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DEBRA BEGS FOR IT

    Debra had loved sex for as long as she could remember.  But there was a
problem.  Her mate, didn't seem to be much interested anymore, and their
lovemaking had dropped to near nil.  Of late, she more and more became
aroused at the slightest hint of anything sexual,  and now she and her
husband of 7 years, Kent , were driving back to the small country town
were both had grown up.  They had taken the back roads because they
wanted once more to see the old bridges and "lover's lanes" were they
had made out when they were teenagers. The mere thought of "doing it"
back then began to turn her on.  She wondered if it was having any
effect on him. Her cunt burned with desire.

    Her mind was filled with remembrance of young Kent softly caressing her
with his words, "You are magnificent, so graceful and sleek.  So
beautiful!"  His eyes had wandered to her high, pointed breasts, down to
her flat belly, beyond smooth flanks to the fluffy black cushion of her
womanhood. Her face had flushed scarlet in the dim light as his hands
caressed all of her.

    "When we get to McGregor's bridge," she said shyly, "let's stop and
make love."  He smiled absently.  Little zips and zaps of electrical
energy began to zing through her body.  She stretched like a hungry
tigress.

    They were just approaching the shaded grove near the bridge where she
had willing surrendered her virginity many years before when the car
engine suddenly konked out.  At first, she thought Kent had cut the
ignition a hundred yards short of their goal, but such was not the
case.  "Damn!"  Kent swore, "Ten miles from nowhere.  And we just had
the damned Buick serviced and tuned up yesterday."
                    _______________________

    Will Brown was the newest and youngest mechanic at Johnson Buick, Inc. 
The young man, 21, drew the eyes of any female happening by, but he
usually ignored them.  Unless.  Unless they fitted in with his desires
and obsessions - his far out sexual fantasies.  He wasn't interested in
any female unless she was not only stunningly beautiful, but also
happily married.
  When Kent and Debra left their Buick for service, Will had immediately
been excited by the luscious lookiing  Debra  who obviously was in the
sole possession of a man.  She was the kind of mature woman with a place
firmly fixed in society that got his pulse racing.  He felt his cock
lurch in his tight jeans as he gazed hungrily at her.  He'd stayed out
of sight in the parts department, because he didn't want them to see him
or connect him in any way with the Buick agency.  But after they left he
asked the service manger to assign their job to him.  No problem.
   That night as Will was getting ready for his shower in his tiny
apartment, he kept looking at himself in the full length mirror on the
back of the closet door.  He was fascinated by his own image.  Tilting
his chin, he studied himself.  He touched his face, running his fingers
across his cheeks.  He needed a shave. He stroked his square chin with
its slight cleft.
   He examined each feature.  A fine, straight nose, not too large. 
Lips that curved sensuously at the corners, as if hinting at a smile. 
Pale blue eyes, an unlined brow, and thick black hair -indeed, he was
extremely handsome.  A tongue that appreciated the taste of a well
heated femal pussy.
   His eyes shifted to his body.  He was tall and powerfully built, with
sinewy shoulders and athletic legs.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on his
trim waist.  He imagined Debra watching him, and in his imagination he
followed her gaze down into his nest of thick, curly pubic hair.  "Ahh,
now that's what I call a prick!" he said, smiling at his vision of her,
examining his swelling penis.
  He used Corn Huskers Lotion as a lubricant as his hand began to slide
lovingly back and forth.  Ah, Debra, Debra.  When the thick, white cum
spurted forth in powerful, surging jets, he caught it in a small glass
and drank it, smacking his lips. "Back inside for you, Debra."  His
vision vanished, and cold and alone once again, he stepped into the tiny
shower.                     
_____________________________________________________

    In the dead car, Debra anxiously asked, "Well, darling, what now?" 
Kent slammed the steering wheel with both hands and swore.  Then they
both heard it.  A car was approaching from the rear, a beat-up old Buick
driven by a young man.  He stopped behind them and got out.  "Good
afternoon.  Are you having trouble?"
  "Yes," Kent replied, "Our engine just suddenly stopped running."  The
young man (very handsome, Debra noticed) smiled and said, "I'm skilled
at auto repair and maintenance.  In fact, that's how I earn a living. 
Why don't you take a seat over on that log for a few minutes and I'll
put things right for you."
  Within a few minutes the young man had removed the remote control
switch, the one he had planted the day before, that had made it possible
for him to follow and disable their car at his pleasure.  He quickly had
their Buick purring like a kitten.  He turned and said, "My name is
Will, and I wish you a pleasant journey from here on." 
    Mrs. Bosworth glowed.  "We certainly appreciate your taking the time
and trouble to repair our car, Will."
  "No big deal.  It's my pleasure.  Besides, it only took a few
minutes."
    Kent held out a twenty.  "We understand, but I still hope you won't be
insulted by at least a small token payment."
  "Money's no insult, sir.  Not to a pro.  But if it's all the same to
you, I'd just soon settle for thirty minutes with your wife."
   Kent thought at first he hadn't heard correctly, But Will wasn't
smiling and his voice was normal.  Perhaps it was a gross bit of
locker-room humor somehow intended as a compliment by a young man who
thought it was gallant to tell a husband he fancied his wife.  Then
anger flooded over him.  "I don't think that's funny, young man."
  "I didn't mean it to be funny.  I just think your wife is a beautiful,
desirable woman.  The kind of woman any red blooded fellow would want to
fuck. I'm no exception."  He wet his lips with his tongue in
anticipation.  "I'd like nothing better than to fuck her and make her
beg for more."  He gave Debra  a disarming smile.  "I promise you that
you'll want more of my cock, mamn, and you'll beg for it."
  Kent roared, "Get the hell out of here before I break your slimey no
good neck!"  But the instant he started to move he saw the gun in Will's
hand.  "If it's money you want, I have at least a couple of hundred with
me.  Also some credit cards.  Leave my wife alone and I won't report the
cards missing."
  "Sir, I'm no mercenary.  I've already told you what I want."  He
unzipped his pants with his left hand and allowed his hard cock to leap
forth.  "Isn't it a dandy, mamn?  You'll love the way it feels inside
you."
  "You sonofabitch!  You'll have to shoot me first," Kent bellowed. Will
raised the pistol and pointed it at Kent's face.  "Don't do anything to
make me pull the trigger.  If I shoot you I'll also have to shoot her. 
Now be quiet while I fuck this gorgeous woman you've been keeping for me
all this time."
  Debra recovered from shock enough to croak out a few words.  "Why? 
You're a good looking fellow who could have almost any girl he wants. 
Why do this to us?  Why risk..."
  He interrupted her.  "I want you so badly I'd risk anything to fuck
you right now, mamn."  His cock jerked as he swung his head to look at
her. "I want you, Debra, it's as simple as that.  So please tell your
husband to not do anything to stop us, because that will force me kill
both of you."  His throbbing cock jerked again, and his words began to
tumble over each other as his sexual excitement began to explode.
  She could see the drop of precum on his cock, and knew now there'd be
no reasoning with him.  They wouldn't be able to make him think of the
consequences.  Any thinking now going on was concentrated in his balls
and prick, and too late, she realized he needed the husband watching
when he took a woman.  The danger and possible retribution were a part
of his thrill.
  It took Will only a minute to tie Kent  to a nearby tree.  Turning to
Debra he said, "Take off your clothes, mamn."  He quickly stripped
himself, careful to keep the gun in one hand or the other at all times
pointing at her.
  Kent tried one more time.  "All right," he said, "What will it take to
stop you?  How much do you want?"
  "You mean money?"
  "What else?"
  Will gave Debra a long, raw, lustful look, and taking her arm, led her
to a patch of grass.  "I'm afraid your husband doesn't really
understand.  But you do, don't you?  You KNOW it has nothing to do with
money, don't you, Debra."  He waited politely for her to respond, using
the time to secure a gag in Kent's mouth, then he took a box out of his
car and placed it on the hood.  When Debra remained silent, he again
said, "Take off your clothes, mamn."
   When she stayed motionless he fired the pistol, the bullet striking
the ground a few inches in front of her, splashing dirt over her high
heels.  Whimpering, she quickly stripped naked, revealing the firm, soft
curves of her gorgeous body.
   Will stepped forward and took her in his arms, his boner against her
slit, the cold steel of the pistol against her back and the throbbing
cock against her center.  In spite of her fear, her body began to react,
to betray her.  Will did nothing.  He just held her close, breathing
softly into her ear.  She became conscious of his man-smell, a heady,
sensual aroma of stallion in heat.  His cock jerked, but still he did
not move.  
   But she did.  It had been so long since...oh!  Her hips were slowly
undulating as if to better experience his cock between her legs and hard
under her cunt.  She tried to hold still, but couldn't.  Now she could
feel his prick throbbing down there between her lips.  Their sexual
organs were generating a smacking sound. She was careful not to look in
Kent's direction, wondering if he heard.  What must he be thinking?  But
she could no more still her body than still a spring storm.  Kent
shouldn't have neglected her as he had!
   She felt herself sliding back and forth along his cock, riding it. 
Wishing it would tip up and enter.  Her thought processes went wild.  I
can't fuck this guy in front of my husband.  I can't NOT fuck this guy. 
Ooooohhh!  Oooooooh, so gooood.  Hearing that smacking sound of
juices...cock on wet cunt, is driving me crazy.  Oooohh, I love my cunt
dripping and slick, sliding along his love pole.  Close your eyes,
Kent.  No way am I going home unfucked.  Fuck.  Yes, I want to fuck. 
God, what's the matter with me.  I can't fuck this gorgeous hunk right
here in front of my husband.  But I'm going to.  Aauugh. Jeez, oohh,
aauugh.  I'm going to get the jism out of this young adonis into to me. 
In, in, in.  Oh, I have to get it in.  For god's sake, why doesn't he DO
something.  I know.  I'll get that monster in my mouth.  That'll get
him!"
   Will let her body slide toward the ground, to her knees.  Her mind
whirled.  Oh, what a beauty.  Swollen, veined penis.  I love this...I
love cock in mouth...to suck, suck!  Oooooh, So good!  
  Suddenly, Will pulled away, exposing his wet cock, and shoved her over
onto the grass on her back, and as she lifted her feet skyward,
spreading them far apart, he mounted her and slid his throbbing cock
into her steaming cunt.  She screamed in pleasure, and in spite of
herself, turned and looked at Kent.  "Oh, Kent, this is so good.  Oh,
fuck me!  Fuck me!  fuck me!"  Kent's eyes were furious, but his
trousers bulged with a raging hard-on.  

Debra's nervous system had gone wild and she was yelling,
"Oh,yes,yeeesss!  Oh, god, fuck me, fuuuucck me!  Her gorgeous body
jerked and flailed about as electrical charges surged through her. 
Will, unable to withstand this extraordinary display of passion, began
shooting powerful jets of hot cum into Debra's cunt.  Kent, still firmly
tied, could plainly see the cum oozing out around Will's cock and
running down his wife's ass, and he listened in disbelief as Debra
begged the rapist to keep on fucking her.  He did, whispering in her
ear, "You can depend on me, Debra, I'll soon be sneaking into your
bedroom to tie your husband and fuck you again.  Keep your pussy warm
for me."
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