Billie Jenkins started a journey; it was going to be short, and full of doubt and discovery. She went to the wrong store to demonstrate, and so was the only one outside the The PM Book and News Store.
She held her sign, and saw a couple men come out and look at her, and was careful to stay on the sidewalk, as legal protesters were supposed to do. Several of the men made crude suggestions to her, and several of them could not help mentioning the fact that she looked like she had 'really big fun bags' for such a cold bitch. She stoically ignored them, and sipped her water, wondering when her relief was going to get there.
Finally, she decided to go in the store to use the bathroom.
She was a rather mousy looking woman, with her brown hair pulled back into a rather tight knot, and squared off glasses. She was wearing a bulky coat, and had on a loose sweater under it, and a conservative knee length skirt with flat soled black shoes. She wore little makeup, but she had smooth skin, and her lips were naturally plump and soft. Her eyes had just a hint of an almond shape to them from a Japanese great grandmother.
The clerk stared at her like he could not believe she would ask such a thing after she had been protesting all morning when one of the men who had been outside said, "You can use the bathroom in my office, Lady, it might be safer. I'm Charley Moro by the way."
"Umm, thank you, I'm Billie Jenkins," she said. She felt this was a modest outfit, but the man's eyes were nonetheless on her bosom. Despite the frumpy clothes, her large, well formed breasts, the size of coconuts, could be covered completely but not concealed. She found herself wishing she had worn the sports bra, which hugged her massive breasts, squashing them slightly, instead of the one she had worn.
"Right this way then, Mrs. Jenkins," Charlie said, and led her through to the back of the store. He ushered her into a surprisingly large office, and pointed to a door on the back wall. "Right through there, honey," he said, touching her hip lightly.
There was a large poster next to, and on the door, of a young blond woman on her knees, her breasts naked, with what looked like a huge cock rammed in her gasping mouth.
Billie could not stop staring at the poster, and then hurried into the bathroom. She pulled her skirt up, and did her business, blushing at the sexy panties she was wearing; they matched her bra, white frilly things that showed off her curvy hips to a tee. She liked to dress for her husband this way, who would be the only one to ever see these.
Not that he showed that much interest when he did see them; she usually ended up feeling fat though there was scarcely a spare ounce on her lush frame.
She stepped out to see another man in the office; he was also tall and built like a bull, with long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Hi there, Mrs. Jenkins, my partner was just telling me about you," he said, taking her hand in his. "My name is Johnny Talbot."
"Well, hello Mr. Talbot; I'm kind of embarrassed to be umm, you know, protesting against you," Billie trailed off. She was married to a deacon at her church; they had been married eight years, and she had just noticed what they were looking at on the computer screen.
It was a photo of her; all you could see was that she was looking at the poster that was on the door, a strange look on her face, her pretty mouth sagging open in a slight oval shape. "You're pretty sexy, you know, why don't you like our little shop? It might be liberating. You look like you've never seen a dick that big before."
"Umm, how did you get that picture?" she asked, her gut roiling. She could feel her legs trembling. They must have a camera somewhere in the room, she thought to herself. Video never occurred to her.
"Come on; answer my question -- why don't you like our little store? Here, look at this video, maybe it'll change your mind." Talbot said, and he pressed a small button. Suddenly, there was a vivid picture on the TV across the room. It showed a busty young blond with short hair, dressed in a tight halter top and a tiny skirt.
Even as she watched, a man came up and cupped the young woman's big, firm breasts.
"Oh, my god, I can't believe you want me to watch such filth! How could any woman actually do that?"
"It turns some women on," Johnny said, stepping a bit closer to the woman.
"Here, let me help you with your coat."
"I'm not going to watch this," Billie said, but she found herself loosening the coat, and stealing a glance at her picture, framed perfectly in front of the porn poster on the computer screen on Moro's desk. It was obvious that she was staring directly at the giant cock rammed into the girl's mouth, and when she looked back up at the moans coming from the TV the man had pulled the young woman's top up, and was now squeezing the blonds' big, firm tits.
Talbot smiled at her, his brown eyes gleaming, and Billie could not help but notice that his eyes went to the front of her sweater. They must have a camera somewhere in the room, Billie thought again, and a soft shiver raced through her as she felt Talbot peeling the coat off of her arms.
"Tell you what, Mrs. Jenkins, you watch this scene all the way through, and we will give you the picture."
"Wh . . . what?!?" Billie gasped as the man threw the coat on the end of the couch.
"And she's gotta unfasten a couple a buttons on that sweater, loosen up a little, or I might get mean and send this picture around."
"Wh . . what? No, you - You can't do that!" she said, and found herself staring at the man. He was now French kissing the woman, their lips soft, their tongues intermingling. His hands still worked at her big breasts, lifting and squeezing the heaving globes.
"I bet your tits are that big," Charlie Moro said softly, moving up beside her. "Do we have a deal, Mrs. Jenkins?" he asked, his mouth close enough to her ear to make her shiver.
She tried to speak, but in the end just ended up nodding. There was no way all the people she knew, and her husband, would understand. She would stand here, and watch this disgusting display of carnality, and then they would delete the picture and she could go. "And you'll delete all copies of the picture?" she asked, telling herself that she was a smart girl and could get out of this situation.
"Yes, of course we will." Talbot said, reaching out and rubbing her arm lightly. A shiver raced through the housewife, and she licked her lips nervously. Her belly was tumbling, and her body had a strange hollow feeling that was centering in her belly, her breasts and her woman hood, making her warm and, she realized with blushing shame, making her large strawberry sized nipples stiffen.
She swallowed, and gasped when she looked back at the screen. The man was licking and biting at the woman's breasts now. The woman on the screen had smaller nipples, but they were quite hard as the man licked and bit at them.
The woman had loosened the man's pants, though, and it was the size of the man's cock that had made her gasp. The thing looked huge compared to her husbands, the only one she had ever seen.
"Look, it looks likes she's enjoying having her big tits squeezed and sucked on," Mayo said, and then he reached up and unfastened the top button of Billie's bulky sweater.
She slapped at his hand, and asked him what he thought he was doing, but did not try to fasten the button back.
"Hey, you agreed to let us loosen a few buttons," Talbot said. "That guy has a pretty big dick doesn't he?" Talbot said, and watched with a smile as the young woman shook her head.
"No, I don't really think so," Mrs. Jenkins said. "I think its fake, no one has a real one that size," Billie said, once again watching the people French kiss on the screen. "What kind of woman would do that?" she wondered, and tried to ignore Mayo unfastening another button. Her upper chest was now visible, and Billie was mortified to see that her stiff nipples were now easily visible even through the thick sweater.
The two men noticed this as well. "It looks like its turnin' you on, Mrs. Jenkins, to be honest. Your fucking nipples look great!" and he slipped another button open, exposing the first hint of cleavage. "And anyway, Talbot's dick is that big -- why don't you show her, Talbot?"
"Do you want that? Do you wanna see how big my dick is?" Talbot asked, unfastening his belt. Billie looked at his hands out of slitted eyes, and noticed Mayo unfastening yet one more button. Her cleavage was now on display, but for some reason it did not seem like that big a deal as she watched Talbot toying with his pants button. She could easily see a large bulge in his pants, and was unconsciously biting her plump lower lip.
"Well? You want to see it, Mrs. Jenkins?" he said again, and still Billie did not say anything. She finally looked away as he snapped the button open, and gasped again. The blond was now on her knees, and even as Billie watched she folded her shiny red lips around the young man's fat member and began bobbing her head up and down the giant penis.
"I bet you got a real sexy bra on, Mrs. Jenkins -- am I wrong?" Mayo asked, rubbing her arm and then reaching out and rubbing her taut belly with his fingertips through the thick sweater.
