Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2004 10:33:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joli Camarillo <nastilatinabitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: BackDoor Breakin, Chapter 2

Backdoor Break-In Pt. 2
By Nastilatinabitch

Lesbian/Non-Consent(Authoritarian)/Strapon/Anal

In the first chapter,  wife Marilyn van Zandt is home
alone when a masked female intruder breaks-in and
while there to do a robbery, ends-up breakin-down the
busty mother's back-door as well...

Confusion, fear  and lust battle for supremacy in
Marilyn's mind. Lord, forgive me, she prays
Silently, as the overwhelming sensations of the forced
backdoor rutting fuel her need. She thinks
she will go mad from the  constant "change-of-pace" of
the masked woman's relentless sodomy: hard, fast
pounding, merging into three-quarters speed, then
right back to knee-buckling, teeth-
jarring thrusts. The copious, thick evidence of her
spend coats the insides of her thighs and patters onto

the bedroom rug.
This is not the masked-woman's first foray into
lesbian rape; it was not planned, as she'd done a
thorough job of  "casing the mark" before-hand. She is
skilled in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat,
and in previous break-ins had had to subdue a husband
who had arrived home unexpectedly at least twice.
Tying them up and forcing them to watch her butt-fuck
their wives to screaming orgasms was
just icing on the cake.

The rapist decided to test just how much under control
her new bitch was: slowing to a leisurely pace,
she finally withdraws and circles around to face her
panting, open-mouthed rape victim. Thrusting her
pelvis forward, she pushed her soiled, glistening
prick into Marilyn's mascara-streaked face. "Suck it,
slut" she demanded, her voice cold and full of menace.

Marilyn recoiled, horrified by the notion of taking
the filthy rubber organ into her mouth. A
hard backhand  is sufficient to change her mind.
Gagging at the smell, she could do nothing but
open her mouth and accept the greasy staff . The taste
is repulsive, but she is able to keep from
throwing-up when she hears the following: "If you
throw up, bitch, I'll kill you and ass-fuck your
corpse"

Satisfied that her cock is sufficiently cleaned,  the
masked woman returns to her previous position.
Marilyn's pooper is gaping openly between her splayed
buttocks; the other woman admires her hand-
work for a few seconds before burying her strap-on
deep in her captive's ass once again.

The speed of her thrusts increase until the large fake
ball-sack beneath the rampaging  psuedo-dick
is banging insistently against Marilyn's wet,
open-lipped gash: the contact against her clit,
combined
with the solid, deep, non-stop buggery is enough send
the lusciously-built suburbanite screeching into
her first orgasm. Her rapist isn't there yet; the
little clit stimulator, built into the base of the
strap-on,
is doing a fine job of taking her closer and closer to
her own climax.

Marilyn's  rectum is so loose now that her partner is
able to "bottom-out" with each  deep, pounding,
punishing thrust. The hapless redhead opens her mouth
and screams something she never imagined
possible" "Oh, my GOD! FUCK MY ASS!  I love how you're
fucking my ass! Don't Stop, NEVER STOP!"

"You got it,  baby", the masked woman replies. Never
missing a stroke, she changes from a kneeling to a
crouching position,  and grabbing a meaty hip in each
hand, delivers a butt-fucking so savage that
the whimpering wife and mother is soon pleading for
mercy. Lubrication and ass-juice bunch around
the base of her cock and drip onto the floor as the
incredible force of the sodomy forces them out of her
squealing victim's savaged anal cavity.

Raw animal lust  claim both women as the they drive
toward their final destination. The stink of anal sex
permeates the room. The loud slapping and lewd, liquid
sounds as the shit-stained rubber monster continues
it's relentless path into the depths of Marilyn's
bowels punctuate the animalistic rutting.
Marilyn van Zandt gives a final, raw-throated howl and
blacked-out after her unknown attacker squeezed  her
fake ball sack, shooting a hot, gooey wad of  "cum"
into the red-head's battered back-door.

After waking up, Marilyn showed her masked intruder
where their stocks, bonds and  other valuables
are kept. The other woman is certain to leave
tell-tale marks on the safe to indicate a break-in and
 lead
the police away from suspecting Marilyn as an
accomplice. Finally, she tied Marilyn to a chair and
left
the way she came. Some hours later,  her husband is
shocked to find his wife tied up and his safe rifled.
The investigating detectives, noting her bruises,  the
rope she'd been tied with, and the professional
manner in which the alarm  system had been disabled,
had no reason to suspect the "prim and proper"
housewife.

A few days later,  Marilyn's husband decides to take
her with him when he goes on a business trip to Vegas.
While he is out at his seminar, Marilyn calls the
pager number her masked rapist/lover had
given her before making her getaway. In the sumptuous
suite where they are staying, Marilyn's  "safe"
is "rifled" very thoroughly and professionally by the
dildo-strapped  professional thief. Butt-fucked  to
non-stop orgasms, the sexy redhead is waiting like a
good little wifey when her spouse arrives.
"Honey, do you smell that?", he asks, sniffing the
air. "I can't put my finger on it, but WHEW!, it
stinks!"

Marilyn knows EXACTLY what it is:  her mystery lover
had plowed her ass so deep and so hard
that she'd been unable to stop farting.

"I'll call downstairs and get them to send a maid up",
she says, moving toward the phone. With her
back turned, her hubby can't see the secret smile
curving her lips as she punches in the number.