The spell of hot weather in September 2023 followed a miserable summer in England. With one of the wettest Julys on record, the country had seen the following month bring a mixed bag of sunshine and rain. Now, the heat and nighttime humidity made sleep impossible for most. So when James Wilkins returned to Gainsborough Lodge for the second time in weeks, he was heard breaking in at one a.m. by an alert Harold Wintergreen.
This time, however, he had an accomplice. And, this time he was armed with a Beretta 9mm Pistol. After gaining easy access through yet again an unlocked window, the two crept furtively through the room. Both were dressed in black sweaters and black jeans, and both wore spandex balaclavas with an open mouth and two eye openings. Wearing his dressing gown, Harold stepped boldly into the living room and stiffened at the sight of the would-be burglars.
"I say! Not again. You chaps are persistent."
He tried to back out of the room while he had the wits, but it was too late. Pointing his pistol, one of them hissed at him.
"You, Get back here. Sit in that chair and keep your trap shut."
Harold sighed and did as he was told. The men had come better equipped on this occasion and in a trice, the old fellow had his arms tied behind him with a length of rope made of natural hemp. He also had his ankles tied to the legs of the chair. James jerked his hood off and Harold did a double take.
"You again? You're a glutton for punishment and no mistake."
"Where's your wife? In bed? I have unfinished business with that one."
"Is that right? Oh, Marian will be thrilled. She's been ever so frisky since your last visit."
"Is this one doolally? He seems to think we came for tea and crumpet."
James looked at his hooded partner in crime and grinned.
"We HAVE come for crumpet, Trevor. All of five feet ten of her. Leave him and come on."
The thieves took the stairs and trod softly to the upper level. They looked around the landing and saw that one room had the door ajar. James pointed at Trevor to keep quiet as he peeped inside the bedroom. His eyes focused on the darkness of the room and saw the naked form of the leggy female lying on top of her bed. Marian stirred in her slumber and her left leg moved to give the two men a glimpse of her dark thatch.
"Tasty!" Trevor quipped as he rubbed his groin.
Some sixth sense made Marian shift on the bed and she sat up with the palms of her hands face down. Her eyes widened at the sight of the huge men towering over her at the edge of the bed.
"Well, hello. Don't you look a picture?"
Mrs. Wintergreen recognised Wilkins and took his presence in her home in her stride.
"Hello. Wilkins, isn't it? And you brought a chum. How sweet."
"She's a cool one."
Marian turned her attention to the other interloper and narrowed her eyes. He stared down at her. At forty-one, she was proud of her figure. Because she had never had children, her stomach was fairly flat and had no marks. Her breasts looked firm and pliant on her chest and did not flatten much as she lay on her back. Her pins were slender and showed good muscle tone. Curious, thought Trevor. The brazen hussy did not attempt to hide her exposed mons. He stared at her pubic area which had just the right amount of downy hair. James waved a hand.
"She's a looker, but she's also a feisty one. Don't take her casual attitude for granted. She'll put up a fight, this one. We'll tie her up and then we'll have some fun."
"Right. We gonna fuck her until she screams and we stretch her pussy out in order to accommodate our big cocks. When we were done with her, she did not even feel her cunt for a week afterward.
"Promises promises," she quipped as she watched the hooded one continue to squeeze the bulge down the inside of the left leg of his jeans. "I see you dress to the left. Did you know that means your left testicle hangs lower than your right? Another little titbit I picked up from Grazia magazine."
"Shut the fuck up!"
James licked his dry lips. He had tried to forget the lascivious experience he had endured a month ago, but his burning itch for some atonement was embedded in his brain. Consequently, he plotted his return. James looked around the bedroom and noted the rectangular tufted ottoman storage bench. Standing 17 inches high and 50 inches long, he chose to include the four-legged furniture item in his plan of retribution. He took a length of the rope and wound it around his hand as he glared at the nonplussed woman.
"I want you to kneel along the ottoman."
"Alright."
Marian shrugged and crawled over to the bench and went down on her hands and knees. As she wiggled her rump in the air, Trevor reached around her, sliding her legs back. Marian let out a breath of excitement as he moved them into position behind her. James guided her hands so that her arms were stretched out in front of her, with the insides of the wrists facing each other. He took a hank of rope, taking hold of the bight that was protruding from the hank, and tied off each wrist with a quick snap. As he began tying, Trevor spread her legs and circled her ankles three times, and tied off one end at the two stubby legs behind her. He then tossed the other end across the bench. James threw the other end beneath her slightly raised midriff and made several tight knots to make for a sturdy and rigid tether. Thus was Marian trussed up. Set on all fours, she could neither use her arms nor legs.
"A tad loose but no bother. Have you been doing your homework?"
She gasped and moaned, and her excited cries indicated that she was having a good time, actually enjoying being helpless in the rope. James stared directly at her as he began to undress. His partner in crime did also and Marian did a double take as Trevor unveiled his jet-black body. He took his balaclava off and she looked at his shaven head. As they stood stark naked in front of her, Marian felt a telltale tingle in her loins. Her eyes lingered on the wonder that was Trevor's big cock and pendulous balls that hung between smooth muscular thighs. With both sporting stiff dicks, their intentions to ravish her were all too plain to see.
"My, aren't you two excited? James, did you masturbate at night thinking about my naked body, James?"
Bitch! It was true. He had fantasised about the older woman since they had met, and even now he was utterly turned on by her defenseless state. As she quivered on all fours, his aching cock was clearly responding and its rock-hard shaft pulsed upward in a wide curving arc of at least eight glorious inches. Trevor methodically stroked the ebony meat that jutted from between his shiny legs. Marian's mind was a tapestry of apprehension and a hankering for a spanking or a fuck, or both. She was also focused, fearing naught and craving gratification. Truth be told, Marian loved the feeling of the rope. The way it felt against her skin. The texture, the way it bound her in position. Knowing she was about to be used by two virile young men, and that she could not resist, was a huge turn-on. Yet even in this submissive state, she still showed them her authoritativeness.
"Poor dear, your balls must be aching. May I suck your cock?"
"You must be a mind reader."
Wilkins leaned in and Marian took a deep sniff of his masculine scent. He held up his straining dick and let the bloated top tap on her cheek and chin, making sure to avoid her searching lips. Then, he made a pelvic thrust and his bell end slid past her lips and popped inside her drooling mouth. She gladly gobbled him up and strings of spit hung from her lips.
"The bitch is loving it, man!"
Marian's lust won out as is her want, and she lunged forward, jamming the fat knob into her mouth. Well-practiced as she is, the lascivious vixen relaxed her throat and let his shaft slide all the way in. His cock pulsed against the roof of her mouth and she forgot how helpless she was. She got most of him to the back of her throat and her spit dribbled out as she gagged.
"Pass the ball, brother."
Marian's head was jerked three inches to her left where her face met the sweaty groin of the black fellow. Before she could draw a breath, his sizeable ebony log was pushed into her mouth. She gagged a little as he pulled back out, but surprisingly it was not as bad as before. Emboldened by the knowledge that she could actually take him all the way in, she began to suck on Trevor's dark organ with gusto, deepthroating him on every other stroke until she began to feel more comfortable with it. She felt her pussy flood as she sucked, and she cursed as she was unable to do anything about it with her hands still tied. Her frustration abated when James caressed her trussed-up form and he fingered her soaked pussy. What fun! She was being used mercilessly and she loved it. The notion of these strangers. Burglars! using and abusing her was a thorough turn-on.
"OOOOMMM!"
While Trevor was in her face, James stepped behind her and with a swish of his arm brought the riding crop down hard and square across both of her unprotected buttocks.
"AMUMUOOO!"
"Remember this, bitch?"
Marian spluttered as the snap of the whip made contact with her bare skin. James chuckled as he ran his fingers over the rapidly appearing red stripes on her flesh.
'Such a pretty shade of crimson. Shame you can't see."
James saw her pussy quiver and clench in a selfish act of anticipation.
"Of course, this isn't your crop. I brought my own. Not cheap are they? This one set me back eighty quid. Nice workmanship, mind. Feel this?"
He unleashed several cracks of the crop across both of her nether cheeks in rapid succession. Marian twisted and pulled on her ropes as she screamed in reaction to the hard blows. James proceeded to run the crop sideways between her plump labia and noted the tip glistening with pussy juice. The vengeful burglar licked his lips and dragged the crop along the wet slit. With a flick of the wrist, he tapped the keeper on her muff, eliciting tiny whimpers from the quivering woman.
"I wondered what a riding crop might do to a female cunt."
He made light contact with her clitoris and looked on as her thigh muscles rippled under sweat-streaked skin. Trevor stood back and watched as James brought the crop down hard on the backs of her trembling thighs.
"OH!"
Then, her pussy was struck four times in rapid succession and the threshold of her pain mixed with sexual arousal caused her to achieve an intense orgasm! She rocked gently to and fro from the ropes that held her up and she moaned from the sublime tingling in her vulva.
"What a whore! See that, Trevor?"
"Yeah, man. Sweet!"