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     I was sitting in the living room when my husband left to go
to his bowling league.  He bowls every Thursday, and tonight was
no exception.  I was watching TV, and hardly noticed when he
left.  I was looking forward to a nice, quiet night to myself.
I had dropped the kids off at mothers earlier this evening, and
they would not be back until next week.  I could not remember the
last time I had the house to myself.
 
     It was about 2 hours later when I heard a sound from the
back bedroom.  I was walking back to see what happened when I was
grabbed from behind.
 
     "Keep quiet, and you will not be hurt.  Scream, and you're
dead."
 
     I felt my stomach tighten up in panic.  I had found a
burglar in my house, and now he had me!  He spoke in a low, harsh
whisper.  I had to fight to keep from screaming.  The last thing
I wanted to do was to provoke him.  I quietly pleaded with him.
 
     "Please let me go.  My husband will be back any time now, he
only went to the store.  If you leave, I will not say anything."
 
     "Bullshit! I've been caseing this place for several weeks
now, and I know he will not be back for at least another 2 hours.
I thought you were still out with your kids, but I guess not.
Too bad for you."

     There was a dangerous tone in his voice when he said the
last.  He was still holding me.  My right arm was twisted painfully
behind me, and his left was wrapped around my throat, slightly
choking me.  He was tightly pressed against my back, preventing
me from kicking him in the groin.  I had never felt so helpless
in my life.
 
     "Keep calm" I said to myself.  I will simply give him what
he wants, then he should let me go.  I was starting to calm down
a little bit, when I felt his left had leave my throat.  However,
I started to panic again as he grabbed my breast.  He mauled me,
roughly squeezing and pulling on it.
 
     All I had on was a T-Shirt, panties, and shorts.  He roughly
pulled my shirt up, grabbing my naked breast.  Now I was past
scared, I was terrified.
 
     "Get in the bedroom, and don't try anything."  He roughly
pushed me into my bedroom, and I tried to run to the phone.  I
tried to dial 911, but he just laughed.  "It doesn't work without
this."  He held up his hand and showed me the cord in his hand.
 
     I looked carefully at him, remembering everything about him.
He was wearing a ski mask over his head, and a black sweater and
pants.  He looked to be about 5'10" in height, and was of a
slender build.  I could see his brown eyes through the holes in
the mask.
 
     "Get on the bed, and don't move a muscle!" he said, as he
went to the bed and removed a pillow case.  He moved to my
dresser, and placed my jewelry into the pillow case, then did the
same with my husband's jewelry.  He went into the night stand,
and found my husband's pistol.  I felt so stupid, for not getting
it!

     He pointed the pistol at me and said "Strip."  He had to
repeat the command before I did it.  Trembeling, I removed my
shirt.  I was scared, but also confused.  I felt terror from this
man, but also excitement.  Part of me was repulsed at what I knew
was about to happen, but part of me almost wanted it.
 
     "Now, take off the rest of it.  Do it, or I will do it
myself."  I trembled as I removed the last of my clothes.  Even
though I was repulsed, I was trying to think.  If I fought, I
would get beaten, raped, and possibly even killed.  If I gave in,
I would only be raped.  I decided that I should submit, and try
to make it as painless as possable.  If I was lucky, my husband
might return and catch him.
 
     He pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his
semi-erect cock.  "Suck on it, and no biteing.  If I feel more
than a nibble, I blow your head off."  He pressed the gun to my
head as he said this.
 
     I took him into my mouth, using as much saliva as possible.
That way, I hoped it would not hurt as much.  I took as much of
him as I could into my mouth.  He quickly became hard, making me
gag.  He was larger than my husband ever was.  I tried to turn
myself into a machine, concentrating only on the organ in my
mouth.  Maybe he would be content with a blow job and let me go.
My hopes were shattered when I felt his hands on my ass.

     He started to rub my cunt, sliding first one, then two
fingers into me.  I took one hand and wrapped it around the base
of his cock, milking it.  He removed his fingers for a moment,
then slid them back in again.  This time they were wet, and slid
in easier.  He must have spit onto them.  He moved them around
for a minute, then started to rub my clit.  That has always been
one of my "on" buttons.  After a moment, I realized that I was
starting to get wet.  After about 10 minutes of sucking on him,
he groaned and released a large load of sperm.  I swollowed as
fast as I could, but some slipped out of the corner of my mouth.
 
     I was hoping this would be the end of it, but he did not go
soft.  I tried to pull back, but he would not let me.  He
continued to thrust into my mouth, battering my lips against his
pubic bone.  After a few more minutes, he reached down and pulled
me off of his cock.  "Lay down bitch, because it's your turn now!"

     I laid down on the bed, keeping my legs together.  When he 
saw this, he snorted and roughly pulled them apart.  The next 
thing I knew, he was inside me.  He held my hands over my head,
pressing my wrists down into the mattress.  I started to scream,
but he pressed his mouth down against mine and muffled the sound.
"Don't try that again, or you will be sorry", he whispered into my
ear.

     It seemed to go on forever, but after 3 or 4 minutes, I felt
his thrusts get quicker.  I knew that he was close.  His rough wool
sweater was making my tits soar with the rubbing.  I was hoping
he would finish soon and end this nightmare.  However, I realized
that I was sopping wet, and my hips were moving in time with his.
Without warning, I erupted into orgasm.  I gasped and groaned,
totally caught up in the feeling.  As I was finishing, he let out
a hoarse groan and came inside me.  It felt like a hose had opened
up.  As he pulled out, I could feel his sperm running out and down
my ass.

     "That's a good girl.  Now stay there, and don't leave this bed
for at least 10 minutes".  With those words, he pulled his pants up
and slipped out the window.

     I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, my 
husband was leaning over me.

     "Honey, are you OK?"  I could hear the concern in his voice.

     "Never better" I responded.  "Now take that sweater off and
come back to bed.  Next time, it's my turn to pick the fantasy!"

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