been a weak moment. She looked them over. It was obvious to her that she had never worn them. 

She slipped then on anyway. Surprisingly they were the best fit of any of her shoes and really quite comfortable. 

"They'll do," she said to herself. She tottered downstairs trying hard to adapt to the new height.

Looking in the full length hall mirror for a last minute check before leaving she realised that the extra height of her heels seemed to stretch her legs and made them look thinner. 

Maybe I need to wear high heels more often if that's the effect it has on my legs she thought, pleased with the overall look.

Calling out goodbye to Derek and getting a grunt in reply she left to pick up Julie.

* * * 

Arriving at the Spinning Wheel Inn, they got a drink each from the bar and found a seat. The Inn got noticeably busier as the time for the band to play came round. Debbie had already spoken to a number of people she knew but hadn't seen for a while. Derek very rarely took her out these days. Julie, who'd already had a few more drinks than Debbie was surveying the room. Not seeing anybody that looked likely she nudged Debbie.

"Come on Sis, get to the bar, it's your round and make them doubles this time, in fact make it two doubles each cos I think we won't get back to the bar soon if it continues like this." She motioned towards the door as more people entered.

"Oh do I have to?" Debbie replied in mock protest as she stood. "I presume you want the same again?" She motioned to Julie's nearly empty glass.

"Of course," Julie smiled sweetly. Debbie scowled back but good naturedly.

When Debbie returned from the bar, a trip that took fifteen minutes as they were extremely busy by now, she found her seat had been taken by a young man. He wasn't bad looking Debbie observed and appeared to be around Julie's age.

"Oh hi sis, this is Brad," Julie said introducing her admirer. "And Brad, this is my sister Debbie." Debbie said hello but as soon as the introductions were over, the band came on which made conversation between the three of them impossible. But not for Julie and Brad it seemed, who were soon talking with their heads very close together.

Debbie looked around the crowded bar. The band was extremely loud and not playing music that she particularly wanted to hear. She was relieved when she spotted some old friends in another part of the bar and not wanting to play gooseberry left the table to go talk with them.

The rest of the night passed very quickly and Debbie really enjoyed herself catching up with old friends. She also had more to drink than she normally did and was definitely over her limit!

Eventually realising that the band had finished playing and people were starting to drift off home, Debbie said goodnight to her friends and went in search of Julie. As she walked through the bar she heard a shout.

"Debbie, Debbie, oh there you are." Julie came through with Brad, who was holding her hand, a fact not lost on Debbie.

"Brad's invited us back to his place for a drink," Julie said.

"Well, that's nice but we really should be getting home," Debbie replied. The last thing she wanted was more drink. She was looking forward to her nice comfy bed and a good nights sleep.

"Oh come on sis, I know you're not at work tomorrow and it's not often you get out and...well...pleeeaassse."

Debbie looked at her sister. I really should be going, she thought, but Julie seems to have found someone nice and it's been a while, she's been so down that maybe...

"Okay then but not for long," she stated, instantly regretting it.

"Thanks sis, you're the best." Julie beamed.

* * *

Brad's house was just round the corner from the Spinning Wheel Inn so it wasn't long before they were inside his living room watching him as he stood behind his mini bar pouring drinks for them all.

Debbie sat in an easy chair, whilst Julie had perched herself on a bar stool next to Brad. 

Brad and Julie by now we're flirting constantly, touching each other as they chatted away, giggling at who knows what!

Debbie began to feel decidedly uncomfortable. She knew this had been a bad idea. She was too old to be here playing gooseberry. Standing, she left the room unnoticed to search for a toilet.

It took her a while to find it as she took the opportunity to have a good look round. She convinced herself that she was just being protective of her sister. If Julie was going to get serious with Brad, Debbie wanted to assess what type of guy he was. She felt by looking at his house she could gauge this. It wasn't true really. She was just being extremely nosy.

She walked back along the hallway towards the room but as she drew nearer she began to hear noises filtering out through the open doorway. She paused and cocked her head to one side and listened. The sound was unmistakeable. It was definitely what she'd initially thought it was.

She crept forward before stopping just outside the doorway to the room. She peeked round the door-frame.

Right in front of her eyes, Julie and Brad were kissing but it was what Brad was doing with his hand that made Debbie stop in her tracks.

He looked to have his hand up Julie's leg. High up on Julie's leg. At the top of her legs, nestled in the vee at the top of her thighs. And it was moving, very rapidly. She could tell this by the movement of Julie's skirt. And the rocking motion of her bar stool as her hips moved. And judging by her moans, he was doing things to her that she was liking; a lot!

Debbie didn't move. From her position she could see them but they couldn't see her. As she watched from the doorway she began to feel the first stirrings of arousal. 

She knew she should move away but as much as that part of her demanded it, another part of her wanted to stay and watch. It was a compelling reaction, erotic and voyeuristic. Debbie could feel the heat flooding through her body. Her heart began to pound in her chest whilst she continued to watch her sister being finger fucked. She licked her dry lips, scarcely able to breath.

Julie's constant loud moaning heightened Debbie's feelings and she could feel the wetness between her legs now as she pressed her thighs together. Faintly surprised she became aware that her nipples were brushing up against the fabric of her bra as they began to swell.

She was so engrossed in her live porn show that she didn't hear the front door open and close as Brad's room mate, Curtis Freeman, returned from his night out. 

* * *

Earlier that evening, Curtis had bragged to Brad that he wouldn't be back until tomorrow as he was on to a 'sure thing'. Unfortunately for Curtis his target was at 'that time of the month' and he had come home extremely frustrated. 

He thought he'd said all the right things to his date and that he was in for a guaranteed fuck. She had certainly given every indication that she was more than willing and he was well past second base, approaching third when she dropped the hammer on his carnal aspirations. He had left with a huge hard on even though she offered to take care of him with her mouth. Whilst he wasn't averse to a blow job, what he really wanted was a good fuck! It had been a while.

He too heard the noise coming from the living room and seeing Debbie standing at the doorway he immediately knew what was happening. He could see that the girl...he looked more closely... sorry...woman at the doorway was definitely turned on.

He took in the view in front of him. Debbie's left hand was high up, grasping the door frame, clinging on for support. He could clearly see the rings on her third finger, so he assumed she was married. 

Starting at her feet his eyes moved up her body, taking in first her high heels which accentuated her firm legs. This had the effect of making her ass stick out, which wasn't a bad thing in his mind. Her skirt stretched tight across her ass cheeks and looked really, really good. 

His cock twitched.

Moving slightly to one side he was able to take in the curve and size of her breasts under her tight pale blue short sleeve sweater. He took a sharp intake of breath as he realised how big they were. Mmmmm he thought, very, very nice. He finished by taking a look at the side of her face and realised that she was older than he first thought.

God, she's a MILF!

His cock twitched again and then pulsed, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his trousers.

Curtis was nothing if not bold. With no hint of hesitation he walked over to where Debbie was hanging onto the door frame and stood close behind her. He could smell her perfume. It heightened his senses. He could see she was affected by the events happening inside the room. She seemed to be struggling to stand upright.

Debbie was totally oblivious to Curtis' presence. She hadn't heard the front door open or close. She hadn't realised that Curtis had entered and was now stood close behind her.

She was consumed by a feeling. It was a strange feeling, one she'd never experienced before. She could feel something happening between her legs. It was like an itch that couldn't be relieved by scratching. Her nipples were hurting. They seemed as if they were trying to push out through her bra and sweater. She wanted to touch them, to feel her breasts but didn't feel she should, just in case. In case of what, she didn't know.

What was that? She jolted slightly as she felt something brush against her. Looking down she saw a hand on her right arm. She should have reacted by turning and seeing who or what it was. But she didn't. She watched, mesmerised as the hand rubbed up and down her arm, first on the outside and then round to the inside. As it came to the inside the fingers brushed the outside swell of her right breast.

A jolt of electricity shot down her arm at that first initial touch on her breast. Oh my, she thought. Her heart thudded inside her chest as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted slightly. The hand continued to move gently up and down her arm constantly brushing against her right breast.

It stopped. It took her a short while to realise it had stopped. 

"Oh!" She felt something brush against her skirt. She found herself being pushed forward onto her toes as the hand grasped her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Oh!" Her breathing quickened.

Curtis took his hand off her ass then brought both his hands round to cup Debbie's impressive 38DD breasts. He squeezed them, feeling his fingers sink into her flesh. He could make out the shape of her bra beneath her top as his hands roamed freely over the expanse of her breasts. He pushed them up and down whilst continuing to squeeze them. He felt the erect nipples harden.

"Mmmm," Debbie moaned as she felt her desire building. She had no thought of who was touching her and no thought of resistance. It had been the relief she had craved. She threw her head back to rest it on Curtis' shoulder. Her eyes were tightly closed.

By the noise now coming out from the living room it was obvious that Julie was getting fucked by Brad and that just heightened her feelings.She was being overwhelmed by her own rapidly growing arousal.

Curtis lifted Debbie's skirt up over her hips to expose her lovely ass. He ran his hands up and down her thighs savouring the feeling from her sheer stockings whilst he struggled to free his rapidly expanding hard on.

He grabbed Debbie's left hand freeing it from the door frame and shuffled her sideways and over to the nearby hall table. 

Placing her hands on the table and prompted by Curtis, Debbie bent over compliantly. 

As she lent forward, he pushed her sweater up followed by her bra, releasing her massive tits, which hung down begging to be squeezed. Curtis wasted no time as he fondled them, catching her swollen nipples between his finger and thumbs.

"Uuunngghhh..." Debbie groaned. She liked nothing better than having her breasts groped. Her body felt like it was on fire.

Curtis spread her legs wider as he brought a hand up and rubbed it down her ass crack. He slid it to her pussy which was soaking wet. He moved further, his fingers probing for her clit.

"Oooonnggghhhh..." Debbie reacted as he found it.

Taking his swollen cock in his left hand he positioned himself behind her and pushing forward forced himself inside her pussy.

"Oohhh...ooohhh...uunngg...oh my god," Debbie groaned as she felt his cock enter her pussy.

"Fuck you're tight," Curtis grunted as he slid his cock further inside her.

Debbie groaned loudly again. Her body slumped down onto the table top.

Curtis had never thought of himself as having a big cock. It was only 7" but it was obvious from Debbie's reaction that he was bigger than she was used to. 

As he pulled back, Debbie's pussy clamped down hard to stop him leaving. He pushed back in taking his time but by now she had relaxed and her pussy had adjusted to the invasion.

He pulled fully out for the last time and then thrust in again and started to fuck her. He stroked his hard cock in and out, pounding into her with force. He needed this after his frustration earlier in the evening.

Debbie hadn't been fucked like this for such a long time and she had kidded herself that it didn't matter. 

She felt her first orgasm build inside her and stifled her scream when she came. She didn't want Julie to be aware that she was getting fucked as well.

Unlike Derek, who usually came as soon as she did, Curtis continued to pound away, his hands moving constantly over her huge 38DD breasts.

Debbie gripped the sides of the hall table as it banged against the wall. Her knuckles were white. She wailed and grunted with every thrust as Curtis rammed into her.

She came a second time, something that hadn't happened to her for a long, long time and certainly never with Derek.

She fleetingly felt guilty, she was after all cheating on her husband but as Curtis brought her to another shattering orgasm the thought quickly vanished as she gave in to her unexpected lust.


Debbie Gibson Ch. 01



Curtis was now picking up the pace as he felt his own orgasm building. As he stiffened, his fingers twisted Debbie's nipples bringing her to her biggest orgasm of the night. He exploded, sending string after string of his white cum flooding into her pussy.

He collapsed onto her back as she lay panting below him.

"Fuck me," he said, "that was fucking incredible."

As they lay there they both realised that they could still hear noises from the living room. Julie and Brad were still at it.

Debbie felt Curtis' cock begin to swell inside her as he began to get turned on again. She couldn't believe it. Young men and their powers of recovery.

He pulled out from her pussy and turned her round to look at her for the first time.

"God, you're fucking gorgeous," he said and quickly bent down and kissed Debbie on her full red lips.

Debbie taken completely by surprise, resisted at first but soon returned his kisses.

What am I doing, she thought as their lips parted and their tongues intertwined.

Curtis broke the kiss and taking Debbie by the hand led her into his bedroom. 

"What are you..." Debbie started, her words cut off as Curtis kissed her deeply once more.

"Nothing," he murmured as he removed her top and bra, tossing them to one side. He pulled down her skirt, struggling to push it over her full hips, her lacy thong joining it on the floor.

He laid her on the bed, spreading her legs and knelt between them. There was no resistance from Debbie. No thought of what she was doing or allowing to happen. Nothing mattered at that moment than her own sexual gratification, if that was what it was. 

She just wanted to be fucked.

His cock was rock hard again and he had no problems sliding straight into Debbie's soaking cum filled pussy as he brought himself up her body to kiss her again.

Debbie's arms curled round his neck pulling him closer as her hips moved in unison to his thrusts. 

Curtis broke their kiss and moved his mouth to suck on Debbie's hard nipples. Pushing her breasts together with his hands he buried his face in her ample flesh.

"Ooohhhmmm..." Debbie moaned as she quickly felt her orgasm building. She'd never been like this before. It usually took her ages to get to this stage.

Curtis pulled back and grabbed both her legs, lifting them up to his shoulders and then pushing them back towards Debbie. Her pussy was now completely exposed as was her ass.

Debbie gasped as Curtis rammed his cock back inside her pussy and pumped away, quickly bringing her to the orgasm that had been denied her just seconds earlier.

Curtis was experiencing one of the best fucks of his life and he was determined to get as much out of it as he could.

He looked at her enticing ass hole. Oh yeah he thought, I've got to have that. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and slid two fingers in to liberally coat them with their combined juices. He pushed his fingers with some difficulty into her anal passage.

Debbie, for a second didn't know what was happening but as the realisation dawned she pleaded with Curtis.

"No please...please...take them out, take them out, it hurts too much...I've never done it before...please."

"Just give it a moment, it will get better and you might find that you actually like it," he replied.

Debbie's resistance was minimal. Just as her ass relaxed and got used to his fingers, so he replaced them with his cock.

"Oh my god..." she moaned as he eased his cock inside her a bit at a time. "Oh my...oh my...god..." she groaned loudly.

He paused then pushed all the way in. As he bottomed out he stopped for a while before starting to pump in and out. Debbie grunted through gritted teeth before she realised that the pain had eased a bit. Oh it still hurt but an unusual feeling started to wash over her. She began to think she might actually like it.

Curtis moved his hands to her huge 38DD breasts and fondled and groped them, twisting and tweaking and playing with her nipples.

Debbie moaned as her passion grew and when Curtis found her clit, she exploded with another orgasm, her biggest one of the night.

Curtis was nearing his own climax as Debbie's anal passage was so tight. He quickly pulled out of her ass and thrust his rock hard cock straight back into her pussy where he came, flooding her once more with his cum.

He slid his rapidly shrinking cock out of her pussy before collapsing alongside her on his bed.

"Fuck that was intense," he gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

Debbie too was breathing hard. She lay next to him, totally exhausted. 

Realisation hit home. She sat up quickly and turned to Curtis.

"We need to get out of here...before my sister finds out..." she stammered.

Curtis lay looking at her. She looked good. Her breasts were still pointing at him. They were jiggling about as she spoke. He smiled. God they were magnificent.

"You've got great tits," he said with a cheeky grin on his face.

Debbie stared back at him incredulously.

"Get up, now!" she said in her firmest parental voice. If he wanted to act like a kid, she would treat him like one she thought.

She climbed off the bed and retrieved her underwear. She dressed hurriedly.

She looked over at Curtis. "Come on, hurry up," she said.

Curtis laughed as he climbed off the bed and dressed himself.

They made it into the kitchen where he made them both a mug of coffee. They had just sat down with them when a sheepish looking Julie and Brad poked their heads round the door.

"Oh, there you are," Debbie said. "We were wondering when you would come and join us. We're just having a coffee, do you want one?"

"Err no thanks, Julie nervously replied. "Have you been here long?"

Debbie felt herself flush. Oh shit...did Julie know?

"Err yes..well when...err..."

"Curtis," he interrupted...

"Err...yes, when Curtis...came...err...came in...he took me...err he brought me in here...and made me a drink. We didn't want to interrupt you..." 

"Ah yes..." Julie replied sheepishly. "Okay then..we should probably go...if that's okay with you?"

"Absolutely," Debbie replied greatly relieved. "We should definitely go."

She turned to Curtis.

"Thank you. It's been...interesting..."

She turned to leave. Julie and Brad had already gone outside.

She felt a hand grab her arm. Curtis was there. He kissed her, long and hard. She felt herself kiss him back. His hands roamed over her breasts. She liked it and felt herself respond. He broke the kiss.

"If you ever want to do that again, here's my number." Curtis murmured as he pressed a piece of paper into her hand.

Debbie slipped it into her purse. I'll throw it away later she thought as she walked out of the house. She could feel Curtis' cum oozing through her soaking wet thong and down her thighs. 



Debbie Gibson Ch. 02



I clambered into the front seat of my car. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. I could barely look at my sister Julie when she slid in to the passenger seat alongside me.

"Are you okay to drive?" she asked.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," I replied a little snappily. I wasn't really. I'd had far too much to drink and shouldn't have been anywhere near a car let alone drive one. But I needed to get home.

Fifteen minutes later and we arrived at Julie's house. We had barely spoken to each other the entire trip.

She leaned back inside the car. "Thanks sis, see you soon...yeah?"

"Yeah, no problem. Glad you hooked up..." I stopped myself from saying anymore. I could feel my face colouring up.

There was an awkward silence for a split second.

"Right, got to go," I blurted out as I engaged first gear. Julie just managed to slam the door shut as I accelerated away.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It didn't appear that she had any idea that I had just been fucked by the best friend of the guy who had picked Julie up tonight.

When I got home, Derek was still up. I poked my head round the door. He was still engrossed in some sporty thing or other on the television.

"Hi, I'm back," I said. He grunted some reply about not interrupting him right now. He was obviously not the remotest bit interested that I was home, which was fine by me.

I dashed upstairs and quickly shedding my clothes jumped into the shower.

And then it hit me. The guilt.

I can honestly say I felt sick to my stomach. I had cheated on my husband. The father of my children. What the hell was I thinking about!

But then another feeling came over me. Did I regret it...NO! 

Shit, where did that feeling come from. How can you feel guilty but have no regrets. That's impossible...right?

But that's exactly how I felt. As the hot water cascaded over my body, I replayed it over in my mind again and again, trying to come to terms with what had happened tonight. But the answer I arrived at was always the same. 

I'd liked it. 

I narrowed it down to two reasons. The first was because I had been so turned on by what was happening to Julie. Watching her get fucked by Brad had been tremendously erotic and had set off feelings inside me that I'd forgotten I had. 

The second was because my inhibitions had been considerably lowered by the amount of alcohol I'd consumed. Of course it could be a combination of the two but the end result was the same. Whilst I shouldn't have done it there was no denying it or getting away from it...the sex had been unbelievable!

* * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks the guilty part kept coming back to haunt me and kept the memory of my betrayal ever present in my mind. 

As it was today. I had arrived home from work and was again deep in thought when I was jolted back to reality by the phone. The strident ringing tone made me jump. I rushed over and picked it up.

"Hi Debs, it's Tanya, how are you...how was work?" I'd not had to say one word. Tanya never bothered to wait for the person she was ringing to speak first. 

"Just great, as always," I replied, "although I'm a bit fed up at the moment with all the early starts I keep getting. It's no joke going to work at six in the morning. Anyway, how about you, when are you next in?"

Tanya was my friend from work and whilst we both worked at the same mini supermarket we were usually on different shifts so rarely got to talk much to each other.

"Oh tomorrow between two and six pm," Tanya replied. "Can't wait. I hate these four hour shifts." The sarcasm was clearly evident in her voice before it brightened. "Anyway, the reason for the call is to see if you want to come out on Friday night with the girls. We figured we would try that new nightclub that's opened in town."

"This Friday coming...oh that sounds like a great idea," I was enthused. Recollections of my last night came flooding to the fore. I quickly pushed them to the back of my mind.

"I haven't been out for awhile and this Friday would be perfect as Derek's away on a fishing trip for the weekend and the kids are at his parents." 

"Brilliant," Tanya said, "so far then it'll be you, me, Pat, Ann and Sylvie who are going, should be fun, can't wait."

* * * * *

I don't know where the days go but Friday night came round all too soon. Derek dropped the kids off with his parents before setting off on his weekend away and I met up with the girls from work. We were now queued up outside the nightclub. It was early but with it being the new venue in town demand to get in was high.

As we stood there waiting, I looked around to see if there was anyone else out tonight that I might know. It occurred to me as I scanned the crowd that I seemed much taller than any of my friends. Maybe it was because although I'm only 5'6" tall I was wearing 4" stilettos. Everyone else seemed to be wearing more sensible heels or flats. Sod it I thought. I don't often get dressed up to go out. 

Tonight I'd dressed quite conservatively as befitting a mother of two children. My tight black skirt came just above my knee and my blouse with a button up front showed just a hint of my cleavage and the swell of my 38DD breasts. Not too shabby for a 37 year old woman. Okay, I might be carrying a pound or two more than I should but it is fairly evenly distributed round my legs, hips and ass cheeks. I'd also had my hair done today. As well as a cut and blow dry I'd also had it dyed a slightly different shade of blonde. I liked it. Derek hadn't noticed. Quelle surprise!

We were laughing and joking whilst we waited for our turn to gain entry into the club, chatting mainly about work. It seemed that I was the only one who seemed to know most of the staff from the other shops in the chain but even then with some, it was only a passing acquaintance.

Eventually it was our turn and once inside we headed straight for the bar. The music was already pounding and we had to shout to make ourselves heard.

When we finally got served we decided it would be better to pool our money and buy several rounds in one go so that we didn't have to keep going back to the bar, which was extremely busy.

As was my custom, I started out with a lager (pint!) and then lined up several vodka and tonics (doubles!).

Hitting the dance floor, we soon got into the driving beat of the music and the evening flew by as we danced and drank, then danced some more.

I seemed to knock back my drinks fairly quickly. It was thirsty work dancing. I was feeling really good and I was clearly the life and soul of the party. Well I thought so anyway!

It was probably a good job Derek wasn't here, he would have been disgusted with me. He didn't like to see me like this when my inhibitions were considerably lowered by booze.

Taking a rest, most of the girls were stood around our table drinking, except for Tanya, who was dancing on top of it. She was drunk and just didn't care who saw her. I was talking quite loudly to Ann, when I spotted someone I thought I knew.

"Hey, Tanya," I yelled up to her, "isn't that Marlene's husband, err, what's his name, err, Tony, yeah, that's it, Marlene's husband, Tony?"

"No idea," Tanya yelled back, "don't know Marlene."

"Yeah you do," I shouted, "Marlene Smith, she works at the branch near the railway station."

"No, never met her, so don't know," she shouted back as she wildly waved her arms about to the music.

"I'll go find out," I said and boldly walked over to where the man was standing.

I sprang out in front of him, "It's Tony isn't it?" I exclaimed. He looked blankly at me but I wasn't perturbed. "It's me, Debbie, Debbie Gibson. I work at the mini supermarket. I thought it was you, what are you doing here? Is Marlene with you?"

A nonplussed Tony took stock. "Err...oh...hi...err...no...err...Marlene's not with me."

"Oh," I interrupted, with an inane grin on my face, "boy's night out is it?"

"Err...yeah...something like that," he replied.

"Well that's nice," I stupidly replied. "Anyway, why don't you join us for a drink if you've nothing better to do." I grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him reluctantly towards the girls.

Tony seemed a bit sheepish at first and after the introductions he went off to the bar. The girls, especially Tanya, giggled as we discussed why he would be here on his own.

"He's clearly nervous of us isn't he. Maybe he's escaped Marlene for the night and he's on the prowl for a bit on the side!" Ann chuckled. 

"Oh really Ann, why would you think that?" I naively said. "What do you mean...a bit on the side."

"You know..." Ann winked at me. "I understand she can be a bit of a bitch. Maybe Tony's on the lookout for someone more...giving...if you know what I mean." She began to cackle. 

"Hang on," I interrupted, "I thought you didn't know her?"

"Well I don't, it's only by reputation," Ann answered with a sly grin.

The conversation was cut short as Tony returned with drinks for everyone. He now seemed more than happy to stay with us and the girls eventually managed to drag him onto the dance floor. He danced with all of them in turn before he seemingly began to concentrate mainly on me. I didn't understand why but it didn't bother me. He was a pretty good dancer unlike Derek who had two left feet.

As the evening drew to a close so the mood of the music altered. Tony and me had been dancing together apart, if you know what I mean so we were stood close when a slower number came on. It seemed natural for Tony to slip his hands round my waist and draw me into his chest. No doubt he could feel my 38DD breasts press against him.

He pulled me in tighter. I wasn't really resisting. If truth be known I was more than a little tipsy and didn't notice where Tony now had his hands. We were swaying together and I had laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I became aware of his growing arousal when he ground his crotch into me. I could feel a definite bulge pushing against me as his cock began to swell. I was aware that he was nuzzling into my neck and as his lips touched my flesh it sent little sparks of energy fluttering up and down my body.

The number finished abruptly, jerking me out of my daze. Tony led me off the dance floor returning me to our table. I sank gratefully into a chair, glad to get off my feet for a moment. My feet were killing me now. Tony went off to the bar to get us both another drink.

It was then that I noticed that the girls were getting ready to leave.

"What's happening...are you going?" I asked.

"Yep...we've just found out that the club has to close at midnight, something to do with licensing laws or something that they haven't managed to sort out yet. So we're going downtown to that other nightclub," Tanya said. "Are you coming with us because if you are, we're leaving now."

"So are you getting a taxi?" I asked just as Tony arrived back with our drinks.

"No," Tanya replied, "we're walking, it's not that far."

"You're kidding me. It's the other end of town. I can't walk all the way down there in these shoes, my feet are killing me already," I exclaimed.

"What's up?" Tony asked, handing me my drink. I explained what was happening.

"No problem," he said, "I can give you a lift downtown to the nightclub if you want."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "That would be great, are you sure you don't mind. Hang on a minute...haven't you been drinking?"

"No, I was designated driver tonight so I've only been drinking soft drinks," he replied still keeping up the pretence of being on a lad's night out.

"That's sorted then," Tanya exclaimed abruptly, "we'll see you down there later." With that the girls left, leaving me alone with Tony.

We chatted whilst we had our drinks. Well, Tony chatted anyway. I got the impression I was slurring my words somewhat.

Twenty minutes had gone by before Tony stood up and held out his hand for me. "Come on," he said, "let's go meet your mates."

I knocked back the remains of my drink and we left the club, turning immediately into an alley that runs down the side of the nightclub.

"Your car's down here?" I asked. I was surprised as the main car park was in the other direction.

"Yeah," Tony replied, "it's parked in a garage that my mate owns. I always park it up there when I come into town, it prevents any trouble."

"Oh, so I'm going the right way then," I said.

I realised that I was walking in front of Tony. He hadn't tried to catch up with me. I sensed rather than knew that he was looking at my legs. What he didn't know was that I was wearing sheer stockings with my 4" stilettos. What I didn't realise was that he was getting a good look at my ass. My hips were swaying as I walked and my ass cheeks were moving up and down quite visibly against the tightly stretched fabric of my skirt.

I also didn't know that he thought it was a wonderful sight and that his cock, which was now tenting his trousers, thought so too! 

"We're here," he said, reaching a garage door. Of course I'd walked past it and had to turn and come back. Tony opened the smaller access door and ushered me inside.

"There it is," he said as he pointed to his car. It appeared to be wedged into a space so narrow that he had trouble squeezing down the side of it. I thought it odd that he would park here. There wasn't a lot of room.

"Sorry it's a bit of a tight fit," he said as he unlocked the car on the passenger side. I had squeezed down the narrow gap after him. He moved to the side to allow me entry into the car.

I bent down to begin my move. Just as I did, Tony quickly ducked back in front of me to move something off the seat. It only took him a split second but I hadn't noticed and was still attempting to complete my move. As he came back out we were face to face, almost touching. It should have been an awkward moment as we paused for a split second. 

I looked into his eyes. He stared into mine. My heat began to pound in my chest as my blood pressure surged. I could scarcely breathe. And in that split second Tony kissed me. He grabbed hold of me and kissed me hard. I was suddenly aware that his hand was holding my left breast and he was fondling it.

My immediate reaction was to wrap my arms round his neck as I kissed him back. I have no idea why I was doing this.

Tony was encouraged by my reaction as he slid his other hand up to take hold of my right breast. He squeezed each of my full rounded breasts in turn, feeling my lacy bra beneath.

"Uunngghh," I softly moaned into Tony's mouth as we continued to kiss.

His fingers moved the fabric of my blouse effortlessly over the solid outline of my bra. It felt so good. He squeezed my breasts and I felt my nipples harden as they began to swell.

I was lost in the passion of the moment. A lot of drink had always made me horny and I'd had a lot to drink. I also like nothing better than to have my breasts man-handled and Tony was certainly fulfilling that requirement.

I felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. It didn't take him long before he had them all undone and had pulled my blouse open, exposing my bra and 38DD breasts to his gaze for the first time.

"Holy Shit," I heard him murmur as he gazed down.

My large, firm tits were pushed out above the confines of my bra giving me an impressive cleavage. Tony moved his hand over my smooth skin spreading his fingers attempting to cover the expanse of flesh on display. 

I watched as he moved his hands onto the outside of my breasts and pushed them together and squeezed. His hands fumbled round to my back trying to find the fastener. 

"It's a front loader," I breathed. There was no thought of what I was allowing Tony to do. I was completely under his control.

He unhooked the clasp pushing the bra cups to either side, exposing all of my massive tits to his view.

And what a view. They'd always been my best bodily feature. They hung there with barely a hint of sag just swaying slightly as my body moved. My nipples were standing proud and erect in the centre of my perfectly sized aureoles. His hands closed round them, his fingers pushing into my firm but soft flesh.

"Oh my god...so big, so fucking perfect..." he groaned as he squeezed again.

"Nnnnrrr," I purred, "ooohhh...so nice..."

Tony continued to fondle my tits before moving his right hand down my skirt until he reached my knee. He slid his hand under the skirt and moving back up my thigh, brought the skirt with it. He obviously loved the feel of my stockings and suspenders, judging by his guttural moan. I could feel his cock pulsing through his trousers as he pushed into me.

The soft flesh above my stockings must have felt hot to his touch as he reached my panties because to me my body seemed to be on fire. I felt his fingers gently brush against the fabric, feeling the swell of my aroused, swollen pussy lips.

"Ooohhh..." I let out a long moan. His touch was electric. It sent shivers up and down my spine.

"Holy shit..." I heard him groan.

"Ooohhh...ooohhh," I moaned again. My breathing was ragged and I could feel my heart pounding even harder inside my chest. I thrust down to meet his fingers. I think he was surprised at how easy I was making this for him.

Personally I was gone. The deadly combination of the passion and too much to drink had overwhelmed my sensible self. Curtis had clearly awoken a desire in me that I didn't know had even gone and although I was about to cheat on my husband Derek again; right here, right now, I couldn't have cared less. This was all about me. 

Selfish...I know I was!

We continued to kiss forcefully, my arm round Tony's neck pulling him in closer whilst his right hand continued to rub my pussy, his fingers sliding my panties to one side.

With his left hand, Tony undid his trousers bringing his already erect cock out. He brought the head to my pussy and stroked up and down the full length of my glistening slit.

"Uunngghh...ooohhh," I moaned. My legs began to shake as my hips twitched uncontrollably.

I fleetingly thought that I should stop this right now before it went any further but I just couldn't find the will power, it felt so good. 

"Uuunngghhh..." I moaned again, relishing the contact of his cock against my pussy lips. I thrust down impatiently.

Tony broke the kiss and as he looked into my eyes he lifted my right leg up and moving it to one side hooked it over the door sill of his car. My pussy was completely exposed to him.

My skirt was now hitched up around my hips. I jumped slightly at the initial contact as he stroked his cock over my sopping wet pussy lips again. I sucked in air through my clenched teeth. Oh it felt so good!

I glared into his eyes as he brought his cock head to my slit and pushed in. My arms were coiled round his neck. My eyes closed tight as I felt his cock breach me.

"Oh my god...ooohhh...no...no...ooohhh my god...no we can't do this," I moaned, as the realisation of what I was doing finally registered in my drink befuddled mind.

Tony pulled out, nearly all the way and pushed back in again. My pussy lips parted and accepted his cock inside.

"Oooohhhh..." I exhaled long and slow as I felt his cock enter me. Tony pushed again and then again, feeding me a bit more each time.

"Ooohhh...uunnhh...oh my good god," I grunted, "no...no we can't...do this...uunnhh..."

Tony ignored me as he built up a rhythm, stroking in and out. There was no way he was going to stop now. At this moment, I was clearly his for the taking, to do with as he pleased. And what pleased him the most was my apparently hot willing pussy. I might have been saying no verbally but my body was definitely saying yes.

I grunted and moaned loudly with each powerful thrust from Tony as my lust overcame any fleeting thoughts of fidelity. It hadn't taken long.

Obviously I didn't know at the time but Tony's cock was long, had an upward curve to it and was of average thickness. He knew it was average because he'd researched this on the internet. It was one of those stupid things that men do from time to time, as was the fact he had measured his length as well. He'd always thought he was big but even he was surprised to find out it was 10" long. 




Debbie Gibson Ch. 02



As I moaned from his penetration of my pussy I didn't realise that he had only fed me 5" of his meat so far. It wasn't long however before I found out there was a lot more of Tony to come!

"Uuunngghhh...aarrgghh...nnngggrrr," I screamed as Tony rammed home the other five inches, "...you bastard...uuuurrrrggghhh...ooohhh."

His forceful pounding upwards was lifting me off her feet, as his hands squeezed and groped my massive 38DD breasts. 

Being attacked on two fronts, it wasn't long before I felt the first signs of my impending orgasm. Small explosions seemed to be going off inside my pussy as Tony rammed into me over and over again. It was such an intense feeling that I came to my climax with a mighty sob.

Tony wasn't far behind me. I felt him stiffen and with one last thrust, his cock pulsed and sent string after string of his cum flooding into my pussy.

I collapsed onto him, my arms still tightly wrapped round his neck as I came down from my orgasm, my legs seemingly unable to support me.

"Oh my God!" I panted as reality overcame the passion, "we shouldn't have done that."

"Maybe not," Tony replied with a smirk, "but you really got into it and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it."

I made no comment, even though it was true. I cleaned myself up as best as I could before re-adjusting my clothing. Tony meanwhile stuffed his limp cock back inside his trousers.

"Right," he said, " let's get you to the club before your friends wonder where you've been."

* * *

We arrived at the club, which was packed. It seemed that everyone from the other nightclub had decided to come down here as well. Fighting our way in we got to the bar and ordered drinks. Just as we were served, Ann spotted us and came over.

"Isn't it just crazy in here, I bet you've been looking for us for ages, haven't you?"

"Yeah, we have, we couldn't find you," I lied. "I've never seen so many people in here before."

"Yeah, it's crazy," Ann replied. "Come on then, we're over there." She led the way over to where the rest of their party were.

The next couple of hours flew by in a flurry of dancing and drinking. I kept away from Tony as much as I could, too embarrassed and ashamed to be anywhere near him. I didn't want to give the girls the slightest hint that something was going on between us. Not that there was of course. Getting fucked by him was a one time thing that I already regretted. 

Eventually I noticed that the club was emptying as the night drew to an end. The crowd on the dance floor was considerably smaller as the last tunes were played.

"How you getting home Debs?" Sylvie asked as we walked off the dance floor for the last time.

"I thought I could get myself a taxi, seeing as all you lot are sharing one and there's no room for me!" I grinned playfully.

"Yeah sorry about that," Sylvie said almost apologetically, "but it's not our fault you live way out in the sticks."

"Look don't worry about it, I'll be okay. I'll see you at work next week then?" I replied. 

I didn't live out in the sticks as Sylvie put it but as they all lived in the same general direction I would be taking them out of their way if they took me as well.

"Okay then, see you soon," Sylvie said, as she and the girls left.

I looked around. Hmm, even Tony's gone I thought as I left the club. I hadn't seen much of him after we had arrived and maybe that was just as well.

As I walked down the street towards the taxi office, I was aware of a car behind me. It pulled up alongside me and stopped. I looked round in horror as a man got out the drivers side.

"Need a ride?" a cheery voice called out.

I was relieved when I realised it was Tony that had jumped out of the car. It was very dark in this part of town, not many street lights seemed to be working and the area had become deserted very quickly.

"Err, well okay, that would be good, thank you," I reluctantly said. "But are you sure? I don't want to take you out of your way."

"Not a problem," Tony replied with a smile. "Can't have you walking the streets on your own at this time of night, now can we?" He opened the back door for me.

I climbed into the back of the car. I have to admit I was glad I wasn't going to have to wait for a taxi. Tony slid into the driver's seat. "Where to ma'am," he cheekily joked.

I laughed and told him my address.

We chatted easily as Tony started off but it wasn't long before I found my head nodding as the drink took it's toll. My eyes closed and everything went black.

* * *

I woke with a start. For a moment I was disorientated before I realised that I was in Tony's car. The car had stopped and that's what had woken me up.

The back door opened and Tony climbed into the back seat with me.

Without a word, he put his left arm round my shoulder and pulled me towards him. He kissed me whilst bringing his right hand to cup my left breast.

"Errmm, what are you doing," I asked through his kiss, struggling to free myself from his grip.

He squeezed my breast. I felt my nipple respond instantly.

"No please...you can't do this...not again...please don't...no..." I said.

His right hand dropped to my knee and quickly slid up my right thigh, again feeling the silkiness of my sheer stockings. He quickly reached my mound, and instinctively I opened my legs slightly. He slid his hand in between my thighs and rubbed my pussy. My legs opened wider. I couldn't help myself.

I stared into his eyes. All my inhibitions had gone. I knew what was coming and although part of me was screaming, don't do it, the rest of me was wanting it to happen. Begging it to happen. 

I wanted his big, long cock buried in my pussy again. I was both revolted and excited by my reaction. Did this desire I felt make me a slut or was I a slut already having been fucked first by Curtis and now by Tony.

Oblivious to all the torment in my mind, Tony sat up and pushed my skirt up to my hips and pulled off my panties. I let him. I even helped him.

He unbuttoned my blouse pulling it open to expose my 38DD breasts. He reached down to grope them running his hands over the lacy fabric of my bra, feeling my nipples harden and swell and push out against his finger tips. 

He unfastened the front clasp of my bra and my massive tits sprung out, my nipples standing proud. They craved relief from their relentless throbbing. I groaned loudly as he lent in and sucked on them in turn. 

He pulled his trousers down and grabbing his cock stroked it into hardness. I looked down mesmerised by the size and shape of his 10" tool. My hand snaked out for it but Tony obviously couldn't wait.

He spread my legs as wide open as he could and stroked his cock over my wet pussy lips and then quickly plunged down and in. I grunted in shock and pain at the suddenness of his penetration. 

I stared into his eyes. I knew I had a pained look on my face. This was due to the pain of his sudden entry and the fact that I loathed him for what he was doing to me. I didn't want him to do this but I also wanted it to happen.

Tony put his hands on both my legs, sliding them up and down my calves and thighs. He obviously got a kick from this as he lovingly felt the smooth sheer nylon of my stockings. My shiny 4" stilettos glinted in the moonlight as my legs waved back and forth with each of his powerful thrusts. 

This clearly excited him and made his cock pulse even more. I supposed that Tony loved women's legs especially when they were encased in sheer stockings. He must find it tremendously stimulating.

My massive breasts jiggled up and down as he pounded away at my pussy. He moved his hands from my legs to grope and fondle my massive orbs. He clearly liked breasts as much as legs judging by the workout he gave them. He twisted and tweaked my rock hard nipples, flicking them with his fingers. They were massively swollen now, bigger than I could ever recall. He squeezed them between his fingers and thumb and I squealed. It wouldn't be long now.

"Nnngggrrr...aarrgghh," I yelled as I shuddered with my first orgasm.

Tony carried on, and on. He stroked in and out. I could feel every part of his cock sliding in and out, rubbing against my pussy wall. I pushed back to meet him. He was grinding against my clit as he hammered into me, which made me come again, then a bit later, again.

It was my third orgasm that was my most explosive. Tony had raised my legs onto his shoulders enabling him to get in deeper with his 10" cock.

As I came I twisted my body in an attempt to get him off me. My pussy was in dire need of some relief from the incessant pounding.

Tony was impossible to shake off with his huge pole buried deep inside me but eventually he unloaded, shooting string after string of his cum deep inside my pussy.

I lay panting in the back seat as Tony rolled off me. I could feel his cum seeping from my ravaged pussy.

As the passion faded the guilt kicked in. I had cheated on Derek and even if I conceded that the sex had been very good, it didn't excuse the fact I had been unfaithful to my husband again. I truly was a slut.

Tony climbed out of the car, fastened his trousers and slid into the drivers seat. We never spoke a word as he drove me home. As soon as the car pulled to a stop, I scrambled out of his car, rushed up the driveway and quickly entered my house, slamming the door behind me.

"Good night then Debbie?" I heard Derek call from the living room. 

I felt a rush of panic. God he's still up!

"Yeah fine thanks but I'm not feeling too good, so I think I'll just go have a quick shower to see if I can sober up," I replied and turning, hurried up the stairs.

I felt truly terrible and it wasn't just from the drink.



Debbie Gibson Ch. 03



I closed the shower door behind me and turned on the tap. The hot water hit was instant and felt really good on my skin. I soaped up and washed myself down, wincing when my fingers ran over my pussy lips. They were incredibly sore from the pounding I'd received from Tony and his massive 10" cock. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Relief that I hadn't had to face Derek. That could have been embarrassing.

DEREK!

My mouth opened and closed in horror. What the hell was Derek doing here? He was supposed to be away on his fishing trip. Oh my god!

When I finally finished in the shower I went downstairs to talk to him. Understandably I was extremely nervous and thought that he would see there was something bothering me. But no, Derek wasn't the slightest bit concerned about me or where I'd been. He just sat there in his chair, every now and again begrudgingly dragging his eyes away from the TV to look at me whilst I gave him the third degree.

I suppose I should be grateful. He's never had a problem with me going out and doesn't appear to have a jealous bone in his body. Sometimes I wonder if he's bothered whether I'm here or not. As long as there's food on the table and his clothes are washed and ironed he seems to be perfectly happy. 

Anyway, he noticed nothing different about me and when I questioned him about his fishing trip he just told me, in a matter of fact voice, that he'd got his dates mixed up and it was actually booked for next week.

* * *

As I had after my indiscretion with Curtis, I felt guilty for letting Tony fuck me on the girls night out. It wasn't like me to act that way. I'd never been promiscuous even when younger. I'd always been a good girl; well I had been until now it seemed.

Returning to work at the mini supermarket on Monday, I was horrified when in walked Tony. He clearly thought Saturday had been more than a drunken mistake and asked me if we could get together again. Perhaps meet up for a drink or two after work one day. It was obvious what he wanted and of course I refused. There was no way I wanted this to escalate. Even though I begrudgingly acknowledged to myself that I had enjoyed the sex, I wasn't looking to carry on an affair with Tony or anyone else for that matter. 

So I politely told him that I had no clear recollection of the events of the evening; just that I was ashamed of myself and there was no chance of a repeat performance and would he please not bother me again.

Fortunately for me, none of the girls from the store had any idea what had transpired on Saturday night and luckily Tony took the hint and never came back to pester me again. To say I was mightily relieved would be a huge understatement.

* * * 

In spite of everything, I was pretty sure I still loved my husband Derek. Okay, he never took me out anymore and most of the time when we were both at home he would be in one room watching football or any other sport that might be on television and I would be either catching up on the housework or watching television in another room.

However, even though this was our usual pattern of life together I began to notice some subtle changes and soon realised that all was not well. Derek seemed more withdrawn than usual and it occurred to me that he was now drinking heavily at home. When we talked he was snappy and extremely irritable. I let this continue for several weeks before I finally decided that enough was enough and confronted him.

I cornered him in the kitchen. He'd just cracked open a can of beer.

"Okay Derek, I want to know what's going on," I demanded. "I know something's not right and it's about time you told me. After all, I am your wife!"

"Yeah, you're right," Derek said, taking a sip of his beer, "we've got problems, so you'd better sit down."

I felt a tinge of worry. This didn't look good. It wasn't like Derek to buckle straight away from one of my demands.

Derek had left school at sixteen, starting as a tea boy at a local factory and over the ensuing years had worked his way up to a management position. Yet nine months ago he'd been tempted away to another company. They'd dangled the carrot of more money, better pension and other benefits plus rapid advancement up the management ladder, so how could he resist? 

I sat with a heavy heart as Derek filled me in on the gory details. Everything had been fine until recently when the company had been subject to a hostile takeover by a big conglomerate. The deal had gone through remarkably quickly and the new owners were now shedding jobs to increase the profit line for their investors. They were stripping out an entire layer of managers and unfortunately this layer included him. 

I could see the look of anguish etched on his face. But then came the killer blow. As he'd only been with the company a short time his redundancy payout was a nominal amount, which would barely cover our outgoings for a month.

He had gone back to his old company hoping that they would welcome him back with open arms but they had no positions vacant because of the economic slump. He had sent out his CV and registered with several recruitment agencies but they were not hopeful of finding anything for him anytime soon.

This was far worse than I could ever have expected. "So what are we going to do?" I asked, a worried frown creasing my face. "What happens next month when all the bills come in, my small wage won't cover them."

"I really don't know," Derek replied, "do you think you can get any more hours at the supermarket?"

"Well I can ask, but I shouldn't think there will be any spare, we're pretty well covered with staff at the moment." I shook my head without too much hope.

* * *

Over the next few weeks, Derek sank deeper into depression. I'm pretty sure he felt worthless as he couldn't find work and I, worried about our predicament, wittered and nagged at him, which certainly didn't help. I knew I should be more supportive but the worry of it all was really getting me down.

As our savings dwindled, the bills began to mount up, although surprisingly Derek always found enough money to buy beer. This in itself pissed me off big time!

* * *

I hung up the phone. "That was Mr Webster," I announced to Derek, "he wants to know when we can pay the rent we owe him. He didn't sound too pleased when I fobbed him off."

"Tell him to go to hell," Derek retorted. He'd already had a few beers.

"I don't think that will help matters do you," I testily replied, "besides if we don't find a way to pay him soon he's threatening to kick us out. We'll be homeless Derek, don't you realise!"

"Well what can I do about it," he whined. "you'll have to go and see him and sort it out."

"Wonderful, thanks a lot for your help and input," I snapped back in reply. "And why do I have to sort it out, why can't you deal with it?"

"I just think he'll be more receptive to you than me, that's all," Derek sniffled, "you know, you being a woman and all that..."

I glared at him before turning angrily away. The useless bastard, always passing the buck. I was still seething as I picked up the phone and rang Mr Webster back. Our conversation was short and sweet. I arranged to meet him at his office the next day.

"Satisfied," I snapped again at Derek. He looked at me defiantly before turning and walking out the room. I scowled at his retreating back.

* * *

The following day I arrived at Mr Webster's office. It was located in one of the seedier parts of town. I noted with distaste the peeling paint on the exterior woodwork and the general untidiness of his office when I entered. The stale smell of smoke hit my nostrils. I soon found out why.

Mr Webster was sat behind his desk smoking a big fat cigar. As I closed the door behind me he looked up.

"Mr Webster?" I asked trying to sound bright and cheery.

"Yeah," Mr Webster grunted in reply, "I take it you're Mrs Gibson?"

I nodded.

"Have a seat," he said, motioning to a rusty looking metal chair. "You've come about the rent then?" 

I sat down. "Well, yes. As you know we're slightly behind...the bank have bounced a couple of payments, but we're sure we can catch up, we just need a bit more time, if you wouldn't mind," I garbled out.

Mr Webster said nothing. He stared at me until I began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. I shifted awkwardly on the metal chair. I felt as if I was sat in front of my old school principal, awaiting punishment for some minor indiscretion.

"Interesting!" Mr Webster replied finally. He licked his lips as he considered his next words. He leaned forward. 

"Look, Mrs Gibson I'm a business man and if I let everybody have more time to pay, then that would affect my cash-flow. Then I wouldn't be able to pay my bills and then I would be in the same predicament as you. And you're more than slightly behind, you actually owe...let me see...," he shuffled through some papers which were scattered across his desk, "...yes here it is; you actually owe five months rent."

"What!" I pulled my head back in shock. "But that's impossible, the rent goes out of our bank account every month by direct debit into your account," I replied indignantly. "It always has! My husband told me that a couple of payments may have bounced but..."

My voice tailed off as Mr Webster held up his hand to stop me.

"Your payments did indeed get paid that way. Well...they used to, until your husband rang and told me he'd cancelled the direct debit and that you would be paying cash every month," he replied.

I was horrified as I digested this information. Derek had deliberately lied to me. So that's where he's been getting his booze money from, the lousy, devious bastard!

I chewed on my bottom lip as I quickly pondered over our options. It was blindingly obvious. We didn't have any. 

"Oh, I see. Is there anyway you can give us more time?" I asked, hoping that he would see my forlorn expression and take pity.

"Not really," he replied abruptly, "I'm afraid I've already instructed my solicitor to start court proceedings to evict you." He glanced up at me. He must have seen the look of abject panic in my eyes, my mouth was hanging open in disbelief. 

I felt my stomach flip over as I gathered myself together. "What," I croaked, a lump stuck in my throat, "you've...you've done what...I'm not sure I follow..."

"Well it's perfectly simple Mrs Gibson," he sneered, "we go to court to ask them to force you out of my property because you haven't paid the rent." 

He drew deeply on his cigar before exhaling, sending smoke across the desk at me. I coughed as I wafted it away with my hand.

He continued, a thin smile on his lips. "Of course, the court will find in my favour and then set a date for the bailiffs to come round to evict you and change the locks."

My head was spinning as I tried to grasp the implications of what Mr Webster had just told me. We would be forced out onto the streets with nowhere to go and with no money.

"Please Mr Webster," I pleaded, my heart pounding in my chest, "please don't do this, where will we go, what about my children, think about them, please, I'll do anything if you..."

"Really...you'll do anything..." he interrupted, pursing his lips. "Well let me see...what have you got that I could possibly want..."

He leaned back in his chair. I saw his eyes move from my face and scan up and down my body. 

"Why don't you take off your coat and let's have a look at what you've got to offer!" he said. He puffed away on his big fat cigar sending plumes of smoke high into the already stale air of his office.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed indignantly, "did I just hear you right...you want me to take off my coat."

"Yes I did," he replied with annoyance, "it's not a big deal...is it? You can leave if you want and I'll see you in court if you would prefer...?"

"No...no...I suppose not," I answered weakly. It was no big deal I told myself. I stood up, unfastened my coat and removed it, draping it over the back of my chair.

I had dressed today in what I thought were just normal casual clothes. The sort I wear most days. Obviously judging by his reaction, what Mr Webster saw was another thing entirely. 

His eyes were glued to my body. He started at my legs. I was wearing tight fitting jeans, which I suppose did cling to my shapely thighs and full round ass and I suppose were accentuated by my high heel shoes. As his eyes roamed higher he came to the massive bulge that were my 38DD breasts, which were straining against my tight fitting sweater. It's not my fault they're so big. They just sort of grew after I had the kids and never went away.

"Fuck me," I heard him murmur under his breath as his eyes remained glued to my breasts, "will you look at those babies!"

My stomach churned as I saw that look. I knew what it meant and I knew exactly what he wanted. I felt sick.

Mr Webster managed to drag his eyes away from my boobs for a second and looked up at me. "I suggest if you want to resolve this matter, you'd better come back tomorrow at the same time. Oh...and make sure you're better dressed than today, if you know what I mean!" He gave what I assume for him passed for a broad smile.

Uugghh! I swallowed hard. I was shaking as I retrieved my coat and slung it over my arm. Trying hard to maintain my composure, I walked out of Mr Webster's office, slamming the door behind me.

* * *

On my return home, Derek didn't ask how things had gone with Mr Webster and I didn't bother discussing the problem with him. What was the point. I'd seen the line of empty beer cans on the kitchen worktop. He was clearly leaving it up to me to sort this problem out and we didn't have enough money to clear the outstanding rent anyway. 

So, the following day, after a night agonising over Mr Webster's intentions and whether I wanted to save our home by doing this, I arrived at his office promptly on time. 

I entered and closed the door behind me. Mr Webster looked up in surprise, as if he hadn't expected me to come back. For a fat man he certainly moved fast. He rose quickly from his chair, locking the office door and pulling down the blinds. He turned to face me. If I'd had any lingering doubts about his intentions, there was no mistaking them now.

I looked at him and my stomach turned over. Borderline obese his chubby round face had jowls of flesh hanging from his cheeks. He looked as if he'd never seen the sun in his life judging by his pallor and greasy skin. His rubbery lips had no shape and I now noticed that he licked them constantly. 

I looked at his unkempt appearance. He was gross. His crumpled suit was stained with cigar ash, food, drink and god knows what else. His podgy hands had rings on most fingers and he was puffing away on yet another big fat cigar. 

"Lose the coat," he said brusquely. As he gazed lustfully at me, I placed my coat on the back of the chair and turned to face him.

"Fuck me..." he breathed heavily. 

I'd thought long and hard about how I was going to approach this ordeal. I had decided that I would allow him to grope my breasts as judging by his reaction yesterday and today he was clearly mesmerised by their size and shape. I would also probably let him finger my pussy but there was to be no intercourse. Heavy petting would be okay but there was no way he was going to get his dick inside me and fuck me.

I had therefore dressed in another very tight sweater that clung to my massive 38DD breasts. It was thin enough to reveal I was wearing a lacy bra underneath. My skirt was very short and showed off my legs, especially my thighs. I was also wearing thigh high stockings and shoes with a 4" stiletto heel.

"Come on then," I said through gritted teeth, "let's get this over with."

His tongue flicked out as he licked his lips. He reminded me of a lizard. He extended an arm as he tentatively reached out to touch my breasts.

"Stop!" I was a bag of nerves and shaking badly. 

"Before you lay a hand on me, we need to come to an arrangement," I croaked, "what is this going to knock off what we owe you?"

"How about we see what you let me do first," wheezed a visibly excited Mr Webster, as his outstretched hand made contact with my breast. His other hand was still holding his cigar.

His touch was ice cold as he fondled me. I swayed slightly as his arousal grew and he became more forceful with his groping, pushing his fingers into my chest.

"So nice, Mrs Gibson, so fucking nice and so fucking big," he said as he continued to squeeze and fondle my breasts, giving each of them equal attention.

I glared into his face but I don't know why I bothered. His eyes were glued firmly on the task in hand but I did notice small beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he began to sweat.

His hand ran slowly across my sweater, his fingers following the outline of my lacy bra beneath. He was clearly mesmerised by this judging by his grunts of satisfaction. Putting his cigar in his mouth he then lifted my sweater up to expose my impressive cleavage to his eyes. My breasts swelled over the top of my bra and judging by his reaction he liked that look.

"Ohhmmmuuupphh," he groaned as he prodded his fingers into my soft flesh. It rippled under his touch. His fingers ran almost lovingly over my exposed breasts before he cupped one with both hands and squeezed hard. I grimaced. He was being quite rough with me now.

Pulling my sweater up over my head he then reached behind my back, unfastened my bra and pulled down the shoulder straps. He paused briefly before slowly peeling it away from my breasts. 

"Ohhhh...my...ohhh...my..." he groaned as my breasts jiggled slightly as he removed the bra. He put his cigar down in an ashtray. 

He lowered his head and taking a breast in his hands, licked round the aureole before sucking and nipping at my swelling nub. I reacted with a sharp intake of breath. God damn it, that wasn't supposed to happen.

I tensed, prepared for more but he surprised me when he suddenly let go of my breast and sat down on his office chair. He scooted it round to the side of me. I wasn't sure what he was going to do next but I didn't have long to wait. From this position he had a marvellous view of the shape of my ass and legs. Judging by his moans he must have thought them divine.

My short skirt was pulled tightly across my ass so he could clearly see the separation of my ass cheeks and their shape. Because my skirt was so short I was showing a huge expanse of my toned thigh. His hand moved to caress my ass, gliding over the fabric of my skirt. He obviously liked the feel of that too as he moaned again. His hand moved down onto my leg clearly enjoying the sheer silkiness of my thigh high stockings and as he ran his fingers along my inner thigh, he reached my bare flesh.

I noticed him move his legs, trying to adjust his sitting position as his hand fumbled around his crotch area. I assumed he was uncomfortable, no doubt due to his growing excitement as he also seemed to be struggling to breathe.

I felt his fingers inch ever upwards. His breath was raspy and I could see him shaking. My flesh felt as if it was on fire as he tried to cup my mound. Squeezing his fingers in between my legs he managed to rub where he thought access to my pussy was. 

"Come on Mrs Gibson, open them up for me," he croaked.

I was proud of myself as I didn't react. He obviously didn't care as he just kept on rubbing.

Eventually I felt it building from deep within. I tried to fight it. The last thing I wanted was Mr Webster to get satisfaction from my reaction. 

But it was too late. I could see the surprised look on his face as I finally moved my legs. I couldn't help it and I could hear my breathing quicken as he carried on rubbing.

I grabbed hold of the back of the chair for support as my resolve weakened. 

"Ummm..." I groaned reluctantly as I slowly moved my hips back and forth in a circular motion, "Ummm..."




Debbie Gibson Ch. 03



I was disgusted with myself. I saw another look on his face. It was a sick grin of triumph that said it all...finally...I've got you!

I opened my legs wider and Mr Webster wasted no time in getting all of his podgy hand in to cup my pussy. 

"Oh fucking hell..." he groaned. He was clearly delighted that he'd found my pussy was sopping wet.

He pulled aside my thong and with one finger rubbed up and down my throbbing slit before sinking it inside me up to the second knuckle.

"Ohhmmmmmggod..." I groaned at the invasion as I closed my eyes and threw back my head. My hands tightened their grip on the back of the chair.

Mr Webster pushed further in, burying the whole of his finger inside, before bringing it back out. I could feel my pussy trying to hold it inside and heard the sucking plop as he pulled it free. 

I watched in horror as he inspected his finger. It was coated in my juices. They were dripping from it. He brought it to his nose and sniffed before sticking it in his mouth. He sucked loudly.

"Ahhh...lovely Mrs Gibson...just lovely," he leered. I turned my head away in disgust.

He forcefully pushed his finger back inside me but this time added a second.

"Ooonngggrrr...no...no," I groaned louder with this bigger invasion. With both of his podgy fingers inside me it felt thicker than Derek's cock. I couldn't stop myself as I thrust down attempting to get them further inside me. I gyrated my hips as I sought his touch on my clit as I craved relief from his torment.

He brought his free hand back to my massive breasts trying hard to grab hold of one, but failing. It was just too big for one hand. He leaned in and took my swollen nipple in his mouth and sucked hard and as he bit down, I screamed.

I could hear the squelching sound from my pussy get louder and louder as he picked up the pace of his finger fucking. Obviously my juices were flowing freely now. My pussy was clearly into this as it clamped down onto his podgy digits.

It hit me suddenly and hard. As I came I bucked and gyrated my hips with greater force. It was obviously taking all of Mr Webster's determination to keep his fingers pumping away inside my pussy. I was proud of myself as I managed to suppress my normally vocal gratitude of reaching my climax.

As I came down from the intensity of my orgasm, he pulled his fingers from me. I shuddered to a stop, grateful it was over.

"Satisfied," I gasped sarcastically.

"That was very nice Mrs Gibson, but I now need you to do something for me," he replied as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi flaccid cock.

"Here you go," he said, "suck on this."

"You've got to be kidding," I replied looking down at his gross looking cock, "you've got no chance!" Even with a fleeting glance though I could tell that he would be big when it became fully erect. The thought made me ill.

"Fair enough," he said, "I suppose we can take this one step at a time. That was good for starters but I expect more from you when we next get together."

"And when do you expect that to be," I snapped back.

"Same time tomorrow," he sneered.

* * *

When I left his office I was both turned on and ashamed with myself. There was no denying that Mr Webster had just brought me to an incredible orgasm with his fat fingers but what the hell had I come down to. I was prostituting myself and that realisation disgusted me. There was no way I was going back to do anything with him again. I knew exactly what he wanted from me next time and he most definitely wasn't ever going to get to fuck me!

As I hurried down the street it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't know how much of the back rent I had cleared. Shit! But there was no way I was going back again to find out.

I glanced absent mindedly into the shop windows as I passed them by, paying them no great regard. I continued walking before it finally registered as to what I had just seen in one of them.

I quickly backtracked to the window and looked in. It was a property letting agency. They had houses to rent. This was my eureka moment. The moment when it dawned on me that to get away from Mr Webster all we had to do was move house. It was simple!

Thinking about how we were going to pay the rent for a new house when we couldn't pay what we already owed at our present one did not enter my head at that precise moment as I pushed open the door and entered the agency.

A young man greeted me with a smile, introduced himself as Julian and asked me what I was looking for. I described the type of property we currently had and that we would like something similar if possible. He gave me details of several properties that met my criteria and offered to show me round them straight away if that was okay with me. Well of course it was. The sooner the better. I sort of noticed him checking me out but didn't think much about it.

The viewings went better than I could possibly have imagined. We didn't spend much time in any one property but there was one house that really caught my eye. It was perfect and the rent was surprisingly affordable. It was actually cheaper then our existing house. 

Once the initial viewings were over, I had a number of questions about the properties, not all of which Julian was able to answer straight away. He said he would find out the information I required on his return to his office and promised that he would be in touch as soon as possible. I hurried off home to wait for his call. Things were definitely feeling positive and for the first time in a long time I was actually excited.

Arriving home I found the house empty. No doubt Derek was out either looking for a job or looking for a pint. My money was on the latter. I'd not been home long before the phone rang. Putting down my mug of coffee, I rushed over to pick it up.

It was Julian. I was really surprised to hear from him so soon. He told me that on his return to the office, he'd had a meeting with his boss, Jason Davies, and that if I was available Jason would like to meet me back at the property I was interested in as soon as possible. He would be more than happy to answer all my queries and could go over the finer details regarding the letting. I of course immediately agreed that I could meet up with him as soon as I could get there. There was no time like the present.

* * *

I pulled up outside the house and turned the car engine off. I saw there was a flash, expensive looking red sports car already parked in the driveway and assumed it must be Jason's. I stepped out of my car and walked up the driveway to the front door. As I reached up to ring the doorbell, the door swung open. It took me quite by surprise and I instinctively jumped back.

"Hello," said the smiling man holding the door open, "you must be Mrs Gibson. Pleased to meet you. I'm Jason Davies."

Recovering from my initial shock, I shook his outstretched hand and entered the house. 

I could feel my face redden as soon as I looked at Jason and it was a feeling that intensified as he spoke to me about the house. His voice made me all fuzzy and warm. I was also finding it quite difficult to pay much attention to his words. He was definitely good looking and seemed quite fit judging by his body. I dragged my eyes away to look at the room and forced myself to concentrate on the job in hand.

Jason was busy telling me more of the background information about the house as I took my second look round the first room. I turned suddenly to catch him surreptitiously looking me over. 

Events had happened so quickly that I'd not thought to get changed before I'd rushed out and so I was still wearing the same clothes I'd had on when I went to see Mr Webster. By the look on Jason's face he was liking the view. 

Having been caught out he made no attempt to hide that fact as he ran his eyes over my body. He lingered for a moment at my large breasts pushing out from under my thin, tight fitting sweater before moving down to my short skirt which was exposing a vast amount of my legs. I must have looked a sight to him as I suppose it appeared I was dressed more for a night out than the daytime viewing of houses!

He was extremely chatty and began flirting with me like mad. After the horrors I'd endured earlier from Mr Webster and his wandering hands, it felt so good to be chatted up that I couldn't help myself. I began to flirt back, matching his innuendo with my own. We were smiling a lot at each other and I was giggling. I hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Tearing his eyes away from my body, Jason started to show me round the rest of the rooms. It was soon obvious he was trying to get as close to me as he could as he became very touchy feely! 

It finally fully manifested itself when he showed me the bathroom. He deliberately stood half in and half out the doorway, forcing me to squeeze past him. As I did he placed his hands on my waist to help me ease past, dropping them onto my ass as I made it inside. I felt him rub my cheeks and give me a gentle tap as I went by.

"Hey, do you mind?" I responded, looking back over my shoulder. I should have been offended but all I did was smile broadly at him.

"Not at all..." he cheekily replied. His eyes held mine for a little longer than was necessary. The look said it all, there was no need for words.

He began to point out the features of the bathroom. The built in shower cubicle, the fully tiled walls, the his and hers sinks. All stuff I could quite easily see for myself. Still, I suppose he had to justify his fee.

After looking round I turned to come back out. Jason had himself turned slightly and this made it so the only way I could get past him was face to face. I breathed in deeply thinking that it would help me get past him. All it did was push my boobs out even more.

As I brushed past he semi trapped me in the doorway which enabled him to accidentally grope me. I felt a small jolt of electricity surge through my body as I shuddered gently.

I couldn't believe the audacity of the man. Here I was, a potential client and all the agent was bothered about was feeling me up. 

Who was I kidding! I couldn't deny that I was beginning to feel aroused. My earlier encounter with Mr Webster had certainly stoked the fire.

We arrived in the kitchen, where I opened cupboards and drawers. As I strained to reach up to a high level cupboard I stood up on my tip toes.

I knew Jason was stood behind me, no doubt looking at my legs as my skirt rode even higher up my thighs, showing off the top of my stockings. My breasts were really straining against my bra as I stretched as far as I could get.

The next thing I knew, Jason was behind me. I could feel his cock throbbing through his trousers as he pressed closer, pushing into my ass, trapping me against the worktop. His hands came round to cup both my massive 38DD breasts. He squeezed.

"What are you doing," I gasped as I struggled to free myself from his presence.

He ignored me. "Ohhh, fucking lovely," he moaned as he fondled my breasts. He could feel the outline of my bra under the thin fabric of my tight sweater. He sank his fingers into my flesh.

"What do you think you're doing?" I repeated myself, still struggling to break free. "Take your hands off me...now!"

"I'm sorry," he rasped, "I just can't help myself. Your tits are amazing..."

Not again, I thought, what is it with men and my boobs. They're just breasts, virtually every woman has them, so why are men so fixated on them?

Jason then reminded me of why, when he pinched my nipples, which had already become swollen as he rubbed my breasts.

"Ummm..." I responded with a long sigh as I became aroused. Ah yes, I thought, that's why!

"Get off me," I said. But my voice was weak. I was fighting a losing battle. My body was beginning to respond and Jason clearly wasn't going to stop.

As Jason continued to grope my boobs, he moved in closer and nibbled on my ear. 

That one single act did it for me. I arched my back as a tremor of excitement ran down my body. No-one had done that to me for a while and I had forgotten how much I liked it and how much it turned me on. I was openly quivering as he nuzzled my neck and I brought my arm round to the back of his head to draw him closer.

I felt his bulge as he again thrust himself into my plump ass. Well, I thought, he's definitely aroused now.

I gasped as Jason suddenly spun me round to face him. He looked deep into my eyes. They twinkled with desire as I smiled up at him. I was lost as he kissed me deeply. Our lips parted at the same time and our tongues met and entwined and our passion grew.

One of his hands slid down the front of my skirt until it reached my stocking clad thigh. He slipped his hand onto it and moved up until he reached the top of my legs. I loved the feel of his hand on my flesh. It was so much nicer and smoother than Mr Webster's. I wasted no time in opening my legs as wide as I could. If he'd had any lingering doubts about my unwillingness, they must surely be gone now.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this but all common sense had left me and I wanted Jason now as much as he appeared to want me. I needed to eradicate the memory of Mr Webster and what better way was there than to be fucked by a good looking, fit man of my own age. 

Jason unfastened his trousers, dropping them to his ankles. As he freed his cock from his briefs, he stroked it to it's full size. I looked down to see his large cock visibly throbbing.

He pushed me back up against the worktop before lifting one leg up and easing it out sideways. My pussy was easily accessible to him now. Pulling my thong to one side, Jason brought his cock head up to my soaking wet pussy and rubbed across my slit with it. He pushed forward.

"Uunnggghh," I groaned as his cock head effortlessly breached my slick outer pussy lips.

"Mmmfffhhh," I moaned as he slid his cock further in. I was so wet it wasn't a problem for him. 

"Nnnnngggrr," I shrieked as he thrust the rest inside me and started pumping in and out. This wasn't going to take long. Unwittingly I had been well primed by my brief and disgusting but ultimately erotic dalliance with Mr Webster.

He brought a hand up to fondle my breasts as he pounded into me, his other hand rubbed my pussy as he tried to locate my clit. When it finally popped out of it's cover he caught it with his fingertip and just when he felt it harden, I screamed. My climax shuddered through me as I came.

Jason wasn't far behind me. I didn't know that it had been a while since his last fuck and he hadn't been expecting this one to be so intense so quickly. He must have thought I was a sex maniac judging by my reaction as he exploded. I felt his cock pulsing as his cum flooded my pussy. 

"Well that was interesting," Jason said as he pulled away. His cock slipped out of my pussy, followed by a trickle of his cum.

"We shouldn't have done that, it was a mistake," I replied. The passion of a short and hard fuck had already abated leaving me feeling hollow and empty inside. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I swallowed hard.

"I'm pretty sure that you wanted it to happen," Jason stated coldly. He was already pulling his trousers up. "You didn't take much persuading, did you."

"No, I guess not," I said. I looked into his face and the dam burst. I sobbed bitterly as the stress I had been under finally got the better of me.

Jason took me by the arm and led me into the living room and sat me in a chair, one of the few items of furniture in the house.

"Are you okay," he asked, a concerned look in his eyes. "It wasn't that bad surely?"

"No...no," I gasped between the tears, "you don't understand," and with that the whole story poured out. 

Jason listened patiently as I told him how Derek had lost his job, the non payment of rent because of his drinking and even included my visit to see Mr Webster this morning, although I omitted the finger fuck session.

"So, as you can see we really need to move," I finished. I wiped away another tear as it started to trickle down my cheek. I just couldn't seem to stop crying.

Jason pondered for a few minutes before replying.

"Look," he said, "I'd like to help you out but to take on a new lease we require a months rent in advance. Then there's the bond on top, which amounts to basically the equivalent of another months rent."

"But, we haven't got enough money to cover all that in one go," I interjected tearfully. I felt my heat sink. This wasn't looking good.

"I realise that," Jason said. He paused. He seemed to be considering his next words carefully. 

"Perhaps we can come to an understanding...you and me."

"What do you mean?" I replied hesitantly.

"As long as you can cover the rent and pay each month on time, I'll forgo the bond," he answered.

"I'm not sure I follow," I said, "how can you do that?"

"Well I'll cover it," he replied. "And I'll also let you pay the first month's rent in arrears instead of up front, just to help you out initially."

"Why would you do that," I asked, "what's in it for you?"

"I'll do it to help you out of your predicament because I feel sorry for you...but there are strings attached." 

He took hold of my hands as he paused. He saw the expectant look of hope in my eyes before he continued. 

"You will have to agree to meet up with me on a regular basis."

"What for?" I replied. I still hadn't twigged on to what he was proposing. Sometimes I can be remarkably dense.

"I don't really think I have to say it, do you?" Jason said, smiling.

"Oh...Ohhhh!..." I exclaimed. "No, I guess not," I added. I'd finally figured it out.

"Well that's settled then," Jason stated as he took my hand and pulled me out of the chair.

He kissed me on my full red lips, our mouths mashing together. As we kissed, one of his hands returned to my full 38DD breasts and the other went under my skirt to find my wet pussy, which was still oozing with his cum. 

I don't know what came over me at that moment. My hand went straight to Jason's crotch and rubbed. Maybe I was overwhelmed by gratitude. Whatever it was it wasn't my usual behaviour. But then again nothing I'd done recently had been my usual behaviour.

Unzipping his trousers I freed his semi flaccid cock and ran my fingernails up and down the shaft. He obviously liked it as he groaned. 

Lowering myself I undid his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. I slid my hand over his shaft and leaning forward opened my mouth wide and took his mushroom shaped head inside.

I knew that as it grew in size it was going to be too big for me but I persevered, sucking on his cock head before pulling it from my mouth. I licked the full length of the shaft and squeezed his balls causing him to groan again.

I slid his cock back inside my mouth but this time forced myself to take more than just his head. I gagged slightly before I relaxed and managed to take about 4" inches. As I bobbed up and down, Jason, who was totally aroused by the blowjob he was receiving started to pump his hips.

I gagged and pulled away. Saliva poured from my open mouth. I looked up into his eyes. I didn't have to say anything.

"Sorry," Jason said. 

I went back to work. Jason took the hint and tried hard to restrain himself from fucking my throat. But I sensed he was fighting a losing battle as his hips began to twitch once more.

I guessed that as it wasn't more than fifteen to twenty minutes since he had blown his load, there was no way I was going to get him to come with a blow job before my jaw gave way. Maybe I was assuming too much but I just had a feeling that Jason knew a lot more about sex than I did about giving blow jobs.

Thankfully he pulled his cock free and then leaning down got me to lay on my back on the carpet. Getting between my thighs he spread my legs wide and then laid down between them.




Debbie Gibson Ch. 03



I gasped as Jason expertly ran his tongue along the inside of my thighs before teasing me by flicking lightly around my pussy lips. I thrust my hips trying to get satisfaction but Jason just pulled away, tormenting me.

Pulling my pussy lips apart with his fingers, he pushed his tongue into my hot hole. I could smell my arousal and knew that Jason could see how much I wanted him. He buried his face into my pussy and munched on my labia, swirling his tongue inside me. He must like the taste of his own cum as well I thought as he slurped and sucked loudly.

I threw my head from side to side and thrust my hips wildly as I moaned with pleasure. I couldn't remember ever having my pussy eaten like this before. 

Taking hold of my ankles, Jason pulled me to him, his cock pushing at my slit. I grabbed hold and placed it at my pussy lips and as Jason pushed forward, I thrust down to meet him.

"Uuunngghhh," I groaned as he entered me.

"Ohhh fuck," Jason reacted as he forced his way in a bit at a time, before he lay on top of me. He paused briefly. I felt my pussy clamp round his lovely thick cock. I let out a long mournful sigh.

"Please fuck me Jason," I muttered softly. "Please...I need you..." My descent to prostitute was now complete.

He kissed me as he rocked slowly back and forth, I made little grunts each time as he did. My legs closed around his back as I thrust down attempting to get him deeper inside me, my hands clawing at his shoulders. 

As we continued to kiss deeply, Jason brought a hand up to fondle one of my breasts, his fingers finding my swollen nipple.I gasped as he pinched it.

"Oh yes...oh god...oh god...oh god," I moaned as he hammered into me. This wasn't making love. This was hard fucking and I was beginning to like it. My god I am a slut! I celebrated that thought by raking Jason's back with my fingernails.

Jason picked up the pace, becoming more and more forceful as he built to his climax. By now my legs were stretched out high and wide and were waving about wildly in time to each one of his thrusts. We kissed deeply and I moaned into his mouth as I felt the first signs of my own impending orgasm.

I felt his cock stiffen, then Jason gave one final deep thrust into me before he came. As he exploded inside me a second time that afternoon, I came as well, screaming as wave after wave of my orgasm crashed through my body.

We lay together in the afterglow of sex, clinging to each other for a couple of minutes before Jason finally pulled out. He stood up, pulling his trousers up.

He offered his hand to me and as I rose he said smiling, "Well, I can safely say that you've got the house!"

I laughed more in relief than anything else as we embraced before kissing deeply again.

As we broke the kiss, I was panting for breath. He certainly knows how to kiss I thought as I dressed myself.

"That was fantastic Mrs Gibson," Jason said, all businesslike now. "I just need you to come to the office and fill out some forms and if everything else checks out I would think you can move in within the next week or so."

"I think you can call me Debbie now; if you like," I replied with a sheepish smile on my face.

* * *

The following day I awoke feeling happier than I'd felt for a long time. The day only got better when Derek took a phone call from one of the employment agencies he had registered with who told him they had a temporary placement that could possibly lead to full time work.

Before Derek went off to his new job I briefly outlined what had happened yesterday with Mr Webster and then my eureka moment and subsequent meeting with Jason. I told him about my plan and our soon to be new home. I of course left out all the unsavoury aspects of those two encounters. Derek seemed quite happy with the impending move as long as he didn't have to be involved. He didn't even ask about the financial aspects. He just told me to take care of everything. Typical Derek!

It was approaching lunchtime when the phone rang. I rushed to pick it up, expecting it to be the call back from the power company regarding organising the final gas and electric meter readings.

"Hello," I said brightly.

"Ah...Mrs Gibson...so there you are!"

The smile on my face disappeared immediately and my heart sank. It was Mr Webster.

I nervously licked my lips. I was struggling to breathe let alone talk.

"Hello Mr Webster," I croaked, "how are you today?"

"Disappointed Mrs Gibson...extremely disappointed..." He paused.

I didn't know what to say so kept quiet. He also said nothing. I broke first.

"Why's that?" I asked weakly.

"Because you didn't keep your appointment this morning Mrs Gibson. I thought we had an arrangement? Or would you rather I see you in court instead?"

"Oh that," I said firmly, regaining control of my voice. My new found optimism swept through me like a tidal wave.

"I have no need to see you again Mr Webster. Our circumstances have changed somewhat." I was feeling pretty good right now.

"So how is that?" Mr Webster replied in a carefully measured voice. "How much are you charging now or have you unexpectedly come into some money?"

His inference was obvious. I saw red, my anger boiling over straight away. I was now seething and not thinking clearly. Maybe with hindsight I would have picked my next words better.

"I resent that remark!" I petulantly blurted out, "For your information we have found somewhere else to live, thank you very much! And it's cheaper than this place!"

"I see..." Mr Webster replied. There was a long silence. My chest was heaving up and down as I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

And then he hung up.

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I replaced the phone in it's docking station and sat down heavily in a chair. My breathing gradually returned to normal.

Well, thank god that's over I thought as my positive side once more came to the fore.

* * *

The next day was one of my early starts at work where I open up the mini supermarket at 6 o'clock. I finished my shift at twelve noon and hurried home. Derek was at work...god it felt good to know that...and the kids were at school. So I had the house to myself all afternoon, which suited me just fine. There was loads to do before we could move out of this house and into our new home.

I had no sooner got into the house and switched the kettle on for a coffee than there was a loud banging on the front door.

The curious look I must have had on my face vanished the moment I opened it. 

"Ah...Mrs Gibson...you're home..." Mr Webster was stood on the doorstep. My heart sank and my stomach turned over. I felt distinctly queasy.

"Mr Webster, what are you doing here..." I stammered. I became aware that there was someone else with him and this man was wearing work overalls.

Mr Webster saw my gaze go from him to the man at his side.

"Well Mrs Gibson, following on from our telephone conversation yesterday you left me with little alternative than to proceed immediately with your eviction!" He spat out the last word with relish.

"This gentleman," he turned to indicate the man standing alongside him, "is here to change the locks."

I stood with my mouth wide open as I tried to comprehend his words.

"I...I...you...you can't...you can't do this...can you?" I stumbled over my words as my happy world crumbled around me.

"Indeed I can Mrs Gibson." He turned to the man next to him. "I think you can go and get your tools now Cyril." He turned back to me as I watched Cyril walk to his van, which I saw for the first time was parked in the driveway.

"I...you...you can't be serious," I mumbled.

"Oh indeed I am," he reiterated.

"But this is illegal...you can't just evict us onto the street tonight. We've nowhere to go..."

"I really don't care Mrs Gibson. I've got a team of boys waiting to hear from me who will come and get you out in next to no time. And as for you having nowhere to go...I could care less!" He sniggered, the jowls of flesh hanging from his cheeks wobbling as he did.

"Please...you can't throw us out tonight. Look we'll be gone next week anyway...is there no way you could let us stay just for a few more nights...please..."

"I know, you already told me you were moving out Mrs Gibson. But there is still the matter of the money you owe me. I got the impression yesterday that you have no intention of paying me back. You even broke our little arrangement!" I felt his little piggy eyes boring into me.

"I...I...I don't know what to say," I said. "I'm sorry?"

Mr Webster laughed. It was a laugh without humour.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Mrs Gibson," he hissed. "I suggest you start packing." He reached for his mobile phone and began to key in a number.

I panicked.

"Please Mr Webster, please don't kick us out...I'll do anything just please don't evict us...please..."

He looked up at me before his gaze wandered down my body and back up again. I instantly knew what that meant. If that's what it's going to take I thought, so be it. His groping of my breasts wasn't too bad and even though his fingering of my pussy was disgusting, the orgasm was pretty good at the end.

"Are you going to let me in Mrs Gibson, so we can discuss your situation in more intimate detail?" He took a step forward.

I stepped back and opened the door wide for him. I saw the look of triumph on his face as he smiled. It was the same sick grin he'd given when he finally got me to open my legs for him in his office the other day. He turned as Cyril approached with his tool box.

"Change of plan Cyril. Mrs Gibson is going to pay her back rent so we've no need of your services today."

"Okay," Cyril grunted as he turned round and trudged off.

Mr Webster stepped through the front door before closing and locking it behind him.

He turned to face me. I felt sick.

"Okay," I said trying to retain control of the situation, "where do you want me?"

"Here's just fine," he wheezed. "You can stand by the stairs. It'll give you something to hold onto."

I immediately thought this comment odd. "I'm sorry, what do you mean...something to hold onto?" I asked.

"For when I fuck you!"

His abrupt remark caught me off guard.

"I...what!" I spluttered. "No-one said anything about fucking..."

"Oh I see," Mr Webster sneered, "you thought you could get away with a finger fuck and a bit of titty groping did you?"

He snorted derisively. "After your little stunt yesterday the stakes have been raised. I get to fuck your cute little pussy now...of course you can always refuse and I can get my boys in here now to help you pack..."

My stomach flipped over again and as I came to terms with what was about to happen Mr Webster roughly grabbed hold of one of my 38DD's and squeezed.

He pushed me back against the hallway wall as he man handled my breasts, groping and massaging them, sinking his fingers into the flesh. He never took his eyes off them as he mauled at them, repeatedly cupping, then pushing and prodding before grasping them as he relished in their size and shape.

I closed my eyes and tried to make believe it was Jason or Curtis or Tony or even Derek who was doing this to me. I must have thought too hard about them as I soon became aware that I was a bit moist between my legs. There was a definite damp patch there and it was growing. I bit my lower lip trying to stifle a groan.

I was still wearing my work uniform. This comprised of an all in one dress which had press stud fasteners down the front. Mr Webster found this incredibly easy to open as he ripped it apart exposing my bra clad breasts and my lace thong to his view.

"Oh yeess..." he groaned as he resumed his attack on my orbs.

I could feel my nipples were rock hard now, a fact that he too soon realised. As his hand roamed round and round my bra, feeling my shape and size, his fingers caught my erect nubs which had finally pushed their way through the fabric.

"Mmmmm..." I reacted as I couldn't help myself. "Uuummm..." My hips twitched to the side. He was starting to get to me. God I really was a slut now.

My legs parted instinctively and Mr Webster took no time at all in moving a hand in there to cup my mound. Pressing in a finger, he began to rub up and down my slit.

I gasped at his initial touch, my lips parting slightly. Before I could react, I felt his hot breath on my face as he mashed his mouth against mine. I struggled to free myself from his rubbery lips but his tongue was already embedded inside my mouth and horror of horrors, I engaged it with mine.

As our tongues entwined and swirled inside so my unwanted lust grew. My legs opened wider as my hips began to rotate quicker and quicker.

His podgy finger slid under my thong and slipped straight inside my wet pussy. 

"Ooohhh," I moaned. That felt so good.

"Uunnggghh..." I groaned as he shoved a second digit inside me. I thrust down to meet them.

Sensing my resistance was low as he fingered me slowly, Mr Webster took my left hand and brought it to the front of his trousers.

I didn't try to pull away as he rubbed my hand over the bulge that was tenting his pants. After a couple of minutes had passed by, I felt him lower the zip before he rummaged around inside.

He pulled his cock free and placed my hand on it. I could feel it throbbing as blood pumped up through the veins. It felt knobbly to my touch. He encouraged me to stroke it up and down and I sensed that it was growing in size as I did.

His other hand was still going great guns inside my pussy and I could feel my orgasm building. This was disgusting. The last thing I wanted was for Mr Webster to gain any enjoyment out of my body. But what could I do. My body clearly wanted this to happen.

With each thrust in of his fat podgy fingers, his thumb would hammer into my clit which sent tremors shuddering through my body. I pulled hard on his cock and hoped I was causing him some pain.

My climax hit me like an express train. It roared through my body, an intense experience which I would rather have had with anyone other than the odious, fat, slobby, disgusting Mr Webster.

He continued to finger fuck me for a little while longer before pulling them out. I opened my eyes just as he shoved them into his mouth.

"Mmmm lovely," he said with a disgusting look of approval on his face. I looked away.

"Right, time for the main event," he said. 

I swallowed hard as I anticipated what was to come.

He removed my work uniform before unhooking my bra and peeling it lovingly off my large breasts. They wobbled slightly before springing back. I was proud of my tits. Even at thirty seven years of age and two kids, they had little or no sag. He pulled down my thong and had me step out of it.

I was as naked as the day I was born. He looked down at my feet. I was still wearing my flat work shoes.

"Oh dear, they won't do Mrs Gibson, won't do at all." He shook his head. "Where are the shoes you wore the other day? Go and put those on...now!"

As I scurried off I could sense he was watching my full round ass moving up and down as I walked away. All I could hear was a squelching sound from my very wet pussy.

I returned wearing my 4" stiletto shoes. For some reason I felt really sexy. Ridiculous but sexy. Mr Webster clearly liked the look judging by his deep guttural groans and the fact he was continually licking his lips.

I stood in front of him while he took his time inspecting me. He obviously liked what he saw as he grabbed hold of my arm, spun me round and bent me over at the waist. I grabbed hold of the bannister rail that ran up the stairs.

My ass was sticking up in the air, my pussy lips clearly visible to his gaze. I watched over my shoulder as he removed his crumpled, stained trousers and pulled down his briefs. I saw his cock properly for the first time.

It looked obscene. It was fairly long and drooped downwards. But it looked thick, extremely thick. The large mushroom head was a deep purple colour. It looked inflamed. I wondered briefly if there was something wrong with it.

He shuffled up behind me, his trousers wrapped round his ankles. It seemed I was the perfect height for him.

He had hold of his cock as he rubbed it up and down the crack between my ass cheeks. My juices were flowing freely as he repeated this over and over again for what seemed like an eternity.

So it came as a welcome shock when I felt him slide his cock easily past my aroused and swollen pussy lips. It was a new sensation to me.

I exhaled loudly and moaned as I felt his shaft rub against the wall of my pussy. The knobbly veins on his cock gave it a unique experience. My pussy clamped down hard, reluctant to give it up as he withdrew.

He forced it back inside before withdrawing again. This he repeated over and over, each time pushing his meat in a bit further.

I had my eyes closed. I groaned. He paused. 

"Alright there Mrs Gibson...did you say something?"

I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder. He had a sick grin on his fat face. Yuk!

"Just get on with it," I answered thickly.

He laughed crudely as he pushed forward once more. I responded with a load moan.

I was sorry to admit to myself that my body seemed to be enjoying this even if I wasn't. Mr Webster may have been a fat, disgusting, filthy man but it appeared that he sure knew how to fuck.

I closed my eyes and thought of Jason again. Anything to get my mind off Mr Webster's gross appearance. I could hear him gasping for breath as he rammed his cock back inside me repeatedly.

I thrust back my hips to meet him as my unwanted passion grew. I couldn't believe myself. Why was I doing this?

Luckily he didn't last long. I felt his cock stiffen inside me and then felt him unload his cum inside my pussy. It didn't so much spurt out of his cock as trickle instead. Very anti-climatic I thought. He pulled out soon afterwards as his cock shrivelled away.

"Excellent Mrs Gibson," he said as he pulled up his trousers. "I'll be back to see you again tomorrow." He raised an eyebrow and looked quizzically at me. "Same time okay with you?"

He obviously enjoyed the crestfallen look on my face as he gave what passed for a grin. "Surely you didn't think this was a once only event...did you?"

I couldn't speak. This was truly awful. 

"I intend to see you every day until you move out my dear," he rasped, "and you know what will happen if you don't comply...don't you!"

I nodded sullenly. I just wanted him out of my home. He moved to the door and unlocked it. He turned. "See you tomorrow then. And wear something sexy!" He laughed as he left, banging the door closed behind him.

I stood there. Still naked. I could feel Mr Webster's cum sticking to the inside of my thighs as it oozed slowly out of my pussy. I knew I couldn't go through that again.

I picked up the phone. 

As I listened to the ring tone the thoughts played through my mind. It was worth a shot. The phone was answered. I took a deep breath.

"Yes hi...would it be possible to speak to Jason Davies please...yes I'll hold..."



Debbie Gibson Ch. 04



A few months later and life for Debbie and Derek Gibson had returned to some sort of normality. They had settled down nicely into their new home and were getting to know the surrounding area better. The kids too had adjusted well and seemed to be happy at their new school.

Debbie's fling with Jason the property letting agent was now a dim and distant memory, her brief affair having served it's purpose of securing them the new house and more importantly as far as she was concerned, getting rid of their previous landlord, Mr Webster and his demands on her body.

It had been a desperate time for the Gibson family and not one Debbie liked to think too much about. But every now and again something would happen or something would be said that reminded her of what she in particular had been forced to suffer both physically and mentally and she found those memories hard to take. 

When Derek had lost his job their financial problems soon piled up. He received little in the way of redundancy and her small wage certainly wasn't going to cover their outgoings. Derek had always controlled their finances and as their debts rose he started to cancel the standing orders and direct debits with the bank. Unfortunately and unknown to Debbie, amongst these was the rent payment. It wasn't long before their landlord was chasing them for the outstanding money, a situation that Derek expected Debbie to sort out. 

On Debbie's visit to Mr Webster's office he made it perfectly obvious what he wanted in order to clear the back rent. She was horrified of course but faced with impending eviction decided she had little or no alternative. There was no way she was going to let her children become homeless. 

She went to him the next day and suffered as he assaulted her body, groping her breasts and fingering her pussy; actions, which much to her disgust brought her to a spectacular orgasm. 

Mr Webster seemed happy to accept this as a down payment but made it clear he expected more from her the next day. But Debbie's luck seemed to change for the better when she met Jason. She was relieved that there seemed to be a way to avoid the ultimate humiliation. 

Sadly that proved to be a short lived expectation due to her stupidity and naivety. Debbie reluctantly giving Mr Webster her body to prevent an immediate forced eviction from their home. It was a truly awful experience and one she didn't want to suffer again. Once more Jason saved the day, letting them move into the new house that very same night.

Of course Debbie's husband Derek was totally unaware of any of this. He'd made it perfectly clear that although most of the problems were as a result of his actions, he expected her to get them out of the mess they were in without any help or input from him. All he seemed bothered about at that time was where his next pint of beer was coming from.

But at last it now seemed there was light at the end of the tunnel. Derek had finally got a break when one of the agencies he was registered with found him a job. It wasn't what he was trained to do but in the economic situation they were in a job was a job! The money wasn't great but there was plenty of overtime, which boosted his income and because of this they had made great inroads into their debts and for the first time in ages even had a bit of money put aside for emergencies.

Debbie had also found new employment. She only worked part time at the mini supermarket so she'd asked for more contracted hours but was told that there just weren't any available. Even though she loved working there she looked around for something else, something full time if possible.

She spotted a job advertised on the internet. It was at Bromptons, the large department store in town. The interview seemed to go okay but she figured she didn't stand much of a chance judging by the other applicants she saw there. She'd thought she was probably too old, and was really surprised when they rang to offer her the position. 

She was going to be working in a department of the store run by a Mrs Tina Carson. She didn't meet her at the interview but got the impression that she was highly thought of by the company. Debbie also found out she was quite a bit younger than herself. That in itself would be a new experience, as all her previous bosses had been considerably older than her and male to boot.

Her new job was due to start in a couple of weeks time, so Debbie had been thinking that maybe she and Derek deserved some time away, just the two of them; no kids. She felt they needed some quality time to themselves. To recharge their batteries and if only for a short while, escape from the pressures they had both been under of late. She was also hoping that they could put the spark back into their relationship, which sadly had become virtually non existent over the past few months. 

Debbie still loved Derek in spite of her cheating. She consoled herself that the affairs, if that was what they were, had been extremely short lived and were more casual mistakes on her part rather than a conscious desire to constantly sleep around on her husband. Although with Jason that might not have been altogether true. But of course she was full of remorse for her actions and she badly wanted to recapture those early, heady days of their relationship. She'd had enough of being used as some man's fuck toy!

* * *

It was Debbie's last week at the mini supermarket. Returning home from her early shift, she walked into the kitchen to find Derek about to switch on the kettle to make himself a drink. He had just finished his dinner. He was on his week of late shifts; two in the afternoon until ten at night.

"Oh hi sweetheart," she said brightly, "if you're making a coffee, I wouldn't mind one as well please."

Derek grunted and got a mug out of the cupboard. He spooned in some coffee, poured in the water and gave it a stir. She waited patiently for him to finish before she started to speak.

"I've been thinking that maybe we should go away. And by we... I mean just us two. It's been a while since we've been anywhere and I thought it would be nice." She crinkled up her face with a look of hopeful expectancy. "What do you think?"

"What about the kids, what were you planning to do with them?"

"I'm sure your mum would look after them, I'm sure she'd love it," Debbie smiled.

"Sounds okay," Derek said with a slight chuckle. He sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of his coffee. "So, what did you have in mind?" 

Debbie raised her eyebrows, surprised at Derek's immediate positive reaction. She sat down next to him. "Well... I've been looking on the internet and there are lots of holidays advertised..."

"Whoa... whoa... hold on a minute," Derek interrupted, "I'm not made of money you know and I can't afford to take much time off work at the moment, you do realise that don't you?"

"Yes, yes, of course I do," she replied, "that's why I've only been looking at hotel breaks for two or three days, four maximum, and they're not that expensive..."

"Yeah right," Derek interrupted again, his voice heavy with sarcasm, "How come? Hotels are always expensive."

"Well not always," she answered patiently, "many hotels and guest houses have been struggling due to the economy, so at certain times they offer big discounts just to fill their rooms." She noticed the look of scepticism on his face and gritted her teeth. Sometimes Derek could really irritate her.

She forced herself to relax and continued. "I think they hope to make their money from food and drink, organised trips or special themed events, stuff like that." 

She paused. Derek seemed to be taking an interest. He wasn't exactly gushing with excitement but it was a start, so at least that was something positive. She ploughed on.

"I think I've found a couple of likely places, with one in particular I quite like the sound of. The pictures look great. It's in a rural location and the rooms look very rustic... here let me show you." She'd already booted up the laptop computer and quickly brought up the web page and scrolled through the pictures.

Derek moved closer to her side to have a look. He was almost touching her. Debbie was surprised. Apart from when they were lying together in bed this was the closest their bodies had been in ages. Not that anything had happened in bed recently but she was hoping that this weekend away would alter that.

"Well," Derek said, "that looks okay... I suppose... but how much is it then?"

"Well, if we go Friday to Monday, that's three nights bed and breakfast and then they give you an allowance of twenty five pounds each towards the food from the a la carte menu, so all together that would be..." 

She took a pen out of her overall pocket and quickly totted up the figures on the back of an envelope, "... around that amount." She pointed to the final total. "I think that's very reasonable, don't you?"

Derek nodded his agreement. "Yeah, actually it is, I reckon we could afford that." 

"So can I book it?" she asked expectantly, her eyes wide open in hope.

"I don't see why not," Derek replied.

Bloody hell! She was amazed at how enthusiastic and positive Derek was being for a change and promptly booked the room before he had chance to change his mind, even paying for it up front.

"There... that's done," she said as she closed the computer lid, "I can't wait, I've a feeling this is going to be a memorable trip."



* * * * *

The departure day duly arrived and after leaving the kids with Derek's parents they loaded up their car and set off. The journey was fine until they left the main roads and got onto the country roads, which soon became narrow country lanes. Derek had never been the best of drivers and this was now manifesting itself with every passing mile.

"Are you sure this is the right way Debbie?" It was clear his nerves were stretched taut. Debbie could see him clenching the steering wheel tighter. It was his way of controlling his growing anxiety.

"Yes... yes," she replied hesitantly. "This is the way according to the instructions off the website." She was beginning to feel a little flustered herself as the first elements of doubt surfaced in her mind. They'd been driving quite a while along these country lanes and even Debbie was beginning to think that they really should have arrived by now.

"Well if we don't find it soon, I think we can safely say we're lost," Derek said. "I knew this was a mistake."

"What do you mean," Debbie snapped back. She was feeling sensitive and Derek's latest remark made her feel even more irritated with his general attitude. They were supposed to be on a romantic weekend away and he was already becoming a royal pain in the ass.

"This trip, I shouldn't have let you talk me into it," he concluded.

Debbie wanted to say something in response but thought better of it. She couldn't trust herself not to say something that would lead to an argument and the last thing she needed was a blazing row at the start of their trip. She satisfied herself instead by glaring at him but he didn't return her look.

They drove on in silence.

As they crested yet another hill they finally saw that they had reached their destination.

"There it is, there it is," an exited Debbie said pointing to it. "oh it looks gorgeous," she added as they drew nearer.

"About bloody time," Derek muttered grumpily to himself. 

Debbie grimaced. She'd heard him all right but chose to ignore him. He was NOT going to spoil her good mood.

The buildings lay before them, nestled in the bottom of a small valley. The surrounding hills were mainly wooded, a mixture of broad-leaf and conifer trees. According to the information on the internet the rural retreat had once been an old farmhouse with barns and other outbuildings, most of which had been converted into rustic lodges. The original, sprawling old farmhouse now provided the dining room, bar, reception and kitchen facilities along with the owners own accommodation and had been sympathetically enlarged to provide extensive hotel style accommodation along with conference facilities. In spite of all the work it had still retained it's traditional feel though. 

Debbie sighed inwardly and smiled to herself. It was lovely. As she looked down at the vista before her she thought it was better in real life than the web site photos, especially as the sun was slowly setting over the hills casting the whole area in a warm dappled light. She felt a tingle of excitement and a shiver of anticipation course through her body, both at the same time.

They pulled into the car park, got out the car and walked into reception, which appeared to be part of the bar area. It had low ceilings and wood panelled walls. 

Derek rang the bell and as they waited they both looked round at their surroundings. Debbie was nodding her head, a slight smile on her lips. It really was rather quaint and she was liking what she was seeing.

Derek rang the bell again and just as he was about to ring a third time he saw a man appear through a door behind the bar area.

"Oh, hello there," the man said politely as he hurried towards them, "So sorry to keep you waiting, I was just changing a beer barrel down in the cellar. How can I help you?"

"That's okay," Derek said, hiding his initial irritation, "we're the Gibson's, we're booked in for three nights."

"Ah yes, Mr and Mrs Gibson. Of course. So pleased to meet you. First, let me introduce myself. I'm Mr Jenkins, Sid Jenkins, I'm the owner of this establishment," he said addressing Derek.

Debbie wasn't impressed. In her mind she'd expected to see the owner of a place as luxurious as this to be smartly dressed and exude a sense of power and success. But Sid didn't. He looked like he'd just finished a shift at the local box making factory. He was a skinny, scruffy individual who looked to be in his late fifties. He had a weaselly type face and was nearly bald except for three or four strands of hair that he'd combed over. Not at all what she expected.

She saw Sid turn his attention from Derek to herself and opened her mouth, prepared to respond to his greeting. But all she saw was the look on his face. His eyes had almost popped out of their sockets and she clearly saw the words forming on his lips. It was easy to make them out as he silently uttered them. And she knew instantly where he was looking. 

Holy fuck!

Debbie cringed inwardly as she felt him staring at her and shot a sideways glance at Derek. He of course was totally oblivious and was already moving away to the bar to see what fine ales Sid stocked. He liked to think he was a connoisseur of real ale beer did Derek.

Debbie gulped and looked away but could still feel Sid's eyes boring into her.

Sid couldn't believe what he was looking at. It was as if all his prayers had been answered at once. He swallowed hard as his stomach turned over. She was the one. He knew he wouldn't be able to control his urges with this one and besides, it was time he acted on his fantasies.

Sid Jenkins was a pervert, a fact that had eventually cost him his marriage. Not that he had been unduly bothered when his wife announced she was divorcing him. He'd lost interest in her anyway once her large, firm breasts became saggy and tired. They had become most unappealing as far as Sid was concerned. 

Besides he was more interested in spending hours on the internet downloading porn, rather than attempting to save his ailing marriage. His wife finally decided she couldn't compete with the big breasted MILF type women that he seemed to lust after and subsequently left him.

Sid wasn't unduly worried or saddened by how his marriage had turned out. He was now too busy ogling every woman that walked into his hotel reception and comparing them to his internet ladies. It was after his wife had left that he came up with his grand plan. Pushing the boundaries of his newly found perversion he installed a couple of small surveillance cameras in one of the suites. These were strategically placed to give him the optimum view of any unfortunate woman who matched his preferred criteria and happened to stay in that room.

Many a time he had jerked himself off watching a nubile guest dressing or undressing herself. But he'd now reached the next stage of his sick desire. He desperately wanted to fuck one of his female guests and had decided that the next MILF through the door would be the one!

And it couldn't have worked out better. Debbie Gibson... Blonde haired Debbie Gibson with the big tits... Debbie Gibson - MILF! He rolled her name around his head again and again as he stared at her enormous breasts. She was definitely going to be the one.

Although he was finding it difficult to tear his gaze away from her chest he did manage to quickly scan the rest of her body. Apart from the fact she was wearing a tight fitting sweater that clung to her massive breasts she still curved nicely into her waist before her hips flared out to a full round ass, which her tight fitting jeans were showing off to perfection. 

He gathered himself together and refocused on the job in hand. "Err... yes... err... I've put you in the Lakeland Suite, I'm sure you will find it suitable." He fumbled beneath the desk, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Debbie's boobs. He finally located what he was looking for and placed a registration card on the desk together with a pen. He slid them over towards her. 

At that moment Derek wandered back over, picked up the pen and filled in the card. Debbie shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other dying to get away from the persistent, ogling eyes of Sid. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her breasts and it was becoming extremely disconcerting. Sure, she'd been ogled many times in the past but never had she felt so uncomfortable and ill at ease then she did right now. 

Finally, Derek turned the card back to Sid and handed the pen back. The booking formalities over, Sid led them off to their room.

"Right, here we are," he said, as he opened the door to the Lakeland Suite.

Debbie walked through first. "Oh look Derek, a king size, four poster bed, how romantic," she gushed excitedly, her initial reservations about being here now completely forgotten as she looked round the room. It too was really rather nice.

She turned to Derek and clung to his arm. She smiled up at him, willing him to be as happy as she was.

"Huh," Derek grunted in reply.

"Yes, we actually have them in most of our rooms," Sid smiled smugly, "and if you look here, you will see that it actually has a split mattress so that if one of you is a restless sleeper, your partner is not disturbed. We find it to be a convenient and very popular feature for our guests."

"Ooh yes," Debbie replied looking round the room some more. "Oh look Derek, the door even has a latch, just like they used to have years ago."

"Ah, yes," Sid said, "we've used recycled building materials as much as we can to create the real rustic feel. I like to think it's worth the effort."

"Huh, not very secure in this day and age," Derek grunted.

"Absolutely, it's definitely worth the effort," Debbie agreed, ignoring Derek's grumpy remark, "and look at that view." She moved over to the window and knelt forward on the window seat to look out. "It's just perfect," she sighed.

"Absolutely!" Sid said nodding his head in agreement, although not about the view from the window, which actually was stunning but more from Debbie's full, round ass in her tight jeans as it wiggled in front of him.

He felt his cock begin to pulse. Shaking his head to clear his mind, Sid informed them dinner was served from seven thirty onwards and then left them to get settled in.

* * *

They freshened themselves up and dressed for dinner. Derek just changed his shirt but Debbie got out a blouse and skirt.




Debbie Gibson Ch. 04



"Bit over dressed aren't you," he said as he saw what she was wearing. 

Her blouse was tight fitting and she'd left enough buttons undone to show some of her ample cleavage. Well it was a romantic weekend away and she was trying to entice her husband after all. For some reason it didn't cross her mind that maybe she should have covered up a bit more because of their host and his wandering eyes. Her skirt, which came down to her knees was also fairly tight especially across her ass cheeks. She'd finished off her ensemble with stockings and a court shoe with 4" heels.

"Well, you never take me out so I'm making the most of it," she smiled. She resisted the urge to add, 'someone has too even if you're not!'

They made their way downstairs and walked into the dining room. A waiter quickly appeared, fussily showing them to a table before seating them and handing them a menu each. He took their drinks order. Unsurprisingly Derek ordered a pint of beer whilst Debbie decided to go for a glass of red wine.

The waiter soon returned with the drinks and they ordered their food. He informed them that their meals would be with them in about ten to fifteen minutes. Debbie looked round as she took a sip from her glass. The room was empty apart from them and she suddenly had the feeling that no other hotel guests would be joining them tonight.

"I think we're they only ones staying here," she whispered to Derek.

"Yeah, I think you're right," Derek answered as he too looked round the empty dining room. He knocked back his pint of beer in one go before putting the empty glass down on the table.

He breathed out and smacked his lips together. "That was bloody lovely," he said. "In fact it was that good I think I'll have another. Now where's that waiter?" He looked over towards the bar motioning with his hand that he wanted another pint of beer.

Debbie wasn't happy. This didn't look good. If he continued to knock them back this quickly he'd be in no fit state to be the slightest bit romantic by the end of the evening.

As they waited for their food to arrive, Sid suddenly put in an appearance. He went over to them, the waiter following close behind with Derek's second pint.

"Ah, good evening Mr and Mrs Gibson, how are we tonight, settled in okay have we?" He knew they had as he'd already taken the opportunity to watch them on his hidden cameras, just to make sure they were working correctly. Unfortunately he'd only caught a brief glimpse of Debbie as she changed, his viewing pleasure interrupted by a problem in the kitchen.

"Very well thanks," Derek replied. "Tell me Sid, are we your only guests this weekend?"

"At the moment, yes you are," Sid said, "but that just means you'll get all of my best attention," He smirked as he glanced in Debbie's direction. "Although there will be other diners in the restaurant later." 

As he chatted to them, Sid was leering down at Debbie. He was stood slightly to her side, so had the perfect view of her impressive cleavage. He was loving the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took.

Debbie had looked up and seen where he was looking. She shifted in her chair feeling uncomfortable under his stare. She could feel her breathing getting harder and knew it was causing her breasts to heave a bit more. Derek was oblivious to what was happening in front of him as Debbie felt Sid undress her with his eyes.

She took a big gulp of wine as she tried to look away but his eyes still held hers. She felt her face flush.

"I hope you don't mind me saying so but you look lovely tonight Mrs Gibson," Sid smirked.

"Oh please, call us Derek and Debbie," Derek said, much to Debbie's disgust. She suddenly felt she didn't want to be on first name terms with this man. "Of course she doesn't mind, she's a woman, they like to be told they look good all the time!"

She glowered at Derek, resisting the urge to kick him under the table. He really was insensitive at times. She was also mad with him as it appeared he was now giving Sid free rein to say anything he liked to her.

"I'm sure she does; look good all the time I mean..." Sid sneered as his eyes dropped once more down to ogle Debbie's large breasts.

They laughed together at Debbie's expense before their discussion moved onto football. She had absolutely no interest in the game so her mind wandered off onto other things. Unfortunately she could still feel Sid's eyes boring down on her all the time. She was jolted back to reality when she was suddenly aware that she had been asked a question.

"Debbie, Sid wants to know if you're a big football fan as well?" Derek said.

"Err... no I'm not," Debbie replied, "Why?" She looked quizzically over at Derek and realised she was about to regret that one stupid question. 

"Sid's got two tickets for the United v City game tomorrow, which we can have," Derek replied hopefully, "and I was wondering if...?" he trailed off leaving the question unasked.

"What, you want to go to a football match... tomorrow... are you serious!" she exclaimed.

"But sweetheart, it's United v City. It's the biggest game of the year and it's a sell out and Sid's offering me these tickets. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, you don't mind do you...?"

"You know what," Debbie exploded, "just do what the hell you like!"

"Well I won't be gone long, will I Sid?" He looked up expectantly at Sid.

"Mmm... well... you'll have to be leaving here before twelve and you'll not be back much before eight o'clock, I would imagine," Sid offered.

"Well that's not so bad is it, we'll still have all day Sunday to do stuff that you want to do," Derek said hopefully.

"Fine, do what you want, I don't care," Debbie finished huffily, ending the conversation. She took a large gulp of her red wine. 

Derek's response was to order himself anther pint of beer as well as a bottle of red wine. She frowned when he did that. There was never a good ending to a night when Derek mixed beer and wine.

When their meals arrived Sid left them to it but irritatingly kept returning to see if everything was alright. Was the food to their liking... did they want any more drinks, which Derek did... did they want to look at the dessert menu... which Derek did. He was most attentive. Each time he came to their table he leered at Debbie as his eyes roamed over her body and much to her disgust, even winked at her a couple of times.

Their meal over Derek and Debbie left the restaurant to return to their room.

Debbie knew she had Sid's eyes on her as they left the dining room and tried to appear unattractive to him but it was an impossible task. Wearing high heels and a tight skirt made it difficult to walk without her hips swaying and she could feel the fabric of her skirt pulling across her ass cheeks.

Sid lounged idly against the bar and made sure Debbie could see him watching her as she left.

"Fuck me," he breathed under his breath as he watched her leave. He was loving the sway of her hips and the way her ass cheeks were moving under the confines of her tight skirt. She might be carrying a few pounds too many but it doesn't matter he thought, it just gives her a fantastic shape. Big tits, great ass and lovely legs, a winning combination. He smirked to himself as his cock bulged.



* * *

Saturday dawned with Derek rising early to make sure he had time to enjoy a leisurely full English breakfast before getting ready for his trip to the football match.

It had been a frosty night inside the bedroom. For Debbie the previous night had been a bust. When they'd arrived back to their room it was soon obvious that Derek was in no fit state to do much of anything except sleep. And that he did, snoring loudly for most of the night and valiantly resisting all her attempts to get him to turn on his side.

Debbie had decided that she wasn't going to create a scene because she didn't want to spoil their trip with arguments. Besides, she could go off and do things herself, the weather forecast wasn't too bad and there were plenty of walks nearby with wonderful scenery. Yes, she thought, today's going to be a good day. She was actually beginning to look forward to her husband not being there.

When it was time for Derek to leave, she said goodbye to him and watched as he climbed into the passenger seat of the car. As the car drove off, she became aware that someone had come up behind her. She turned, bumping straight into Sid who gave her body a quick scan up and down.

"Oh, you startled me," she blurted out, jumping back with the shock.

"Sorry my dear, I didn't mean to," he said speaking to her breasts.

Debbie could feel a hot flush building. Her stomach dropped as she had a sudden realisation.

"Err, weren't you... I mean... I thought you were going to the football as well," she stammered.

"Oh no, I can't abide football," he smiled.

"So who's that with my husband?" Debbie asked, his remark about football surprising her. He seemed to know a lot about it last night.

"That was young Billy, he's a big football fan, don't worry he'll look after your husband," Sid said.

Oh God, Debbie thought, "So who's here now?" she asked fearing the worst.

"Just you and me," Sid smirked, confirming Debbie's worst fears. "Just you and me. Don't worry, I'll look after you." He stared again at her large breasts.

Debbie's breath caught in her throat. But then, much to her surprise, Sid turned and walked off. She gratefully took the opportunity and ran back to her room and changed into her walking gear. Grabbing her rucksack out of her car she left on her walk.

The scenery was spectacular and Debbie was enjoying the walk immensely. She had noticed clouds beginning to build in the distance and prayed that they would blow away. No such luck. An hour or so later it started to rain lightly and when it became heavier and showed no sign of abating Debbie reluctantly returned to the lodge.

She crept into the building and got to her room without seeing Sid. Thank god for that small mercy she thought!

She stripped off her wet clothes and took a very hot shower, which went some way to revitalising her. After toweling herself dry she dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Without thinking, she didn't bother putting on a bra.

As well as the usual requisite tea and coffee making facilities their suite also had a selection of books put there for guests to enjoy. It was a nice touch she thought, as she idly browsed through the titles. It became even better when much to her surprise she found a book written by her favourite author and one she hadn't read. 

That was great news. She opened the bottle of complimentary red wine and poured herself a large glassful and settled down to read. She knew it was early to start drinking but what the hell!

An hour or so later and she realised that she had completely forgotten about lunch. She also realised that she had just about finished the bottle of wine.

Putting the book down she uncurled herself from her chair and unsteadily went over to the window to see if the bad weather had cleared away. Her head was spinning slightly as she climbed up to have a look outside. It was still raining although away in the distance she could just make out the first signs of blue sky peeking through the clouds.

She puffed out her cheeks and exhaled, trying hard to quell the growing feeling of nausea. I really do need some food inside me she thought. 

As Debbie contemplated what she needed to eat; outside her room, Sid's hand was hovering over the door latch as he built up the nerve to enter. He knew once he opened the door there could be no going back.

He had seen a soaking wet Debbie return early from her walk and had rushed off to his room to activate the cameras. He was decidedly pissed off when the camera in the bathroom became so steamed up that he couldn't make out anything of interest. She clearly liked a very hot shower and the stupid bitch hadn't switched on the fan. He made a mental note to get that mistake rectified as soon as possible. 

Distracted by an inconvenient phone call he also missed her exit from the bathroom back into the bedroom. By the time he'd got rid of the caller she was fully clothed although he could clearly see she was not wearing a bra. The picture quality was excellent and he was pleased that he had bought the most expensive piece of kit available. 

However he'd seen enough to satisfy his initial urges and it was now a question of building up the nerve to do it. He gave himself a severe talking too. It was too good an opportunity to miss. It wasn't every day your wet dream landed in your lap.

Of course it could all go tits up but it was a risk he was willing to take. He had a sort of sixth sense when it came to women and he figured that he saw something in Debbie that meant she would succumb to him and that he would be successful.

He breathed deeply. Okay, it was time to put his plan into action. Not that it was much of a plan. All he had to do was go inside her room and assault her and hope she gave into his persistence rather than cry rape.

He pressed down on the latch. The clash of metal on metal seemed to reverberate down the corridor. Surely she must hear the noise? He paused. Nothing. No response. He took a deep breath trying to calm his ragged nerves. 

He slowly pushed the door open. He could barely breathe as he crept into the room.

He quickly assessed the situation. She was kneeling on the window seat looking out. Her legs were slightly open and her ass was sticking up in the air and she was wiggling from side to side as she tried to get her knees comfortable on the soft seat cushion. She clearly hadn't heard him enter.

His cock pulsed and he nervously licked his lips. Fucking hell, what a sight. Her jeans were pulled so tight across her ass cheeks that he was sure he could see her panties.

He couldn't resist. He had to do it. He reached out his hands and touched her ass. 

Debbie jolted forward from the sudden shock. Instantaneously her heart began to thump in her chest and she felt a hot flush course through her body. 

And then she froze.

Sid didn't waste time. He felt the soft curve of her plump ass cheeks in his hand before he quickly slid it down the line of her ass crack, moving underneath and following the line of the seam to the front of her jeans. 

Debbie remained frozen to the spot. It was surreal. It was like she couldn't make out what was happening. Part of her brain was screaming at her to do something... anything... but the drink befuddled part that controlled her body had seemingly switched off and was not responding. 

Time seemed to stand still as Sid brought his other hand forward to grab a handful of one of her large breasts, which were hanging down invitingly. He squeezed it lovingly feeling his hand sink into her flesh.

"Oh fuuuck..." he moaned out loud.

That seemed to snap Debbie to her senses as she jumped up. "What the hell!" she screamed at Sid as she scrambled off the window seat. Her brain was fully in sync with her body now. Better late than never she supposed. Her head swam from the sudden movement and she felt decidedly sick.

Sid stared into her face not saying a word. Debbie could see the lust in his eyes. Her stomach churned as panic set in and another wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her.

"What... what... do you think you're doing," she blurted out as she stood to face him. "Get out... get out of my room... now!"

Her chest was heaving as she breathed deeply. Sid looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. And Debbie knew this. She could feel them rubbing and pushing against her tee shirt, getting bigger and ever more sensitive. Sid nervously licked his lips and reached out to touch them. She backed away as he slowly advanced towards her.

"What's the matter Mrs Gibson," Sid sneered, "Don't you like me looking at your big titties then?"

She swallowed hard, trying hard not to throw up. "Get away from me." she croaked. Apart from feeling sick she was now extremely frightened.

"Didn't seem to bother you much last night, did it! Showing me your big titties, your blouse unbuttoned so I could cop a good look! Huh... well?"

"I... I... didn't," she stammered, "I didn't... I... I..."

"Sure you did." Sid oozed contempt. "If you didn't like it you could have buttoned yourself up, now couldn't you? But you didn't... did you!"

He stepped nearer. "You wanted me to see your tits. You got a thrill from it didn't you!"

"No... I... I... didn't..." she blustered. She came to a sudden stop as she bumped up against the wall. She could go no further.

"You'd better get out now or I'll scream if you don't," she said managing to gather herself together. She put on her most serious expression and tried to stare him down.

His eyes were wild. At that moment she realised he had no intention of leaving. She felt her stomach lurch, churning over several times in spasm. This wasn't looking good. She was about to be sexually assaulted or even worse, raped. Her romantic trip away with her husband was rapidly turning into a nightmare.

"Go ahead," he finally replied with a sick grin on his face, "there's no-one here except you and me and no-one to hear you within five miles, so go ahead... scream!" 

Sid closed the gap and pushed up against her body. She could feel his hot breath hitting her face in short wheezing gasps. She cringed and tried to make herself smaller, hunching her shoulders in a vain attempt to keep her body away from him. Unfortunately as her arms were down by her side all she did was force her breasts out towards him, making them look bigger and even more enticing. This was not the result she wanted to achieve.

Sid again stared into her eyes as he brought his hands up onto her breasts. She flinched as he finally touched her.

"Ooohh shit..." She trembled as he ran his fingers around them, over and over, tracing out their shape. He touched her erect, swollen red nipples, which were now as big as champagne corks and clearly visible through her tee shirt. 

"Ohhh... please stop," Debbie whispered, "please... please don't... pleeaassee."

"What size are they?" Sid wheezed as he fondled and squeezed her breasts.

"38DD!" she blurted out. She felt her face turn bright red with embarrassment.

Sid leered into her face, his sick grin growing wider.

"Fucking impressive Mrs Gibson, very fucking impressive." He squeezed her breasts hard, rubbing his hands roughly over them, catching her nipples again. 

"Oooohhhh fuuuck..." she moaned, as her eyes closed momentarily. 

She seemed to be incapable of movement now, her legs seemingly frozen to the spot as Sid continued his assault on her massive tits. 

He reached down and pulled her tee shirt free of her jeans. There was no resistance from Debbie as in one quick movement he lifted it over her head. Her breasts swung free with barely a hint of sag.

"No, please... please don't," she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears as he groped her breasts again. 

Sid clearly mesmerised by her tits muttered to himself as he cupped and squeezed them together. "Oh fucking marvellous," he groaned slowly, "you've got great titties, there so big... so firm... so lovely." He pulled them together before he buried his face into her cleavage. He moved his face about, clearly luxuriating in the feel of her flesh around his face. 

"Please... no, please... please stop," Debbie was breathing heavily now. She didn't want this but her body was just beginning to betray her.

There was no way Sid was going to stop. He carried on squeezing her breasts not realising that this virtually guaranteed him success. Debbie's biggest turn-on was to have her breasts man handled roughly, a turn-on which was even greater when she had been drinking.

As Sid sucked on her nipples, Debbie's body finally betrayed her completely, conceding defeat as she moaned out loud. As he continued, Debbie's hips gyrated as her pussy started to twitch.




Debbie Gibson Ch. 04



I can't believe how easy this is, thought Sid as he worked on Debbie. His cock was throbbing now in anticipation as he became more aroused due to Debbie's arousal and seeming compliance to his seduction. Or was it assault?

Moving a hand down, Sid undid the top button of Debbie's jeans and lowered the zip. As with the tee shirt Debbie made no effort to stop him. He managed to squeeze his hand inside even though the jeans were a very tight fit and slipped them down towards her mound. As his fingers probed, Debbie involuntarily opened her legs allowing him easier access.

He slid his fingers lower and was thrilled to find her panties were wet.

He was desperate to fuck her now and pulled her jeans down taking her panties with them. Debbie waited patiently, watching as Sid bent down to remove them She lifted each leg in turn to allow him to take them off completely before he came up again.

His hand moved into the vee at the top of her thighs. As he cupped her pussy, Debbie threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Sid slipped a finger in between her dripping pussy lips and thrust upwards.

"Ohhhnnnggrr... fuuuuucckk..." Debbie shrieked as he pummelled into her slit before adding a second finger.

Her hips were moving now as she pushed herself down onto his hand. She wanted this now, wanted them deeper and harder inside her. His thumb sought out and found her now fully engorged clit. As he rubbed against it she screamed as she came quickly to her first orgasm.

Her breathing was ragged as the intense feeling subsided. She slumped against his body, her arms draped over his shoulders. Sid carried on and continued to massage her 38DD breasts and tweak her nipples before leaving them to free his cock.

He undid his trousers and pushed them down his scrawny legs to his ankles, where he stepped out of them.

He might look like a scrawny, unkempt and ageing man but his equipment was in perfect working order. He stroked his 11" cock into a rigid state. Luckily for Debbie, he wasn't particularly thick, just very long.

As he pushed Debbie's legs wider apart, he brought his cock head up to her pussy. Rubbing it a couple of times over her sodden pussy lips he bent his knees and pushed up.

"Oh my god... oohhnngg..." Debbie moaned long and hard as he entered her, the head of his cock slipping easily into her sopping wet pussy.

He pushed further as he grabbed hold of her right leg and lifted it up to give himself better access. His hand ran down her thigh. "Oh fucking lovely," Sid moaned," so soft and smooth, fucking great."

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuuuck..." Debbie grunted as he fed more of his long cock inside her.

He took his time, letting her pussy adapt to his size. He could feel it getting easier as her juices made his cock slick. As he pushed into her repeatedly, trying to impale her on all of his 11" cock, she tried one last pathetic, futile attempt to get Sid to stop.

"No... no... stop... please... please... oooohhhh... no... please... I don't... want this... please... fuuuck... no... ooohhh god... ooohhh god... please stop." Sid thought she sounded really whiny.

"Not a fucking chance," he groaned as he pumped away, picking up a good rhythm. 

He still couldn't believe how he, Sid Jenkins, was fucking this gorgeous, sexy woman, who had a body to die for. Her husband's a lucky man, he thought, he gets to fuck her every day. If only he knew how often Debbie had sex he would not have believed it.

Debbie's body began to relax and to her horror she began to enjoy the fucking she was getting, even if it was with a man she couldn't stand. 

But sex is sex and even though she didn't want it this was good sex. But then again maybe it was because of the forbidden nature of it, the eroticism, or the near rape. And just like with Curtis and Tony, that made it good.

"Oohhmmyygoddd..." she shrieked as Sid brought Debbie to her second orgasm before he pulled out of her.

Taking her by the hand he led her over to the window seat. Turning her round so she was looking out the window, he made her climb up onto the cushion. 

She was completely naked. Her massive boobs dangled down beneath her body, her nipples rigid with desire. He looked down at her delicious ass, invitingly sticking up in the air. He could see the slickness of her pussy as he pulled her ass cheeks apart. Moving forward he lined up his cock with her slit and thrust straight back in. 

"Oh my god... you bastard..." she screamed, as he hammered into her pussy, the different angle giving her a new sensation.

Her massive 38DD breasts swayed back and forth as he pummelled into her and taking his hands from her hips he leaned under her body and captured them. As he squeezed them and flicked his fingers over her nipples, Debbie moaned louder.

As her passion grew, she thrust her hips back trying to get deeper penetration from Sid's cock.

"Fucking hell," Sid gasped as he began to struggle riding the bucking Debbie. If I had a smaller cock she'd have pushed me out by now, he thought as he rammed into her more forcefully causing Debbie to groan even louder.

As she reached her orgasm, so she felt Sid stiffen as he approached his climax.

With one final forceful thrust he came but as he did, for some reason he pulled out of her, squirting his strings of sticky white cum all over her back.

Breathing hard and sweating, Sid milked the last drops of cum out of his shrivelling cock to let them drip down onto her ass.

"That was fucking amazing," he said. He slapped her ass before stooping down to retrieve his clothes from the floor. He gave Debbie a last lingering look before he left the room.

Debbie was motionless, still on her knees, bent over in the window seat with her ass in the air. She was gasping for air as Sid's cum trickled off her back to drop onto the window seat cushions.



* * *

When Derek returned from the football match it was seven thirty. Debbie had just about recovered from her near rape by Sid and had showered and was ready to go for their evening meal. 

For some inexplicable reason, she didn't feel like explaining to Derek what had happened to her with Sid. She was pretty sure it wouldn't end well and besides, how could she prove it. She thought she would try and bury the memory, much as she had done with her recollections of sex with Mr Webster.

Her choice of outfit tonight was her new pink body contour dress, bought especially for this weekend. It clung invitingly to her curvy body. It wasn't particularly low cut and lengthwise it came to her knees. Due to it's tight fit though, she was unable to wear a bra and as she could see her panty line through the fabric she opted not to wear any underwear. She finished off her ensemble with stockings and suspenders and 5" high heel stilettos.

"Well, what do you think," she asked Derek, twirling round. If this didn't have the desired effect then nothing would. She was pleased with the look. Daft really. She was worried about her panty line but it never crossed her mind that she was showing the clips of her suspenders.

"Very nice," Derek muttered, hardly bothering to look.

Debbie was pissed off with him. After all, she had hoped that this weekend away would revitalise their relationship and by dressing up she had hoped to get Derek turned on. So much for that idea, she thought as she watched Derek put on the same trousers he had been wearing all day. Well at least he's putting on a clean shirt, she thought as he took one out of the wardrobe.

"Ready?" he asked, holding the door open, "I could murder a beer."

She rolled her eyes in frustration. Luckily Derek didn't see her as he had already left the room and was walking down the corridor. She hurried after him as best she could but 5" heels does make walking quickly quite a challenge.

As they entered the dining room, Debbie saw Sid staring at her from behind the bar. She flushed and quickly looked away.

As soon as they sat down, Sid appeared at their side.

"Did you enjoy your day at the football Derek," he asked, "and you Debbie, did you enjoy your day. I believe you said you were going walking. What did you do when you came back because of the rain... nothing too energetic... I hope..." he leered.

"No, no not at all," she blurted out, her cheeks burning and wanting the conversation to end right there.

Derek was oblivious to the sexual tension sparking between Sid and his wife and ordered a beer for himself.

"What do you want to drink Debbie?" he asked.

"A large glass of red wine please," she answered. She knew she shouldn't have done, she was still pretty hammered from the bottle she'd drunk earlier but what the hell!

They ordered their meals and thankfully Sid left them alone. As it was Saturday night, even though they still appeared to be the only guests staying in the lodge; the restaurant, which apparently had a great reputation, was busy with locals.

Derek and Debbie enjoyed their meals. Debbie in particular, after polishing off nearly a bottle of red wine to herself, was feeling very relaxed and somewhat pissed.

They suddenly realised that they were the only ones left in the dining room as Sid came up to their table.

"Do you want a night cap Derek," he asked, "brandy, whisky, port?"

"No, I think we're going," Debbie said quickly, hoping to get away from Sid. She struggled to her feet, swaying slightly.

"No, no I think I would like a whisky," Derek replied. She looked at him in disgust.

"Well, if you come with me into the lounge area, I've got a fire burning in the grate. It's turned a bit chilly outside," Sid said. He started to move away, assuming they would follow. "And I think you're just in time to watch the football highlights show on television Derek," he added.

"Ooh great," Derek said as he got quickly out of his seat and began to follow Sid.

Debbie tottered behind him. "What about me," she said, "what am I supposed to do while you watch bloody football!"

"Why don't I give you a guided tour of the lodge," Sid said, "there are some lovely old features to see and lots of little nooks and cranny's to explore. I'm sure you'll find it interesting."

"Sounds like a great idea," Derek interjected cutting Debbie off as she was about to decline Sid's invitation. "You go have a look round, I'm sure you will enjoy yourself. You like looking at quirky old things," he finished, his eyes already completely focused on the football match that had just started.

"I'm sure she will," Sid smirked, as he grabbed Debbie's hand. "Come on my dear, there's something I want to show you in the cellar."

For a scrawny looking individual Sid was pretty strong. She tried unsuccessfully to extricate her hand from his grip. As he pulled her away from Derek with one hand, his other dropped onto her ass and squeezed her cheeks. Debbie scowled. Does my totally oblivious husband have any idea what he is letting happen to me she thought.

Reaching the cellar they descended the steps, She heard the key turn as Sid locked the door behind them. He clearly didn't want to be interrupted with what he had in mind.

Debbie was mildly surprised as Sid showed her round the cellar, pointing out some empty wine barrels. She'd thought he would be all over her as soon as they got inside. Instead he proceeded to tell her about the history of the place. Apparently the previous owners had tried to make their own wine, but had failed and this was all that was left.

She actually found this quite interesting as he told her how wine was made and the different processes involved. He was clearly passionate about it and she found herself warming to the man. She didn't realise though that as she took great interest in the vats and other paraphernalia, Sid was looking at her ass with even greater interest.

He moved up behind her, coiling his arms round her waist and pressed into her body.

"Oh, fuck me," he groaned into her ear as he nuzzled her neck, "your body is simply the best Mrs Gibson. The shape of your ass in this dress and the curve of your legs. And your heels. They're so high. What are they then? Four inches, five inches?"

"Five inches," she breathed huskily, leaning back into his body. She had no idea why she did that but she felt a warm feeling flood into her body.

"Mmmm...it doesn't matter though," he muttered to her, "it will just make what I have planned that much easier."

"And what makes you think I'm gong to let you fuck me again," Debbie said nervously. Derek's only upstairs and I can soon get him down here. Then what would you do?"

Sid began to laugh. "Well for starters I can show him the video of you fucking me in your bedroom this afternoon. How about that!"

"I'm sorry... what did you say!" Debbie's stomach churned.

Sid looked at her with a sick grin on his face. "You're a bright woman Mrs Gibson... I'm sure you can figure it out. I'm not sure if your husband would want to beat me up before or after I show him OUR recording!"

"You really are a sick bastard," Debbie muttered.

Sid held her tight in his arms and began to whisper sweet nothings into her ear. This sent goosebumps racing down her arms. She was befuddled with drink and terribly conflicted. She was also disgusted with herself but incredibly aroused. This man was driving her insane. Telling her what he wanted to do to her. Excited by how she looked to him. If only Derek was this passionate she thought...

As he continued to mutter into her ear his hands moved up and were now fondling her boobs. She was resigned to her fate and made no attempt to stop him.

Fuck Derek, she drunkenly thought, he's obviously not interested in me and even though I can't stand Sid, the odious, scrawny man, he has got a nice big, long cock. Her heart began to race and her pussy twitched as she anticipated what was to come.

Sid moved up even closer behind her. She could feel the size of his bulge as he snuggled it in between her ass cheeks. He brought his hands round and dropped one on her ass and the other one between her legs. He stroked her mound through her dress.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned as she shifted her stance and as Sid rubbed her mound, her hips started to gyrate.

Sid brought his other hand up to her breasts, squeezing them in turn before sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and lowering the zip fastener at the back. He slowly pulled the top of her dress down, taking her massive breasts with it, before they sprang back following their release.

They swayed slightly as they resumed their position on her chest. Sid cupped them from the side catching her swollen nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

As he pinched them, Debbie moaned again and her legs opened wider inviting his hand to get deeper into her wet throbbing pussy.

Sid was breathing hard as he unfastened his trousers and slid them down his legs. She caught a glimpse of his cock tenting his boxers. As he pulled them down, he turned Debbie round and placing his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down to crouch between his legs.

He stroked his cock and brought it up to her full red lips.

"Suck it," he commanded as Debbie hesitated. He pushed it against her lips forcing them to part slightly. "Suck it," he said again.

Debbie grabbed hold of his massive 11" cock and stroked it before licking his pre cum off the tip. It tastes salty, she thought, but it's not too bad. Debbie had not given many blow jobs before and even though she wasn't sure she liked doing it she still instinctively knew what to do.

She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. As she closed her mouth over it and sucked, Sid reacted.

"Oh yeah, fuck that's good," he moaned.

Debbie slid more inside her as she bobbed her head up and down, one hand stroking his shaft and the other squeezing his balls.

Her tongue circled his head as she licked him. Sid was getting excited and started to pump his hips as he tried to fuck her throat. "Yeah suck my cock you bitch," he moaned, "you like it... don't you, you slut!"

Debbie gagged and pulled his cock out, saliva flooding from her mouth as she gasped for air.

Sid didn't want to blow his load into her mouth. He had another place for that in mind, so he pulled her up and led her over to a nearby bench.

Placing her hands on top of the bench he bent her down and lifting her dress up over her hips, nudged the back of her thigh with his knee. Debbie compliantly spread her legs wide for him and gasped in surprise as Sid ducked down and pushed his face between her ass cheeks. She hadn't expected that from him.

As his hands moved over the smooth silkiness of her stockings his tongue slurped around her pussy lips licking up the juices that were now flowing freely. Using his fingers he pulled them open and pushed his tongue inside causing Debbie to react. Her hips twitched as he found and then flicked over her clit.

"Uunnggghh," she groaned as he slipped two fingers inside her tight inviting pussy. Sid was too excited now to wait any longer and standing up brought his cock to her and pushed straight in.

Debbie gasped at the force of his thrust, her pussy resisting at first in spite of the slickness before it relaxed and allowed Sid's monster cock inside where it immediately clamped down on it.

"Fuck, you're tight," Sid groaned, "I'm amazed after this afternoon!"

So am I, thought Debbie grunting with each of Sid's thrusts.

As he pounded away devastating her pussy once more, he brought his hands round to fondle her massive breasts, which were hanging down and swinging wildly, inviting him to play with them. He squeezed them hard as he marvelled again at how big they were, causing Debbie to wince in pain.

"Steady on," she groaned, "they are attached to me you know." She shrieked as Sid tweaked her nipples at the same time as he gave a massive thrust into her pussy with his huge, long cock.

Debbie came panting to her orgasm. It hadn't taken long and she was definitely aroused. Was she that easy a lay now?

Sid pulled out of her again and taking her hands off the bench moved her away from it slightly.

Debbie was confused as Sid bent her lower.

"Grab your ankles," he ordered and as Debbie complied he thrust a finger into her pussy before pushing it into her anal passage.

"What the fuck are you doing," Debbie jumped upright, squealing from the shock of the unexpected invasion. 

"Something you're going to enjoy," Sid replied, pushing her back down before bringing the bulbous head of his cock up to her ass.

He pushed the head in meeting considerable resistance. Debbie was screaming at him to take it out, but suddenly he broke through. He stopped to allow her ass to get used to the invasion.

"Fuck me, that hurts," Debbie gasped, then shrieked again as Sid pushed more of his cock inside her.

"Don't worry," Sid replied, "you'll get used to it." He pushed again sliding nearly all the way in.

He pulled back and as Debbie groaned, thrust back completely burying most of his 11" inside her.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck," Debbie wailed, as Sid started to slide in and out.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck," she moaned as her body began to accept the invasion and the pain lessened.

Sid reached round and grabbed her huge 38DD breasts again and as he squeezed them, Debbie had another orgasm.

She felt Sid's climax approaching as his cock stiffened inside her. He was older than her thirty seven years and she was actually amazed he had lasted this long. He seemed insatiable. He grunted loudly and with one final thrust she felt him come as he filled her anal passage with his sticky white cum.

"Oh fucking hell" he groaned, "that was fantastic."

Debbie was panting with the exertion, her hair plastered across her forehead.

"How the fuck am I going to explain this to Derek," she said.

"I don't think he'll even know, do you," Sid smirked.




Debbie Gibson Ch. 05



Several weeks had passed since Debbie Gibson and her husband Derek had enjoyed their long, supposedly romantic weekend away at the countryside retreat. Sadly there had been little romance between them, Sid Jenkins the balding, scrawny owner of the retreat soon put the lid on that notion after taking a fancy to Debbie whom it seemed fulfilled his MILF fantasy.

And so it was that on the first day of their trip Derek went off to watch one of the football matches of the season, tickets courtesy of Sid, who rewarded his own generosity by seducing Debbie.

Even though she was revolted, especially as the first time was tantamount to rape, what Sid had going for him was an insatiable desire to fuck women, especially those with big tits, a criteria that unfortunately Debbie filled more than adequately with her firm 38DD's. It also helped that his cock, although it wasn't particularly thick was 11" long. 

He also showed a quite remarkable creative side when it came to his choice of location to do the dirty deed. Not for him a quick fumble on the bed ... oh no ... he was much more discerning than that. When Sid fucked Debbie in her bed it was as she lay next to a sleeping Derek. And again when they were all out on a walk in the surrounding hills he managed to separate her from her husband and gave her a right good fucking in the woods. But he'd really got into his stride when he took Debbie down to the large cellar to show her the old wine making equipment. Of course that wasn't all that he showed her. 

In the end, although she found Sid to be an odious individual and in spite of her self loathing and disgust at her eventual surrender and compliance, there was still that part of her that found it all to be dangerously exciting, especially as he was fairly physical with her. This was a complete contrast to her usually intimate love making with Derek. Not that there had been much of that lately. In fact she could only remember them having sex once since the trip and to her shame found herself disappointed when it wasn't particularly satisfying.

Her shame grew even greater when she found the scrap of paper with Curtis' phone number in her handbag. He had been the person who turned her into an unfaithful wife when she had cheated on Derek following a night out with her sister a few months previously. She hadn't meant to let him fuck her but she was too aroused watching as a voyeur whilst her sister was being fucked by Curtis' friend. After years of being a faithful wife and mother, it seemed he was the catalyst that had opened the flood gates. She briefly toyed with the idea of ringing him before she destroyed the note.

She was pleased with herself as she vowed she would not be unfaithful to Derek again.

* * *

Debbie had now started her new job as a sales assistant at Bromptons Department Store. The head of her department was a young woman named Tina Carson, newly promoted to the role, who had been training her in all aspects of the job, from customer sales to stock display.

She'd been there about a fortnight when Tina found her on the shop floor one morning. Debbie had been busy with the latest price changes and for a moment didn't realise Tina was stood behind her. 

"Morning Debbie," she said brusquely. Tina was immediately all business. It was obvious she had a lot on her mind.

"Today you are going to have the pleasure of meeting Rob Johnson. Rob is the account executive of Staymo, one of our biggest suppliers. As you will soon find out, Rob is full of himself; can sometimes be borderline obnoxious but is actually very good at his job in spite of the bullshit he gives you." 

Crikey Debbie thought, her eyes widening in shock, she doesn't pull her punches.

Tina continued to give her the run down on Staymo's products, including their best and worst selling lines together with ordering and returns procedures.

Debbie's head was reeling by the time Tina finished.

"Don't worry," Tina laughed, as she saw the glazed expression on Debbie's face, "you'll get the hang of it in no time."

"Ahhh, here he is now," she continued as they both heard a cheery, "Morning Tina," from Rob as came towards them.

"Morning Rob," Tina said before she pointed towards Debbie. "Rob, I'd like you to meet Debbie Gibson, she's taking over this section from me."

"Ah yes, your big promotion; congratulations, well deserved," Rob said as he looked at Tina before looking at Debbie.

He did a double take. "My god," he exclaimed, "you two could be sisters!"

He looked at them again, dragging his eyes over their bodies. He quickly made his comparisons. Both of them had short blonde hair and blue eyes and even in her unflattering work clothes he could make out that Debbie curved in all the right places. He already knew that Tina's body was superb as he had been lucky enough to get her drunk a couple of Christmases ago and ended up burying his big, thick cock inside her married pussy. His eyes lingered for a moment as he compared their breasts. Debbie's looked bigger than Tina's although he decided there wasn't much in it. He felt his cock give an involuntary twitch of approval.

"Don't be daft," Tina said, brushing his observation aside flippantly. "As I said, Debbie is taking over this section so I need you to help her ... oh and Rob ... be nice to her."

Rob looked at Debbie and smiled. Tina saw the hidden lustful leer on his face and a twinge of guilt hit her. She could imagine what was going through his mind. Nice ... be nice, I'd like to be more than nice to her! She'd got to know first hand what he was like.

Debbie was blissfully unaware. She thought he had a nice smile. What she didn't know was that Rob was a serial predator. His chosen subject was seducing married women, even though he was married himself. He had found that he sometimes got as much excitement in the chase than in the actual act of fucking.

There were always exceptions of course, and in his case it was Tina. Debbie would have been shocked to learn that Rob had fucked her or that he'd managed to get an encore performance a week later. She also didn't know that Rob was a persistent devil and although he had tried several times since, Tina had never let him get anywhere near her again. 

As he appraised her, it didn't take Rob long to decide that Debbie would make an ideal substitute for Tina. It was clear he was getting nowhere with her now and it was obvious her legs were firmly closed to him and nothing he did or said would prise them apart again. It was a shame really, she'd probably been the best fuck he'd ever had. But still ... he pondered for a while ... maybe Debbie would prove to be a more than adequate substitute.

"Hi Debbie," he said, the seductive tone in his voice perfectly clear, "pleased to meet you. I going to look forward to showing you what I want!"

Debbie saw Tina roll her eyes and shake her head. Without realising it at the time that was the moment Debbie got her first inkling of what she was going to be subjected to over the following weeks.



* * *

As part of Debbie's training, Rob arranged to come into the store on a more regular basis than was normal. He said he needed to help bring her up to speed with the new product lines as well as helping her get to grips with the existing product range.

Rob was certainly smooth but in truth Tina was right. He was very good at his job and Debbie really grasped the role very quickly under his expert guidance. It also gave him the chance to try and weave his magic on her.

She didn't know how he did it but it didn't take him long to find out about her home life. All her fears and anxieties eventually came flooding out. Rob appeared at first to be genuinely interested in her problems and then truly concerned and compassionate as Debbie opened up to him about her personal issues with Derek. He seemed to be a good listener and was most understanding!

After patiently gaining her trust he started with the physical side of his hoped for seduction. Initially it was just little touches of her arm with his hands to emphasise a point or to show her something. There was nothing wrong with that but this had now led to him touching her splendidly round ass; an action altogether more intimate. And the frequency of this action seemed to be increasing almost daily. She thought little of it, in a way it was just seemed a natural progression of their friendship.

Rob was delighted when there was no adverse reaction from Debbie. Emboldened by her acceptance he increased his contact with her body, even to the point of pushing into her ass with his crotch when she was bent over trying to put something onto a bottom shelf of the display.

Then came the day of his biggest breakthrough.

They had been sparking off each other all morning with Rob using sexual innuendos in all of his answers to her questions. She was comfortable in the way he talked to her now so was just playfully laughing it off.

This particular day, Debbie had come to work in a skirt and high heels. It wasn't her normal work attire but she was shortly due to meet Derek for lunch. Although she was wearing an overall over her clothes, it did little to hide her full figure, a point that Rob was now crudely making.

"You know Debbie," he said, "if you were going out for lunch with me today instead of your husband, you wouldn't have time for any food."

"Oh, why's that then!" she said with a giggle.

"Because we'd be too busy doing ... you know what!" Rob replied.

"No I don't," she playfully answered, "what's what?"

"Oh I'm pretty sure you know," Rob said, his demeanour changing instantly. There was no joking around now as he moved up to her trapping her against the display shelving. This was serious. He slid his hand down the front of her overalls and reaching the gap at the top of her legs, pushed it into her mound.

Taken by surprise Debbie's eyes flew wide open as it took her a moment to realise what Rob was doing. She gasped as he rubbed gently between her legs, his eyes locked firmly on hers. 

"That's what we would start by doing," he whispered hoarsely, "then we would move onto other things."

Debbie couldn't believe it. She was shocked that Rob would do this to her. She should be protesting, pushing him away, telling him to get off her, reporting his inappropriate behaviour. She should be ...she should ... she ...

Her eyes flickered as she felt the stirrings in her groin. Her breathing became a little ragged. Time seemed to be standing still as Rob continued to work on her mound before she finally realised that he had stopped. As she came to her senses she knocked his hand away.

"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed, "get off me!" She was struggling to catch her breath and was extremely flustered by his assault. 

Rob didn't back down or apologise for his actions but merely shrugged as he stepped away. "Okay then. It's time for me to go, so I'll see you tomorrow." 

Debbie watched as he walked away before looking quickly all around her to make sure no-one had seen what had just occurred. She could feel her face burning up as a hot flush coursed through her body.

I can't believe he's done that, she thought as she shook her head in disbelief, I just can't believe it!

"Debbie, are you okay?" 

The question snapped her back to her senses as Derek suddenly appeared at her side.

"It was today we were going to lunch, wasn't it?" he asked as he looked concerned at his wife.

"No, no, I'm fine," she replied trying to appear calm and normal, "I was miles away and yes it is today. I'll just get rid of my overall and we can go." 

* * *

The next day, Debbie was completing a display for Staymo when Rob arrived.

"Morning Debbie," Rob said, "how are we today then, fighting fit and full of fun," he joked.

"You're kidding me," she said, "after yesterday and you show no sign of remorse, no apology ... or anything?"

Rob looked her in the eye. "Look Debbie," he replied seriously, I'm sorry if you feel I overstepped the mark but you're not a man ..."

"Clearly!" she interrupted fiercely.

"Yes I know that and that's my point. You have no idea do you?" Rob said.

"No idea about what!" she snapped testily, by now totally confused.

Rob took her arm and steered her over to a quieter area away from the general traffic aisles. "You've no idea what you do to me, or as a man how I feel about you."

She looked at him quizzically. What the hell was he talking about?

"You're an attractive, sexy, intelligent and gorgeous woman and you also have a body to die for." Rob said his eyes boring into hers. "What you don't realise is that to most men you resemble a wet dream." He was now gripping her upper arm tightly, the back of his hand just brushing against the swell of her breast. "I've been lucky in that I have had the opportunity to work with you for the past few weeks and I can tell you this ... it's been a pleasure. I'm sorry if I went too far but I couldn't help myself. I'm attracted to you."

He looked her over, openly appraising her merits. It was possible that she could be carrying a couple of extra pounds more than she should but it just served to accentuate her body shape more. From her full and heavy 38DD breasts, she curved into a slim waist then out to a lovely round ass that was full of promise. He knew from yesterday that her legs were shapely and looked even better in high heels. Rob had always been a big tits, round ass and nice legs type of guy so she fit the bill admirably.

Debbie's head was reeling. "I'm ... I'm not sexy ... or attractive," she stuttered in reply, slightly overwhelmed by Rob's fulsome praise, "I'm just a housewife and mother and you're just being silly ... and as for my body, I'm definitely overweight!"

"No, no you're not, you're perfect," Rob countered. He had that familiar feeling that he had made the initial breakthrough.

Debbie blushed as Rob poured on the compliments, refuting all of her objections as to why she was not as he described her. By the time he'd finished she was positively glowing from all the praise. Well, what old married woman with two kids can deny she doesn't mind being told she is desirable and attractive by someone other than her husband and Debbie was no exception!

"Look Debbie," Rob concluded, a contrite look etched across his face, "I am sorry if I offended you and to make it up to you ... and ... also in recognition of your hard work this past few weeks why don't I take you to lunch, as my treat! I've been asked by my head office to stop over here for a couple of days longer anyway, so it would be a perfect opportunity. What do you say?" He looked at her hopefully.

"Gosh, thanks Rob," she replied, all thoughts of what Rob had done to her now gone, "that's very kind of you ... oh ... err ... mmm ..." she paused, crinkling up her nose before continuing. "I've just remembered it's my turn to cover the lunch hours this week. Sorry."

"Oh, I see," Rob replied. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't suppose an evening would be any good, would it?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh," she said somewhat surprised, "I don't know!"

Debbie thought about it for a few seconds before carrying on. "Well, actually, now that I think abut it, I've been asked to go to a hen party tomorrow night. Well it's not her proper hen party, more a get together for a meal and it's not as if I actually know the girl. I've just been asked by a friend of a friend to make up the numbers, so perhaps I could get out of it, if that's okay with you?"

"Brilliant," Rob replied, "I'll book somewhere nice. Do you want me to pick you up at your house or will that cause you a problem with your husband?"

"No, he's working the night shift this week, and it's the night the kids stop over at their grandma's so it won't be a problem," she said.

"Okay, that's sorted then, I'll pick you up around seven thirty tomorrow night. Now, let's get down to it. This is our latest product," Rob said, as he turned his attention to his stock.

* * *

Debbie was stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom putting the finishing touches to her make up. She had decided not to get too dressed up, after all it wasn't as if she was going on a date. So she had chosen a sensible navy blue dress that came just above her knee and which she'd thought was fairly loose fitting, made as it was from a flimsy type of fabric. It did flow a bit but unfortunately, due to her rather full figure it still clung alluringly to her large 38DD breasts and especially to her plump, round ass. She was wearing thigh high stockings and 4" heel navy blue court shoe that just about matched the dress.

As she descended the stairs, finally satisfied with the way she looked, she heard the door bell ring. She opened the door to find Rob standing there.

"Hi Debbie, you ready to ... WOW!" Rob stood in the doorway, his mouth wide open. "You look fantastic Debbie, you know, your work clothes do not do you justice."

Debbie felt herself flush. "Hi Rob, I don't think so but thank you just the same, it's always nice to get a compliment."

"You're kidding me; seriously, you look great," Rob replied enthusiastically as he escorted her to his car.

As they drove to the out of town, up market restaurant he had booked, Rob took every opportunity to look at Debbie's legs. The hem of her dress had ridden up quite a bit higher than perhaps she would have liked and therefore she was exposing a generous amount of her luscious thighs. She tried a couple of times to surreptitiously pull the hem down but to no avail. There was just the slightest sign of the lacy top of her thigh high stockings showing and from time to time she could see Rob looking lustfully at them. She was also pretty sure she could make out the beginnings of a bulge in the front of his trousers. She was grateful when they finally arrived at our destination.

"Gosh," she said suitably impressed, "you've managed to get in here?"

"Of course. Nothing but the best for you Debbie," Rob smiled smugly.

They entered through the wrought iron gates, the car tyres crunching on the sweeping gravel driveway. The restaurant was the former manor house of the village, which had been converted several years previously and now had an enviable reputation as one of the best places to eat in the area.

Rob pulled into the small car park outside the entrance only to find all the spaces occupied so he dutifully followed the signs to the overflow car park.

"I can't believe it's this busy on a week night," he said to Debbie as he parked the car, "good job I booked, I nearly didn't."

"I just hope we can find the car again," Debbie joked as they started their lengthy walk to the entrance of the restaurant.

"Mmmm. It is a bit secluded," Rob replied thoughtfully, "you can't even see the restaurant from here. I hope they've got some lighting for when we come back."

Arriving at the entrance to the restaurant they were met as soon as they stepped foot inside and were immediately shown to a sumptuous lounge area where they were quickly served with a complimentary aperitif.

"Oh Rob this is lovely," Debbie said as she sat back in her comfortable seat.

"Yeah it's not bad," he replied trying to appear as if he was used to this type of establishment. But even Debbie could see he was slightly nervous at being here.

He looked over as he sat down opposite to her. She was taking it all in, drinking in the whole atmosphere, looking around to see if there was anyone there that she knew. Not that she was bothered about being seen out with another man. There was nothing going on. It was just two work colleagues enjoying a night out together. She caught him looking at her and smiled, happy and glowing from the joy and excitement of just being there.

Rob smiled back.

Debbie saw the smile and a warm feeling swept over her. He really is a nice guy, she thought, and nowhere near as bad as Tina had led her to believe and he's not bad looking either even if he is a little bit flabby round the middle! But then, aren't we all? She smiled to herself and took another sip of her aperitif.




Debbie Gibson Ch. 05



If Debbie had known what Rob was smiling at, she might not have been so happy.

She was blissfully unaware that Rob wasn't the slightest bit bothered about the ambiance of the place. All he could think about was what a fantastic body Debbie had and how much she looked like an older Tina and how much he would like to fuck her. The smile she responded to and misread was the smile he made as he recalled his seduction and fucking of Tina. That had all started with drinks and a meal.

After fifteen minutes or so they were finally called through to their table and having been seated, the starters arrived almost immediately, their food order having been taken as they enjoyed their aperitifs.

During the meal they chatted easily with each other with Rob making sure he kept Debbie's glass topped up at all times from the bottle of wine he had ordered. It was an expensive bottle and Debbie could definitely tell the difference between it and the cheap supermarket wine she usually bought to drink at home.

After they finished their meal, a waiter took them back into the lounge area where they were seated on a sofa before being served coffee. Rob seemed somewhat bemused when Debbie ordered an Irish coffee and she was certain she heard him mutter ... just like Tina ... but couldn't be sure.

They had been seated in a fairly secluded part of the lounge area, which was just as well. Fuelled by drink, Debbie could get quite animated when she talked. She was chattering on about something, making her point and energetically demonstrating it by using her hands and arms. Due to this she was jiggling about on the sofa and was unaware that her dress had again ridden high up her legs thus exposing her shapely thighs to Rob's lustful eyes. 

It wasn't until she realised that Rob was no longer participating in the conversation that she stopped talking and followed the line of his gaze. His eyes were locked onto her thighs and he seemed mesmerised by the sight of her stocking clad legs, her 4" heels and especially by the amount of exposed flesh on display.

It was then it occurred to Debbie that Rob actually had his hand on her knee. And not only that he was running it up her thigh. When he reached her stocking top he brought his hand back down again to her knee before sliding back up her leg again. But this time he slid it down the inside of her thigh. At first she didn't react and she didn't really know why. In a way it was quite pleasant but she knew Rob was enjoying himself hugely as she saw his cock forming a tent in his trousers.

She knew she had to put a stop to this but it felt so nice that in a perverse way she wanted him to carry on. 

Oh my god, what am I thinking! She quickly dropped her hand down over Rob's and standing up mumbled that she had to go to the bathroom.

She could feel his eyes on her, boring into the back of her head as she walked away. It was the same feeling she'd had when she'd walked past Sid Jenkins a few weeks ago. So she knew what Rob was thinking. 

And she was right, although he wasn't looking at the back of her head.

Oh no ... he was far more interested in the sway of her hips and the mesmerising jiggle of her ass cheeks, clearly visible through the fabric of her clingy dress as they moved independently of each other with every step she made.

Once inside the restroom Debbie sat down on the toilet seat and tried to rationalise her thoughts. What am I doing, I know I'm tipsy and not drunk but I'm definitely aroused by what Rob is doing to my leg. She put her head in her hands. Is this what I've become ... a wife and mother who cheats on her husband. But I can't help it, Derek doesn't seem interested in sex anymore and I know now that I need to be fucked every now and again. And Rob is more than ready judging by the bulge in his trousers! I don't know what to do ...

As Debbie returned back to the lounge area, Rob watched her come towards him. He could see her breasts moving and jiggling inside her flimsy dress. Even she could feel them bouncing up and down and that sight most certainly was having an effect on him judging by the way he was licking his lips.

"Rob, can I have another drink please?" 

"Really," a shocked Rob replied, "err ... yeah no problem, what do you want?"

"A large gin and tonic please."

"Okay, coming up," Rob said, attracting the attention of the drinks waiter.

* * *

An hour or so later they left the restaurant to walk back to the car. Most of the other diners had already departed before them and as they eventually approached Rob's car she saw it was the only vehicle left in the overflow car park. 

Guided only by moonlight, Rob escorted her to the passenger side of the car, his hand brushing against the firm swell of her ass as he opened the door for her.

"That was lovely Rob, thank you so much," she said as she got into the car.

Rob smiled as he closed the door and went round to the driver's side and got in.

He glanced across at her. She smiled sweetly back at him watching as his gaze wandered downwards. She followed his eyes to see that her dress had once more ridden up her thighs exposing her smooth, silky stocking clad legs.

She knew what was coming. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to work it out. And he didn't hesitate. It seemed the natural thing to do. He leaned across to kiss her and she met him, her lips parting as he slid his tongue inside her mouth.

As they kissed his right hand moved up to cup her large full 38DD breast which he proceeded to squeeze gently.

Debbie showed him her appreciation by gently moaning into his mouth.

Rob slid his hand under her flimsy dress and ran it quickly up her leg to her mound. Her legs parted immediately and as his fingers reached her pussy, Rob grunted his appreciation of finding that her thong was already wet. 

They both kissed harder as he rubbed his hand into her pussy, Debbie moaned longingly into his mouth, her own hand going down to fondle Rob's bulge through his trousers.

He slid his fingers under her sopping thong and rubbed them round her engorged pussy lips. 

As Debbie moaned with rising passion she thrust down with her hips trying to get his fingers inside her. She was wanton as at the same time she was pulling at the zip of Rob's trousers. She was desperate to get at his cock, desperate to see it.

"Ooonngggrrr ..." She groaned loudly as Rob pushed a finger inside her. She hadn't expected that so soon but her pussy clamped down onto it immediately. He wiggled it about inside her, which started to drive her wild.

Rob sensed she was struggling with his zip. It was his fault. She had been doing fine until he stuck his finger in her pussy. He pulled his cock free and placed it in her hand.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed as she tried to take hold of it and failed.

"I can't get hold of it Rob," she rasped. She was surprised. After enduring Tony's monster cock she thought she'd never have a problem again. How wrong was she!

It wasn't that Rob was massive lengthwise. It was the girth of his cock which made him different. He was very ... very ... very thick. Debbie gulped in shock.

"Yeah, I know," he replied smugly, "every woman I've had has said the same thing. They just can't get hold of it with one hand."

His words bypassed her mind. It never crossed her mind that she was just one of many, that she was just another notch on the proverbial bedpost. She made a last feeble attempt with one hand before conceding defeat. Locking the fingers of her hands together around his girth she proceeded to jack him off. She could feel his huge shaft of meat pulsing in her hands as the blood flowed rapidly into the veins, swelling it, making it even bigger, engorging the mushroom shaped head into an obscene shape.

Debbie swallowed hard but she had to admit she was nervously excited. She wanted to be fucked. Jeez, she thought, I've become a cock crazed slut!

Rob managed to lean over her and after messing around with the seat levers pushed the car seat back as far as it would go and then lowered the back.

Debbie shuffled around, lifting her dress up over her hips and removed her thong. It was sodden. Pulling his cock out of her hands Rob clambered over the hand brake and gear shift and lowered himself to kneel between her thighs. 

Her legs automatically opened wide for him as she propped one leg on the dashboard and the other over the centre console.

He wasted no time as he brought his massive cock up to her sopping wet slit, stroking it over and over her throbbing lips.

He pushed forward easing the large bulbous head of his cock into her opening.

"Ooohhh ... my god ... fuuuck ..." she groaned as he struggled to get his head inside her. The thought flashed across her mind that he must surely split her wide open. And it also hurt like hell.

"Fuuuck ... noooo ... Rob ... you're too ... you're too ... ooohhh ..." she squealed as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. To Rob it felt as if she had a death grip to him.

He pushed forward again. He just breached her pussy lips. God she was tight. He withdrew slightly before easing his hips forward again. It was a little easier. He pushed again, harder this time. 

And he was in.

Debbie felt the resistance from her pussy lips finally give as the large head vanished slowly inside her.

And then he drew back slightly before pushing forward once more.

"Ohhh ... fucking hell ... Rob ... no ..." she squealed again.

"Oooonnggghhhh ..." she groaned as Rob pushed more of his cock inside. Her pussy clamped down onto his shaft as he drew back, unwilling to let it go. She was surprised. She wanted the thing out of her even if her pussy didn't.

Rob thrust his hips slowly forward repeatedly before finally achieving full penetration.

He paused to let her adapt to his colossal invasion. "Fuck me Debbie, you're tight," he muttered.

"You've got to be kidding me," she retorted breathily, "it's not me, it's you, you're too big."

Rob pushed back in.

"Oh my god ... fuck ... oh fuuuck ..." she grunted as she moved her hips in an effort to become more comfortable in accommodating his large cock.

He began to move. Slowly at first and then with a bit more urgency. He undulated his hips, the ripple effect playing havoc with her clit. Every second or third time he would brush against it. It was starting to drive her wild. She no longer thought about his size as causing her too much pain and grief. Rather it was giving her the most extreme pleasure imaginable. 

Ohh the shame ... but Debbie was now loving it and she didn't want it to stop!

Now Rob was fucking her even harder. Each thrust was deeper than the last and each thrust elicited a grunt of pleasure from her.

He leaned forward and he kissed her. She kissed him back, their tongues entwining in a frenzy of passion. His hands encircled her large breasts through her dress and as he squeezed them again and again it only drove her wilder. She was moaning constantly now. She moved her legs managing to cross them over his back pulling him in closer, pulling him in deeper.

Breaking the kiss, Rob raised himself and grabbed her legs from round his back. He pushed them out as wide as the interior of the car would allow and ran his hands repeatedly along her silky smooth stockings as he continued to thrust home. 

Debbie was getting so close and she sensed Rob wasn't far behind as he started banging into her in a frenzy of lust. 

She came to her orgasm screaming. She had never experienced anything like it. Her body was racked with the most intense feelings as it shuddered and shook. And then it was gone, to be replaced with a warm afterglow which grew hotter and hotter before it too subsided.

At the same time Debbie climaxed, Rob also came. Even during her spell of ecstasy she felt him stiffen and then explode inside her, feeling him pumping his seed into her pussy. She could feel his cock pulse over and over as he unloaded a enormous amount of his white sticky gunge inside her.

As his erection subsided Rob lay on top of her. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. They clung to each other like survivors from a shipwreck, holding on for dear life, basking in the afterglow.

"Oooffffsssshhh," Debbie exhaled as she squeezed her thighs together trying to alleviate the intense feeling emanating from her pussy. It was tingling like mad.

She glanced up to look into Rob's eyes and smiled weakly. He leant down and kissed her. She quickly broke away. Unlike before there was no feeling and no desire now and as the passion subsided an uneasy awkward silence descended between them.

Rob cleared his throat as he disengaged from her body, his cock coming free from her pussy with a distinct squelching sound. He clambered back into his side of the car.

Debbie adjusted her clothing, and put her thong back on. She could feel Rob's cum trickling out of her pussy and down between her thighs, the thong too flimsy, too sodden to stem the flow. She felt completely sober now, the alcohol fuelled lust of before now replaced with an empty feeling of disgust with herself. 

As Rob settled himself into the driver's seat of the car he glanced over at Debbie. She could barely look at him and was staring straight ahead, seemingly not even blinking. She thought she was about to burst into tears as she felt tears well up in her eyes and she was pretty sure at that moment it was because she knew she had given herself too easily, too willingly to Rob.

Starting the engine Rob put the car in gear, let off the handbrake and eased the car out of the car park.

"I'll take you home then," he said.

"Okay," she replied quietly.

Those were the only words that passed between them on the way to her home.

Rob pulled to a stop outside her house and without a word she got out of the car and walked down her driveway. 

After unlocking the front door she entered the house without so much as a glance back and closed it behind her. She paused briefly, leaning against the door and cocking her head to one side. She could hear the car engine ticking over. Rob hadn't left yet. She entered the front living room and pulled the curtain slightly to one side. Just enough for her to peer outside. 

She could clearly see Rob sitting in there, looking over at the house as if undecided about something. As she watched she heard the noise from the car engine stop as he switched off the ignition.

He seemed to pause as if trying to make up his mind about something. She then saw the car door open and watched as he climbed out. The car door closed quietly and he began to walk towards the front door.

Debbie wasn't sure what was happening but she was suddenly aware of her heart beginning to thud painfully inside her chest. Her breathing was unsteady and the butterflies were having a field day inside her stomach.

The door bell rang. She jumped. It seemed so much louder than usual. She walked towards the door and opened it. They looked at each other, neither of them willing to speak first.

Rob broke the silence first.

"I couldn't leave like that," he said. "You seem mad with me for some reason and I don't know why."

Debbie looked at Rob with her mouth wide open. And then it all poured out.

"You're kidding right? You don't know why! I've just let you fuck me. For god's sake I'm a married woman with two kids. What the hell am I doing!"

She wanted to continue but Rob held up his hand to stop her.

"Before you say anything more I just want to tell you this. I had every intention of fucking you tonight. That has been my aim since I first clapped eyes on you. I would also like to say I have never had sex like it in my entire life. I know this will sound crude but you are the best fuck I've ever had and I want to carry on seeing you whenever I'm in town."

The words flowed easily from his mouth. He'd used them so many times before. He paused for breath. 

Debbie was in no fit state to either comprehend or indeed make a decision about his statement or proposal. Her head was spinning as the alcohol returned with a vengeance. She was emotionally spent and also too shagged out from the hammering he'd given her with his magnificent cock.

"Rob, you need to go. I can't talk to you tonight. I need to get to bed. Next time you're in town you can take me to lunch and we'll discuss what has gone one and where this leads us, okay?" She moved unsteadily to close the door.

He leaned forward and kissed her. She tried to break away from his lips but his hands came up and held her body to his.

"No ... get off Rob," she managed to separate her lips from his and pushed him away.

It was a brief respite as they re-engaged with hers. This time he kissed her with more desire and force. He pushed his way inside her home, slamming the door shut behind him.