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Subject: {ASSM} Night Intruder
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Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 06:10:08 -0500
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Night  Intruder
 
 

Eyes wide staring at the  ceiling, shadows from the wind blown branches, 
whipping along the walls of the  room.  Maggie lay quietly, the cool breeze 
giving a delicious chill.   The pitter, patter of rain drops pelting the 
window glass and walking across the  roof as of little footsteps.  It was an 
autumnal early November  night.  The house was quiet, as she was enjoying the 
brief respite of being  alone.  The kids were visiting with their aunt and 
most likely having a  wonderful time.  She had the weekend, till Sunday 
afternoon anyway to spend  as she wished.  Stay up late, sleep late the world was 
her oyster, at least  for a few days.  
Deciding whether to go downstairs and crank up the computer, or go to the  
kitchen for a snack or maybe watch a late movie, many possibilities there  
were.  And the time to enjoy each one singularly or in combination.  A  
twilight trance state, where the mind was aware of the surroundings, but not  
directly the body to react to them, was where she was at.  The cool breeze  
again blowing over her pj's as she lay on the bedcovers.  Her shoulders  twitch 
with a shiver.  Her eyes close and dozing she awakes with a start at  a 
noise nearby and then a cloth thrown over her head.  A muffled scream,  quickly 
stifled by a hand over the cloth and a voice close to her ear  whispers,  
"quiet my little liebchen,  I don't want to  hurt you."  The voice is 
soothing, but there is an edge of menace.   "Lay still, hands at your side", the 
voice commands.  
Through the cloth the glare of a flashlight, shines around the room and 
over the  bed.  Not moving, arms at her side and legs stretched straight out,  
a  soft intake of breath the only sound.  Movement around the bed and the  
flashlight glare bouncing around the room.  A hand grasps her left wrist  and 
raising it above her head and to the left attach's a cloth tie around her  
wrist.   Raising her head, a hand again covers her mouth and the voice  
whispers, " do not resist me or make noise".  Her head again settles down  to 
the pillow, and her body is shaking not from the cool air, but from the fear  
that is gnawing at her.  Her right hand is now lifted and pulled above and  
to the right, secured at the wrist.  
Now the flashlight is turned off and it is pitch black under the cloth.   
The cloth is lifted and the flashlight is turned on her eyes and then off,  
blinding her in the sudden darkness.  Gently her head is lifted and   stickem 
eye patches and then a blindfold is placed over her eyes.  A roll  of cloth 
is wedged between her lips and teeth. and tied behind.  It is  darkness, 
pure and frightening.  Her mouth alternates between dry and moist  as she 
worries the gag.
Now her ankle is  secured with a tie and then pull to the right and 
tightened to the bed.   Her left ankle is secured in the same manner.  Spread 
eagled she is  blind.  Her breath is short and quick, and a stream of saliva 
trickles out  the left side of her mouth.  An opening of the window and a quick 
cool  breeze, assaults her sweaty body.  The pj's are wet and clammy.  Long, 
 very long seconds go by with no sound.  Then the click of a light switch  
but no light penetrates to her eyes.  The switch is clicked back and forth  
and whether the light is on or off, the mind can not tell anymore.  
As she lay there, she can sense the closeness of a presence, and then the 
feel  of a soft touch on her neck.  So light and quick and then again, and  
again.  Now it is a long light stroke.  The caress of a feather, so  soft and 
tantalizing.  Stroking the tender white flesh of her neck.   And then it 
softly traces the vee of her pajama top.  Again and again, it  flicks over the 
sensitive skin.  Now rubbing along her ear lobe.  A  finger brushes at her 
hair, pushing it back from her forehead.  A touch of  lips on the tip of her 
nose and then on her  chin.
The bed sways at the weight of a  body leaning on it.  A movement, and the 
top button of her pj's is  undone.  The next button is undone in a second 
and then the third.   the fourth and final button is undone, and the cool wind 
blows up the middle of  her chest.  A gap of flesh an inch wide, prickles 
with goose bumps.   Maggie's nipples are distending under the flannel cloth.  
The stars and  moons imprinted on the pajamas  move shaking slightly as a 
shiver start  from her shoulders and moves down her chest and stomach and 
then hips and a  shake of bare feet.
The feather teasing,  runs down the open material of the top.  Her chest 
expands and breathe  whistles through gagged lips, now parched.  Her torso 
shakes as the feather  taunts the exposed flesh.  Now the left side of the top 
is pulled aside,  and the dark red nipple is pointing proud and hard at the 
ceiling.  The  weight is lifted from the bed and then the window closes.  
The gag is taken  from her mouth and a quick splash of water, moistens her 
lips.  The bed  again sinks as weight is resting again.  A quick moan escapes 
Maggie's lips  as the feather taunts and teases the hardened sensitive 
nipple.  Again and  again and again it slide over and around the hard nub.  Moans 
louder escape  the clenched lips.  Closing to hold back the sound, but 
ripped open with  the slightest touch of the fluff.  Pulling the right side of 
the shirt from  her chest, the feather quickly taunts the right nipple.  
The bed is in constant movement as the feather touches here and there.  The 
 moans are quick, but gaining in volume to the increasing speed of the 
feather  touches.  As the feather circles and caresses the right nipple, lips 
suck  gently on the left nipple.  Teeth nip at the carmine flesh.  Holding  
and pulling the teat upward.  The tongue licking at the tip.  A long  moan, 
punctuates the cool night air, back arching to follow the rising  teat.  As 
the nipple slides from the teeth, the body bounces on the soft  bed and a 
stillness is in the room.
Maggie's breathing now settling into a steady rhythm, after minutes of no  
movement or sound.  Then as the muscles relax on her face, the feather  
walks across her belly, causes her body to jerk and a long groan to part her  
lips.  A whimpering of, not pain, but excitement now a steady sound, as  again 
and again the feather, caresses the stomach and twin mounds of her breasts  
and the elongated tips of her nipples.  The feather fly's down her exposed  
sides, causing her body to twist and a long "nooooooo" to fill the  room.
A finger grasps the waistband of  the pajama pant and lifting, the feather 
quickly flits under the cloth.   Touching at the short brown curls.  
Circling the navel and then up across  the belly.  "OOOOhhhhhh."  Now is the word 
that fills the room.   Pulling at the waistband, and lifting the hips 
slightly, the bottoms pass over  her cheeks and now are lodged at the top of her 
thighs.  A hand passes  across the left hip and then slides along the inside 
of the flannel cover  thigh.  Tracing a path down to her ankle.  The left 
restraint is  released and the pant leg is quickly pulled off of the crooked 
leg.   Quickly the leg is secured and the right leg of the flannel pants are 
pulled  down to lay on the side of the bed by her  ankle.
Exposed to the light, if it is  on, Maggie's womanhood lays agape and 
glistening.  The feather again is  tracing a path over her small bush and then 
down lightly caressing the swollen  lips of her pussy.  Down along the inner 
thigh and down the calve.   Tickling at the ankle and then along the top of 
the foot and then across and up  along the other calve and knee and thigh.  
Then the feather painting the  juncture of thigh torso.  Touching the 
trembling, pulsing vein in the  groin.  Then again slowly , ah so slowly gliding 
over the swollen lips,  touching the arching pubes, as her hips push into the 
air, seeking the velvet  touch of the feather.
Maggie's lips are  wetted by her flicking tongue.  Breathing through her 
nose in hard inhales  and exhales.  Seeming to have trouble catching her 
breath.  Again the  tips of her teats are teased and moans are the reward for 
these  ministrations.  The weight leaves the bed again and then drawers are 
slid  open and closed.  Again the weight on the bed and silk panties are drawn  
across the swollen nipples, slowly dragged. Moans again the reward to the 
black  clad intruder.  The silk caressing the soft downy hairs of Maggie's 
stomach  and then over the wet swollen lips of her pussy.  Again and again the 
silk  slides over the soft sensitive flesh.  Thigh muscles tensed to the 
caress  of nipples.
Fingers reach out and push  aside the outer lips of  the pussy.  Spreading 
them and then the soft  bristles of the feather run along the inner lips.  A 
long whimper as the  feather traces the lips and then the fingers spread 
the upper lips and the  feather tip now touches the red hooded clit.  Now a 
quick cry, almost a  keening, fills the room, body arching to escape the 
assault of the soft  feather.  "please, no, no, no,ooohhhh".  The words almost  
indistinguishable as language.  
A finger quickly fills the open tunnel, spearing Maggie's pussy.  Another  
finger joins the first and then a third wedges in the wet tunnel.  The  
feather pressing firmly on the swollen clit, circling and  tickling.
Again the weight is lifted  from the bed, and light footsteps move to the 
window.  It is thrown wide  open, and a gust of wind, shakes Maggie's body 
with it chill.  A click of a  light switch and then the blindfold is lifted 
from her eyes and the eyes pads  removed.  As her eyes readjust, a shadowy 
form is at the foot of the bed in  front of the window.  Slowly the form  
slides onto the foot of the bed  and up to her spread thighs.  The hot swaying 
head of a penis touches her  lips and slowly pushes into her sweltering 
tunnel.  A exhalation of air and  her hips push at the invading shaft.  Opening 
and grasping at the hard  flesh.  Lips fasten on her left nipple and suck at 
the distended  tissue.
Now the hard cock is slowly  moving deep into her pussy.  The ball sack 
smacks against her nether  cheeks.  Then the shaft is slowly pulled out, till 
just the head is grasped  by her lips.  The feather again strokes at her clit 
and this time a scream  would have escaped her lips but for the moist lips 
and tongue that push into her  mouth.  The shaft slides down again and then 
back up, the feather swiping  across her clit again.  Her hips are pushing 
up to meet the raised  shaft.  Arching like a bridge to keep the cock between 
her lips.  
And then the shaft sinks easily deep into her tunnel, pushing her ass 
cheeks  deep into the bed.  Now weight pushing at her stomach, the cock pulls out 
a  couple of inches and saws back and forth rapidly.  A long low moan and 
then  Maggie's hips buck, and her thighs squeeze as best they can at the 
man's  hips.  Pushing and shaking as an orgasm fills her womanhood.  Jerking  
and then finally subsiding.  The man again and again strokes deep into the  
warm grasping pussy and then a long a quick stroke and deep inside the hot cum 
 spurts. Two, three, four spurts.  
Lifting his lips from Maggie's, he slide up straddling her chest and then 
leans  over, his semi-hard cock now dangling and then slowly lowered to her 
lips.   She sucks and licks the flesh, cleaning the cum and pussy juice from 
the  shaft.  Slowly it elongates again and like a lollipop her mouth licks 
the  hot shaft, sucking on the mushroom head.  The intruder, again slides 
down  her hips and then down her thighs and his mouth seals itself to her wet 
soaking  pussy.  Sucking and licking the mixed  juices.
Maggie's hips are wiggling as he  slides  off of her and pulls off his 
black shirt and sleep pants.   Undoing her ankles her slides up and then reaches 
over her head and undoes her  wrists.  Pulling the blindfold off and the 
eye pads, she rolls over on her  side.  The man curls behind her and as she 
lifts a thigh, he slides his  semi swollen cock into her moist pussy.  
Reaching over his fingers tweak  her nipple and caress the breast.  His lips nuzzle 
at her neck.  Her  hand is between her legs, rubbing the ball sack.  With 
the wind blowing and  the pit pat of rain, they fall asleep joined as 
interlocking pieces in a  puzzle. 
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