Debbie Vines was nervous about teaching night school at the inner-city community center. She had volunteered as part of a cooperative effort between the middle school where she taught and the church her family attended. Debbie had come from a small town in South Carolina and had married her husband right out of high school.

Her husband, Jim, had worked for ten years at a Ford dealership, and they had three wonderful children: Ryan, who was eleven; Deanna, who was nearly fifteen; and Jessica, who was 17. Debbie was extremely attractive, with blondish-brown hair; however, she had always been overweight. She dressed conservatively, always wearing a dress or skirt and blouse. Tonight, she wore a brown skirt and white blouse, which did a poor job of hiding her enormous breasts.

Debbie was trying hard to keep her weight below 180 pounds, but she was still chubby with a large butt and thighs. She wore plain white cotton bras, the kind you buy at K-Mart or Wal-Mart, that had six or more clasps, and the size 44dd bra strained to hold back her huge cow udders.

She really needed a larger-size bra, but 44dd was the largest they sold in the store without special ordering them at an outrageous price. Her breasts spilled out the top and sides of her bra. Her belly was too big too and shown above her skirt waist. Her big ass cheeks stretched the material of the polyester skirt as she walked quickly in and out of the dark shadows from her car.

She wore suntan pantyhose and sensible white shoes with a small heel. Her nails were neatly manicured with pink fingernail polish. She wore make-up but not heavily. Her pink lipstick highlighted her plump lips. Debbie always had a large, full mouth, which drew attention when she was in school.

Now 36, Debbie still was very attractive despite the extra weight. Her jewelry was not gaudy, and her wedding rings were the most extravagant pieces of jewelry she owned. As Debbie walked, she could feel the sweat on her upper lip, between her huge breasts, and her pantyhose-encased thighs as they rubbed together as she strode.

A block over, Debbie’s husband, Jim, was walking quickly to catch up with his wife of 18 years and surprise her on her first night. He could see her walking, her big ass shifting up and down as she hurried, her breasts bouncing, unable to be contained even by the heavy-duty “granny bra” he called it.

Suddenly, Jim was aware of others in the area. He could hear whoops and whistles coming out of the shadows. Several hoods, older teens it appeared, were walking toward the street and calling to his wife. A sense of panic tore through Jim as he saw his wife pick up her pace. They were coming faster now, and he could hear one of them calling Debbie as farmers call their cows. “Moooo. Mooooo,” all the others were laughing.

Debbie had started to run now, but that excited the group even more. She was running with her purse, her heels clicking on the cement. She had to keep slowing down to pull down her skirt, which kept creeping up her legs, threatening to expose her large rear.

“Look at that big ole white ass,” one of the hoods was saying. “Fuck that,” said another, “Look at them fucking jugs that bitch has. I want to milk that big-titted bitch!”

They were all laughing now. Debbie had fallen once and was now up and running again. Her pantyhose were torn and one heel had been broken off, further exaggerating her running, her tits wobbling more and her skirt riding high up the backs of her thick thighs. Debbie was finally out of breath and unfortunately, it was in a darkened area, in the shadows of several trees and adjacent to an old junkyard. Debbie was openly crying now. Her plump lips were quivering, her eyes wet. Her blouse was stuck to her upper chest, further enhancing the size of her huge tits.

I was nearly there and realized I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to leave and go get help, worried that they may take her somewhere else and I would never find her. I knew I could not overpower them, now seeing there were nine of them, and powerfully built. Several were Mexicans, two were black, and all were encircling my chubby wife, who was shaking as her sobs wracked her entire body. Several of them were behind her and had grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her. Her tits were thrust out grotesquely huge, straining the buttons on her white blouse.

“Hey you fat bitch,” a huge black kid said. “You got some big fucking tits!” “Pull them big fuckers out,” another kid said. I was scared to death, unmoving, behind the tree. A fat Mexican said, “I want to tit fuck that big fucking cow.”

Debbie was hysterical now. The big black guy grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, exposing Debbie’s overstuffed bra. “God Damn!” one of them shouted, others were now hooting and hollering louder now, everyone crowding in, looking at my wife’s plump tit meat, swelling over her bra. Her straps were cutting into her meaty flesh as her arms were pinned back behind her further. Her plump belly jiggled slightly as she lost her balance when her shirt was ripped savagely open. Her huge tits, swelled above her bra cups. A little dribble of sweat ran between Debbie’s huge globes.

Other hands were reaching behind her now, gripping the taut zipper on her skirt. “Let’s see that big white ass!” one of the Mexicans yelled. As the zipper was lowered, the pressure of Debbie’s full ass started to further open, and the guy lowering her zipper stopped and pointed at my helpless wife’s ass as the skirt continued to unzip, with Debbie wailing in despair. Her big, chubby ass cheeks were becoming exposed, encased in her pantyhose and Victoria’s Secret panties.

I could see where the panties were one of her older pairs, worn with tears in the top of her elastic waistband, further humiliating her. The skirt was now being tugged off by several pairs of hands, past her thick, but shapely white thighs. Debbie stood there now in only her insufficient plain white cotton bra, torn panties, and her queen-size pantyhose with the torn knee where she had fallen.

“Let them big fuckers out, man!” the chubby Mexican yelled to the big black teenager. “Fuck yeah!” a skinny, tall black teenager added.

The tall black kid pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket and slowly placed the blade under my shaking wife’s left bra strap. The knife easily sliced through the thick, wide band, and my wife’s huge left breast tumbled to her belly button, still partially supported by the rest of her damaged bra. “God Damn,” several of them shouted. My wife’s areola were larger than three inches across, and her thimble-sized nipple was hardening in the cool night air.

A long, brown arm reached across in front of the huge black teenager and roughly yanked Debbie’s remaining bra strap. Her huge tits tumbled all the way out of her bra as her now-ripped bra hung uselessly up under her neck. The huge cups emptied, freeing her massive melons. Her jugs were now swinging wildly, coming to rest on top of her plump tummy, her big nipples nearly at her waist.

All of them were crowding in to see my wife’s huge udders. “Yeah, Baby, shake them big jugs!” but Debbie was not intentionally trying to shake them. Her body was wracked by huge sobs, her tits quivering in response. Hands were on her jugs now, squeezing, mauling, and pinching her pendulous melons. “Check this out!” the chubby Mexican yelled as he pretended to milk my wife like a heifer cow.

“Hey, check this out,” the teenager rummaging through her purse yelled. I stared in horror as I recognized the pictures of our two girls being passed from teenager to teenager.

“Shit, yeah,” this big-titted cow has some calves! Look at the tits on this bitch!”

I couldn’t bear to listen to them talk about my daughters like this. He must be referring to Deanna, recalling that only Deanna’s picture showed her upper body. Deanna still had most of her baby fat, only slightly overweight, but overly developed for her age.

Jessie was following directly after her mother, unfortunately, already struggling with her weight. Her breasts were nearly as large as Debs. Brown, white, and black hands were reaching for my wife’s fat, plump ass and hips now. I could see a large black hand snaked down between my innocent wife’s big, white ass cheeks. She was squirming, but helpless to stop the humiliating assault.

Suddenly, half of the rear of her lacy panties was ripped open, exposing her huge left ass cheek. The other side soon followed, and my wife’s big ass was exposed. The teenagers were getting excited now, and I could see several of them rubbing their crotches, staring hungrily at my wife’s nearly exposed child-bearing hips, cunt, and ass. A hand was tearing at her bit of remaining panties, hanging from the elastic of her panty band, which was still intact. The front of her panties was not ripped away, exposing Debbie’s fat, hairy cunt.

“Oh Mama, look at that fucking fat white pussy!!” someone shouted as I could see my wife being forced to her knees in the closing circle. The clouds overhead had completely cleared, giving me full view of the mob around my wife, but Debbie was nowhere to be seen as they closed in around her.

“Listen to her, man!” I heard the big Mexican shout. Everyone suddenly quieted, and I could hear a faint sound. “Ssqqquuissscccchhllpppp, Ssqquish” was all I could make out.

The crowd had parted enough for me to catch a glimpse of my innocent, chubby wife, and I froze in horror. Debbie was on her knees, with the chubby Mexican behind her. He had taken both of his hands and placed them on the sides of my wife’s face. His middle and first finger were hooked into either side of my wife’s mouth. He was using his fingers to stretch my wife’s pink lipstick-covered mouth open like a large mouth bass. The huge black teenager was face fucking my wife; his huge log was embedded in her face, swelling her cheeks grotesquely. Her teary eyes were wide open as she was struggling for air around the thick meat pole.

Jesus, I could even see her throat moving in and out as the huge cock was wedged deep into her gullet. He was gripping the back of my wife’s head, using her hair and pounding her innocent face. Her nostrils flared every time he partially withdrew his fat cock. Two others had taken places on the side of my wife, her arms held straight out. They were taking her plump little hands and wrapping them around their growing cocks. I could see my wife’s wedding rings shining in the moonlight wrapped around a thick brown cock.

“I got something for you, you big-titted cow!” the kid yelled.

I could see the look of horror in Debbie’s eyes as she attempted to get away from the spewing meat stick. “Hold on to her tight,” he yelled. He screamed loudly as he filled my wife’s mouth, throat, and belly with man sperm. Suddenly, a geyser of cum shot out of my wife’s left nostril, her mouth clogged with the sticky white goo.