It was supposed to be a quick and easy job! Straight in, collect all the gear then leg it.

I'd done my homework. Spent the past two weeks casing the neighbourhood, posing as a religious nut looking for converts. It's a favourite ruse that guarantees most people will ignore you as harmless. But it does allow you to knock on doors, the purpose being to discover which homes are occupied during the day and which are empty. You can even return several days in a row calling again on the homes where there was no reply previously. This allows you to build a picture of the whole area and identifies the which homes can be targeted safely and which are surrounded by prying eyes.

Yes...I'd done the homework. I'd even done one job three days before on another street and figured the neighbourhood was good for another two or three jobs. This was only my second, and it should have been easy! I was dressed in a suit and tie carrying a battered, dog-eared bible and a handful of religious tracts, calling at a few of the other empty houses in my role as the bible basher. A subtle deception that should satisfy the curiosity of any onlookers. Once on the target doorstep, I rang the doorbell. Well, you never know, someone may have unexpectedly stayed at home and it maintains the deception. As expected there was no answer so I quickly opened the door using a useful tool of the trade, but before going in I mimed at the doorway showing a religious pamphlet to an imaginary occupant.

Then I was in. I quickly closed the door and listened for signs of anyone at home, there may have been someone ill in bed! Not a sound. Next I entered the lounge and carefully looked out of the window checking the street and the windows of the houses opposite. All quiet, a successful entry, now to work. The first task is to locate a suitable bag. A holdall is preferable, but a suitcase will do. Of course I don't bring my own, that would look very suspicious. Why wander the neighbourhood with an empty bag when every home has them! Most people keep them upstairs in a bedroom cupboard so I went up and located a holdall on the top shelf of the main bedroom wardrobe. I began by sorting the lady's jewellery, choosing only those items I knew from experience would be valuable. The gentleman's dresser can also yield some choice items and this home was no exception. I found a very nice Rolex watch and some gold cufflinks and placed them safely in one of the zip pockets of the bag.

For the next fifteen minutes, I continued to move through the bedrooms picking choice items such as the latest CDs, small electrical goods etc. I was just about finished upstairs when I heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in a lock. I froze, heart pounding as the front door opened. Seconds later the door banged shut and I carefully peered over the banister. A school kid! It was only two in the afternoon, what the hell was she doing home at this time?

I had two choices. I could leg it now, taking the stuff I had already, it wasn't a bad haul. Or, I could stay and finish the job. Either way she would see me, I wouldn't be working this neighbourhood again for quite some time. I anticipated I would find at least two to three times the value of loot downstairs than I had upstairs. For some reason, call it greed, I chose to stay.

Dropping the holdall at the top of the stairs, I dashed down. The girl looked up in surprise, frozen to the spot. Just what I wanted. However, as I reached the bottom step she found her feet and bolted for the front door. I was two steps behind her and moving fast. The girl was fumbling with the lock as I reached her, crashing into her back and crushing her against the door. The sound of our joint collision with the door was loud and I cursed, hoping no one was passing outside. Stepping back, I grabbed her arms, dragging her back towards the stairs. She screamed. It was a high pitched squeal that grated on my nerves. Letting go of one arm, I clamped my hand over her mouth. She bit my hand, hard. It was my turn to yell! She used the diversion to wriggle free of my grasp and dash down the hall.

I chased after her into the lounge. She started grabbing things to throw at me, cushions, remote controls for TV and video, even a box of tissues! I fended them off as I cautiously edged towards her. A porcelain ornament hit me painfully on the forehead then fell to the floor, smashing into several pieces. A shame, as it was quite a nice one that I would have taken with me. The girl dashed around the coffee table trying to get back to the front door. I reached out and grabbed a handful of white cotton school shirt and long blonde hair. There was a ripping sound and she screamed again. A couple of buttons bounced on the polished wood floor. She was pulled off balance and fell, pulling me with her. I fell over the coffee table, toppling it, and landed with a crash on top of a potted plant.

She struggled free again and ran off. I extracted myself from the mess of magazines and soil and followed her into the hall. In a surprise move, she didn't head for the front door, but turned and ran up the stairs. Now I had her, there was no escape from up there. I caught up with her again in the main bedroom, but she defended herself like a cornered wildcat swinging at me with her little fists and kicking out with her heavy school shoes. Finally I rushed her, pushing her onto the bed and pinning her down with my weight.

She began screaming again. "Gerroffme! Gerroffme!" in a high pitch screech. I grabbed a pillow and covered her face. She was still screaming and I didn't want to suffocate her! I looked around for an alternative. I pulled a handful of tissues from a box of Kleenex on the night stand, and stuffed them into her wide open mouth. She clamped her teeth together, hard. I yelped at the pain, snatching my finger out of that vicious trap and she began spitting the tissues out. I remembered I was wearing a tie and quickly pulled it from around my neck. I pressed it into her mouth, trapping most of the tissue. I wrapped the tie around her head and knotted it. There, that silenced her!

The girl hadn't given up however. She started bucking like a wild horse at a rodeo, almost throwing me clean off the bed. She managed to get her hands free, using them to good effect pounding at my head. I grabbed her hands and looked for something to secure them with. There was a bath robe draped over the bed with a tie chord around the waist. Quickly pulling the chord off the robe, I tied her wrists together with one end and tied the other end to the headboard.

I climbed off the bed. The girl was secure but still didn't give up, swinging her feet trying to kick me. One of her school shoes came off and I had to duck. It sailed across the room and struck the window with a loud bang. I cringed at the noise. I decided she wasn't secure enough. Finding some silk ties hanging in the wardrobe, I tied each ankle in turn to the footboard of the bed. At last she stopped struggling, perhaps now realising the futility of it.

I went to the window and looked out on the street expecting to see the whole neighbourhood gathering outside to see what all the noise was about. It was quiet. Not a soul in sight. No curious faces at the windows of the houses opposite. I rushed downstairs, taking the holdall with me and very nearly rushed out the front door, I was in such a panic. Stopping in the hall to take a few breaths and calm down, I decided to finish the job I had come for. As I worked, the panic eased only to be replaced with anger. I had bruises all over my arms, legs and head and my fingers had been bitten. I really wanted to return the favour but I had been taught never to hit girls so I pushed those thoughts aside.

It only took another fifteen minutes to gather all the worthwhile valuables and I was ready to leave. Just as I was about to open the front door, however, I heard a truck engine pull up outside. My heart began racing. Had the parents come home now? I looked out the window but there was only a parcel delivery service truck in the street. The delivery man climbed from his cab carrying a parcel and made his way to the house opposite. I could have told him no one was at home there.

I would have to wait until the delivery truck had gone before I could leave so I decided to check on the girl. She was struggling unsuccessfully with the bonds at her wrists when I entered the bedroom. She gave me a look of pure venom, her face red with anger. I smiled back. She looked strangely appealing lying there on the bed. Her shirt, mostly ripped open except for a single button, revealed a white vest with pink lace trim. Scruffy blond locks of hair half covered her face. Her rumpled skirt had pulled up on one side, a small strip of panty fabric just visible, matching the vest.

I wondered how old she was. She looked no older than a kid of nine or ten, but she had fought with the ferocity of a teenager. I couldn't ask her because she was gagged and I certainly wasn't going to get my fingers anywhere near those sharp cub teeth! Curiosity got the better of me. I undid the last button on her school shirt and flicked the tattered remnants aside. Her chest was mostly flat with just the suggestion of tits pushing the vest fabric up. Still curious, I pulled the hem of the vest roughly up to her armpits revealing small cones topped with quite large puffy nipples. They looked gorgeous. I ran the back of my finger over one of them, marvelling at how firm it was yet so soft to the touch. Her nipple stiffened, standing proud, a rigid rubber cylinder that looked just like one of those little erasers on the top of school pencils. My cock began to stiffen too.

I glanced out of the window. The delivery man had given up with the house opposite and was heading down the neighbours drive no doubt hoping to leave the parcel with them. No one home there either pal!

Looking back at the kid, I noticed that though she still had a red face, it was not anger that glowed back at me, but shame, humiliation. I smiled at her again, reminding her it was me calling the shots now. I sat on the bed next to her, taking both her tits in my hands, enjoying the firm but soft texture of her undeveloped breasts and teasing her cute rubber teats to hard points. I pinched both nipples between forefinger and thumb and pulled them up shaping her tits into tall cones. She groaned and wriggled her body trying to move away from my touch. My mouth watered as I thought of sucking those nipples. Then I thought, 'Why not!' I figured I could get her whole titty in my mouth. I wasn't wrong. I sucked each delightful cone in turn, flicking her nipples with my tongue as I did so. Smiling with desire, I sucked harder drawing one of her titties up from her chest and pulling upwards stretching her skin until it slipped free from my mouth with a slurping sound. I repeated the exercise with her other budding boob, but this time gripping her prominent erect nipple with my teeth. The kid screamed but the gag muffled the sound so that it sounded more like an urgent moan.

By now, my cock was rock hard and felt quite painful restricted in my shorts. Reaching down, I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. Still curious, I wondered what her cunt looked like. Did she have pussy hair, or did she still have a bald baby cunt? I flipped the hem of her school skirt up over her tummy revealing her white and pink lace trim panties. Hooking my fingers into the waist band, I roughly pulled the panties down around her thin thighs. She was bald. Or was she? On closer inspection she did have a few strands of blonde fluff just beginning to show on her mons. I gently stroked the soft fluff then allowed my finger to stray to her virgin cunt lips, pushing my finger between her soft outer lips.

I could feel her tiny clit, a small hard lump under my finger. I rubbed it then flicked it with my fingernail. She flinched so I repeated the action several times forcing her to wriggle her hips in an attempt to evade my rough probing. Using both hands, I pulled her pussy lips open to gaze at her sweet, as yet unadulterated cunt hole. I pushed my finger into her virgin fuck hole. She was hot inside and just slightly damp. Her passage was tight and my finger only eased in up to the first knuckle joint, further entrance barred by her unbroken hymen.

Her baby cunt looked delicious. I was filled with an overwhelming urge to eat her pussy so I knelt by the bed and lowered my mouth to her virgin sex. There was a faint whiff of sweat and stale piss. My tongue licked her crack from cunt hole to clit then back again, lubricating and washing her with my saliva.

My cock was bursting for freedom. Reaching down, I undid my trousers freeing my stiff pole and rubbed it in urgent excitement. With my free hand I played with her titties, pulling and pinching her nipples. I began sucking her cunt with vigour, drawing her puffy bald pussy lips up into my mouth and chewing on the soft flesh, then turned my attention to her clit. Sucking hard I pulled it up, using my teeth to keep a grip on it just as I had done with her nipples, until it tore free from my mouth. I repeated this delightful exercise several times until her clit was engorged and poked proudly from between her pussy lips like a miniature erection. The kid squirmed on the bed groaning loudly through the gag, tears streaming down her angelic face.

The pressure in my balls was becoming unbearable. I would soon unload my wad into the bedding at the side of the bed, but that would be a waste of good cum when there was a fresh virgin cunt waiting for its first stiff cock. I stood up and dropped my trousers. My dick bobbed up and down eagerly, its angry purple head glistened with copious amounts of pre-cum that dripped lazily in long strings on to the bed. My balls rolled within their fleshy sack in anticipation of the forthcoming climax.

The young girls eyes went wide at the sight of my throbbing cock. The realisation of what was about to happen to her shocking her so much that she wet herself. A small trickle of yellow liquid erupted from her cunt lips like a spring, then suddenly a jet of piss shot from between he legs in an arc to splash on the carpet at the foot of the bed. As the stream weakened, the arc of piss grew smaller splashing on the footboard then soaking the duvet between the girl's outstretched legs. The jet ended as suddenly as it had began, a final two or three spurts landing on the whit and pink lace panties still stretched between her thighs, the last dribbles running down the length of her bald cunt and between her ass cheeks to soak into the duvet.

The girls panties would make it awkward for me to lie between her legs comfortably. I tried to pull them down some more but could not get them further than her knees. I untied one leg, quickly slipped the wet scrap of fabric off her foot then retied her leg to the footboard. The wet patch of duvet between her legs didn't look particularly comfortable either, so I grabbed the discarded bath robe and spread it over the wet patch. I lay on the bed next to the girl, forcing my knees under her legs. This lifted her ass of the bed allowing my cock to slip up between her stretched thighs.

I took hold of my stiff prick and pressed the swollen glans to her wet crack. By rubbing my cock up and down the split between her cunt lips I forced them open, bathing her inner lips and clit with my pre-cum. With urgent haste, I pressed my cock head into her incredibly tight fuck hole. I had only pushed the tip of my glans in when I felt the resistance of her hymen barring further progress. I pushed harder, but the barrier held. Withdrawing slightly I prepared for a sudden sharp lunge, but in my haste to split her baby cherry my aim wasn't true and my rigid shaft was deflected out of her cunt and ploughed a furrow between her pussy lips to spread pre-cum over her bare mons.

For the second attempt I took a firm hold of my cock and aiming carefully plunged in with one swift decisive movement. There was a moment when irresistible force met an immovable barrier, but then her hymen gave and my throbbing probe sank into her hot cunt. The kid stiffened and tried to scream through the gag. I marvelled a the capacity of a child's cunt to accommodate most of my cock as I slid in and out of her tight hole. Her cunt lips were stretched wide as my stiff rod, slick with love juice and blood, rammed into her.

I bent my head to her tits, once again sucking them and nipping them with my teeth as before. The pressure within my balls grew and my pumping action became faster, more urgent, until finally with a long groan my cock finally erupted, filling her baby cunt with thick spurts of cum. The girls tight pussy was incapable of containing the copious quantity of spunk and it oozed from her hole, tainted pink with her blood, despite the substantial plug of my cock. I lay exhausted, panting for breath, my head on her chest licking her swollen abused nipples. Gradually the stiffness in my cock receded and the tightness of her well fucked pussy hole squeezed it out.

Outside, a car drove past. It didn't stop, but the sound reminded me I needed to leave, soon! I jumped of the bed and hopped to the window, checking the street as I pulled my trousers up. The delivery truck was no longer there. I didn't hear it leave! The street was quiet again, so I left the bedroom quickly and skipped down the stairs.

I grabbed the bag of loot and slipped out the front door and walked calmly long the road.

 

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