J. Forte: The Sex Thief

Marc felt her tense and he knew she was about to make it again. He had not been with her long enough to bring himself off, but it was of no matter-they bad ample time for him to gratify himself. And there was still Cindy-lovely Cindy-to think about. He held onto the wildly thrashing woman as she cried out again and dug her nails into his hips as she' bucked her loins against his in an effort to shove his prick even deeper into her spasming cunt.

"Iiiieeeee!" she wailed, and shuddered strongly against his sweated body. "Fuck… fuck… fuck meeeeee!" and she fell forward then, her body exhausted and her flesh wet with her own sweat and their combined juices.

Marc held her to him as she sobbed softly and regained her breath. Finally, he rolled her off him gently and stood up as the sound of an automobile came to them from the drive.

Barbara looked up at his dim form languidly and sighed, "That's Cindy… are, you going to fuck her too?" The tone of her voice transmitted far more than her words, for Marc had heard the same jealous tone before. He smiled down at her and pulled a piece of cord from his jacket pocket. He dangled it above her and let it trail over her sopping pussy.

"For appearances… " he told her "I'll release you after I'm sure how she's going to act. And he knelt beside the exhausted woman to tie her hands at the small of her back. When he had completed his chore, he rolled her over again, reached for his ski mask and kissed her softly on the mouth. "This might be more interesting than you think, Babs." Then he stood and pulled the ski mask over his face and reached for his trousers.

In the driveway, Cindy fought with her boyfriend as he tried to run his hand up her skirt. "Please, Donny!" she cried. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Aw, come on, Cindy… have a heart… just let me touch it!"

"You're an animal!" she spit at him and threw open the door of the car. "I don't care if you never call again," she added, as she slammed it heavily.

"Shit!" the boy exclaimed and fired the engine of the car as the girl stalked to the house without looking back. "Fuckin' prick teaser!" The sound of his tires burning rubber sounded through the quiet neighborhood as he raced out of the drive.

Cindy stabbed her key into the front door lock and twisted it violently as the echo of the boy's car diminished in the distance. She was angry and hurt and her entire evening had been spoiled by his constant effort to get her to submit to him sexually. And she was angry with herself, too, for not having submitted. "Shit!" she said aloud and realized she had the wrong key; she used the proper key and was relieved to find all of the lights out-she really wasn't ready for a lecture from Miss Goody Two Shoes-Barbara. All she wanted to do was to run to her room, strip her clothes from her aching body and take her candle out from under the mattress where she kept it hidden. Then she'd be able to calm down long enough to go to sleep.

Cindy closed the door quietly, threw the latch and slipped out of her shoes. She bent down to pick them up and as she did, a gloved hand closed around her mouth and another took hold of her arm and twisted it painfully to the small of her back. A muffled scream came from her tightly covered mouth and she struggled until she felt her arm forced upward and she was raised to her tiptoes.

"Don't struggle, Cindy… no harm is going to come to you. Just don't cry out or resist… do you understand me?" Marc whispered softly in her ear as he released the pressure on her arm. She whimpered as he removed his hand from her mouth and pressed his body against hers.

"Who… who are you?" she asked in a frightened tone.

Twisting her other arm behind her, Marc tied them both quickly and whispered to her, "Who I am isn't important, Cindy… but what I am is."

Cindy felt her hands tied behind her and her panic rose as the man spoke to her in gentle tones. She didn't understand his meaning and she told him, "If you're looking for money, my father keeps some upstairs, and… "

Marc closed his hand about her mouth again and silenced her. He turned her then, holding her by her slender waist, and said, "Cindy… you don't understand. I'm not here to rob your parents-and I'm not here to hurt you. It's true I'm a thief, but I only steal one thing… "

Cindy looked at the man's and, as he spoke, his hands moved from her waist to her full young breasts. The implication of his wore suddenly clear to her. "Oh, no!" she cried, a gloved hands closed around her tits. "You… you're a sex fiend!"

Marc laughed quietly and pulled the girl to him. He held her frightened face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the mouth as she stood frozen with fear before him. She stiffened as his lips touched hers and, other than a faint quivering, there was no response to his warm kiss. As their lips parted, Marc told her, "I've been called worse." Then he took hold of her elbow and led her into the darkened den. As they approached the long divan that set before the fireplace, Cindy stiffened as she caught sight of her stepmother's clothing scattered about by the bat Marc stopped a few feet away from the divan and, as the girl's eyes became-accustomed to the darkness, she saw Barbara lying face down on.the floor, her hands bound at the small of her back-completely naked.

"Oh…" she mewed softly.

"She's all right," Marc assured the girl. "I haven't harmed her."

Cindy stood and looked at her stepmother's beautiful nude form lying just a few feet away, and an involuntary shudder went through her frightened young body. She was confused and excited at the same time, and, over that, fear welled up to give a nightmare quality to the, situation. She felt herself being led around the couch and, as the man released her arm, she sat down heavily and winced as she leaned back too hard on her bound wrists. She watched as the man removed something from his pocket and for the first time realized he was only partially clothed. My God, she thought, has he already done it to her? And with the thought came the obscene vision of the masked man sticking his prick into Barbara's lewdly exposed cunt as she whimpered in fear beneath him. She squeezed shut her eyes as she felt the man tying something about her head and a new surge of fear went through her as she realized she was being blindfolded.

Standing back, Marc pulled off his gloves, his trousers and then his ski mask as Barbara looked up at him questioningly. Kneeling beside her, he slipped the cord from her wrists and whispered, "Don't you think it's time she received an education, Babs?"

The woman sat up and rubbed her wrists as she looked at the helpless girl sitting on the couch. She licked her lips and envisioned this man doing all the things to Cindy that he had done with her, and a thrill went through her body. She felt her pulse pounding heavily in her temples and the giddiness she had experienced earlier seemed to return as she realized he intended to do that very thing-with or without her approval. Barbara had never had sex with another woman, though she had fantasized it on a number of occasions. She had read a great deal on the subject of lesbianism, and though she had never actually admitted it to herself-beyond the fantasies-she was highly intrigued by the idea. Now she had the opportunity, and the excitement welled in her lush body as she sat up and reached for Marc's prick and kissed him passionately.

"Yes," she said as their lips parted and she felt his prick grow stiff in her hand.

Marc took hold of Cindy's arm and pulled the girl onto the floor between them. She cried out softly as she felt herself being pulled off the couch, but she offered no resistance. Marc placed a finger to his lips and then, held up a hand as Barbara looked at the gift expectantly. She licked her lips again, then sat back and watched. Marc removed the light sandals the girl wore and tossed them aside. He ran his hand up the back of her smooth calf and stopped just short of the hem of her dress. Then, he lifted the garment and exposed the white panties the girl wore. Running his hand along her exposed thigh, he stopped an inch from her crotch and asked her, "Has a man ever done this to you before, Cindy?"