Bande
I stretched out and took another deep breath. It felt good, and I had been
doing a lot of it since my release. It was only a week since I finished up
my sentence. I'd been slapped with a 5-7 stir in the pen for aggravated B &
E. Shit, all that did was put me with a bunch of guys who taught me exactly
what I'd done wrong, and how to avoid getting caught the next time. Which
was what I was planning right now. I took another look around the
neighborhood, cementing my plans. I'd spent the last 5 nights walking all
the streets and alleys, studying how all the folks came and went, and seeing
how much the cops came through here. I was crashing with my brother until I
could find a new place to stay, and his bitch of a wife was already making
noise about me paying rent. I needed a way to scare up some quick cash, and
wasn't gonna be too awful picky about how I got it. I thought about selling
drugs, but that was out. Too many crazy fuckers to justify the money. Nah,
good old-fashioned burglary was just what the doctor ordered. I had finally
settled on a small house a few blocks over. There were 2 good-looking babes
living there, along with 3 kids. I knew that kids almost always went to bed
and slept hard, as did their folks, who were usually tired from working and
watching the kids. Plus, these 2 babes seemed to go and party quite a bit,
so I had good ol' Brother Booze working in my favor. I figured I could pop
the locks on a door or window, sneak in, grab a few of the choicer objects
lying around, and be out in 15 minutes. Not too shabby. The best fence in
town was a cousin of mine, so I knew I could unload whatever I got real
fast, and get top dollar, as well. Yeah, I'd make my move around 3 a.m.
tomorrow morning. Time to get some shut-eye.
I took one last deep breath to calm my nerves. Wouldn't that just be the
shit, to wind up back behind bars the same week I got out? Okay, the lights
have been out for 2 hours now. The blonde came back with her kids, put them
right to bed, and went straight to her own room. I was hiding in the back
yard, waiting for the lights to go out. Now that the whole neighborhood was
quiet, it was time to do this thing. The blonde had let her cat out the back
door just before turning out the lights. It had gone about it's business
without ever noticing me. "The kid's still got it", I thought to myself. I
flexed my legs slowly to keep my knees from popping, and moved across the
yard. No sticks or dead leaves crackled under my weight, so I got to the
door fairly quickly. I tested the knob. Jackpot! It turned easily under my
hand. I eased it back slowly, to avoid the latch popping. Finally, it swung
inward quietly. Oh, DAMN. This was a bedroom. There was the blonde, lying on
a fairly high bed, right in front of me. MOVE, man. Staying still was an
invitation to getting caught, which meant an even longer party at the
Many-Bar Inn. I slid the door shut, and moved to a dresser. Ah, good. Watch,
rings, necklaces, and even some loose cash. Into the pocket. I moved out
into the hallway, walking near the wall to avoid creaking any loose
floorboards. In the living room, I found a purse. I rifled it, locating the
wallet quickly. Not bad.about a hundred in cash, plus a couple of credit
cards. I can spend the cash and use the cards tonight, then sell the cards
to a druggie. He'll use them, and take the fall when they come back hot. I
slipped a bunch of CD's into a small sack I carried, along with a nice
camera, and a walkman. I wish I'd had time to case the place from the
inside. There was a computer there which would have gotten me at LEAST $300.
Okay, that's about all I can carry. All told, I should get about $200 for
the merchandise, not to mention the cash, and cards. Not too bad a take for
one night. I headed back towards the bedroom door, and my escape. That's
when I heard the scariest noise of my life."Mommy? MOMMY!"
Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Oh, doom on Dave. Just my luck, one of the kids had seen
me, or heard me. The kid called again. "MOMMY! I'm THIRSTY!!" Shit, maybe
I'm not dead, after all. I ducked behind a door, and bowed my head as a
light came on in the bedroom. Damn, there goes my escape route. I heard
footsteps as the blonde came out, headed for the kitchen. A few seconds
later, she reappeared, and went into the kid's room with a glass. I heard
her whisper a few words to the kid, then saw her go back to her room with
the glass. Finally, I heard the click as she turned out the light. I was
sure she'd hear the booming of my heart, as my pulse doubled. Finally, I
exhaled. I gave myself a few minutes, then moved out of the shadows. Move
NOW, while her vision isn't used to the dark, Dave! I moved as fast as I
could, and just as I thought I was home-free, I heard the distinct SNAP! As
my foot came down on and broke some small toy, lying on the floor. The
blonde sat up in bed, looking around. She clutched a sheet to her ample
chest, and for just a second, I remembered how long it had been since I'd
had the pleasure of a woman squirming under me. Her eyes moved in my
direction, and widened as she saw me. Her mouth opened, and I heard her
sharp intake of breath. Dropping my sack, I jumped across her bed, tackling
her, slapping my hand across her mouth, as I landed on her. For a few
seconds, panic had her paralyzed, and I knew I had to move before she
recovered, and started to struggle. I grabbed her hands, and gripped them
above her head, while I ripped the sash from the loose robe she was sleeping
in. I wound one end around her hands, tying it securely, while stuffing a
sock in her mouth. For some reason, I found myself checking it before I put
it to use, to see if it was clean. "Why do I care, as long as she doesn't
scream?", I thought to myself. I straddled her and whispered harshly, "You
don't make a noise, you and your kids get to wake up in the morning, get
me?" Her fearful eyes never blinked, as she nodded quickly. I still had one
hand on her bound wrists, and one on her mouth. Well, now that I had her
under my firm control, I might as well take a few extra minutes to see if
I'd missed anything I could carry easily. I grabbed a belt off the back of
her bedroom door, and cinched it around her ankles, and used another to tie
her bound hands to the headboard. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Be a good
girl, and keep quiet, you hear?" Just to make sure she knew I meant it, I
flicked open my switchblade right in front of her eyes. She went rigid when
she saw it, but didn't even squeak. I went back and rifled her purse again,
finding her secret stash. About $40 more. Just out of curiosity, I glanced
at her driver's license. Shanna. Hmmm.pretty name, for a damn fine-looking
woman. Back to work. In the living room, I unplugged the boombox, and VCR.
Might as well take everything I can get, after all. Back in the bedroom, I
could see she'd been struggling against her bonds. I put down my haul, and
approached her. "Shanna, you've been naughty. Were you trying to get loose?"
Panic welled up in her eyes again, as she shook her head from side to side.
Her movements caused those big tits to sway back and forth. I felt my cock
stir at the sight. "I think you were, Shanna. That was something I told you
not to do, wasn't it?" As I whispered to her, my gloved hands slowly parted
her robe. I felt my breath quicken as I viewed her tits. Smooth, creamy
white skin, and her nipples were hard. I couldn't resist. I cupped one tit
in my hand, and squeezed the nipple. Her eyes closed, and I could hear her
sigh behind her gag. I slid my hand down her belly, to her panties.which she
wasn't wearing! Now, I was fully hard, and my cock was extremely
uncomfortable in my tight black pants. "I think you need to be punished for
disobeying me, Shanna." I saw her eyes go wide again, as I slipped one
leather-clad finger into her pussy. It was drenched, and my finger easily
parted her lips, stabbing deep. I felt her warmth right through the thin
leather. I was getting light-headed with desire. This was the closest I had
been to a woman in 6 years, and I desperately needed to get some pussy. I
felt her start to shudder, and looked back up at her.her eyes were tightly
shut, and her breathing was ragged. She was coming! I could smell the musky
odor of her cunt, permeating the room, and knew I was just going to have to
sample her. I drew my finger out of her, and said, "I want you to lay really
still now, Shanna. I'm not going to hurt you, but dammit, I need some sex.
You're here, so you're going to provide it. I'm going to undo your ankles,
but remember I have my blade. Relax, and I'll be gone before you know it." I
climbed on the bed, and tugged the belt off her ankles. She moved her ankles
apart, and waited for me to make my move. "Good, you're going to be sensible
about this." I whispered, "I'm glad to hear that." She nodded slowly. I
undid the buckle of my pants, and pulled down the zipper. As I slid my pants
down, my throbbing cock sprang free. There was already a drop of pre-cum
glistening at the tip. She looked down at my cock, and one eyebrow raised
inquisitively. It looked like she was interested in my size! Well, at 7",
I'm not exactly a porn star, but I can hold my own. I moved between her
thighs, and touched her pussy again. She was wetter than before. I lifted my
gloved finger to the mouth hole in my ski mask, and tasted it. DAMN, it's
been too long! I spread her legs further apart, and lowered myself onto her.
My cock slipped around her saturated opening, as I realized, she was bare
between her legs. Oh, how I love a shaved pussy! This was lucky, indeed. I
took my cock in hand, and moved it until it slid into her a little. She
gasped a little, and I positioned myself above her. At long last, I slid
deep into that silky moist smoothness. Oh, SHIT, she felt good. Part of me
wanted to just pound her fast, until I blew my load, so I could hurry up and
leave. Better sense didn't win, however, as I sank my length into her again
and again, slowly. I felt her move, and her legs wound around my waist.
Well, I'll be damned, she's enjoying this! Oh, well I don't have a problem
with that. I started a smooth pistoning motion with my hips, slowly building
the electric feeling in my balls. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I
bent, and took her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting at it. As I
did, I felt her breathing go erratic again, and knew she was really getting
off on what I was doing. My balls began to snug up to me, and I knew I
wasn't going to last much longer. Her hips suddenly bucked, and her pussy
tightened on my shaft. That's all it took, as I arched my back and shot off
a massive load into her slick channel. My arms locked up, and I shuddered as
I felt her muscles milk every last drop from my cock. As my breathing slowly
returned to normal, I felt her moving under me, and looked down at her. She
was bucking her crotch against my cock, trying to keep it hard! DAMN, she
WAS getting off on this. Okay, let's keep going. Her face turned red, and I
realized she was having trouble breathing. "If I loosen that gag, are you
going to make me cut you?", I whispered. A quick shake of her head told me
she wouldn't, so I grudgingly pulled a little of the sock out of her mouth.
Her breathing became deeper and easier, and I shifted my weight to give her
more space. I saw her looking up at me, and she arched her eyebrow again,
inquisitively. I pulled the sock all the way out of her mouth, keeping my
arm cocked to jam it back in again. She whispered softly, "Will you give me
a drink of that water? I always get thirsty after I come." I kept my weight
on her As I reached for the glass, then I held it to her lips. She thirstily
drank it down. When she finished, I put the glass back on her headboard, and
made a startling discovery.all this moving around had gotten me worked up
all over again! My bone was as hard as an eighteen year-old's. She could
tell that much, as well, and rolled her hips under me. "That feels good,"
she whispered, "Want some more of me?" I was stunned. Here I was thinking I
was going to go down for rape, and she was offering me MORE. I slid myself
into her, experimentally, and she gasped. "Put the sock back in, please.I
get kind of loud, and don't want to wake my kids." I obliged, and the
sensations in my cock took over once again. I let my hips fall into that old
smooth rhythm, and she matched me. I couldn't believe how wet her slit was.
It was like satin, and so slippery I had a little trouble staying in. Since
I had had one big one, I knew it'd take some extra effort and time before I
got off again, so I decided to concentrate on making her come again. It
didn't take me long before I felt the muscles inside her clench around me. I
started pushing each thrust deeper and deeper, trying to hit the back walls
of her pussy. Hey eyes flew open, and I saw them almost roll completely back
in her head. I backed almost all the way out, and slammed home with every
inch and every ounce of strength I had available. Her back arched, and her
spasms almost threw me off. She shuddered for almost a full minute, then
collapsed under me. Her chest was heaving, but she was out like a light.
"Holy SHIT, she passed out!", I thought to myself. Now HERE was some
territory I had never explored before. I lay there, my bone still throbbing
in our combined juices, as she slowly came around. Her whole body was
trembling beneath me, and I took a second to let her come around completely.
Then, to her shock, I started pistoning once again. I could see her jaws as
they locked on the sock, and the red flush rising into her cheeks again. I
paused long enough to pull her legs up over my shoulders. I hunched over
her, and began a rapid pace of strokes. I had read about a trick years ago,
and it came suddenly to mind. I started a rhythm of 5 shallow strokes, and 3
deep. Concentrating on the counting distracted me from coming too quickly,
and the pacing was driving her wild with lust. Her hands were straining
against the robe sash I had tied around her wrists. She was thrashing her
head back and forth, and making little grunting sounds. That's when I heard
the sound of cloth tearing, and looked up in shock to see her shred the
sash, and pull her hands free. She immediately grabbed me by the ass, spit
out the sock, and snarled, "Fuck me hard.I want to come again, and this
time, I want you to come with me. FUCK ME NOW!!!"
Okay, I can take an order as well as the next guy! I began pounding myself
into her, really swinging for the bleachers. Her grunts had dissolved into a
high-pitched whimpering whine. I could tell I was getting the job done when
I started bottoming out, hitting the very back wall of her slippery twat.
Her warmth washed over me again, and I felt that familiar rumble start in my
balls. "Oh, no.not yet, I'm not!", I thought. At least that's what I thought
before I felt her long nails dig into the flesh of my back, and start
gouging. Damn, why did she have to do THAT? My strokes became faster, and my
rhythm started to falter. My balls started to tighten up, and I could feel
the swelling of my rigid cock. Apparently, so could she, and I heard her
whisper, "Give me that stuff right here in my mouth, you horny bastard.I
want to taste it!" That's all I had time to hear, I started blasting my
cream as soon as she said it. I withdrew my shaft from her dripping hole,
and a streamer of my come shot toward her face, landing across her cheek. I
laid back, and she curled up, cramming her mouth around my cock, and milking
it for every drop of my come. That started a whole new set of tremors in me,
and I started to come all over again! My back arched, my toes curled, and my
whole body shook convulsively. Her soft tongue laved my entire cock, as it
continued to pump out it's massive load. Her hands milked my balls, trying
to coax out every last tiny drop of my juice. Finally, totally spent, my
cock started to soften, even under her expert actions. She switched to
gently licking my swollen ball sack, and that got the last few shocking
sensations out of me. She lay back, slowly licking her fingers, and using
them to capture all the come from her face. My mind slowly came back to me,
and I remembered that I had come here to rob her after all. I stood up,
clumsily fastened my pants, and grabbed the sack of loot. As I was
staggering out the door, I heard her whisper, "I never lock that door. Come
back again, and I'll let you meet my roommate." I heard her giggle one last
time as I stumbled through the back yard, and over the fence. I'll cash this
stuff in tomorrow.I need some damn SLEEP. Who knows, though? Maybe I'll
decide I missed something over there.
