From: Hawaiian Heat <hheat@accessus.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Black Burglar (n/c, inter, huml, voy, cheating)
Date: Fri, 18 Oct 1996 23:03:15 -0500

			       Burglar

	Michelle parked her smart red Porsche in the long, curved
driveway of her large home. Her matching red high heels clicked on the
stone steps leading to the front door. Robert watched her from the den
and, after two years of marriage, still couldn't help thinking what a
lucky man he was to have caught her fancy. He admired the way her
frequent trips to the private health club kept her trim 24-year old
body in fantastic shape. Even now, as she skipped up the steps, he
could see her lithe, athletic legs flexing in her hose. She wore a
conservative gray business suit that scarcely hid her large, pendulous
breasts. They tested the material of her thin blouse and jacket and
bobbed perceptibly as she pranced into the foyer of the house.

	Seeing Robert watch her, Michelle smiles selfconsciously. In
spite of her beauty she was humble and modest, as modest as her
voluptuous body would allow her to be. She shook her long blond hair
free from its bun and he watched the light wavy locks cascade down
her shoulders and frame the spread of her bosomed jacket.

	"How was your day, dear," Robert asked, sipping his cocktail
and offering a glass to Michelle.

	"Oh, horrid. I think I nailed that Levy account, though. Mr.
Peters actually told me I had done a good job with it. Imagine that!"
Her laughter was Angels at play.

	Noting that she carried her gym bag, Robert asked, "Stop by
the gym today?"

	She paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.

	"Yes. I stopped by during my lunch hour. Why do you ask?" she
added suspiciously.

	"Nothing. I'm glad you got a chance to visit the club. I know
how much you enjoy your work outs."

	She seemed to relax with that.

	Michelle removed her jacket and laid it across a chair in the
foyer. The outline of her breasts were clearly visible through the
sheer material of her white blouse, and her large, perpetually hard
nipples tented the tips, In spite of the bra she wore. She stretched
luxuriously.

	"Don't either of you move!"

	The sound of the deep masculine voice caused both Michelle and
Robert to spin their heads towards the kitchen door. There, holding a
revolver leveled at the two, was a large Black man dressed in Black
sweat pants and a Black turtle neck. He wore a Black watch cap and
leather gloves.

	"Don't make any noise. I just want your jewelry and valuables.
If you cooperate neither of you will get hurt," he growled.

	"Oh my God," Michelle said meekly, holding her hand at her
throat. Robert said, "Take what you want. Just don't harm us!"

	"Move into this kitchen!" the burglar demanded. Michelle and
Robert entered the kitchen. The Black man ordered them to sit at the
breakfast table. Robert could smell the burglar's sweat.

	"I'll have that broach, lady," he said, waving the barrel of
his gun at the expensive bobble at Michelle's neck.

	"No. My husband gave it to me on the day we were engaged!"
Without hesitation the burglar grabbed the broach and ripped it from
her blouse. His action pooped the buttons on the top of her shirt and
it spread to reveal her deep cleavage. Her alarmed breathing seemed to
make her tits grow, threatening to burst the catch on her bra.

	"Now, those look pretty good, too" the burglar commented,
licking his lips. He slowly traced a line from Michelle's neck to her
cleavage with the tip of his gun barrel.

	"Now see here!" Robert rose to his feet. A blinding flash of
intense pain forced him back to his seat and he realized that the
burglar had hit him across his jaw with the revolver. Robert could
feel a trickle of blood begin to meander down one corner of his mouth.

	"Please, Robert! Do what he says," Michelle pleaded.

	"Yeah, do what I says," the burglar gave an evil grin.

	"Now, I'm gonna have you both strip and I'm gonna tie yous in
yous chairs. That's give me time to get what I want and get outta
here. You strip fust, white boy."

	Shaking with rage and impotent shame, Robert began shedding
his casual clothes. The Black burglar's eyes darted from Robert to
Michelle and back. At last Robert slipped on his expensive silk jockey
shorts.

	"Shit! Whatcha doing with this hamster dick, lady?" the Negro
guffawed. Robert looked down and saw that his penis, through fear,
had shrunk to just a button.

	"Bastard," Michelle hissed at the burglar. He silenced her by
drawing back his arm as if to strike her.

	"Sit in your chair, white boy. Now, let me help the little
lady with her clothes."

	"No! I won't allow it... " Robert started to rise but the
burglar brandished the gun at him, then placed the muzzle to
Michelle's head.

	"I'm gonna ventilate this bitch's head if you don't do as I
say, white boy!"

	"Please! Please don't hurt me!" Michelle pleaded, tears
coursing down her cheeks.

	Standing behind Michelle the Black slipped one hand around to
her tit and began to massage it roughly. Michelle hung her head in
shame and sobbed quietly. He then pulled the tails of her blouse from
the waist of her skirt and slip it off her shoulders. He pulled off
one glove with his teeth and reached around to unsnap her bra.
Michelle's tits feel free and swayed slightly in front of her. He
resumed his handling of her firm, large tits.

	Robert averted his gaze down at the floor, burning with rage.

	"Look up, white boy! Look up or I cap the bitch!"

	Robert raised his head and noticed that Michelle was no longer
sobbing, She seemed to be biting her lip to keep silent. At the same
time, Robert saw that Michelle was, barely perceptibly, grinding her
but against the burglars front.

	"Whoa! This is some hot ho'," the Black laughed.

	He reached down her front to the hem of her short skirt. His
hand disappeared under her skirt and between her legs. Suddenly
Michelle moaned and her knees buckled. She was supported by the
Black's strong hand on her womanhood. Michelle seemed to go limp. Her
head lolled from side to side and her eyes were shut. She sucked her
breath in between clenched teeth.

	The Black turned Michelle to face the table then leaned her
forward. Her tits mashed flat against the table top. She was chewing
on one knuckle.

	"Michelle... " Robert said meekly.

	"Oh, Robert. I'm so sorry... " she moaned.

	Robert was perplexed. Michelle never seemed to abandon herself
during sex and, quite frankly, never seemed all that interested in sex
in the first place. Now she was moaning like a cat in heat with this
stranger pawing her private parts. Robert could smell her lubricated
labia and could hear the increasing wet sounds on the Black's thick
fingers working her vulva. At last the Black backed away from Robert's
wife. Robert gasped when he saw the distinct outline of the burglar'
bulging erection through the material of his sweat pants. Michelle
twitched on the table, her rump rising and falling at if to some
primitive music.

	"See this, white boy? This is prime Alabama mud snake!"

	The burglar kept the gun trained on Robert and tugged down his
sweat pants with his free hand. His unbound cock suddenly cleared the
waist of his pants and sprung out from his body and bobbed obscenely.
Robert couldn't believe his eyes. The man's penis was at least nine
inches long and at thick as Michelle's wrist. It had a slight upwards
curve to it. The Black massaged his cock with his free hand, pulling
the foreskin back and forth. Robert could almost feel it vibrate in
the air, much like the way a fine bass guitar is felt rather than
heard.

	The Black lifted the rear hem of Michelle's skirt and flipped
it back to reveal her shapely ass. Smiling wickedly, he ripped the
delicate pink lace panties from her and tossed them at Robert's face.
The panties hit them and slipped away. Robert could feel the cool air
on his cheeks from Michelle's damp panties.

	"Don't do this, man! I'll pay you anything!" Robert pleaded.
The burglar only smiled and worked his horse cock to diamond hardness.
He them positioned it at Michelle's pouty pussy. Her eyes suddenly
opened and she rose on her palms to look back over her shoulder. Her
gasp sent shivers of fear down Robert's spin.

	"I can't take that! Please... " she begged.

	The burglar ignored her pleas and slipped his cock-tip up and
down her groove. She shuddered involuntarily and moaned again, loudly.
Robert suddenly became aware of an odd feeling. Looking down into his
lap he saw that his own penis was fully erect and lifting Michelle's
torn panties. His heart leapt into his throat. How could this be?

	"Hey! Look at that little pecker!" the Negro boomed.

	Michelle dreamily opened her eyes and regarded her husband's
smallish prick. She narrowed her eye brows and looked at it with
disdain. The burglar slipped an inch of his bloated cock into Robert's
wife's snug snatch. Michelle's eyes clenched and she hissed through
her grinding teeth.

	"Tell me you want it!" the burglar commanded.

	"Please... don't make me... " Michelle hissed.

	"Say it!"

	"I... I want your cock... please," Michelle said softly.

	"No. Say it loud. Say it with feeling!"

	"I... I want your Black cock!" she hissed.

	"Go on!"

	"I want your big Black cock in me. I want to feel you deep in
my belly!"

	"You're a natural, kid," the Black laughed.

	The burglar began slowly sliding his organ into her body. The
resistance of her tight vagina caused his long cock to bend and
buckle, but he slowly increased his depth. Michelle moved her ass from
side to side and up and down, trying to accommodate the massive
invader. Keeping the muzzle pointed at Robert he reached around with
his free hand and cupped one of Michelle's swinging breaths...

	"Ohhhh... " she said with a shudder.

	"You like to have those tits played with, huh?"

	"Yes! Play with my tits!"

	Precum was drooling from the end on Robert's pink prick. He
cursed his body for its betrayal. He noticed that the forward
movement of the Black man's cock had stopped in Michelle's gash.
Robert knew that the Black had hit bottom. There was still two full
inches of unused cock left! The Black slowly pulled part-way out then
slid it back in. He increased his tempo with each thrust. Within
minutes his thrusts were so violent that the movement lifted
Michelle's hips off the table and force her to her tippy toes.

	"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Michelle wailed.

	She looked sadly at Robert, who's hand had subconsciously
moved to stroke his own erection. "I'm so sorry, Robert! I can't help
it! Please forgive me!"

	"I forgive you, love," he responded in a whisper. Sweat
dripped from the burglar's chin and he seemed to be lost in
concentration as he jack-hammered the blond. A ring of foam formed at
the base of his cock at its deepest marking. He savaged Michelle's
swinging tits.

	At last, he gave a mighty thrust that slid Michelle across the
table. He followed, bringing his knees to her sides and continued to
hammer her delicate pussy. Spittle flew from his fat lips and his eyes
rolled up into his head. His thrusts became ragged, then slowed.
Robert knew that the Black had drained his balls deep into his wife's
quim. Michelle's body writhed beneath the burglar. She forced herself
back against his cock and wiggled her ass uncontrollably. Gasping for
breath, the Black finally slid his slackening erection from her ruddy
cunt.

	"No... " Michelle protested softly.

	Robert looked down at his hand and realized that he had cum. A
modestly rivulet of frosty white liquid drained down his knuckles. The
Black's cock hung limply from his crotch. It was glistening with his
own spooge and Michelle's natural lubricant. Even now, with it limp,
it was a massive organ.

	"Get up!" he ordered Michelle between gasps.

	"Your little missus is gonna show me where the jewelry be. You
stay right there, white boy, or I cap the bitch."

	"Do as he says, Robert." She pleaded.

	As soon as Robert heard them on the second-story floor he ran
for the kitchen phone.

	"Damn," he thought. "The line's cut!"

	Maybe Michelle had her cellular phone in her gym bag! Robert
began fishing through her sweaty gym clothes when something caught his
eye. He lifted a Polaroid picture from Michelle's gym bag and stared
at the image with disbelief. There was Michelle, in her workout duds,
standing next to the burglar. Only now, the burglar was dressed in
tight shorts and had a red tank top with the words "Trainer" across
the chest. From their smiles in the picture it was obvious to Robert
that they were quite friendly. When Michelle returned to the kitchen
she collapsed at Robert's feet.

	"Oh my God! I thought it would never end! He left by the back
gate dear. We are free of him."

	"I should call the police, dear," Robert said, running his
hand over Michelle's head.

	"No! You can't! I mean, he knows where we live and he might
come back! Let's just try to forget that this ever happened. Okay?"
Robert looked down at his beautiful wife. He could see a pool of foamy
spooge forming on the floor under her pussy. He thought she had never
looked sexier.