3 comments/ 119789 views/ 19 favorites Billie's Journey Ch. 02 By: chunkyd1 Billie Jenkins knocked on the door, not really knowing what to expect. The owners of the house, Paul and Janine Hudson, were out of town and wanted her to check on their son, who was going to be going on his way to college. He was a tall, handsome young man -- more handsome and taller than she remembered, Billie thought to herself as she looked up at him when he answered the door. Before she could even open her mouth he opened the door and was waving her in. She did not even notice that all he was dressed in was a long, bulky robe until she was all the way in. "So, what can I do for you, Mrs. Jenkins?" he asked, leading her into the kitchen. He poured her a large glass of tea from a pitcher and handed it to her. "Um, nothing, I was just coming to check on you -- your parents called me," she said, and trailed off, taking a long sip of the tea. She gasped and pressed a hand to her dress -- the drink was strong with alcohol! However, she didn't want to insult him, so she drank it as he talked to her, and then blinked when he refilled it. She had noticed his eyes going more and more to her dress front. It was, of course, a rather shapeless dress that buttoned up the front, but she was becoming all too aware of the fact that her breasts were still quite prominent. She found herself sipping more of the delicious tea, and realized that her head was spinning slightly. "You know, I've always had a crush on you," Chris said, standing up and walking around the table. Billie was sitting on a tall stool at the counter, and watched him out of wide eyes. "I always promised myself I would kiss you if I had the chance, Mrs. Jenkins -- you don't mind, do you?" he asked, bending down towards her. "I . . . I . . that just wouldn't bemmmmm, mfhhhh, hnnnnn," Billie tied to protest as the boy pressed his lips to hers; his left hand gripped her hair at the back of her head, holding her still, and when she tried to protest harder, he simply slipped his tongue into her hot wet mouth. Billie panted softly into the boy's mouth as he moved his tongue, licking her teeth and then the roof of her mouth, pushing against her little tongue with his thick one. Billie unconsciously allowed her jaws to slip a bit further apart as the young man kept frenching her, and she tried to stop panting into his mouth. Her own tongue began pushing back at his, but then she was shaking her head and pulling her mouth away from his hungry lips. She would not be used by her neighbor as some type of plaything! she said to herself, and blushed when she thought of what had happened at the adult book store protest. "Ohn, no, Chris, you shouldn't do that," Billie gasped as his mouth slipped to her neck. His lips and tongue drew lines of fire on her silky smooth skin, and Billie leaned her head slightly, giving the boys hungry mouth more room on her throat. "Chris, please, I just came over here to check on you, to make sure you were OK, ohhhnnnn, please don't stick your tongue in my ear, ohn, Chris, please, what are you doing?" she gasped, turning her head towards him to get his hot tongue out of her ear -- at the same time she felt his fingers against her left nipple. She tried to stop her body from shaking, tried to sit still. "I've always wondered just how big your titties were, Mrs. Jenkins -- if I can't kiss you, won't you let me see?" he asked and then his naughty fingers slipped the top button of the dress open. "No, of course not, Chris -- maybe if I let you kiss me one more time, you would be happy and then I could go," she said, and succeeded in pushing his hand away from the next button. His long, agile fingers somehow found their way once again to her stiffening nipple, and he began rubbing it softly. Billie swallowed, and waited for him to say something. She decided to ignore the fact that he was beginning to pull and twist a bit harder on her sensitive nub, and tried to ignore the pulsing of her breasts, and the way it was leaking down into the rest of her body. She remembered again the way the two men had forced her come over and over. "I guess that would be OK as long as you let me at least feel how big your tits are," he said, and before she could object or say no, he had bent and once again sealed his lips with her soft, plump pouting ones. Billie tried to control her breathing. She obediently opened her mouth at the feel of his tongue, and they were soon frenching softly, her breath hot and panting into his mouth. His hand became bolder and bolder on her heaving breast -- the dress was shapeless, but it was also thin and she had on another of the sexy bras that she usually wore, so he could feel the large, soft globe perfectly. He cupped her breast and lifted it, then began kneading it strongly. Billie moaned and gasped into young Chris' mouth, halfheartedly trying to pull away from his kiss, but his left hand was back at the back of her head, clutching her thick hair in his hand as he continued to spear her panting mouth with his tongue. His right hand switched to her other breast and he began squeezing and rolling that one about on her fine boned chest even harder. "Ohnnn, nooo, Chris, I didn't say you could squeeze them that hard," she gasped, and he assured her that he wouldn't, then kissed her again. Billie felt his hands leave her big, throbbing breasts alone for a minute, and then they were back, now just pinching and twisting her nipples again. Billie once again pulled her mouth away from his -- she realized he had turned her so that her back was on the counter, and that he had somehow insinuated himself between her long thighs; her skirt was now pulled up above her knees, and she blinked down at his hands as they went to the buttons of her dress. "I just wanna see these big fuckin' titties, Mrs. Jenkins," he said softly. He had somehow unbuttoned several of the small fixtures already, and Billie blinked down at his hands as he quickly, smoothly slipped the other buttons loose. Her pretty bra was already visible and large amount of her creamy mounds. "I really don't think you should that, Chris," she said, trying halfheartedly to stop him, but before she really realized what was happening he had unfastened her dress all the way down to her waist. He spread the halves apart, and shoved the dress back off of her slim shoulders. "I just wanna see these breasts, Mrs. Jenkins" he said, staring at her gorgeous knockers, contained in the tight little bra. With one hand, he reached up and casually slipped his fingers into the bra cup, pulled her heavy breast out by the nipple. His other hand she felt on her knee, lifting her skirt slowly. "Umm, young man, what do you think your doing?" Billie asked as Chris began tugging and twisting at her stiff nipple. At the same time, his other hand was pushing her skirt higher, and higher, and then his hand was ripping her panties away with a sudden tug. "Ohn, god, Chris, I . .. . . I really think that's far enough now, why don't you just play with my big breasts for just a moment, and then I can get home," she gasped. "OK," he said, and immediately raised his hands to her full, swollen breasts. He cupped them in his big hands and began lifting and rubbing the silky soft globes. They shuddered and shook with his ministrations, and every time he thrummed his fingers across her stiff, large nipples she sighed and leaned back a bit further against the high counter top, her arms spread out to either side to steady her. She was afraid she would fall off the stool otherwise. She looked down, and saw that his robe had fallen open and that he had a stiff, angry cock, at least ten inches long. "Ohn, god, Chris, what do you think your going to do?" she sighed. "Don't worry, I'm just feeling your big fucking tits up, Mrs. Jenkins," he said, but at the same time he leaned forward, and his bulbous knob bumped directly into her wet, pouting cuntlips. "Uhn, uhn, yessss, squeeze them as hard as you want to Chris, but please, ohn, I can feel you going in, please don't -- I don't think it will fit." "Don't worry, Mrs. Jenkins," he said, "I just want to see something," he said -- he was now pinching and twisting her nipples, pulling her big, shapely breasts this way and that, then shaking them on her chest, but at the same time he was nudging gently with his hips, thrusting his cock against her wet labia. Billie sat there in torment, gripping the edge of the counter as Chris played with her tits and then she breathed in a long, desperate gasp as she finally felt her pussy lips fold around the boys fat, bulbous cock head. "Yeah, that feels great, Mrs. Jenkins," the boy said, and then began nudging harder. Soon he was stroking her softly, gently, three inches sliding in, then four and five, and Billie simply sat there, her long legs lolling open, her mouth hanging open, her back arched so he could get at her supersensitive breasts easier. He leaned forward and started tonguing her again as he finally slid his fat cock all the way into her tight, super slick snatch. "Uhnnnnnnnmmmm, uhhhhnn, uhhhh, uh, uh, uhhhnnnnn," Billie gasped and moaned as she finally got off, the orgasm coming fast and hard and taking her by surprise. She flopped on the seat, her body flexing up against his, her arms bracing her on the counter top. He let go of her bouncing titties and put her legs over his shoulders, then he began slamming his cock into her, their taut loins making staccato slapping sounds, her inflamed, sensitive clit right at the point of contact. Billie shuddered through two more seemingly continuous orgasms before he pulled out and sprayed her belly and shuddering tits with three thick spurts of creamy white semen. Billie Jenkins sobbed, covered herself with her ruined dress and fled the back door of the house. Chris went and took a nap -- what a fuckin kiss! He thought to himself as he drifted away. What a fuckin slut! Billie's Journey Ch. 03 A week after her visit to the neighbor's, Billie received a package in the mail. She knew who it was from as soon as she saw the return address, and did not open it for two days. Then, one night when her husband went to sleep early she could not stand it anymore, and ended up opening the box. Inside were three outfits; the first was a waitresses' uniform, with a tight vest, a loose, pleated mini skirt, a half cup push up bra with matching thong and garter belt and stockings. The second was a mini skirt, much tighter, another similar bra and a skin tight, thin t-shirt that said, 'porn actress in training' on it, and the third was, of course, another miniskirt and a tight, light blue strapless halter top -- the type of thing they had called a 'boob tube' back when she was younger. She shivered as she looked down at the sexy little things -- other than the bra and panties she enjoyed, she had never worn such things at all, not even for her husband. She slipped into a small grocery store that morning and got herself a bottle of the tasty liquor mix Chris had had, and she had finished several drinks by 11:00 when Daniel Morris rang on her doorbell. Billie Jenkins had forgotten about her husband's boss coming to pick up the work he had finished -- some type of reports-- he had had to leave unexpectedly late the previous afternoon and had not been able to take it to the office. There was another man with him, a bit taller and wider in the shoulders but just as good looking. Billie peeked at the men from behind the door, not really wanting the men to see what she was wearing. After a couple drinks she had opened the package again, and had begun trying on the outfits. She knew who they were from, but she told herself that she would just wear them for her husband. She had grabbed the long robe when she came downstairs, and now here was Mr. Morris, the owner of her husband's company, a man she thought was way too handsome and whom she didn't really trust. It seemed as though he was always staring through her clothes, and what she had on today was not very modest at all, unlike the clothes he was used to seeing her in. Thank God she had grabbed the robe, she thought to herself. There was no way she wanted her husband's boss to see what she was wearing. "Um, hello, Mr. Morris," Billie said, trying to keep her voice straight but not opening the door any wider. "Well, hello, Billie," Daniel Morris smiled into the woman's eyes. He noticed that she had on more makeup than usual, that her generous pouting lips were glistening with pink lipstick. He had always thought this woman was gorgeous, but had also always thought her completely unapproachable. But already she was making his inner animal take notice. "Won't you let us in while you get the files? This is Ed Kransky, he is a rather large client of ours." He smiled, and his eyes said, 'A lot depends on it'. He finally smiled when she nodded, and she held the door open for them, letting them into the house. He smiled down at her -- she had on rather fancy shoes, but also wore a long robe that went to below her knees. She had the robe tied at the waist, and one hand clutched the top of the robe closed. The thin fabric of the robe, and the fact that it was tied tightly at her waist, accentuated her large breasts. The two men exchanged a look. It was obvious that the woman had something on under the robe. She had on a short miniskirt, her thighs naked and smooth. The mini skirt was quite tight, and just came to mid thigh. She also had on a light blue tight knit halter top, with no straps -- the tight halter top was all that covered her massive, swaying breasts as she offered them drinks -- that and the robe, but she noticed the men staring at her prominent bosom nonetheless. "Yes, that would be great, Billie," Mr. Morris said about the drinks. "That's a nice robe you have on," he said, watching her swaying ass as she led them to a bar in the den. He noticed that as well as the drinks she poured them she poured herself a stiff long island iced tea. "Well, thank you Mr. Morris -- I got it for Christmas," she finished lamely, trying to think of some reason she would be wearing a robe in the middle of the day. The men were clearly staring at her massive jugs, and she realized her thick nipples were clearly visible even through the fabric of the robe and the halter top beneath it. Well, it was rather sheer, she thought, and hoped that men had not noticed her stiffening sensitive buds. Billie fixed them a drink, and poured herself another and took a long sip out of it. Mr. Morris was telling her about Mr. Kransky's boat, and how she would have to see it. She nodded, and poured herself another of the long island iced teas, then noticed the men staring at her chest. She looked down, and was shocked to see that the robe had falled open a bit, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and th bare edge of the little halter top that was squeezing her large, firm breasts into such great prominence. "Do you have a dress on under that robe, Mrs. Jenkins?" Kransky smiled down at her, his brown eyes suddenly staring straight into hers. "Um, well, I was just trying on some Halloween outfits," she said quickly, trying to think of something. She readjusted her robe, and then took another drink as she looked around the room, trying to ignore the fact that the men were staring holes in her. "Do you not like that one?" Morris asked, guiding her out from behind the counter so she stood in front of the two men. Billie stood there miserably while the men asked her questions about the outfit, and she shook her head and sipped her drink, then shot a look of thanks at Kransky when he refilled it from the pitcher on the bar. She finally shook her head -- "I, I just thought this one might be a little inappropriate, you see, so I'm not sure about it." She was aware that her robe had slipped open a bit further again, and knew she should actually hold the robe together. Her cleavage was slightly on display, but she told herself she did not want to seem like a prude. "Well, we can give you our opinion on it, how's that sound?" Kransky said. "Umm, I really don't think that would be a great idea," Billie stammered, and saw the quick look of anger in Kransky's eyes, and the quick smile on Morris' face; "I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind. Fred's always been a team player, and after all, how bad can it be?" "Don't worry, dear," Kransky smiled at her like a kindly uncle, the flash of anger just that -- now his brown eyes were quite nice. "It's no big deal," he said, and he casually reached out and began tugging at the sash which held the robe closed. "Well, I'm still not sure," Billie said, biting her lower lip. She stared down at Kransky's hand gently tugging the sash, and a soft shiver raced through the young wife. She heard Kransky saying he weas sure, if the deal went through, they could wrangle an extra weeks vacation for 'good ole fred', but her head was buzzing, and in the end all she did was stand there until Kransky's gentle tugging finally resulted in the knot coming loose. Morris took her drink and refilled it while Kransky helped her peal the robe from her fine shoulders. Billie knew she should not have let Kransky take her robe off, and a stronger shiver thrummed through her now pulsing body as the big bald man through her robe over the bar. She did not know what to do with her hands, and she stood there blushing furoiously as the men surveyed her. She smiled her thanks when Morris handed her back a full glass. Her head was spinning slightly, and her gut was twisting in a horrible fashion. She had on a short miniskirt, her thighs naked and smooth. The mini skirt was quite tight, and just came to mid thigh. She also had on a light blue tight knit halter top, with no straps. It clung tightly to her gently rounded tummy, and was cut so that it hugged every curve of her belly and big breasts. It lifted the heavy globes slightly, pushing them up and in, but did very little to conceal them. Her big strawberry sized nipples were very stiff, and easily visible. Billie's throat felt tight, and he mouth was dry. She could feel her pulse in her pussy and her big tits, and it was making her head light and her breath short and sharp. "Well, that is quite a dress, isn't it, Morris?" Kransky finally said, staring now at her long legs, revealed perfectly by the short tight skirt. "You've got great legs, Mrs. Jenkins -- I'd hire you for my own secretary just for those." "Um, well, I . . . thanks for the compliment, I guess," Billie said, not sure how to respond, or how long she was supposed to stand here on display, and all the time her belly writhed harder and harder. The men commented on her legs, and had her turn around, also complimenting her on the way the miniskirt showed off her 'slammin ass', as Kransky put it, and then said that her breasts looked marvelous in the little top. "So, what are you supposed to be, a whore? A little cock hungry whore?" Morris asked at one point. Billie blushed deeply, and said, in what she hoped was a joking manner, that he shouldn't be talking to her like that. "Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Jenkins, it's all just fun and games," Kransky said, staring directly at her heaving tits as they swayed and wobbled beneath the tight halter top. "We're just getting to know one another, and I must say I am glad we dropped by -- it's improving my whole outlook on this deal." And they continued to compliment her on the dress, every once in a while saying something vulgar, like the top made her tits look like they were made to be played with. Finally, she could not stand it anymore -- she told Daniel Morris where the files were, and while he was gone Ed swigged another drink. "I wish my wife would dress up like that," he said, and reached out casually and pressed the side of his cold glass against the tip of her breast through the thin halter top. He rubbed it strongly against her stiff nipple, but pulled the glass away voluntarily before she could manage to try to push him away. There was a long silence in the room -- Billie nervously put on another layer of the shiny pink lipstick - and then Mr. Morris was walking back in. He laid the files on the bar, and Billie fixed them all another drink, and then went and sat on the couch, trying to keep her hands from trembling as she nursed on the drink. The men came and sat down on either side of her, and Billie smiled at them, feeling shaky and odd. She wished she hadn't drunk so much. She really wished she had not tried this dress on, or that she had gone to change it when she had the chance. "So, what were you two talking about?" Morris said, finishing up his drink and laying it on the table. "We were talking about her dress some more," Kransky said, still sipping his. He was staring her in the eyes, and then boldly slid his eyes down past her big breasts to her long thighs, exposed by the short skirt. "Well, it is very nice," Morris said, also lazily surveying her body. Billie bit her lower lip and shifted on the couch as the men stared at her with their hard eyes, paying special attention to her long legs, exposed beautifully by the short skirt or her big, cantaloupe sized breasts smashed by the tight blue halter top. "I was telling her my wife never dresses like a little slut or a whore," Kransky said, "Even for Halloween." He reached up casually and began drawing a finger along her bare arm. "Just seeing you, dear, makes me want to do more business with this company." "Um, well, anything I can do to help, I know it's very important to my husband," she said, trying to remind them that she was married. Kransky's fingers on her bare arm was making her shiver, and making her body a bit flushed. Surely they could not think anything was going to happen, Billie thought to herself. She didn't mind if they stared a little, but nothing else! "So, does wearing that dress make you feel like a slut, Billie?" Morris asked from the other side of her. "Does it make you want to be treated like that? Like a little cock hungry whore?" "Ohn, Mr. Morris, I really don't think you should talk to me that way," Billie said, and tried to ignore the fact that he had just called her a whore and slut -- it reminded her of the little porn store where this had all started, and the words themselves made her head spin, made her belly hot and trembly. To change the subject looked back at Kransky. "We really are willing to um, to, you know, to go all the way to prove that we want this contract," she finished lamely, blushing deeply when she realized what she had just said sounded like. "Well, I would like to feel how soft your legs are," Kransky said, smiling down at her. He took his hand away from her arm, and slowly reached down, slipping his hand onto her thigh just above her knee. "Umm, I don't think that's what I meant, Mr. Kransky," she muttered softly as he slid his hand a bit further to the inside of her thigh just above her knee. She shifted uncomfortably, and his hand slipped upwards just a bit. "I, umm, I really don't think you should be touching me like that," she tried again. Her hands were clasped in her lap and she stared down at his hand as he began rubbing her silky skin softly. "Oh, it's all just a bit of fun, Billie, I'm sure Fred wouldn't mind," Morris said from the other side of her, and then his hand was also coming down on her thigh just above the knee. The two men talked about how smooth her skin was as Billie sat there mortified. She shifted again as the men's hands made her start to sweat just a bit, and she was too aware of how large her breasts looked in the tight halter top. Then she realized what Kransky had just said, "Just how big are your breasts, my dear?" "Um, they -- they're DD's," Billie said, squirming about on the couch. The men's hands continued to climb higher up her shapely legs, and they were both squeezing and rubbing her muscular thighs with a bit moiré force now, and going a bit higher up her thighs with every rub. "I'll bet they're very sensitive," Kransky said, "Look at how hard your nipples are already, you can see them right through that little shirt you have on." "I'll bet she wouldn't mind if you felt one up, would you, Billie? One for the company, so to speak," he laughed, and squeezed her thigh harder. Billy squirmed, but just tried to smile at the men. "Would that be OK, Billie? Do you think your husband would mind if I just gave it a quick pinch?" Kransky said. He lifted his hand off of her thigh, and Billie watched out of slitted eyes as he raised it slowly. "I'm not sure if that would be a good idea, but, umm, but I guess if Mr. Morris thinks it would be OK with my husband, then, umm, I guess it would be OK," she finished lamely, and watched with an apprehensive look on her face as Kransky's strong, thick fingers began rubbing her stiff nipple through the thin halter top. "So, you never answered my question, Billie," Morris said, his hand now rubbing her thigh from her knee almost all the way up her thigh to her short skirt. "Does that dress make you feel like a slut? Like you'd do just about anything for a stiff fuckin cock?" "Uhn, ohnnn, no, Mr. Morris, please, don't talk to me that way," she said,, and tried to ignore the fact that Kransky was twisting on her stiff, thick nipple with more force, enough to make her breath catch in her throat. She felt his fingers encircling her large, round breast, felt Morris' hand slipping up higher, higher up her thigh till his thumb brushed the edge of the short miniskirt. Billie twisted and writhed gently on the couch -- she found she could not even protest that Kransky was now openly mauling her breast, and he casually slipped his hand to her other mound. "These feel tremendous, Mrs. Jenkins," he said. "Whets the matter? You seem like you can't catch your breath?" "Maybe it's the halter top, Ed -- it does look awfully tight," Morris said, and pushed the girls skirt up just a bit higher. She shifted on the couch, and seemingly by accident her thighs parted a bit further. Morris smiled like a wolf, and his hand slipped further down between her thighs. "Why don't you pull it down for her?" "No, no, I don't think you should do that," Billie gasped -- "Please, um, maybe I could . . ." "Tell you what dear, just rub our cocks for a minute or two, and then we'll go -- it'll just be a bit of fun, the company will get the contract, your husband will get a fat bonus, and everyone will be happy -- don't you think your husband would like that?" Billie tried to concentrate harder on what the man was saying, but his hand was still rubbing and squeezing her swollen mound, making soft lightning bolts pulse through her chest when he squeezed her nipple. She squirmed on the couch, and gasped, "And I won't have to take my shirt down?" "No, not at all," Kransky said, switching his hand once again to her right breast. He immediately began kneading it with even more force, but the gorgeous, exotic looking brunette just sighed and panted softly. He then began pulling her nipple out from the globe hard, making her have to lean back to keep her balance. Morris' fingers again were easing the hem of her skirt higher and higher, his hand growing as bold on her silky thigh as Kransky's was on her pulsing, swollen titties. "Why don't you start rubbing our cocks for us, Billie? You won't have to show your tits, but you know you dressed up like a slut to be used, didn't you? Didn't your husband tell you we were coming by today?" he said, and cupped her entire breast in his hand again, started squeezing the giant, softly firm globe in big handfuls. "I . . . I forgot," Billie said in a daze, and reached out with trembling hands till she was slipping her small hands onto the huge lumps in the men's trousers. My god, she thought, did all men have big cocks except her husband? She tried not to think at all as she began rubbing the big shafts through the trousers. Kransky's hand began squeezing harder, and Billie tried to keep her breathing even, tried not to let her eyes roll up into the backs of her head as he mauled her sensitive, super soft breast. She felt Morris' hand easing her short skirt up a bit higher, and once again as she shifted and squirmed on the couch her legs spread a bit further apart. "That's a good girl," Morris smiled down at her. Billie smiled weakly, trying to tell herself she was going to regain control of this situation somehow. Then she felt Kransky's hand against hers as she rubbed his cock through his pants -- a moment later he had opened his trousers and his cock sprang out. "Ohnn, oh my, you didn't . . . ohn, unhhh, uhn, ohnnn, noo, you didn't say I would have to feel it naked!" Billie gasped, but her small sweaty hand had already encircled Kransky's fat, angry red cock and she started sliding her fist up and down his nine inch shaft. Morris slipped his hand a bit higher, so that his fingers were actually pushing beneath her skirt, and Billie said softly, "Mr. Morris, I wish you wouldn't do that," she said, and then gasped and could not stop moaning softly when a second later he had released his cock also. Billie sat there miserably as the men mauled her lush body, her hands almost of their own volition jacking the stiff shafts. Morris smiled at her; "Your rather good at taking orders, aren't you, Billie? I think I will have a job for you." He said, and smoothly lifted her leg up, and laid it so that it was laying over his. This caused her skirt to ride up almost to her crotch. He slipped his hand back to the inside of her thigh, and slipped it smoothly upwards. Billie blinked and breathed a huge sigh when Kransky finally hooked her top with two fingers and pulled it down, causing her big, naked breasts to pop out of the tight little garment. It stayed around her belly, and her breasts bounced like water balloons, and then continued to sway because of the motion of her hands. Billie's Journey Ch. 03 Morris leaned in and began sucking and licking at her throat, and his hand slipped easily up her thigh till he was rubbing her panties with his skilled, thick fingers. "Uhhhnnnnn, nooo, Mr. Morris, I . . . ohn, goooodddd, please, don't push it like that!" Billie gasped, and tried to ignore the fact that Kransky was now sucking as much of her pliant tit globe into his mouth as he could, at the same time flicking her bursting nipple with his strong tongue. Morris kissed her, began running his tongue into the panting wife's mouth. Billie moaned in futile protest as Morris ran his hand under her panties and began slipping two of his fingers into her tight little snatch, and Billie tried to stop her body from churning upwards against his hand. His thumb began mashing her clit, and Billie moaned again, and tore her mouth away from Morris' hand as she got off with an intensity that had her uttering a short, sharp scream, "Ohn, noo, please, I don't want to come, I don't want to cum!" she cried out, but her writhing body betrayed her -- both of the men were now sucking on a breast apiece, and Billie's lithe, lush body bucked and writhed against them as she got off. She came out of it in a daze, her halter top around her belly, her panties pulled down, and on her hands and knees on the couch. Kransky was sitting on the couch end, and he guided her gasping lips to his fat, bulbous cock knob. Billie moaned, but could not seem to shut her gasping mouth in time. Her plump lips formed to his cock head, and he pulled forward, sliding the fat head in between her pouting lips and even white teeth. Billie shook her head no, and felt Morris behind her, adjusting her legs. Then she felt his fat knob against her mushy, wet cunt lips, and moaned softly as he pushed her forward; she took six inches of Kransky cock in her hot wet mouth, and gasped and shuddered as she felt Morris thrusting gently, fucking two, then three, then four and five inches into her tight wet pussy. Billie wanted to tell him to stop, but Kransky was guiding her now slurping mouth up and down his pole. Out of instinct, Billie reached up and started jacking his thick cock as she swallowed his meat again and again. She bounced back and forth between the two men, her ass rippling, making those same strange gagging, moaning noises she had heard the porn actress making, rippling at one point into a long chain of orgasms. She swallowed Kranksy's thick cum automatically, jacking the fat shaft of his cock with hand as she slurped and sucked, getting every last bit out. Then Morris laid her on her back, put her long legs over his shoulders and fucked her solidly for at east ten minutes. Billie panted and writhed, and did not object when he pulled out and tittie fucked her for a moment till he came all over her pretty, gasping face. Kransky handed her a washcloth, and sat down on the couch. She walked over, turned her back and sat down on his cock, moaning loudly as it slid once again into her pussy, and a few minutes later Morris was back at her mouth. The men laughed, calling her a little whore as they fucked her in every possible position, finally both of them standing over her and cumming all over her big, firm tits. They were gone five minutes later, leaving Billie with a hollow feeling -- but more than that, the feeling that she had deserved at least one more orgasm. Billie's Journey Ch. 04 Billie was going to the Harper City Junior College Video Club to congratulate the guys and look at the equipment which her church had helped them get. Her husband had been supposed to go with her, but he had been called away to work. He had offered to let her come to the office, but Billy had said, no, she would just go and congratulate the group and be on her way. She would rather deal with a group of nerds than with the sharks that worked with her husband. She arrived at the school - she was very careful about how she dressed now, she had on the shapeless bulky dress, but over that she wore a heavy, long coat, almost a trench coat. She went into the junior college, and was directed to a small outbuilding. There was a group of about six guys there, all in their nineteen's or early twenties, and they were working on a set that consisted of a lamp, a rug and a low, heavy couch. "Hello, guys," Billie said, waving at them. She could not help but feel happy at how excited they all looked. There were three professional grade cameras, and a bevy of lights shining on the set with the fake walls and couch. "Hello -- Mrs. Jenkins, am I right?" asked the leader, a slender young black man. He stood a few inches over six feet, and shook the beauties hand gently, giving her his name as he held her hand, Bruce Dunswald. He stared down at her for a moment, noticing that she did not try to pull her hand away, and then he led her around, and introduced her to his crew, Reg, a thickly built kinda short white guy, Pony, a handsome Latino that was built like a linebacker, and Troy and Ev, two brothers built like tanks. They were not twins, but could pass for it. "Well, I'm pleased to meet you all," Billie said, looking around her. All the guys were nice and talked to her about the equipment and set they were designing. "We were supposed to do some lighting tests, but our female actress never came," Bruce said, leading the woman underneath the lights. It was, of course, hotter, and within minutes of talking about how they were going to waste an evening, she was fiddling with the buttons on her coat. "How rude of me," Bruce said, and reached out to loosen her coat. "Reg, get her a drink, man," he said as he unfastened her thick coat. Billie stared down at his hands in a daze -- she could not believe he would be so bold as to do that, but then he was peeling the coat off of her arms. The dress she was wearing was frumpy, of course, but she realized immediately that as usually of late her breasts were drawing instant attention -- there was just no way to hide them. To distract the guys, Billie found herself saying, "Maybe I could help, and you, um, you know, sit in for her." "Hey, that would be great," Bruce said. Reg handed her the drink; the guys were now all busy doing chores associated with the shoot, and Billie breathed a sigh of relief. She took a long sip of the drink and gasped when she realized it was strong with rum. She glanced around, but none of the guys was paying her any attention. She took another long sip, wondering now how long this was going to take. Then Bruce was coming back over to her, handing her a box. "Here is the costume, Mrs. Jenkins, it should fit," he said, his eyes glancing at her breasts for the smallest moment. "The other girl is about your size." "Ohn, uhmm, I have to wear this?" "Well, yeah, we have to be able to judge the light so we can set the camera, and we can't do that unless you are dressed in the costume. Don't worry, it's not horrible." "Umm, OK," Billie said helplessly, and let him show her where the dressing room was. Billie came out a few minutes later, self conscious and blushing and trying to stop the trembling in her hands and belly. The skirt reached to her knees, and was frilly with a floral print on it, but the shirt, though it buttoned all the way up, had been designed for a smaller woman. It hugged her large breasts tautly, and the edge of her bra was clearly visible, as were her nipples. She was also wearing white stockings, which for some reason was making her blush -- thigh highs, no garters. The edge of the skirt was comfortably below the thick line at the top of the stockings, at least, and they gave her the illusion of being better dressed, but she was having trouble thinking clearly as she watched the guys watching her out of slitted eyes. She prayed that her nipples would not get hard -- they were not now, but were already visible through the white knit fabric. "Hey, you look great," Bruce said, and all the guys complimented her. "Go ahead and sit on the couch, Mrs. Jenkins." "Um, you, un, you can call me Billie," she said shyly, glancing at the center camera. She sat down on the couch, and Bruce had her shift here and there, and they adjusted the lighting some. "OK, guys, go ahead," Bruce said, and then added, "OK, Billie, now I'm going to get Reg and Ev to sit down next to you. Is that OK?" "Um, yes, I guess so, if that's what you need," Billie said, and the two guys came and sat next to her. They talked while Bruce fiddled with the camera, and everything seemed perfectly normal. The Bruce said, his tone conversational and casual, "Ev, why don't you put your hand on her knee? Yes, that's right, just push the skirt up just a bit -- don't worry, Mrs. Jenkins, we just need to get the light difference -- see how dark his hand looks against the white stocking?" "Um, yes, I . . . I just . . ." Billie stared down at his hand -- she could feel the heat of it, and immediately felt her pulse quicken. She breathed lightly on purpose, and tried to clear her head, tried to get the feel of the young man's big hand on her knee off of her mind, tried to ignore the way the heat from his hand was leaking up her leg to her belly. She shifted slightly, with the result that his hand slipped a bit higher, pushing her skirt up just a tiny bit. "There, that's beautiful," Bruce said. "Doesn't she look beautiful, guys?" "Shit yeah," Ev said, and there was a chorus of agreement. Billie sat there, licking her lower lip as the young men stared at her. She knew the 19 year olds hand was still resting just above her knee, and she wanted to distract them, so she said the first thing that came to her mind, "We're just so proud of you guys, I could almost kiss you all!" "Shit, OK," Reg said. "I'll take a kiss, Mrs. Jenkins," he said. Billie turned towards the younger man, and started to say, 'I didn't really mean it', but then the look in his eyes changed that thought, and she steeled herself to this -- she could not let this young man down! He leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers. Billie told herself that it was OK, that it was a harmless little kiss, but then she felt his tongue, light as a feather, licking her full lower lip, and her mouth drooped open in recently gained instinct. She sat very still as the guy's tongue began gently exploring her mouth -- she found she could not lift her arms to push him away, and she told herself it was because she did not want to hurt his feelings. So his tongue pushed further into her mouth, flicking her teeth, licking the roof of her mouth, coiling around her own tongue. Her breath turned into pants, and she barely felt his hand also slip onto her delicious lower thigh, just above her knee. Ev was now rubbing his hand gently up and down her silk clad leg, traveling just a few inches up and then back to her knee. She managed to turn her head, finally, escaping Reg's hungry mouth, and found Ev bending down. Then his thick lips were against hers, and she shrugged and opened her mouth to his thick, minty tasting tongue as well. She could hardly say no to him when she had just allowed his friend full access to her sweet, warm and juicy mouth. She tilted her head slightly, and her mouth slipped open a bit further as his thick tongue explored her. She felt his big hand squeezing her thigh a bit harder, and then he was drawing back. Billie sat breathing heavily, and when Reg turned her head and sealed his lips to hers she once again allowed him full access to her wet, panting, hot mouth. Something in her screamed at her to get control of herself, that she had to leave immediately or it would be to late, but instead she tilted her head, and obediently opened her mouth wider to Reg's hungry tongue. "Um, I don't really think you guys should be -- um, should be tongue kissing me like that, I'm not sure that that's what I meant," she said, after another long moment of allowing Reg to French her deeply. "Yeah, but you have to do it for all of us now," Ev said, his hand still squeezing and rubbing her lower thigh. "And you kissed Reg twice; you have to kiss me again!" "Uhm, I . . . I'm just not -- um, not sure -- are you still filming?" "Yeah, we sure are," Bruce smiled at her -- "So you see, its insurance -- just some harmless kisses!" "Umm, well, I - " "Of course, if you're ashamed of what we have done so far maybe we should just send it to your husband," Pony said from the side, smiling at her widely, his dark eyes and wide smile making her shiver, making her nipples stiffen. "No, no, that's all right -- after all, I did say I would, didn't I?" she said softly, watching as Reg got up and another of the guys, Pony, sat down. The implication was obvious -- blackmail, and it was what had gotten her into this situation in the first place. Pony's hand immediately went to her lithe thigh, but Bruce said in a commanding voice, "Put your hand on her belly, Pony -- she won't mind, do you Mrs. Jenkins?" For some reason she didn't want to offend anyone, so she shook her head and said softly, "I guess not." Pony smiled, his handsome face making more shivers run through her, and laid his big, hot tanned hand flat on her taut, writhing belly. He began moving his hand in small circles, and then he bent for his first kiss. Billie let her eyes slip shut, and once again she found herself allowing a young man she didn't really know to French her. He did not have the greatest breath, and his tongue was thick, but Billie just shrugged; she found herself responding to her own shame, and was supremely aware of Pony's thumb now brushing the underside of her breast on an almost constant basis, pushing harder and harder against her pliable, soft tit flesh. She finally broke the kiss off, "Bruce, please," she said, looking to him for direction. "Don't worry, Mrs. Jenkins -- Pony, here, just slide your hand up, just like that, yes, and cup Mrs. Jenkins' breast. Now, Mrs. Jenkins, he won't squeeze it or anything, just like in Hollywood, you see?" "Go ahead and continue your first kiss, Pony," he said. Ev smiled at her, his hand still caressing and rubbing her thigh, and she realized he had eased her skirt up high enough so that the dark band at the top of her stocking was visible. She turned her head and met Pony's mouth again, let him start frenching her deeply again. Just the fact that his big hot hand was cradling her breast had reverberations going off in Billie's mind; she could feel the heat from his hand sinking into her pliant flesh as she sucked and dueled his tongue with her own, and her rock hard nipple was itching crazily. She was unable to catch her breath as he was the one who turned away. Ev smiled at her, his hand nudging her skirt up a bit more, but did not bend to kiss her. "I don't understand," she said when he did not kiss her. "I'm not ready for my last kiss yet," Ev said, squeezing her soft flesh. Billie felt a strong flash of lust as the young man smiled at her, and slid his hand another inch higher up her thigh. She heard Bruce saying in a loud voice, "OK, Pony, go ahead and unfasten some of the buttons on her sweater, and kiss her neck, yes, go ahead and stick your tongue in her ear; don't worry, Mrs. Jenkins, no one'll ever see this," Bruce smiled at her as she glared at him, but Pony's fingers had already undone her buttons down to her belly button; the sweater was gaping open, showing her frilly little bra and bursting breasts. There was a long moment of silence as the guys all stared at her breasts, boldly on display, and then Bruce was commanding Pony take his other kiss. His breath really wasn't that bad, Billie thought as the young man began frenching her again; she heard Bruce giving direction, but ignored that until she felt Pony's hand once again cupping her breast, this time just through the bra. She moaned into the young man's mouth and did not object when someone else peeled the sweater away from her. Pony was gently lifting and squeezing her firm mound this time, and Billie's body seemed lost in waves of pleasure as the young man tongued her and rubbed and squeezed her swollen, sensitive knockers. Even after the kiss was over, she sat there for at least a minute as Pony continued to lift and knead her heavy, swollen, sensitive breasts, switching casually from one to the other as he licked and sucked at the fine skin of her throat and then stuck his tongue into her shell like ear again. Billie simply stared down at his hand as he mauled her heaving, sensitive flesh, trying unsuccessfully to catch her breath, knowing she should push the young man's hand away. Finally, Pony stood up with one last squeeze of her plump nipple. Then Troy was sitting down beside her; his hand immediately went to her breast as well, but he said, "I wanna kiss something else!" "W . . . what are you talking about?" Billie gasped; his hand was already working strongly on her breast, squeezing and rubbing it, and he suddenly pulled down her right bra cup, causing that breast to bounce freely. "I wanna kiss her tittie!" Troy said, grasping her nipple and pulling it up and out from her globe. Billie grunted at the feel of the young man's rough hands, and for some reason still looked to Bruce for help. "I think we can allow that, can't we, Mrs. Jenkins? After all, we are filming all this, and we can always show it to the council or your husband to get their opinion. Right then, go ahead, Troy," and clapped his hands. Troy grinned at her, and bent and immediately, without subtlety, sucked her right nipple and as much of her heaving titflesh into his mouth as he could. He licked and bit at the soft flesh sliding out of his mouth, and then began licking her whole globe with his red hot tongue. Billie tried to keep from moaning to loud, and dimly felt Ev pulling her shapely thighs a bit further apart. She stared down at Troy as he sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth again, and chewed and licked at the sensitive bud, and a strong shiver of lust raced through her as she realized this was exactly the position she had been in when her husband's boss and that big shot client had seduced her and fucked her brains out. "Ohhnnnn, god, I really don't think this is a good idea," she protested softly, but did not object when Troy peeled her bra away, leaving both of her large, firm melons wobbling prettily on her fine boned chest. Then he was bending forward, sucking her other nipple into his hot, talented mouth. He scooped her right breast up in his hand, and began kneading it strongly. Billie felt someone behind the couch turning her head, and she closed her eyes as whoever it was began to kiss her, running his tongue strongly into her panting mouth. She felt Ev's fingers finally slip from the silky, sensitive skin of her upper thigh to the less silky fabric of her panties, heard the guys laughing about how they were already wet as Ev pulled the flimsy garments to one side, and then felt two fingers slicing into her throbbing, tight little pussy. Billie gasped and moaned into the sweet mouth of the young man kissing her, and could not help but roll her hips slightly so Ev could fuck his greedy fingers into her a bit deeper -- then his thumb started teasing her clit, and Billie was not sure when she started spasming in orgasm, or when the waves finally receded. She felt the young men repositioning her, so that she was leaning on the back of the couch on her elbows while her knees were on the seat. She looked behind her and saw Pony standing behind her, loosening his pants. Someone to her side was playing with her left breast, and then Troy was standing in front of her, already naked, his sneer making her shiver. "Why dontcha suck my cock, Mrs. Jenkins? You know, to show your appreciation for us!" "I - I don't think I want to do that," Billie tried to say in a strong voice; then she felt Pony's big hands on her hips - she also felt something against her pouting tight pussy lips, and moaned softly as Pony began rocking gently, nudging the fat head of his dick against her juicy little twat. She looked to her side, and saw one of the guys holding a camera, zooming in on her face, and she knew the other cameras would be watching, recording her every move. She began to tremble a bit more, her body pulsing and betraying her, her breath caught in her throat! Billie shut her eyes as Pony rocked against her a bit harder, and tried to breathe calmly as she felt her plump, pouting pussy lips slowly folding around what felt like Pony's rather large, bulbous cock head. "Oooooohnnnnn, no, Pony, I really don't think you shounnnffff, mmmm, mnnnn," Billie moaned as Troy began rubbing his leaking cock crown on her juicy plump lips. Her lipstick smeared off on his fat knob, and Billie's eyes crossed as she felt Pony's fat shaft start to push into her sopping, tight pussy, but she was determined to keep her mouth shut. Both of her big breasts were now being abused, and Pony was gradually working his fat shaft deeper and deeper into her juicy twat, his hands squeezing her hips, then her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing the bulbous moons of her buttocks hard enough to make her gasp. Troy kept nudging his leaking, bulbous cock crown against her plush lips, and now both of her swollen breasts were being squeezed and rubbed. Her lips were gradually being covered in Troy's precum. She felt Pony's finger, slick with some type of goo, rubbing the small button of her tight anus. Her jaws slipped open in surprise, and then a bit further when she felt Troy's cock knob brushing against her teeth. She blushed deeply as the young man slowly slid more of his massive boner into her pretty mouth; behind her, Pony was now sliding his tool in and out of her tight pussy, and pushing harder at her ass hole. With what seemed like an almost audible pop, the tip of his fat finger pushed finally through the tight ring of her anus. Billie swallowed and shut her eyes, and could not stop herself from beginning to slurp softly at Troy's leaking meat as he slid it in and out of her mouth, going a bit deeper each time till his soft love mallet was bumping into the back of her throat. Behind her, Pony was slowly fucking her, and had started moving his finger very slightly, not pushing it into her tight ass but simply rocking it back and forth slightly. Billie could not believe this - she braced herself on the couch as Pony began thrusting into her with more force, and realized that Troy was standing still as she was rocked between the guys. She got off again before she knew what was happening, and deepthroated the fat cock in her moth without thought. She felt Pony behind her, gripping her curvy hips with his strong hands as he rutted into her, for the moment leaving her asshole alone. He squeezed her hips harder - she heard him grunting as he slammed into her from behind, causing her full round ass to ripple with the impact, and then she felt him flexing against her harder as he got off, and she was dimly aware of Troy grabbing her hair harder, fucking himself into her poor, abused mouth. She sucked greedily as his cock shot off in her warm mouth, swallowing the thick warm sperm without a second's thought or hesitation! She moved slowly, standing up and looking at the guys as one of them slid an ottoman next to the couch; then Ev was guiding her down so that she was laying on the ottoman with her hips, and leaning on the couch on her left elbow, laying on her side. Billie's Journey Ch. 04 Ev picked her leg up, and then began cleaning her out with a warm washcloth. She felt someone behind her, once again squeezing her ass, and swallowed thickly, trying to think of something to say. "I umm, I really think I should leave now," she finally gasped, but Ev just smiled at her. "It's time for my next kiss, though, Mrs. Jenkins," he said, and then he was lowering his handsome face, pressing his mouth to her neatly trimmed, almost naked cunt. He nibbled at her plump, pouting lips as Billie stared down at him, and then his mouth moved upward till he was nibbling at her swollen little clit. "Uhnnnnnnn, ohhhh, ohn, oh my, oooooooooo, that's - I don't think you should be sucking on me like that, Ev," she sighed and gasped. She felt herself being shifted, and then there was once again something pushing at her still sore little asshole. She bit her lip and thanked herself for cleaning herself down there this morning. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Bruce behind her, but he was not crouching behind her - she realized he was holding her cheeks apart with his hands, and then realized suddenly that what was nudging her there was bigger than a finger - much bigger. Ev's mouth worked on her juicy pussy, his tongue and then his fingers pushing into her honey hole, working at her, lips and tongue on her labia, and then centering over her inflamed button "Ooohhnnn, please, Ev, he - he's trying to - ohnnnnn, god, yessss, please, I'm gonna get off if you're not careful! Argfhhhh, uhnnnnnn!" Reg was on the couch, grabbing her shuddering breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples, and then slapping his fat cock against her cheek and rubbing it over her gasping mouth. One hand gripped her hair, and he drew her hot, wet mouth up and down the side of his fat shaft. Billie shut her eyes, and licked and sucked at the smooth flesh. The goo covered knob of Bruce's bulbous cock head suddenly pushed past the tight ring of her anus, and Billie twisted her hips and gasped softly. At the exact same time, Ev's teeth barely grazed her throbbing clitoris, and she jerked and writhed between the two young men, gasping and shuddering into another medium sized orgasm. Billie tried to catch her breath; the pain was receding from her tight ass hole, and she began to feel strange, trembly, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt more stuffed than she ever had as Bruce gradually worked what felt like a fat, rock hard cock into her shuddering anus. Ev had quit eating her pussy, and was positioning himself, then was rubbing his cock crown into her pouting pussy lips. Billie opened her mouth to Reg's leaking cock as Ev started working his boner into her tight wet pussy. Billie found herself swiveling her hips, helping the two men drive their cocks into her defenseless, pulsing body, and as Reg guided her hungry, slurping mouth up and down his fat stiff rod Billie fully realized what was happening - three guys were fucking her at once, and she was, far from crying out for help, willingly flexing her body in concert with their efforts, actually trying to make it easier for them to abuse her silken, throbbing body. She had never felt so stuffed as Bruce finally began actually swiveling his hips, starting to drive his stiff rod in and out of her tight ass hole. In front of her, Ev was fucking her with long slow strokes, and Billie moaned and shuddered as she felt the two cocks sliding in and out of her at the same time; she could feel them pushing, one against the other through the thin tissue of her inner body, and she shut her eyes as Reg started shooting off in her hungry, wet, hot mouth. She was repositioned slightly, and then Ev and Bruce were working on her with a harder pace, Bruce now sliding his eight inch cock all the way into her tight juicy ass with each thrust. Soft slapping sounds filled the room, as well as the grunts and moans of the woman and the sharper sounds of satisfaction from the men. Billie lost all track of time after that; when the two were finished with her they led her to a shower, and while she was cleaning herself Troy came in. "I've gotta meet my mom for dinner," he explained with a sheepish smile as he rubbed her flushed, pulsing body - then he had her bend over at the waist. She braced herself with her hands on the wall of the shower stall as Troy also slowly worked his fat cock into her spasming ass hole. Billie grunted and gritted her teeth as the young man fucked her hard and fast, her titties bouncing and swaying from the force of his rutting thrusts until he finally roared and got off in her ass. She cleaned herself up, stepped out into the main room, and went and sat on Bruce's cock, which was once again hard. Ev stepped forward for another blow job, and Billie thought to herself that this was definitely her favorite position as she rippled into another chain of orgasms. She sucked at least two more cocks, and took another shower after one last long, slow fuck with reg laying her flat on the floor and pinning her legs back against her shoulders as he slipped his meat in and out of her. They came at the same time, and then she left hurriedly. She could see Bruce and Ev editing the film they had captured, and tried not to think about who they would show it to.