Message-ID: <11727eli$9805301640@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: zifferman@aol.com (Zifferman) Subject: burglar 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998053017222300.NAA10837@ladder01.news.aol.com> The burglar kept the gun trained on Robert and tugged down his sweat pants with his free hand. His unbound cock suddenly cleared the waist of his pants and sprung out from his body and bobbed obscenely. Robert couldn't believe his eyes. The man's penis was at least nine inches long and at thick as Michelle's wrist. It had a slight upwards curve to it. The black massaged his cock with his free hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth. Robert could almost feel it vibrate in the air, much like the way a fine bass guitar is felt rather than heard. The black lifted the rear hem of Michelle's skirt and flipped it back to reveal her shapely ass. Smiling wickedly, he ripped the delicate pink lace panties from her and tossed them at Robert's face. The panties hit them slip away. Robert could feel the cool air on his cheeks from Michelle's damp panties. "Don't do this, man! I'll pay you anything!" Robert pleaded. The burglar only smiled and worked his horse cock to diamond hardness. He them positioned it at Michelle's pouty pussy. Her eyes suddenly opened and she rose on her palms to look back over her shoulder. Her gasp sent shivers of fear down Robert's spin. "I can't take that! Please...." she begged. The burglar ignored her pleas and slip his cock-tip and down her groove. She shuddered involuntarily and moaned again, loudly. Robert suddenly became aware of an odd feeling. Looking down into his lap he saw that his own penis was fully erect and lifting Michelle's torn panties. His heart leapt into his throat. How could this be? "Hey! Lookit that little pecker!" the Negro boomed. Michelle dreamily opened her eyes and regarded her husband's smallish prick. She narrowed her eye brows and looked at it with disdain. The burglar slipped an inch of his bloated cock into Robert's wife's snug snatch. Michelle's eyes clenched and she hissed through her grinding teeth. "Tell me you want it!" the burglar commanded. "Please....don't make me...." Michelle hissed. "Say it!" "I....I want your cock...please", Michelle said softly. "No. Say it loud. Say it with feeling!" "I...I want your black cock!" she hissed. "Go on!" "I want your big black cock in me. I want to feel you deep in my belly!" "You're a natural, kid", the black laughed. The burglar began slowly sliding his organ into her body. The resistance of her tight vagina caused his long cock to bend and buckle, but he slowly increased his depth. Michelle moved her ass from side to side and up and down, trying to accommodate the massive invader. Keeping the muzzle pointed at Robert he reached around with his free hand and cupped one of Michelle's swinging breaths. "Ohhhh..." she said with a shudder. "You like to have those tits played with, huh?" "Yes! Play with my tits!" Precum was drooling from the end on Robert's pink prick. He cursed his body for it's betrayal. He noticed that the forward movement of the black man's cock had stopped in Michelle's gash. Robert knew that the black had hit bottom. There was still two full inches of unused cock left! The black slowly pulled part-way out then slid it back in. He increased his tempo with each thrust. Within minutes his thrusts were so violent that the movement lifted Michelle's hips off the table and force her to her tippy toes. "Yes! Yes! Yes!.." Michelle wailed. She looked sadly at Robert, who's hand had subconsciously moved to stroke his own erection. "I'm so sorry, Robert! I can't help it! Please forgive me!" "I forgive you, love," he responded in a whisper. Sweat dripped from the burglar's chin and he seemed to be lost in concentration as he jack- hammered the blond. A ring of foam formed at the base of his cock at it's deepest marking. He savaged Michelle's swinging tits. At last, he gave a mighty thrust that slid Michelle across the table. He followed, bringing his knees to her sides and continued to hammer her delicate pussy. Spittle flew from his fat lips and his eyes rolled up into his head. His thrusts became ragged, then slowed. Robert knew that the black had drained his balls deep into his wife's quim. Michelle's body writhed beneath the burglar. She forced herself back against his cock and wiggled her ass uncontrollably. Gasping for breath, the black finally slid his slackening erection from her ruddy cunt. "No..." Michelle protested softly. Robert looked down at his hand and realized that he had cum. A modestly riverlette of frosty white liquid drained down his knuckles. The black's cock hung limply from his crotch. It was glistening with his own spooge and Michelle's natural lubricant. Even now, with it limp, it was a massive organ. "Get up!" he ordered Michelle between gasps. "Your little missus is gonna show me where the jewelry be. You stay right there, white boy, or I cap the bitch." "Do as he says, Robert." She pleaded. As soon as Robert heard them on the second-story floor he ran for the kitchen phone. "Damn" he thought. "The line's cut!" Maybe Michelle had her cellular phone in her gym bag! Robert began fishing through her sweaty gym clothes when something caught his eye. He lifted a Polaroid picture from Michelle's gym bag and stared at the image with disbelief. There was Michelle, in her workout duds, standing next to the burglar. Only now, the burglar was dressed in tight shorts and had a red tank top with the words "Trainer" across the chest. From their smiles in the picture it was obvious to Robert that they were quite friendly. When Michelle returned to the kitchen she collapsed at Robert's feet. "Oh my God! I thought it would never end! He left by the back gate dear. We are free of him." "I should call the police, dear", Robert said, running his hand over Michelle's head. "No! You can't! I mean, he knows where we live and he might come back! Let's just try to forget that this ever happened. Okay?" Robert looked down at his beautiful wife. He could see a pool of foamy spooge forming on the floor under her pussy. He thought she had never looked sexier. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----