The Home Invader SeXStoRY

Introduction: Homeowner learns the neighbors daughter has been breaking in, watching his porn and more The Home Invader I’d been noticing odd things every day when I got home from work for several weeks. Nothing major, just little things. Like items moved from where I knew I’d left them, the odd can of beer missing, things like that. Nothing was ever stolen. The area I noticed it the most was in my video/dvd collection. I had a fairly extensive library of porn. Not every day, but about twice a week, I’d find the order they were stored in had changed. I finally figured out what was going on last week. I thought I was losing my mind, moving things around and not remembering. The real answer was actually the furthest thing from my mind. And it was a lot more fun. It all came to a head — so to speak — when I took an early Friday from work. I left the office around 1 p.m. to run a few errands. Things went faster than I’d expected and I arrived home about 3:30 p.m., a good three hours before my usual time. As soon as I walked in the house, I knew something was wrong. I heard the television in the living room as I walked in through the kitchen from the garage. And I recognized the music as the soundtrack to one of my favorite porn movies, Deep Throat. I walked as quietly as I could into the living room, concealed by the back of the big, overstuffed couch that faced the big-screen television. At first I didn’t notice anything amiss, with the exception of a larger-than-life Linda Lovelace getting taking a gigantic cock down her throat. Great, I thought to myself. Now I’m watching porn in my sl**p and leaving the television on and blaring all day. Then, a small foot clad in just an ankle sock swung up, coming to rest on the back of the couch. It was swaying rhythmically, the toes clenching and unclenching in time with Linda’s pace, bobbing on the cock fucking her face. I walked around to what would be the head of the owner of the foot and discovered my neighbor’s 13-year-old daughter, Stacy. She was lying on the couch, attention focused on the television screen. Her little blue school uniform skirt was rucked up around her waist and her crisp, white blouse was open to the top of the skirt. She had one hand ravaging her left breast inside the cup of her plain-white, cotton bra. Her other hand was buried in her matching panties, obviously probing her pussy. I watched for a moment, my cock throbbing in my chinos, the truth of the strange happenings in my home coming clear. What the hell was I going to do now? I’d never looked at a girl Stacy’s age in a sexual manner before. But, God, I wanted nothing more but to rip her panties off and ravage her adolescent body. “Stacy,” I shouted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes shot open and she froze, staring up at me standing over her by the arm of the sofa. “Um, I’m …” she sputtered. “And just how long have you been breaking into my house, watching my movies and abusing yourself on my furniture?” I said in a stern voice. “Well, um …” she replied. “Well, um, nothing,” I said, picking up the remote control from the table in front of the couch and killing the sound. “What you’ve done is not only i*****l, it’s immoral.” Yeah, right, I thought to myself. So is what I’m thinking about doing to you. “I’m sure your parents would be shocked if they knew what you were getting up to after school,” I continued, watching her eyes grow wide at the mention of her parents. “Maybe I should just call them. And call the police, while I’m at it. Breaking in to someone’s home is a serious crime.” Her face fell, but I wasn’t sure if it was the mention of police or parents, which frightened the little girl more. Her lip literally started to tremble and a tear rolled from her eye and down her cheek. I couldn’t help but notice, regardless of how frightened she was, her hands were still inside her bra and panties. “No, please,” she begged. “You can’t tell anyone. My daddy would kill me if he found out!” An opening. My mind spun at the possibilities this presented, even though a part of myself rebelled at the thought of her young age. I walked over and picked up the telephone, acting like I was considering which number to dial first, parents or police. “Please, no!” she cried out. “Don’t! I’ll do anything. I’ll … you can do anything you want. Just please don’t tell!” I looked at her for a moment before setting the phone back on its charger. “Do you realize what you’re saying?” I asked her in a quiet, menacing tone. “Yes,” she squeaked. “Say it,” I said. “I’ll …,” she gulped. “You can put your ‘thing’ in my mouth. Or … in my cunny.” I looked at her again. She was terrified, I could tell. But her hand had never left her panties. And I thought I could see her little fingers moving, ever so slightly, gently stroking her 13-year-old pussy. “Stand up,” I ordered. She jumped to obey, pulling her hands out of her underwear. Her skirt fell back down around her lush, little-girl thighs as she climbed to her feet. I walked over to the sofa and sat down in the middle, right where her little panty-covered butt had been just moments before. “Lose the blouse,” I said. “And the skirt.” She shuddered as if I’d slapped her, but she undid the final button on her blouse, pulled the tails from inside her skirt and let it slide slowly down her arms. Judging by the bra, she was maybe a 32B. A small, delicate mouthful, I thought to myself. She next turned her fingers to the clasp at the side of her skirt, rotating the waistband so it was in front of her. Without looking at me, she undid the snap. Her hands trembled slightly as she slid the zipper down. The skirt dropped to pool at her feet as she released the waistband. She stepped out of it and looked at me for the first time. “Are you a virgin?” I asked her, staring at her in her white cotton bra and panties. She appeared to grow self-conscious under my gaze. Her arms came up to conceal her partial nudity. “Put your arms to your sides and answer me,” I said. “Are you a virgin?” “Um, yeah,” she said. “Sorta.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “Either you are or you aren’t. Have you ever been fucked? Have you ever had anything inside your pussy?” “Um, no,” she said, looking down to the floor again. “Look at me. What have you done?” I demanded. “Have you ever had anything up your butt?” She raised her gaze to look me in the eye. “Um, no,” she said. “Well, that just leaves your mouth,” I said. “Are you a little middle school cock sucker?” She shuddered again at the term. But she didn’t say anything. “So, you are a little teenage cock sucking slut, aren’t you?” I asked her. “You like taking little boys tiny cocklets in your slut mouth and teasing them with your tongue until they squirt their watery little droplets of cum down your throat.” She was almost weeping, her face and upper chest turning crimson with embarrassment. But I wasn’t about to let up on her. “What would your father do if I told him or the police you’d broken into my house and were masturbating, fingering you so-called innocent little pussy while you watched dirty movies?” I asked. “He’d kill me,” Stacy whispered. “I’m sure he wouldn’t literally end your life,” I said. “What would he really do?” “He’d beat me,” she said. “On my bare butt. Maybe with a belt. Or a paddle. I don’t know.” Hm, I thought. That sounds interesting. There was only one thing I could think of I’d like more than to see her daddy bend her over his knee and thrash her tight little teen ass until it was bright red. Doing it myself. “Lose the bra,” I said. “I want to see your tits.” “I don’t wanna,” Stacy whined. “Fine,” I said, rising from the couch. Get dressed and I’ll call the cops and your dad. I’ve got some ping-pong paddles in the back room. I’ll lend him one to thrash your slutty little ass with.” “No, please!” she cried. “Wait! I’ll do it.” I stopped and turned to look at her, not saying a word. She stood there and stared at me. I just raised my eyebrow to her. Her shoulders slumped as she reached behind her back. I watched hungrily as the tight material cupping her adolescent tits went slack. A tear ran down her cheek as she lowered her arms, letting the straps slip from her shoulders. “Please …” Stacy whispered. I just shook my head. “Off,” I said. She dropped her hands to her sides. The bra slid to the floor, revealing her tiny breasts. I’d over-estimated the size of her tits. If they were an A-cup, I’d have been surprised. Her tits were little more than swellings on her chest, capped by very light pink areola. In the center of each was a tiny pebble of a nipple that seemed somewhat hard. I don’t know if it was from the cold, excitement or fear. It wasn’t that cold in the house. “Don’t move,” I said, walking into the kitchen, leaving the half-naked girl trembling, standing in the middle of my living room. I went through the kitchen and back out, into the attached garage. I had a pretty good idea were what I was looking for was. It only took me a couple of minutes to find it. One of the old ping-pong paddles I’d told her I’d offer to her father for her punishment. I intended to put it to good use myself. Almost as an afterthought, I grabbed a cord of soft, thin cotton clothesline. I walked back through the kitchen, closing the door to the garage behind me quietly, pausing to grab a small paring knife. I wanted to be able to catch Stacy if she hadn’t followed my instructions to the letter. I found her, standing exactly where I left her, hands at her sides wearing just her plain white cotton panties. I could clearly see the streaks on both her cheeks where she’d been crying, silently. I walked into the room without saying a word and sat down on the couch. I was very careful not to let her see what I had in my hands. “Come here,” I said. She walked over to stand in front of me. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” She did as I instructed, spinning slowly in place so I had a perfect view of her tight, round ass directly in front of my eyes. “Hands,” I said. She obeyed. I crossed her wrists and, unrolling a portion of the cord of rope, bound her wrists behind her. I wrapped her wrists well, making sure she couldn’t get lose. Using the paring knife, I cut the end of the rope, leaving the cord free. I took the opportunity to cup and fondle the cheeks of her ass through her plain underwear. She shuddered, but did nothing to protest or try to pull away. I think she realized she was caught and had no escape. “Lay down,” I told her, using her wrists to spin her back around and direct her onto my lap. Once I had her situated, her cotton-clad rump dead center making a perfect target, I resumed fondling her ass, dipping my fingers down between the junction of her thighs and touching her pussy for the first time. “Damn, girl,” I said. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you? You’re enjoying this. Your panties are soaked!” Stacy whimpered, a combination of embarrassment and arousal, as I continued stroking her immature slit through her dripping-wet panties. It came to mind she had to have been on edge all this time, ever since I interrupted her masturbatory activities moments before. “Now,” I said, continuing to administer to her gushing gash. “You said your father would probably thrash you if he found out what you’d been doing. But, you don’t want me to tell him, so we’ve got to come up with some other punishment for your actions. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Do … you … understand?” I repeated, punctuating each word with a solid smack on her ass from my open palm. “Answer me, little slut.” “Yes,” Stacy said. “Yes, sir.” I resumed stroking my hand over and around her ass, between her legs and up over her lower back. She slowly, but surely, relaxed under my stroking hand. I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties and down, between the cheeks of her ass. I probed at her tiny pussy, marveling at the amount of moisture I found there, not feeling any hair on her thin lips. She moaned and slightly arched her ass a bit further in the air. Gathering a good helping of her feminine lubricant, I used my fingertips to spread her ass cheeks, spreading her juices on and around her anal opening. When I decided the tiny orifice was sufficiently lubed, I pressed my index finger slowly but surely into her ass. “Ugh,” Stacy groaned. “What are you doing?” “Fingering your ass,” I said. “Why?” I carried on until I had my entire finger buried to the knuckle in her ass. She was clenching against the intrusion, but to no avail. Her insides were hot, clenching my finger as it slid in and out of her bottom slowly. It took awhile, but I eventually felt the muscle ring relaxing slightly as she pressed her ass up against my hand on each stroke. I pulled my finger from her ass with an audible pop, picked up the knife and cut the sides of her panties. She shrieked as the cold metal contacted the hot skin of her hips and felt the pull as the cotton material parted under the sharp blade. “Keep your head down,” I said as I pulled the shredded panties from between her thighs, picked up the ping-pong paddle and rested it on her upturned ass cheeks. Punishment time.” I raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on her left cheek. Her ass jiggled under the impact and there was a moment of silence as the sensation made its way to her brain. She cried out as the momentary shock wore off and the realization of what was happening dawned. “Oh, shit!” she yelled. “Christ, that hurts! Please, don’t!” Ignoring Stacy’s pleas, I rained five more smacks down on each cheek, for a total of ten swats from the paddle. She cried out loud, screamed and thrashed as I carried on thrashing her ass. It turned a brilliant crimson as I watched, darkening with each alternating strike of the rubber-coated wood. At ten strikes, I pushed her roughly off my lap. She winced as she landed on her tortured behind on the rough carpet at my feet. I watched, amused, as she tried to use her bound hand to reach down and massage her damaged butt. “On your knees, slut,” I ordered her. Crying openly, tears streaming down her face, she just sat there. With her arms bound behind her, her chest jutted out. Her tits offered too tempting a target to spur her to motion. I slapped the paddle against each nipple, watching the miniscule breast buds flatten against her chest under the assault. She cried out even louder even as she scrambled to her knees in front of me. “Right here,” I said, pointing to a spot between my outstretched legs. Her eyes showed resignation as the realization of what I wanted next dawned on Stacy’s mind. “You didn’t deny it when I asked you if you’d let boys push their cocks into your mouth at school,” I said. “Tell me about it.” She sniffed, clearing her nose as her crying slowed. Settling back on her haunches, she began her story. She’d only sucked two boys off, she said. It turned out two of the older boys in the middle school had caught her after classes one day near the end of the previous school year. They’d given Stacy a choice: She could suck them both off until they came in her mouth, or they’d take turns raping her until they came in her virginal pussy. Not wanting to lose her cherry to r**e, Stacy had acquiesced. The boys had taken her into the locker room, f***ed her to her knees and took turns, basically raping her mouth until each had come down her throat twice. They left her there, warning her not to tell anyone what had happened, lest they come back and make good on their initial threat. “The weird thing was, I liked it,” Stacy said. “I got really wet and ended up sitting in the locker room, rubbing my cunny button until I cummed. “That was around the first time I found out how easy it was to get into the patio door here. I’d heard my dad talking to my mom about your porn collection and I was curious,” she continued. “I ended up getting really turned on, watching as some big-boobed chick sucked like ten cocks in a row, letting the guys cum on her face every time.” I asked her if that was the only time she’d ever sucked a cock and she said it was. I told her it was time to see if she’d learned anything, watching my porn movies. I opened my trousers and my rock-hard cock flopped out into the air. Stacy’s eyes got large as she watched the 8-inch shaft pulse in time with my heartbeat. “God, it’s huge,” she whispered. “I don’t think I can get that in my mouth.” “It’s that our your ass, little girl,” I said, grabbing my cock and stroking a drop of precum out of the tip just inches from her face. “This is going in one end or the other. Today.” She licked her lips as she slowly levered herself up and onto her knees. She shuffled forward until she was kneeling directly between my wide-spread thighs. She looked at my cock like a bird looking at a cobra. “It’s a lot bigger and thicker than Ray and Jimmy’s cocks,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off the throbbing head. “What do I do?” “You suck it, you dumb little slut!” I said. “What do you mean, ‘What do I do?’ Remember that movie you were watching? Do that.” “There’s no way I could get all that down my throat!” Stacy said, shaking her head. “It’s too big!” I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward. “Open your mouth,” I ordered. “Let’s find out.” She gagged as I shoved her face down, spearing her mouth with my cock. I sank about half of my shaft into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She started making “guh, guh, guh,’ sounds as I moved her back and forth, fucking her face. “That’s not bad, little slut,” I said. “Suck that cock, little criminal! Open your mouth and relax your throat. Swallow when the head hits your throat.” Slowly, I f***ed more and more of my cock down her 13-year-old throat until, finally, her lips game to rest in my pubes at the base. She looked up at me in shock, her eyes huge and her lips stretched grotesquely around the thick shaft. I held Stacy in place, my cock completely plugging her throat. As I watched, she started to turn slightly blue from lack of oxygen. As her eyes started to roll back in her head, I pulled her up. Her breath whistled through her nose and around the shaft of my cock as she sucked in air. When she had a good lung full, I pressed her down, impaling her again on the shaft of my cock and blasted the first stream of cum straight down her throat. I pulled back for the second blast, firing into her mouth and coating her tongue. I ripped her mouth off my cock, grabbed the shaft and jacked the remainder of my orgasm across her face. Finished, I pushed her onto the floor at my feet, then ordered her to stand in front of me. Pushing my index finger gently between her pussy lips, I probed carefully into her virginal opening. I quickly found her hymen, nestled just inside her delicate inner lips. I didn’t rupture her fleshly barrier, however. I had other plans. “Feel this?” I asked her, probing carefully against the flap of skin that separated her from womanhood. She nodded. “This is mine now,” I told her. “It’s mine to take, when I want, where I want and how I want. Do you understand?” She nodded again. I instructed her to return to my home on Saturday, at 10 a.m. I knew her parents had plans to leave early in the morning for an overnight trip. They’d asked me to keep an eye on their house — and their daughter. That was going to be an interesting — and enjoyable — chore. I turned her around and used the paring knife to cut the ropes from her wrists. I massaged them for a few minutes to remove the marks the ropes had caused before I ordered her to dress and go home for the evening. “Um, I don’t have any panties,” she said as she pulled her skirt into place around her waist. “You’ll just have to be careful, then,” I said. “Won’t you? I want you back here tomorrow for more punishment. I want you to wear exactly what you’re wearing now. No more, no less. Do you understand?” Here eyes widened again as she realized what I was saying. She nodded, finished dressing and scurried out the door. That was last night. It’s now 9:55 a.m. and the nob on the patio door is jiggling.