Casing The Andersons

[RockYourWorld]

This is closed for me and Quietlady....everyone else, read and enjoy!

John and Helen Anderson had waited for this particular house to go on the market for over two years. It wasn’t terribly different than the other houses on the cull de sac, but it did back out to the bay. The Andersons had always loved being active, loved the water, and spend many weekends on their 30 foot sloop, Good Investment.

John was a stock broker and Helen was a stock broker’s wife. They had decided to remain childless, never finding the time to sacrifice from their fun to actually give birth to one. Travel, fine restaurants, the best clothes, only the best furniture, and good times – that was the Andersons.

But of course, nothing good lasts forever, and that fact is made worse when things go bad gradually, not dramatically. Helen had always enjoyed sex with John but recently more and more, it didn’t seem to be a good idea for John. And when it did happen, it was so vanilla. She remembered those nights when John would please her orally for hours and hours, and how he would seem to explode when she went down on him. Now, a few pumps in the missionary position, and that was that.

Helen wondered if John was cheating on her, but there didn’t seem to be much evidence of that besides his disinterest in her. She had to be honest…she wasn’t all that interested in him, either. She still loved him, and she knew that he loved her. They were in a rut.

They went to bed that night in this house they had wanted for so long. All of their clothes in their walk-in closets, all their furniture arranged just so, and their valuables of all types placed throughout the house. Helen lay awake, wondering what it would take to shake her and John out of their rut, when she heard what sounded like the front door of the house opening.

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Eddie Perkins was good at what he did. It just was too bad that what he did was illegal. He was a burglar, and he picked his targets well. That was the secret to good (or bad?) burgling, picking the target. This rich stock broker had just moved into this house not too long ago, and probably hadn’t totally secured his valuables. Even if he had, Eddie was better than any safe he had ever met.

When he bypassed the alarm and picked the lock to the front door, he let himself in to what he knew would be his biggest score yet. Things went well for awhile, but things were getting too quiet. He had located the silverware and a nice collection of art that easily came out of their frames. But as Eddie began to prepare himself for the trip upstairs where he knew he would find jewelry, his criminal senses told him something was wrong.

True to his senses, Eddie felt a sudden blow to the back of his head. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, which his attacker found somewhat surprising. John Anderson had been roused from his sleep when she heard Eddie break in. Deciding to take things on himself, John didn’t call 911. Maybe he too was feeling in a rut with Helen. Maybe he thought some macho bravado would impress her. Whatever he was thinking, he had seen too many movies where you can hit a guy with a golf club and he falls like a sack of potatoes. All it did was make the guy mad, which was why Eddie grabbed the golf club from John and hit him with it. That didn’t knock John out either, but it did disorient him long enough to allow Eddie to grab him by the neck and drag him back to the master bedroom suite.

Helen screamed when Eddie dragged John into the room and threw him on a nearby desk chair. Eddie looked at her and laughed as he took some rope from his duffel bag and began to tie John to the chair.

“Why are you screaming?” he said to Helen. “You’re probably the stupid bitch that told him to come get me with a golf club. He should be screaming at YOU!” Eddie finished his tying job on Eddie and topped it off by gagging him. He left his eyes uncovered.

Part of being a criminal was defending your territory. When someone struck at you, regardless of whether or not you had it coming, you had to respond with strength. If you didn’t, word was spread fast that you could be taken down. John and Helen Anderson were about to learn first hand that you didn’t mess with Eddie Perkins. As Eddie pulled off his black sweatshirt and began to unzip his pants, standing at the edge of her bed, he looked at the trembling Helen Anderson, sitting on her bed in her short green frilly nighty. He knew that she suddenly felt a million miles away from her safe and secure world.

 

[quietlady]

Helen had been lying awake for over an hour. Her husband John slept beside her, his breathing even and peaceful. She turned her head to look at him and wondered if he ever dreamed of how good it used to be between them. Helen couldn’t even remember the last time they’d had bad sex, much less anything worth the effort for her. She wondered what he would say if she woke him up in some erotic way. Helen sighed. He’d probably tell her to take a sleeping pill.

Well, there was always her little battery powered friend in her nightstand drawer. Helen had gotten so desperate a few weeks earlier that she had wrapped a scarf around her hair, put on dark glasses and gone to an adult shop on the other side of town. She’d been so embarrassed that she had almost left without making a purchase. The slender blue vibrator in the bottom of the drawer was testimony that she had gotten what she went for, however, the guilt and embarrassment over her purchase had kept her from trying it out so far.

While she lay thinking a muffled sound caught her attention. It could have been anything, the house settling, a stray dog outside sniffing around, even the refrigerator coming on. Things always sounded strange in the middle of the night. For some reason though this sound made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up and goosebumps covered her arms. She knew, just knew somehow, that it hadn’t been an innocent random noise. With her eyes fastened on the bedroom door Helen sat up and shook John by the shoulder.

“John!” she whispered hoarsely, shaking him harder when he just mumbled at her in his sleep. “John wake up!”

After a little fuss and John at first refusing to get out of bed he finally agreed to go and check when Helen had said she was going to call the police. He didn’t want to make a bad impression on their new neighbors by having he cops out front with their lights and everything. He put on his ‘big man’ act and took one of his new gold clubs from his closet. He didn’t even play golf, but they’d joined the local country club when they moved and he was determined to learn the game. Helen was too frightened to think how silly John looked trying to be all manly and impressive.

Helen knelt in the middle of the bed straining to hear what was happening. The sudden noise of scuffling and the thuds of the golf club connecting with flesh had her biting into her knuckle to keep silent. Her efforts failed when a strange man dragged John through the bedroom door and began tying him to the chair.

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening.” She chanted in her mind. These sort of things happened to other people, not to her. Her eyes widened as the burglar walked toward the bed and began removing his clothing. No, oh no…he couldn’t…he wouldn’t. Helen looked frantically at John and she saw by the angry fear in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing she was. There was only one reason the intruder would be stripping down. Helen felt fear grip her tightly and began to inch toward the far side of the bed. She would run, she could make it out the door before he caught her.

She glanced at her husband and saw him nod imperceptibly, but she hesitated. What would happen to John if she ran? How could she just leave him helpless with a maniac?

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie could see she was thinking of running, but unless she took a header out the window (about 25 feet off the ground), there was only one way out, and Eddie stood between Helen and that door. But besides, where was she going to go? Run downstairs to the phone? Eddie would be on her in seconds. Run to a neighbor’s house? Same thing- Eddie would run her down right away. But even if she were to get away, she would be leaving her husband behind. And Eddie would sure make them both pay dearly for that.

Their thoughts may have been running along the same path because Eddie could see Helen’s flight plans dissolving. Instead, she stayed on the bed, looking at him in horror. Everything was perfect just the way it was. Eddie wanted John to see Helen, see her face, see her reaction. Eddie’s back was to him, but as things began to progress the way Eddie was planning, he could always turn to John and show him how much he was enjoying the proceedings.

Eddie unzipped his black jeans and slid them down, kicking them off. Standing only in his boxers, he crawled up on John and Helen’s bed. Again, Helen didn’t seem to entertain any thoughts of escaping. She couldn’t possibly imagine what Eddie had planned for her, and it really didn’t matter. He would do what he had to do to her, but it was all for John’s benefit. John had decided to try and capture Eddie – with a golf club! – and now he would learn his lesson.

Eddie began to realize that forcing John to watch his wife with another man would be even more painful if Eddie went about it while ignoring him the whole time would humiliate John even more. So Eddie turned his attention to Helen.

“Don’t worry, baby. When this is all over, you might actually like this!” He shot an evil grin at Helen, ignoring her look of disgust. As he talked, he slipped his fingers inside his boxers and began to lower them, down over his thighs, to his knees, then moving from one knee to the other until he was naked on the bed. There for Helen to see without obstruction was his erection, pointing straight up, and hard as a cop’s nightstick. He knelt there, motionless, just to let her see it. Either she was looking at the weapon that would be used to attack her, or she was wondering about the possibilities, but whatever was going through her mind, she did indeed stare at it, eyes wide and mouth open.

Eddie could only laugh. He said nothing more, letting the action speak for him, and he crawled on his knees closer to Helen. She seemed to sink into a defensive slump as he approached, but he would have none of that. He held her up, one hand around her waist, and the other grabbing a handful of hair.

“Now now, baby, you aren’t going anywhere!” He held her up next to him on her knees, just as she was. “Don’t you suddenly feel overdressed? I can help you with that situation.” Eddie took a position behind Helen, and turned her slightly enough that she was facing John. Eddie let his hands slide down the sides of Helen’s body, then took two handfuls of the nightgown. In a slow move, meant to infuriate John even more, he lifted the gown up over her head.

“Very nice!” said Eddie, peering over Helen’s shoulder at her exposed breasts. His hands slid up her stomach until each held one of her breasts. “mmmmmmm….yes, this is gonna be FUN!” Eddie pressed his hips against Helen’s ass as he massaged her breasts. As he did so, his hardened cock explored Helen’s skin. He continued to massage her breasts, then pushed them both together, looking at John.

“Hey dude! You are one lucky man!” His hands then began to explore Helen’s body, forcing her to her hands and knees. One hand moved down to her ass, and the room reverberated with the sound of a loud SPANK. Helen reacted with a groan, which only spurred Eddie on more. He nudged her along the bed so that she was near the edge, her head right near John’s seat. Rolling her on her back, Eddie spread her legs and took position between them. John’s eyes darted from Eddie to Helen and back to Eddie. Eddie looked to Helen and saw the uncertainty in her face as she looked at John.

At that point, Eddie came up with a devilish idea.

 

[quietlady]

Like it?! He had to be crazy. She understood now what he had planned for her and she was resigned to it happening if it meant he wouldn’t really hurt them, but she would never enjoy it no matter what he…Helen’s eyes watched as the intruder slipped off his boxers and knelt naked on her bed. She swallowed convulsively, she couldn’t take her eyes off his..his..cock her mind whispered. She never used words like that, John said ladies didn’t say such things. Helen couldn’t stop watching him, she’d never seen another man nude before. Not in the flesh. John had been her only lover all these years. She licked her lips nervously and tried to take a calming breath. A guilty blush raced over her cheeks as she realized she was comparing the two men.

Helen cringed away as he came toward her but his hands were on her, lifting her turning her making her naked in front of her husband. She kept her eyes tightly clenched so she didn’t have to look at John, she couldn’t bear to see the expression that must be on his face as he was forced to watch her endure this humiliation. She tried to separate her mind from what was happening, if she could just think of something else it would all be over soon and he would leave.

His hands were on her breasts, not the gentle hands of a lover, but the lustful hands of an animal. Helen was finding it difficult not to focus on the way it felt. To her horror she realized that her nipples had gone hard. From fear, she told herself, that was all. It was the tightening lower in her body, the first tell tale signs that she was growing wet from his attentions that had her biting down on her lower lip as he forced her down onto her hands and knees.

She was shaking her head in denial when the impact of his hand on her bare skin shot through her like lightening. The irrepressible groan that came from her throat could have been pain…if only it had actually hurt…or fear..oh yes, she was afraid…afraid that it was really a groan of pleasure. He flipped her over and she felt a trickle of wetness run down between the cheeks of her ass. There was no possible way she could be liking this kind of treatment. It was wrong! She opened her eyes and looked at John. Tears welled up and ran from the corners of her eyes, she couldn’t let John find out how her body was betraying her.

Every muscle in Helen’s body tensed and her hands flew to the intruder’s chest trying to push him away. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t let him feel her response, couldn’t let him see how easily he would be able to slide into her. He was leering down at her, enjoying his power over them both.

“Nooo!” Helen had intended to scream, but all that came out was a breathy voice she didn’t even recognize. She pushed against the hard chest above her and braced her feet flat on the bed for leverage to buck him off. The feel of his hard cock against her soft belly made her gasp and she tried to shrink down into the bed to escape that contact.

“Wait…wait…please…”

 

[RockYourWorld]

She was beginning to beg. Eddie knew that would happen, and to be honest he was surprised it took this long. She had managed to hold out until now. Maybe this lady was tougher than Eddie had figured. If so, that toughness hadn’t translated into any type of attack toward him, or an escape. In fact, if he had to call it one way or the other, he would say she seemed to be almost….enjoying it?

No, that wasn’t possible.

Eddie was a lousy crook in every sense of the word. He profited on other people’s loss and misery. He had resigned himself to that a long time ago, when it seemed that no one wanted to give him a break, or cut him any slack over anything. He couldn’t see that it was because he was completely untrustworthy, in his mind it was due to a vast conspiracy against him. It caused him to lead a lonely life of stealing, fraud, and a variety of petty crimes. It was a living – he could pay his bills, but it left him very lonely.

From time to time, Eddie would find himself drifting towards emotional attachment to a woman. Usually it was women of his social class, prostitutes, drug users, etc. Occasionally, a woman like Helen would catch his fancy, and delusions of a possible relationship would run through his brain like a virus. That is, until reality smacked him good.

For just a few brief seconds, Eddie thought that perhaps Helen was enjoying being here on the bed with Eddie, enjoying the way he was touching her, maybe even enjoying the anticipation of what was about to happen. The part of Eddie that wanted all of this to be pleasant was well hidden and very very deep. But it was his outward mean and despicable personality that progressed the proceedings, the part of his personality that continued to torture this woman while her husband watched. If Eddie was going to get any pleasure out of this, he had no delusions that Helen would be sharing in that pleasure. Eddie’s pleasure would be rooted in John and Helen’s terror.

As he looked at her naked body splayed out in front of him, and John seemingly aching to reach out and do something to rescue her, Eddie felt the perverse need to have them join him in his despair. He could tell that as John and Helen looked at each other, they were bonding, connecting as they shared this awful experience. Eddie had to do something to break that bond. And he knew just what to do.

Spreading Helen’s legs further, he slid himself further down the bed and positioned his face at Helen’s pussy. Eddie was going to eat her, and he was going to enjoy it. He didn’t care what she thought about it, but as he went about his business on her, he had a feeling she might warm up to the idea. The fun part would be peeking up and seeing the look on John’s face.

She was wet, that was immediately evident. He wondered about that for a minute. Was it arousal? It had to be. Eddie allowed his tongue to explore, touching here and there, at her labia, at her clit, then teasing her as he slowly and firmly drove his tongue inside her. As he developed a rhythm doing this, he took one hand and used two fingers to massage her clit. He continued this at a slow pace, occasionally looking up to see Helen’s reaction, then looking over at John.

It was interesting. At first, John was staring back at Eddie, the proverbial daggers in his glare. But later, as Eddie began to move his mouth to Helen’s clit, closing his lips around it and sucking on it, John was forced to avert his glare to Helen. And when John looked at her, his look was more of uncertainty. She certainly wasn’t resisting, but the idea was still prevalent that this was so that Eddie wouldn’t harm either John or Helen.

Eddie looked at John and smiled as much as he could with a mouth full of pussy. Helen certainly wasn’t resisting. And if Eddie’s dripping face was any indication, she was either a VERY convincing actress or was completely coming over to Eddie’s dark side. But once again, Eddie stopped himself from thinking that there was anything in the way of emotion in what was happening here.

But one thing was for sure, as he jabbed and probed at Helen’s clit with his stiff tongue and slid two fingers into her wet pussy and began to thrust them rapidly. If Helen continued along the road she was on, the dynamics of the room, and those of all three people in it, were about to change.

 

[quietlady]

Helen covered her face with her hands. She was sure John would think it was in anguish over what was happening to her, and he would have been partly right. Anguish that what this beast was doing to her felt so damn good. Oral sex wasn’t something John cared much for, at least not giving it. He was very happy to be on the receiving end though. Now as this stranger who had forced his way into their home explored and licked every inch of her pussy she hid behind the cover of her hands to keep John from seeing the pleasure that she couldn’t help feeling. She bit into the fleshy part of her hand trying to keep from crying out when he began to thrust his fingers into her. She was so wet there was no way he couldn’t tell she was enjoying what was happening.

The tears that had begun when she looked at her husband flowed more freely now. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair. She had been faithful to John their whole marriage, had resigned herself to their waning sex life as part of being together so long. Yet now here was this man, this burglar, forcing himself on her and, God help her, if he didn’t stop she was going to orgasm right there in front of John.

Her body began to tremble and she recognized the tingling along her hips and inner thighs as signs that she would soon be beyond saving. Her hips rocked in time with the man’s thrusting fingers and she couldn’t have stopped them if she’d wanted to…and she wasn’t sure she wanted too. It had been so long…so very, very long…surely she couldn’t be held responsible for what was happening to her. She hadn’t asked for this, and if she was very careful John would never know that she’d found more pleasure from this man’s treatment of her than she ever had with him.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie wasn’t stopping. With his face buried in Helen’s pussy, and his mouth finding all of her response areas, this couldn’t get any better. Eddie smiled to himself that as he thought about this, oh yes it could get much better! He was now rocking his face toward Helen as he ate her, licking over her clit with long lashes of his tongue, then sucking her swollen button between his lips. He alternated between the two activities, knowing Helen had no defense against them.

This had to happen. Eddie was still disconnected from this enough to keep in mind his goal for performing oral sex on her. She had to cum, and she had to do it in front of John, and she had to do it loud. Eddie used every part of his criminal sensibility to spur himself on to humiliating and torturing these people. He didn’t know it, but most people would not understand his logic. He had broken into their house, and they had tried to stop him. To most people, that made perfect sense. But to Eddie and everyone in his world, that was a disrespectful act, one that meant to dishonor him and lessen who he was. And Eddie could not let that go unpunished. As long as he could make an escape, and so far he was sure he could, Helen and John would pay for trying to stop him from robbing them.

But right now, Helen didn’t seem to mind paying the price. But Eddie could tell her defenses were still strong. He knew he could get her to cum. But it had to be loud and dramatic. It had to humiliate John. Come on, Helen, Eddied said to himself as he ate her. You know you want it.

The full out assault on Helen’s pussy began as he covered her clit with his mouth and thrust two fingers in and out of her with a mad pace. It had to happen now. Eddie had other plans for her and the rest of their night together.

 

[quietlady]

Oh god, he knew…

The man had redoubled his efforts, slamming his fingers deep into her helpless pussy while he sucked at her clit. Helen couldn’t hold it any longer. Her back arched up from the bed and she cried out loudly. Her hands slid up into her hair clenching into fists as she began to thrust her hips frantically against his hand.

“Stop! Please!” She begged in direct contrast to the actions of her body. Her hips never stopped their motion, if anything they increased trying to take his fingers deeper and harder inside her. Her rapid breathing became sobs of humiliation as they racked her body making the tremors already running through her even more pronounced. She felt her pussy gush hot fluid as her orgasm took over and shook her like a leaf in a strong wind.

Helen screamed out incoherently, a sound full of both anguish and undeniable pleasure. Her hands shot down and grasped his head, to pull him closer or push him away was unclear. She ground her hips against his face prolonging her orgasm as long as she could before letting her body go limp. Her breathing slowed slightly but her tears increased. She felt beaten, her will broken. Not by physical violence, but still by force. Pleasure had been forced on her and now everything would be different. How could she face John?

She just wanted this man to go, to leave them alone so she could pretend this had never happened.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie closed his eyes and allowed his face to be showered with Helen’s gushing juices. This was his triumph. He was exerting his control and demonstrating his dominance. John had attempted to capture Eddie and Eddie couldn’t let it stand. John didn’t pay the price. Helen did.

It may have seemed that she didn’t mind Eddie’s imposition on her, but he wasn’t paying attention to her wants or feelings or her actions. He had meant for her orgasm to act as a weakening of the bond between Helen and John. It wasn’t the first time he had held people against their will. An unfortunate convenience store holdup that went bad a few years back came to mind. The three employees, despite the fact that Eddie had separated them during the standoff, had managed to aid each other through some sort of communication. Seven years of hard time later, Eddie vowed that he would never let hostages or kidnapping victims conspire against him.

The proof would be in John’s face, or more specifically, his eyes. Eddie knelt up, his hard cock hovering over Helen’s prone body, and he looked at John. John had earlier been struggling against his ropes and gag, but had ceased to do so. His eyes showed a look of disbelief, of betrayal, of violation…all the negative emotions that Eddie fed on. It had worked, at least on John. His will was broken. But what of Helen’s will?

Her pussy was warm and wet and smooth. He had experienced that with his mouth. Her moves were inviting, the way she had moved her hips toward him, the way her hands grabbed at his chest, and the awesomely sexy way she had screamed and moaned. Eddies’ warped criminal mind mis-processed everything that had happened. He didn’t see two victimized people violated in their own home. He saw more danger, his victims in need of further suppression. As it was, the terror was only beginning.

Helen’s legs were still open as she lay there attempting to catch her breath and perhaps hide her shame. As Eddie took hold of his stiff dick, he lead it to her wet pussy, and wondered what kind of look he would see in John’s eyes when Eddie and Helen were fucking right in front of him.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She could only shield her eyes from him by throwing her arms over them. The shame was to much, but the pleasure was much more. She had resigned herself to laying there thinking about poor John and the things he must be thinking of her as she allowed this man, this beast, to invade her most private places. Not that she had any control over it, but, she had been betrayed by her body.

She had liked it. Oh God had she loved it. Laying there, his tongue probing into her. His teeth grazing her clit almost as an after thought. Helen thought that would be the reaction John would get if he had been as non chalant about oral sex. But, that was neither here nor there, and being aware of the now, she could only hope he would get it over with.

Turning her head, she felt the pressure as he pushed his dick inside her waiting hole. That was what it was. There was no denying that. It was waiting. She was wet and she had just came, so now of course, he would fuck her. As he slammed home, to the hilt, she cried out. Not in pleasure but in shock. Though her shock was wasted on them both as she found out quickly that he mistook that for pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes as he began the in and out motions.

Again, she could not look at John for the shame she felt as her body once again reacted to this treatment. Her hips instantly met his thrusts with ones of her own. Her clit, aching for attention, her pussy sucking him inside her depths.

 

[RockYourWorld]

OOC: A special thanks to Suthern for stepping in and rescuing the thread.

IC: Eddie was in a zone where his emotions were turned off. He had to do this sometimes when he performed unpleasant duties that came with his chosen profession. During the off and on times when he allied himself with criminal organizations – gangs and such – he would sometimes find himself assisting in torture or kidnapping, even murder. Usually, the victims were fellow lowl-ifes who had ratted out their friends. Guys like that usually were worked over pretty good and forced to tell if they had conspired with anyone else, or if any of their friends or associates planned to flip. If names were provided, those people were tracked down and given similar treatment. Then of course, they were never heard from again.

It was rare, but there were occasions when Eddie rode along on kidnappings, torture, and murder of innocent people. These people were usually witnesses to crimes and were due to testify against the perpetrators. Sometimes, these people put on their “good citizen” faces and insisted on taking all the risks that went along with testifying against connected people. When the starkreality of those risks was brought to them, they usually changed their minds, but by then it was too late. Eddie tried to wash his brain of the long nights of brutal interrogations of regular people – accountants, nurses, mechanics, housewives – people who found themselves wrapped up in something they seriously underestimated. The money was better, and came in more regularly when Eddie aligned himself with a gang. But the screams of pain coming from those people hung with him a little too thickly, and he had decided to stick to burglary, and go it alone. He thought he had left all that unpleasantness behind when he began casing the Anderson’s house. But John Anderson had decided to try and best Eddie, and now Eddie was forced to dish out some “criminal justice.”

Helen’s orgasmic moans had been thrilling. Eddie loved every bit of sound that came from her. He needed to drive a wedge between John and Helen, and he certainly had done that. John was already deflated, and in Eddie’s mind, that made John less dangerous to him. A man in Eddie’s place had the law against him, had society against him, and in this house, the people that lived here were against him, even if they were just protecting themselves and their property. Eddie didn’t care about that. He needed to protect himself throughout and exert his dominance. Despite the fact that he had forced Helen to cum, he was far from done. His aggression was feeding on itself. Part of his mind tried to warn the rest not to lose control.

But that would be settled later. As of right now, Eddie was in control of what happened to the Andersons, and that’s all he wanted. The two helpless people stayed in their places – John, of course, had no choice – and Eddie was determined to continue his terror over them. He held his cock to Helen’s pussy, assuming he would get no resistance, and she confirmed that immediately. With his sick sense of pleasure, Eddie immediately turned to John.

“Hey buddy, I’m fucking your wife!” Eddie said with taunting and excessive enthusiasm. He purposely leaned back to allow for a clear view of the actual penetration taking place. Deeper and deeper Eddie thrust, enjoying the total despair on John’s face, who was in fact staring at his wife’s cunt being invaded. When Eddie finally turned toward Helen, her face appeared to tell a completely different story.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

OOC:I want to thank you Rock for allowing me the priveledge. I just hope others enjoy reading what you do as much as I like writing it with you .


IC: From where Helen lay, she could only glance at John. He was watching, sitting and watching. With some dispair she was glad to see, but the evident display being put on by his cock was another story.

He was getting turned on by this!! Oh that pissed Helen off to a point where she could no longer hold back. She was aware of the growing want inside her loins and as Eddie sat back to fuck her, she became aware of how silly she must look laying there trying to cover herself.

Now she didnt care. She moved her arms from her face and began kneading her breasts. Pulling at them, twisting the nipples under her fingers. She manipulated them until they were standing erect and hard. Opening her eyes to meet Eddie's, she felt him brush that spot inside her. Immediately she cried out. The feeling was wonderful and after many years of vanilla sex, she was enjoying herself. Disgusting yes, but, here was a man, clearly someone of no means taking his anger and his need to control out on a helpless woman who, just happens to be sexually frustrated.

Helen tried to search her memory for the many fantasies she held there and found what she wanted. She reach out for Eddie, placing her hands on his torso and pushing him back made him rock harder into her.

"yeah, oh yes, mmm, just like that, ahhh yes, more, mm more" she whispered. She was unsure of her voice at this moment. She wanted to urge him on, but was still hesitant. No matter, she knew soon she would be in the throes of passion as this intruder fucked her six ways to Sunday.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie saw what she was doing and he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. To him, it appeared that Helen was manipulating the situation, appearing to enjoy his advances which would negate his brutal intentions. He let her have her delusion, but he had the capacity to take things to places she couldn’t imagine. When he was eating her pussy, she had acted like she had never experienced that before. Just from the looks of things around this house, in this neighborhood, with these people, he imagined there weren’t many orgies going on. Pretty plain sex, he assumed. A wild night of sex for John and Helen might mean SHE was on top instead of him!

Eddie propped himself on his arms with his hands on both sides of Helens body and moved his hips in a slow rhythmic fashion. He did this so that John could continue to see Helen’s pussy accepting Eddie’s cock. Eddie noticed that John wasn’t exactly staring at the penetration, but he was taking quick looks now and again. Maybe John needed to see it to remind himself it was really happening, or maybe deep down he was a sick fuck like Eddie.

They would all find out. Eddie had all kinds of plans for Helen and if John was going to watch, he was going to get an eyeful.

“Mmmm, you slutty little suburban housewife whore! Eddie said. Maybe some dirty talk would add some humiliation to this. If nothing else, Eddie would enjoy it. “I’m a dream come true for you, coming out here to your nice house and fucking your brains out like a real man.” He laughed as he continued to rock his hips, deeply sliding his erect dick into her cunt. She had had begun to moan her approval before, but she now appeared to be a little unsure about what was next. But then Eddie saw Helen turn her head towards John maybe to express her sorrow, or to tell him it would all be over soon. But she never said a word, and her eyes seemed to indicate that she saw something that made her angry. Eddie wasn’t sure what she saw. But her reaction was far from unclear.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Helen wanted that warm release she knew her body was close to producing. She felt the anger with John build inside her, and with Eddie burried to the hilt in her wanting cunt, she could do nothing to stop the snowballing of the situation.

She pushed up with her hips, pressing against Eddie as he fucked her and within seconds, she felt the familiar grind of his cock on her G spot. It didnt take a rocket scientist to understand that within seconds she would come. If given the chance, she would use that to make Eddie cum also.

Growling now with need, Helen met his eyes with a heated stare of her own. Her urgings were purley physical and as she rocked with him, her orgasm engulfed her and she burned like an out of control raging fire.

"UNGH FUCK YES, IM GONNA FUCKING CUMM, FUCK MY CUNT" she cried out as she allowed Eddie into her hole and into her body. Her cunt contracted seemly as if to suck Eddie deeper in than he had ever been. Now, she arched her back meeting again his wanton thrusts, but this time, it was with ones as frantic as his.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie listened as Helen begged for him to fuck her. He began to wonder if maybe she was no longer trying to spare John’s feelings. Maybe she was trying to act like he wasn’t here. Or maybe, just maybe, John was in the front of her mind, and she was making sure that he saw everything that was happening, especially how she was cooperating.

Had they been fighting before he broke into their house? Had he come across a couple that had it in for each other, and Eddie was now a weapon she was using to hurt John? How rich was this? The possibilities were endless in Eddie’s mind, and all of them involved him fucking Helen silly, and her going along with it.

Eddie looked at John in amazement, wondering what one man could do to piss off his wife so much that she would eagerly fuck a stranger right in front of him. Then he saw it, without really looking. John seemed to have something growing in his pajama pants, something that betrayed his true feelings about what he was witnessing. Helen had seen it too. And she was taking her revenge. Eddie suddenly had a willing partner.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His approach to his attack had been to exert his dominance over these two fine living suburbanites. If he went along with Helen’s revenge plot on John, Eddie was taking a back seat, a supporting role. That couldn’t happen. Quickly, he pulled out of her cunt, causing her to look at him with a look of shock on her face. She had gained some confidence with her willingness to allow Eddie to fuck her, but his sudden move had restored her fear. Her terror fully retuned when Eddie flipped her, put her on her hands and knees facing John. She froze with fear when she felt the tip of his dick touch her asshole.

 

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As Helen kneeled on all fours, she became aware of his plan. Fear crept into her body and she instantly felt the need to get away. Pulling, struggleing, she tried to get her virgin ass away from his angry dick. But it was to no avail. He slapped her ass hard, the loud THWACK resonated inside the bedroom. Again, she pulled away from him, and again the THWACK of hi palm against her sensitive skin.

"No please, dont do this. Any thing but this. I will do anything you want with me, I will let you fuck me with anything anyhow, just do not do what your planning please" she begged.

Many times, she and John had discussed anal sex. The sense of taboo that came with it often arroused them both and they would fuck like rabbits. Although John was quite a bit smaller than Eddie, she had never went that far with it. Now, she found herself in a position that it was sink or swim.

As Eddie pushed forward, she cried out in pain. Without mercy, he slipped past the tight little ring and into her ass, almost with an ease that was scary. Tears fell freely now as the pain burst inside her belly.

"You've got to stop or your going to kill me, please. Please dont do this" Helen begged. Without warning, she was aware that Eddie was pulling out and before she could form the words, he slammed his cock into her again. This time, forcing her face into the covers she muffled a scream of agony.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie was back in control and the renewed look of terror on John’s face confirmed that. Driving savagely into Helen’s ass, he gripped her hips and roughly pulled her back towards his animalistic thrusts. Helen’s screams of terrible pain and John’s look of desperation made for a nightmare for these decent people. But for Eddie, it was just what he needed. For one, he was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Helen’s tight ass as he rammed his hard cock into her. Second, with the momentum squarely on his side, he could make it clear to these people that he called the shots.

The feeling of power and omnipotence was having an effect on him that he had not enjoyed since he freed himself from his gang affiliations. Back then, when he went solo, work on the street was he had made enemies and his days were numbered. But his ability to find the best valuables in the various neighborhoods and fence them with different business people had a way of spreading the wealth around to people that noticed.

Eddie was a big shot. He needed to start thinking like one. He had John and Helen right where he wanted them. He had come here for things like cash and jewels, and he would indeed get those things. But what else did they have? He wondered. Bearer bonds? Stock Certificates? And what about outside the house? Maybe he could come up with a scenario where he could hang out til the morning and visit their bank with them.

All in good time. For now, there was this hot, pleasurable ass taking his cock. The power surged through Eddie’s veins and his cock felt the benefits. Harder and harder he fucked Helen, and the more she screamed, the deeper he drove in. John couldn’t free himself still, and all he could do was watch his wife endure a violent reaming.

 

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With each plunge of his cock, Helen thought her ass would soon rip open and split in two. She could neither move to accomodate him, nor could she withstand the forced aggression he was implementing on her. Tears now, fully covering her face seemed to blur her vision.

Whimpering under this renewed assault, she could only hope that it would soon be over. She tried to pry her mind away from the scene as she was experiencing it. Never in a million years would she have thought she would be in this situation. An hour ago she was a middle class wife with a suburban home, a husband that would more or less give her anything she wanted and a respectable position in the community.

Now, she was reduced to the sniveling, lump of skin under the control of a fuck hungry madman who would use her anyway he say fit to get his own pleasures no matter what the cost.

"God, please, you have to stop your killing me. I, I ca-ca-cant ta-ta-take this" she sobbed. She was dying.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie closed his eyes and continued, not caring about anything other than the pleasure he was allowing himself. He had enjoyed anal sex pretty regularly, but usually with the hookers and crack addicts that lived and existed in his neighborhood. This was different. Helen’s ass was tight, virginal, probably. Her protesting made it even better. He actually got more aroused when she begged him to stop. She said she couldn’t take it, but she had no choice.

“Oh, you can take it, baby. You’re doing just fine. And I know you’re loving this as much as me, and that you’re only saying that to put on the right show for ol’ Johnny over there.” As Eddie plowed away at Helen’s ass he gave a sarcastic wink at John.

As his balls slapped against Helen, Eddie felt another exploding orgasm building. He would deposit a load inside her ass, more than likely another new experience for her. The release was building into a pleasurable eruption when Eddie caught sight of something in his peripheral vision. It was flashing lights, the ones from the top of a police car. He couldn’t stop his eruption in Helen’s ass, but as he let loose his moans were purposely quieted as he sensed danger. Even if he had groaned with complete satisfaction, the noises would have been drowned out by the pounding on the door and the ringing of the doorbell.

 

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Officer Meg Lewis

She had waited for a long time to have the authority she now possessed. In her mind, what she did was right and always on her side of the law, which was the right side. Yet, after months and weeks, years even, she found herself searching for that one special perk. Every job has one.


She sat in the patrol car, air conditioning high as it would go, sweating underneath her uniform. She longed to strip naked and jump into one of the secluded pools in the area, but that would have to wait until she was off duty. For now, she would do with what she had.

The neighborhood patrol was an easy way for her to spend her time, driving up and down the streets, doing basically nothing. She was devoted to her job and took it seriously. Most of the houses on this particular patrol should have been dark with slumber. When the noise complaint came in, she was quick to respond.

With the rash number of break ins as of late, you could never be so sure. As she drove to the house, she noticed the lights on and movement from upstairs. She killed the motor, holstered her pistol, grabbed her hat for dramatics sake and made her way to the door. Catching her reflection in the bay widow, she smiled. The uniform accented her curves and made her breasts seem to spill out under the tiny buttons. She wore her brown hair always up and her glasses made her blue eyes more intense.

She heard the screams as she approached the door. She had heard screams of pleasure before but, these were almost brutal. If it were that type of situation, she would remind them to keep it quiet, keep it safe and then as she finished her shift, let her mind wander as to what these older people could have been doing to make that much noise.

She reach for the doorbell, punched it twice and waited.

 

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Helen Anderson

Helen felt her own body respond in kind as his thrustings became irratic, then without hesitation, her body gave forth a rush of liquid as she came along with him.

She felt him fill her ass with his cum as her sobs subsided. She wanted him to leave her alone. She wanted him to just pull out, go away and leave. But, the lights flashing then the pounding on the door made her realize that it wasnt over.

She was about to find out how much she was wrong. Eddie leaned over her and put a hand to her mouth. Sweaty, panting he spoke into her ear.

"You say a fucking word and I will make sure ol Johnny over there never gets you again. I will personally cut his fucking balls offf you got me? he said.

Nodding, she felt a new string of tears encompass her and her body again shuddered. She was hopeless. Unless, unless she could make the officer understand what was happening.

Eddie pulled her up and pushed her to the bathroom.

"Clean your fucking face. You are gonna answer the door and make them go away you understand me Helen? You MAKE them go away" he said.

She couldnt speak. She could only throw the cold water on her face and dry what tears she could. She was a mess. Her hair was all entangled and her skin flush. Yet, she pulled on the robe behind the door and stumbled down the stairs to the front door, Eddie on her heels.

As she reached for the door, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Not a fucking word. Remember I will be right behind you" and he licked her ear which in turn cause Helen to pull away with revulsion. She was met with the eyes of concern when she opened the door.

"Yes Officer? Is something wrong?" she asked the woman standing on the other side of the door.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Eddie didn’t know how this was going to go. He had to be honest with himself, he wasn’t thinking good thoughts. Back when John had tried to capture him, Eddie had the thought that he should have killed him and Helen right off the bat. They had seen his face and despite anything they would promise as he threatened them with further harm, he knew they would identify him if he was arrested. In this day of microscopic clothing fibers and DNA, Eddie had pretty much made his presence known as soon as he had touched their doorknob. Of course, that was all academic with what he had done to Helen over the past hour.

Killing John and Helen was going to be bad enough. It was just bad business, no one in Eddie’s profession liked to leave a mess like two dead bodies. Now, it was beginning to look like there was going to be a dead cop on top of it all. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. This house, and whatever was inside, was not worth all this trouble. Eddie gave Helen one last menacing look as she turned toward the door to open it. “Not a fucking word. Remember I will be right behind” he reminded her.

Helen got off to a good start. Her greeting of the cop sounded natural, but the next thing Eddie heard dampened his spirits even more. The cop was a lady. Just fucking great. Three dead people were going to result from this, probably. And two would be women. God DAMNIT, Eddie thought. I hate this! I’m a burglar, not a killer! He was quickly losing control of this situation.

But as Eddie listened to the two women talk, there was something familiar about the cop’s voice. He knew her. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

 

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Officer Meg Lewis

At first she was taken aback when the lady answered the door. Yet, she was also curious.

"Ma'am Im Officer Lewis, we received a call regarding the level of noise coming from your home. As a standard precaution, the officer on duty is sent to make a sweep of the area and the residence. If you dont mind, may I?" she said. Her voice, though she tried to mask it was slightly tinged with a southern accent. It was not slow as most southern accents, but she liked to think it subtle, enticing.

She pushed the door open a little and stuck one foot inside the door, only to be met with some resistance by the woman.

"Ma'am, I have to make a sweep of your home for safety reasons, please. I just need a minute of your time" and this time, she pushed back. As the door flung open, the woman was shoved back and into the arms of a man waiting behind the door.

Meg instinctively reach for her standard service revolver. The face came to her and she stopped. Dead. Not moving, she met his eyes. Her own mind drew images of her, laying on his bed sweating, panting, trying to fill herself with him.

Eddie Perkins. A two bit burglar that had shown Meg things she never thought possible. A man who seemed to be at every corner she turned. The same man she had been with many times and always seemed to get wet and the possibility of another meeting.

Eddie Perkins, the one person who held more control over her, than she herself did. All she could do was stand there and stare. Words escaped her. Without thinking, she threw the door shut and moved to lock it. This was about to get interesting to say the least.