Debbie Gibson Ch. 06

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Andrew and Alan Bristow surveyed the dance floor. They were big lads, playing in the front row for the local rugby team. Not only were they twins but they matched each other exactly in the amount of time they had spent sin binned during a game or for the number of times they had been sent off and subsequently banned from playing. Not surprisingly they had the worst disciplinary record in the county, being tied for first place.

Unfortunately for the female population of the area the bully boy attitude they exhibited on the playing fields spilt over into their social lives as well. They were known to be quite rough and ready with the local ladies but over time these women had learnt how to deal with their advances.

"Fresh meat Alan," Andrew said to his brother nodding his head in the general direction of Debbie and Tina. He was the elder brother by two minutes and usually the instigator of anything they did.

"The two blondes dancing together over there," he added, noticing his brother's difficulty in spotting them.

"Yep, got 'em," Alan replied as his eyes locked onto the two work colleagues. "Fuck but they're hot!" he muttered back to his brother.

His brother smiled in reply. "Okay, flip you for them. Heads is the young one and tails for the older one; deal?"

"Fine by me," Alan said with a grin.

Andrew took a coin from his pocket and flipped it into the air. "Call," he said. Catching it he smacked it down onto the back of his hand.

"Heads," Alan blurted out.

Andrew took away his hand. "Heads it is."

"Woo hoo," Alan punched the air with his fist. "Yes!"

"Okay, you get the young one and I'll take the MILF." Andrew said

"You don't mind?" Alan asked.

"Nah, not in the slightest, MILF's are usually far more willing ... sometimes almost grateful!" his brother responded. "Besides she's got bigger tits!" he added with an malicious laugh.

Alan nodded his agreement but his eyes were already only focused on his goal.

"Come on let's go," Andrew said as he led his brother out onto the dance floor. They pushed their way unceremoniously through the crush of bodies towards their prey.

Debbie was the first to see the two men making their way through the crowded dance floor towards them. She couldn't help but notice them as they stood head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd. She paid them no regard even when they stopped next to her and Tina. She was slightly grateful because the floor area around them had seemed to clear a little bit when they arrived. Even when they managed to squeeze between the two of them, dancing closer and closer she still wasn't unduly bothered as she was enjoying the music too much to care. Besides she had a nice buzz going on. She'd already had a lot to drink tonight.

It was a couple of minutes later that she finally realised that the young man dancing in front of her had separated her from Tina and had surreptitiously manoeuvred her to a more secluded, darker part of the dance floor. His physical dance technique meant he was bumping and grinding into her but that didn't register too much with her until he made a grab for her. He had obviously been drinking and made no pretext in what he wanted from Debbie. His hands immediately dropped onto her ass, squeezing her cheeks hard as he pulled her against his crotch. She grabbed his hands with hers to try and remove them.

"Come on baby, you know you want it, what with you wearing that tight dress to show off your booty," Andrew slurred as he ground into her pelvic area. She struggled to free herself from his wandering hands but he continued to grope her ass cheeks, squeezing each one in turn, clearly revelling in and enjoying their size and shape.

Debbie was horrified and tried to pull away from him. He was much too strong and in spite of her struggles he held her in place effortlessly. One hand left her ass and moved up to her breasts. She winced as he took one in his hand and squeezed it roughly.

He leaned forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes as she turned her head to one side, straining to keep her lips away from him. This was spiralling out of control fast. But suddenly his grip on her relaxed. She tentatively opened her eyes in time to see a hand on his shoulder pulling him away from her.

"Come on pal, leave the lady alone or I'll call the police," she heard a firm voice say.

Debbie looked up to see Rob standing there. He looked magnificent to her at that moment.

"Who the hell are you?" Andrew slurred, "fuck off, can't you see the lady is enjoying herself."

"I don't think she is and for your information, I'm her husband," Rob said. He winked at her as he caught the grateful look in her tearful eyes.

Debbie was relieved as the man backed down and then surprisingly staggered off. As he did, she collapsed into Rob's arms. She'd expected far more trouble.

"Oh thank you, thank you Rob," she gasped, "I was so scared, he came out of nowhere and ... and ..."

She began to sob silently into Rob's shoulder, although there were no tears at first.

"Come on, let's get you back to Derek," he said as he led her off the dance floor and moved towards the seating area.

"Okay, thank you so much Rob. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't have been here." She wiped away a tear as her emotions finally got the better of her.

As they neared Derek, Rob stopped. "Will you be okay from here?" he asked as he touched her elbow. He glanced around. Debbie realised he was looking for someone.

"Rob, you go. I'll be okay." She paused as she gazed up into his face. He was still looking away, his eyes scanning the room urgently. He smiled as he spotted who he was looking for.

"And thank you again," she said softly.

"Yeah, no problem," Rob replied quickly. "I've got to go," he added as he moved away from her side. He'd spotted the vicar's wife. He had a rendezvous planned with her. In his bedroom.

Debbie, wiping away more tears from her eyes looked across to where her husband sat. He was leaning forward in his seat, helping himself to another generous glassful of Sid's whisky. He and Jim were in deep conversation. It struck her that he wasn't bothered where she was or what she was doing and furthermore he didn't appear to care. That and then the knowledge that he didn't seem to have been concerned about her for some time suddenly hit her hard. Her marriage was a sham and to make matters worse she was now a wife who was cheating on her husband. Okay, maybe she was reluctant at first but then she went ahead and whored herself out anyway.

She knew she was feeling sorry for herself and it was then she felt a sudden surge of nausea rush up into her throat. She needed some fresh air and fast. Gulping it back she hurried from the room, across the reception area and out through the main entrance door.

The security lights clicked on as she staggered across the car park to reach the fence that surrounded it. She leant up against the rail and as the security lights clicked off she looked down across the valley to the hills beyond. It was bathed in moonlight. She breathed in great big lungfuls of the fresh country air. She began to feel a little better. But she still had that buzz going on, which was still making her a little light headed.

"That's just so lovely," she sighed as she wiped away the last tears from her eyes, "it's so peaceful, so beautiful."

"Yes it is!"

The sudden words hit Debbie like a thunderbolt and she bodily jolted from the shock. The security lights had clicked back on and she hadn't realised. She turned to see the big hulking figure of a man standing in front of her.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he chortled. "Fancy meeting you out here."

In startled recognition Debbie looked up into the leering face of the man Rob had saved her from just minutes before. Her stomach turned over as a deep knot of fear took hold.

He took a couple of steps towards here. She backed up but he quickly closed the gap. Two strong hands closed around her arms and before she knew it she was pinned up against the fence. In front of her stood Andrew Bristow. And then the security lights clicked off.

"God sweetheart but you've got fucking great tits." Andrew reinforced his statement by leering into her bosom as he released one of her arms and began to maul at her large breasts. "Fucking outstanding!"

"Please ... please get off me ... or I'll scream!" Debbie managed to push him back a little as she tried to wriggle out of the firm hold he had on her arm. It was a short lived respite as Andrew slammed her back up against the fence and sneered into her face.

"Scream away darlin, no-one's going to hear you out here. You came out the wrong door, the party's the other side of the building. But I suppose you could scream for your husband to come rescue you!"

Debbie looked around frantically as Andrew continued to work on her breasts. She didn't realise that he wasn't being quite so rough on them as before.

"Strange that he let you come out here all alone." He paused with a wicked smile on his face. "It's funny you know because I've just seen a man who looked like your husband go off upstairs with Mrs Thompson. She's the vicar's wife and a hot piece of ass she is too. And I should know ..."

Debbie was scared. She was hoping against all hope that somebody would come out and rescue her. She was trying to fight him off but could feel her resistance ebbing slowly away as Andrew unwittingly continued doing the one thing that would guarantee him success. It was her Achilles heel when it came to sex. Alcohol and rough treatment always turned her on.

"So I figure ... either he's not your husband ... or you have an open relationship. Either way it adds up to the fact that you and me ... were going to have a bit of fun!"

Andrew sensed the shift in her demeanour as he worked on her breasts. He stepped back half a pace although he continued his excessive manipulations of her breasts through her dress and watched Debbie's reaction as her body began to move against the fence.

"Fuck me, you like this don't you!" he stated rhetorically with a sneer twitching across his lips.

"No I ... I don't," Debbie breathed in reply. To her disgust she sensed her hips had begun to move a bit more.

Andrew was gleeful. "Yes you fucking do, I can see your nips through your dress. Look ... right there." As if to reinforce his argument he flicked at the twin nubs sticking proudly out through the fabric of the dress. Debbie couldn't help but look down on them in horror as she stifled a moan.

"My god ... you fucking horny bitch ... you really are into this!"

Debbie responded to his taunts by struggling vainly to release his strong hold on her. Andrew pushed her back up against the fence but spun her around so her back was to him. He slid his hands under her arms and closed them around her breasts. She could feel his cock now as it had overcome the resistance of her dress and was now snuggled nicely into the crack between her plump ass cheeks.

He took a firmer hold as he continued his assault on her breasts. He leaned heavily against her body and nuzzled his head into her neck. Almost conceding defeat Debbie took hold of the fence rail as her body began to be physically moved. Andrew's groping grew ever more intense as his excitement got the better of him. He nibbled at her ear, which sent shivers of excitement fluttering through her body. She adjusted her grip taking a tighter hold on the fence. Her lips parted as her lust began to grow but she managed to stifle the groan that welled up from deep inside her.

This was no good, she couldn't allow this happen, it wasn't right. She tried to struggle free one last time. "Enjoying yourself?" she managed to blurt out with just a hint of sarcasm. She couldn't move him, he was too strong, too dominant.

"Fuck yeah," Andrew exclaimed, easily holding firm against her struggles, "your tits are just fucking fantastic!"

For what seemed like ages to Debbie he continued to work on her breasts. She could feel her body was getting into it more and more. And then she felt a tiny shudder go through her body. God no, please no. She just hoped Andrew hadn't felt it.

"Fuck me, you DO like this!" he exclaimed in glee. "You really are a fucking horny MILF aren't you!"

So much for that hope she thought, as Andrew stepped back to give himself some space. She had room to escape but it was too late. Her stomach turned over as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. She sighed in relief as she felt her dress become slacker on her body. Of course it wasn't good but at least he wasn't getting his cock out of his pants. There was still hope?

Andrew pulled the dress off her shoulders. She made a feeble attempt to prevent it's loss but he just slapped her hands away. She felt powerless to stop him as his hands then fumbled with her bra before she felt the tug forward as he released her breasts to the cool night air. His hands sank into her flesh as he closed them around her large breasts in an instant, taking hold of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He pulled on them before giving them each a little twist.

"Ouch!" Debbie exclaimed, "please don't do that ... please ... please let me go ... I won't tell anybody ..."

Andrew just laughed. "Not a fucking chance. Besides, I know you want it and I know you'll love it ... you're a fucking dirty little bitch!"

He thrust his hips forward repeatedly ramming his bulge into her ass. She could feel his cock was getting bigger and bigger each time he did and unwittingly adjusted her stance, which allowed it to nestle further in between her ass cheeks. He started to rock backwards and forwards as his hands manipulated her boobs, groping and massaging them over and over again whilst his fingers continued to pluck at her hard, erect nipples.

Debbie was struggling now. The combination of drink and the rough treatment of her large tits was becoming too much to take. Added to that his constant verbal abuse was also wearing her down. She took a firmer grip on the fence rail as her head slumped down. And she moaned for the first time.

Andrew looked around. He needed to fuck her now. He knew the MILF was primed and ready. The barn was just a few feet away and that would do nicely. He could see the door was open.

"Come on, come with me," he said as he pulled her away from the fence. Debbie clung onto the fence in a last feeble show of resistance. Andrew leaned forward and easily prised her fingers off the rail.

He took her hand in his large mitt and pulled her towards the barn. He looked sideways at her body. The sight of her large tits wobbling as he tugged her along was almost too much for him to take in.

"So tell me darlin, how big are they?" he nodded at her breasts, "how big are your tits?"

"38DD," Debbie replied immediately. She flushed with embarrassment. Why had she told him that? And why so quickly?

"Fucking outstanding!" Andrew enthused, "and how many kids have you got?"

"Two," Debbie replied. Again with the quick answer. Why was she so willing to reveal herself to this lout?

"Unbelievable, fucking unbelievable!" Andrew went silent for a moment. He was amazed that a woman could have had two kids and still have tits that big and firm. Judging by the way his mother looked he'd assumed all women's tits became saggy and horrible after they'd had kids.

"Alright there bro! I thought that was you."

The sudden sound of another voice coming out of the darkness shocked him out of his reverie. The security lights blazed on once more as he looked and saw his brother Alan walking across the car park towards him.

"Fuck me, look at the tits on that!" Alan shouted out excitedly as he came closer and saw Debbie with his brother. "You fucking bastard ... so you fucking scored then!"

"Oh yeah," Andrew replied proudly, "and I'm just going inside here to give her a good fucking!" He nodded at the entrance to the barn. "You can come and watch if you want."

"Fucking right I do!" Alan exclaimed.

Debbie was dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say or do. They were talking about her as if she was just a piece of meat. Andrew gave her a pull and dragged her reluctantly through the barn door. She struggled as she tried to pull back.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be shy, we both know you're fucking gagging for it!" He gave her another tug and she skittered after him struggling to stay upright in her high heels.

"So how did you get on with your fucking bit of fluff?" Andrew smiled at his brother's apparent failure, trying to rub it in. "I take it you crashed and burned then!"

"Wasn't my fucking fault. I was getting on fine until that fucking twat Sid came and fucking ruined it," Alan snorted indignantly. "I had my hand under her dress, halfway up her legs, nearly at her fucking snatch and that bastard pulled me off her. Pity cos she was one fine piece of ass. I really wouldn't have minded fucking her," he added wistfully.

Debbie's stomach clenched. It wasn't just that she realised they were talking about Tina but also because Andrew had started to play with her tits again, idly flicking his fingers across her erect nipples as he chatted casually with his brother.

"So what happened. Did Sid kick you out straight away cos you've been a while."

"Nah. I moved away but then I looked back to see if I could give it another go but Sid was still with her. Anyway, the next thing I saw was him taking her out through the fucking fire exit door." Alan paused.

"I wondered what he was fucking doing, so I decided to follow them, you know, just out of idle curiosity. Anyway he took her upstairs and into a room. You know what, I reckon the fucking bastard wanted her all for himself. Anyway, I listened at the door for a while but all I could hear were muffled voices. That was until I heard someone moaning ... IF you know what I mean!" He smiled knowingly.

Debbie's eyes shot open. Tina with Sid! Oh my god, maybe the old bastard had found a way of getting into her panties after all!

"Fucking hell, so what happened?" Andrew asked his brother.

"I had to go, some fucking bloke came down the corridor, so I left and came to look for you."

"Never mind bro, you can just watch me fuck this one then," Andrew said as he refocused fully back on Debbie. She felt a sudden surge of lust at his crude words. She hadn't been this aroused and disgusted with herself all at the same time since she'd let her old landlord, Mr Webster finger her to an incredible orgasm several months ago. Not even when letting Sid fuck her.

"Now where was I?" Andrew said as he leant in to kiss her. She turned her head away, resisting his clumsy attempt. He broke away and laughed as he pulled her to the centre of the barn and stood her up against a timber post. It was brand new wood, a recent replacement. She looked back at him, trembling fearfully, knowing what was coming.

Andrew pressed forward and brought his mouth to Debbie. This time she made no attempt to move her head away but accepted his lips as they pressed against hers. As the kiss became harder it took her breath away. She finally crumbled and responded by returning the kiss with equal force. His tongue pushed it's way into her mouth and Debbie let it entwine with hers. They slobbered and kissed as their tongues danced together and while they did Andrew kept up his unrelenting assault on her large breasts and erect nipples.

Completely aroused now she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as she attempted to suck his tongue out of his mouth. Her body was moving rhythmically as she ground her mound up against the significant bulge she could feel in his trousers. She couldn't help herself. The reluctance was gone. Her booze induced, lustful body had won again.

Andrew broke the kiss. He had to, he couldn't breathe. He stepped back a pace and looked at Debbie. She was panting for breath as she leaned back against the timber post, her breasts resting over the top of her tight dress. They looked huge.