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Burglar M/f Rape pedo
by Samara.
It was supposed to be a quick and easy job! Straight in, collect all
the gear then leg it.
I'd done my homework. Spent the past two weeks casing the
neighbourhood, posing as a religious nut looking for converts. It's a
favourite ruse that guarantees most people will ignore you as harmless.
But it does allow you to knock on doors, the purpose being to
discover
which homes are occupied during the day and which are empty. You can
even
return several days in a row calling again on the homes where there was
no
reply previously. This allows you to build a picture of the whole area
and
identifies the which homes can be targeted safely and which are
surrounded
by prying eyes.
Yes...I'd done the homework. I'd even done one job three days before
on
another street and figured the neighbourhood was good for another two or
three jobs. This was only my second, and it should have been easy!
I was dressed in a suit and tie carrying a battered, dog-eared bible
and
a handful of religious tracts, calling at a few of the other empty
houses
in my role as the bible basher. A subtle deception that should satisfy
the
curiosity of any onlookers.
Once on the target doorstep, I rang the doorbell. Well, you never
know,
someone may have unexpectedly stayed at home and it maintains the
deception. As expected there was no answer so I quickly opened the door
using a useful tool of the trade, but before going in I mimed at the
doorway showing a religious pamphlet to an imaginary occupant.
Then I was in. I quickly closed the door and listened for signs of
anyone at home, there may have been someone ill in bed! Not a sound.
Next
I entered the lounge and carefully looked out of the window checking the
street and the windows of the houses opposite. All quiet, a successful
entry.
To work. The first task is to locate a suitable bag. A holdall is
preferable, but a suitcase will do. Of course I don't bring my own,
that
would look very suspicious. Why wander the neighbourhood with an empty
bag
when every home has them!
Most people keep them upstairs in a bedroom cupboard so I went up and
located a holdall on the top shelf of the main bedroom wardrobe. I
began
by sorting the lady's jewellery, choosing only those items I knew from
experience would be valuable. The gentleman's dresser can also yield
some
choice items and this home was no exception. I found a very nice Rolex
watch and some gold cufflinks and placed them safely in one of the zip
pockets of the bag.
For the next fifteen minutes, I continued to move through the
bedrooms
picking choice items such as the latest CDs, small electrical goods
etc. I
was just about finished upstairs when I heard the unmistakable sound of
a
key turning in a lock.
I froze, heart pounding as the front door opened. Seconds later the
door banged shut and I carefully peered over the banister. A school
kid!
It was only two in the afternoon, what the hell was she doing home at
this
time?
I had two choices. I could leg it now, taking the stuff I had
already,
it wasn't a bad haul. Or, I could stay and finish the job. Either way
she
would see me, I wouldn't be working this neighbourhood again for quite
some
time. I anticipated I would find at least two to three times the value
of
loot downstairs than I had upstairs. For some reason, call it greed, I
chose to stay.
Dropping the holdall at the top of the stairs, I dashed down. The
girl
looked up in surprise, frozen to the spot. Just what I wanted.
However,
as I reached the bottom step she found her feet and bolted for the front
door. I was two steps behind her and moving fast.
The girl was fumbling with the lock as I reached her, crashing into
her
back and crushing her against the door. The sound of our joint
collision
with the door was loud and I cursed, hoping no one was passing outside.
Stepping back, I grabbed her arms, dragging her back towards the
stairs.
She screamed. It was a high pitched squeal that grated on my nerves.
Letting go of one arm, I clamped my hand over her mouth. She bit my
hand,
hard. It was my turn to yell! She used the diversion to wriggle free
of
my grasp and dash down the hall.
I chased after her into the lounge. She started grabbing things to
throw at me, cushions, remote controls for TV and video, even a box of
tissues! I fended them off as I cautiously edged towards her. A
porcelain
ornament hit me painfully on the forehead then fell to the floor,
smashing
into several pieces. A shame, as it was quite a nice one that I would
have
taken with me.
The girl dashed around the coffee table trying to get back to the
front
door. I reached out and grabbed a handful of white cotton school shirt
and
long blonde hair. There was a ripping sound and she screamed again. A
couple of buttons bounced on the polished wood floor. She was pulled
off
balance and fell, pulling me with her. I fell over the coffee table,
toppling it, and landed with a crash on top of a potted plant.
She struggled free again and ran off. I extracted myself from the
mess
of magazines and soil and followed her into the hall. In a surprise
move,
she didn't head for the front door, but turned and ran up the stairs.
Now
I had her, there was no escape from up there.
I caught up with her again in the main bedroom, but she defended
herself
like a cornered wildcat swinging at me with her little fists and kicking
out with her heavy school shoes. Finally I rushed her, pushing her onto
the bed and pinning her down with my weight.
She began screaming again. "Gerroffme! Gerroffme!" in a high pitch
screech. I grabbed a pillow and covered her face. She was still
screaming
and I didn't want to suffocate her! I looked around for an
alternative. I
pulled a handful of tissues from a box of Kleenex on the night stand,
and
stuffed them into her wide open mouth. She clamped her teeth together,
hard. I yelped at the pain, snatching my finger out of that vicious
trap
and she began spitting the tissues out.
I remembered I was wearing a tie and quickly pulled it from around my
neck. I pressed it into her mouth, trapping most of the tissue. I
wrapped
the tie around her head and knotted it. There, that silenced her!
The girl hadn't given up however. She started bucking like a wild
horse
at a rodeo, almost throwing me clean off the bed. She managed to get
her
hands free, using them to good effect pounding at my head. I grabbed
her
hands and looked for something to secure them with. There was a bath
robe
draped over the bed with a tie chord around the waist. Quickly pulling
the
chord off the robe, I tied her wrists together with one end and tied the
other end to the headboard.
I climbed off the bed. The girl was secure but still didn't give up,
swinging her feet trying to kick me. One of her school shoes came off
and
I had to duck. It sailed across the room and struck the window with a
loud
bang. I cringed at the noise. I decided she wasn't secure enough.
Finding some silk ties hanging in the wardrobe, I tied each ankle in
turn to the footboard of the bed. At last she stopped struggling,
perhaps
now realising the futility of it.
I went to the window and looked out on the street expecting to see
the
whole neighbourhood gathering outside to see what all the noise was
about.
It was quiet. Not a soul in sight. No curious faces at the windows of
the
houses opposite. I rushed downstairs, taking the holdall with me and
very
nearly rushed out the front door, I was in such a panic. Stopping in
the
hall to take a few breaths and calm down, I decided to finish the job I
had
come for.
As I worked, the panic eased only to be replaced with anger. I had
bruises all over my arms, legs and head and my fingers had been bitten.
I
really wanted to return the favour but I had been taught never to hit
girls
so I pushed those thoughts aside.
It only took another fifteen minutes to gather all the worthwhile
valuables and I was ready to leave. Just as I was about to open the
front
door, however, I heard a truck engine pull up outside. My heart began
racing. Had the parents come home now? I looked out the window but
there
was only a parcel delivery service truck in the street. The delivery
man
climbed from his cab carrying a parcel and made his way to the house
opposite. I could have told him no one was at home there.
I would have to wait until the delivery truck had gone before I could
leave so I decided to check on the girl. She was struggling
unsuccessfully
with the bonds at her wrists when I entered the bedroom. She gave me a
look of pure venom, her face red with anger. I smiled back.
She looked strangely appealing lying there on the bed. Her shirt,
mostly ripped open except for a single button, revealed a white vest
with
pink lace trim. Scruffy blond locks of hair half covered her face. Her
rumpled skirt had pulled up on one side, a small strip of panty fabric
just
visible, matching the vest.
I wondered how old she was. She looked no older than a kid of nine
or
ten, but she had fought with the ferocity of a teenager. I couldn't ask
her because she was gagged and I certainly wasn't going to get my
fingers
anywhere near those ping sharp cub teeth! Curiosity got the better of
me.
I undid the last button on her school shirt and flicked the tattered
remnants aside. Her chest was mostly flat with just the suggestion of
tits
pushing the vest fabric up. Still curious, I pulled the hem of the vest
roughly up to her armpits revealing small cones topped with quite large
puffy nipples.
They looked gorgeous. I ran the back of my finger over one of them,
marvelling at how firm it was yet so soft to the touch. Her nipple
stiffened, standing proud, a rigid rubber cylinder that looked just like
one of those little erasers on the top of school pencils. My cock began
to
stiffen too.
I glanced out of the window. The delivery man had given up with the
house opposite and was heading down the neighbours drive no doubt hoping
to
leave the parcel with them. No one home there either pal!
Looking back at the kid, I noticed that though she still had a red
face,
it was not anger that glowed back at me, but shame, humiliation. I
smiled
at her again, reminding her it was me calling the shots now. I sat on
the
bed next to her, taking both her tits in my hands, enjoying the firm but
soft texture of her undeveloped breasts and teasing her cute rubber
teats
to hard points.
I pinched both nipples between forefinger and thumb and pulled them
up
shaping her tits into tall cones. She groaned and wriggled her body
trying
to move away from my touch.
My mouth watered as I thought of sucking those nipples. Then I
thought,
'Why not!' I figured I could get her whole titty in my mouth. I wasn't
wrong. I sucked each delightful cone in turn, flicking her nipples with
my
tongue as I did so. Smiling with desire, I sucked harder drawing one of
her titties up from her chest and pulling upwards stretching her skin
until
it slipped free from my mouth with a slurping sound.
I repeated the exercise with her other budding boob, but this time
gripping her prominent erect nipple with my teeth. The kid screamed but
the gag muffled the sound so that it sounded more like an urgent moan.
By now, my cock was rock hard and felt quite painful restricted in my
shorts. Reaching down, I adjusted myself into a more comfortable
position.
Still curious, I wondered what her cunt looked like. Did she have
pussy
hair, or did she still have a bald baby cunt? I flipped the hem of her
school skirt up over her tummy revealing her white and pink lace trim
panties. Hooking my fingers into the waist band, I roughly pulled the
panties down around her thin thighs.
She was bald. Or was she? On closer inspection she did have a few
strands of blonde fluff just beginning to show on her mons. I gently
stroked the soft fluff then allowed my finger to stray to her virgin
cunt
lips, pushing my finger between her soft outer lips.
I could feel her tiny clit, a small hard lump under my finger. I
rubbed
it then flicked it with my fingernail. She flinched so I repeated the
action several times forcing her to wriggle her hips in an attempt to
evade
my rough probing.
Using both hands, I pulled her pussy lips open to gaze at her sweet,
as
yet unadulterated cunt hole. I pushed my finger into her virgin fuck
hole.
She was hot inside and just slightly damp. Her passage was tight and my
finger only eased in up to the first knuckle joint, further entrance
barred
by her unbroken hymen.
Her baby cunt looked delicious. I was filled with an overwhelming
urge
to eat her pussy so I knelt by the bed and lowered my mouth to her
virgin
sex. There was a faint whiff of sweat and stale piss. My tongue licked
her crack from cunt hole to clit then back again, lubricating and
washing
her with my saliva.
My cock was bursting for freedom. Reaching down, I undid my trousers
freeing my stiff pole and rubbed it in urgent excitement. With my free
hand I played with her titties, pulling and pinching her nipples. I
began
sucking her cunt with vigour, drawing her puffy bald pussy lips up into
my
mouth and chewing on the soft flesh, then turned my attention to her
clit.
Sucking hard I pulled it up, using my teeth to keep a grip on it just as
I
had done with her nipples, until it tore free from my mouth. I repeated
this delightful exercise several times until her clit was engorged and
poked proudly from between her pussy lips like a miniature erection.
The kid squirmed on the bed groaning loudly through the gag, tears
streaming down her angelic face.
The pressure in my balls was becoming unbearable. I would soon
unload
my wad into the bedding at the side of the bed, but that would be a
waste
of good cum when there was a fresh virgin cunt waiting for its first
stiff
cock.
I stood up and dropped my trousers. My dick bobbed up and down
eagerly,
its angry purple head glistened with copious amounts of pre-cum that
dripped lazily in long strings on to the bed. My balls rolled within
their
fleshy sack in anticipation of the forthcoming climax.
The young girls eyes went wide at the sight of my throbbing cock.
The
realisation of what was about to happen to her shocking her so much that
she wet herself. A small trickle of yellow liquid erupted from her cunt
lips like a spring, then suddenly a jet of piss shot from between he
legs
in an arc to splash on the carpet at the foot of the bed.
As the stream weakened, the arc of piss grew smaller splashing on the
footboard then soaking the duvet between the girl's outstretched legs.
The
jet ended as suddenly as it had began, a final two or three spurts
landing
on the whit and pink lace panties still stretched between her thighs,
the
last dribbles running down the length of her bald cunt and between her
ass
cheeks to soak into the duvet.
The girls panties would make it awkward for me to lie between her
legs
comfortably. I tried to pull them down some more but could not get them
further than her knees. I untied one leg, quickly slipped the wet scrap
of
fabric off her foot then retied her leg to the footboard. The wet patch
of
duvet between her legs didn't look particularly comfortable either, so I
grabbed the discarded bath robe and spread it over the wet patch.
I lay on the bed next to the girl, forcing my knees under her legs.
This lifted her ass of the bed allowing my cock to slip up between her
stretched thighs.
I took hold of my stiff prick and pressed the swollen glans to her
wet
crack. By rubbing my cock up and down the split between her cunt lips I
forced them open, bathing her inner lips and clit with my pre-cum.
With urgent haste, I pressed my cock head into her incredibly tight
fuck
hole. I had only pushed the tip of my glans in when I felt the
resistance
of her hymen barring further progress. I pushed harder, but the barrier
held. Withdrawing slightly I prepared for a sudden sharp lunge, but in
my
haste to split her baby cherry my aim wasn't true and my rigid shaft was
deflected out of her cunt and ploughed a furrow between her pussy lips
to
spread pre-cum over her bare mons.
For the second attempt I took a firm hold of my cock and aiming
carefully plunged in with one swift decisive movement. There was a
moment
when irresistible force met an immovable barrier, but then her hymen
gave
and my throbbing probe sank into her hot cunt.
The kid stiffened and tried to scream through the gag. I marvelled a
the capacity of a child's cunt to accommodate most of my cock as I slid
in
and out of her tight hole. Her cunt lips were stretched wide as my
stiff
rod, slick with love juice and blood, rammed into her.
I bent my head to her tits, once again sucking them and nipping them
with my teeth as before. The pressure within my balls grew and my
pumping
action became faster, more urgent, until finally with a long groan my
cock
finally erupted, filling her baby cunt with thick spurts of cum.
The girls tight pussy was incapable of containing the copious
quantity
of spunk and it oozed from her hole, tainted pink with her blood,
despite
the substantial plug of my cock. I lay exhausted, panting for breath,
my
head on her chest licking her swollen abused nipples. Gradually the
stiffness in my cock receded and the tightness of her well fucked pussy
hole squeezed it out.
Outside, a car drove past. It didn't stop, but the sound reminded me
I
needed to leave, soon! I jumped of the bed and hopped to the window,
checking the street as I pulled my trousers up. The delivery truck was
no
longer there. I didn't hear it leave! The street was quiet again, so I
left the bedroom quickly and skipped down the stairs.
I grabbed the bag of loot and slipped out the front door and walked
calmly long the road.
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Samara