This was not originally written as a two-parter, but I enjoyed it so much, I decided to write a sequel. It is still in progress, but I hope to finish it soon.
One evening I looked outside and noticed a couple of people peeking in my neighbor’s window.
“Come here, Andrea,” I said, “Someone’s messing around outside our neighbor’s house.”
“I see them. It looks like Jessica and Taylor. Those two are no good.” These were two nineteen-year-old girls in our neighborhood who always seem to be up to mischief. They walk the streets late at night, usually headed to a friend’s house that lives near us, yelling and cussing and annoying people. When someone broke into our shed, the thought crossed my mind that they could be involved.
“Now it looks like they’re trying to break in. I’d better call the cops.”
“Don’t bother,” Andrea said, “By the time they get here the girls will be gone.”
“You’re probably right. I’ll go catch them and then you can call the cops.”
“No, I’ll get them. The two of them shouldn’t be a problem for me to handle. Besides, it wouldn’t look good if you got in a tangle with them.” She had a point since there was a high probability they would try to resist.
Andrea didn’t have time to change so she went out looking sexy wearing only a thin t-shirt, pajama pants, and house shoes. Though my wife has a short, compact build, it is full of curves with plump breasts, a narrow waist, and a bubble-shaped ass. She walked around the side of the neighbor’s house and I lost sight of her. A few seconds later, she reappeared holding the girls by their wrists leading them to our house. Although my wife is no Amazon, she was bigger than both petite gangster wannabees. Jessica was an inch taller but 20 lbs. lighter, while Taylor was closer to my wife’s size, but probably an inch shorter and 10 lbs. lighter.
“We weren’t doing anything,” Taylor protested.
“Let us go bitch!” Jessica exclaimed.
The two girls were clearly intimidated by my wife, who looked incredibly sexy as she confidently led them towards our house. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her thin t-shirt fit snugly around her ample breasts. Her nipples had reacted to the cool night air and had sprung to attention. My wife was a decade older but much more sensual and shapelier in contrast with these two cute, but unimpressively built girls. Jessica had dark hair and an adorably cute face but was thin with barely a trace of an ass or tits. Taylor, a bottle blonde, was slightly shapelier than her friend and had a decent ass, but small tits and an average face.
“What are you going to do with us?” Taylor asked
“I’m not going to do anything with you two, except call the police,” my wife said, smugly, “They will probably arrest you two for trespassing and take you to jail.”
Suddenly the expression on the two girls’ faces turned from concern to fright.
“No!” Jessica screamed, “Let us go!” The two girls began to struggle, trying to break free, but Andrea had a tight grip on their wrists. With their free hands, the duo began lashing out. My wife grimaced as they slapped her pretty face and pulled her hair. When she squealed at Jessica pawing at her boobs, she revealed a weakness. Jessica dug her claws into one of Andrea’s plump mounds and began twisting with all her might. While Jessica attacked her boob, Taylor jammed her hand between Andrea’s thighs, digging her fingers into my wife’s tender flesh.
Suddenly, it was Andrea who was trying to break free as she found herself being molested. My wife spun loose and backed away from the girls. She looked a little flustered with her hair falling messily over her flushed face and the heavyweight of her breasts heaved up and down as she panted excitedly. Taylor reached and grabbed one of Andrea’s hard, erect nipples and twisted.
“Ooowww!” Andrea cried and then slapped Taylor solid across her cheek. Taylor looked stunned for a moment before lunging at my wife. The two locked arms and began tussling. My wife was clearly the stronger and quickly backed the young blonde up against a tree. From my window, I had a great view of my wife’s pajama pants stretched tight over her shapely tush, as she leaned forward trying to keep Taylor backed up against the tree trunk. Unfortunately, her house shoes began slipping on the slick grass and she found herself slowly being forced backward.
Jessica obviously found Andrea’s sexy rump inviting and gave it a hard slap.
“Hey! Stop that!” Andrea whined as Jessica smacked her tooshie again. Then Jessica grabbed the waistband of Andrea’s pajama pants and slid them down her sweetly curved hips and shapely bottom, revealing her mint green colored panties. “Nnooo!” Andrea squealed as Jessica pinched her ass repeatedly, before palming a handful of butt cheek and squeezing. My wife struggled to maintain control over Taylor with her backside being fondled. Then Jessica reached around Andrea and slid her hand between my wife’s creamy thighs. Suddenly, Andrea let out a gasp, as her mouth dropped open. For just a moment her eyes rolled up in her head and I knew what had happened. I couldn’t see Jessica’s hand, but her fingers had obviously slid inside Andrea’s panties, penetrating the entrance of her womanhood. My wife’s strength weakened from being violated and Taylor was able to toss her to the ground.
Andrea pulled her pants up while the two girls stood over her, teasing and laughing. My wife looked angry as she kneeled on the ground.
“Not so tough now, are you bitch?” Taylor taunted. Determined to shut her up, Andrea jumped to her feet and lunged at her, but Jessica grabbed a handful of her strawberry blonde hair from behind and yanked her backward, slinging her back to the ground. Each time my wife tried to get up, one of the girls would hair whip her back down.
After being slung around the yard multiple times by her hair, Andrea tried a different tactic. She grabbed Jessica by the ankles and pulled her legs out from under her. Taylor grabbed her from behind, but my wife was able to flip her onto her back. Andrea started to get up, but Jessica grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back down. Jessica and Andrea began to wrestle. Andrea could have taken Jessica with no problem if Taylor hadn’t jumped in. Soon all three were rolling on the ground, tugging and slapping at each other. Unable to defend against 4 hands pawing at her body, my wife was at an obvious disadvantage.
Although my wife did not look to be having much fun, I was really enjoying watching her struggle with the 2 girls. The teens targeted Andrea’s thin top, pulling and stretching it. As they tugged on the snug-fitting t-shirt, they couldn’t help but grab handfuls of Andrea’s tits in the process, causing her even more discomfort. Inevitably the top ripped apart and my wife’s boobs bounced free.
These girls were scrappy for their size, but my wife was stronger. Time and time again, she would gain the upper hand on one of the girls, only for the other one to nullify her advantage. After getting her shirt ripped off, Andrea was able to pin Jessica down, but Taylor grabbed her from behind in a rear headlock and pulled her back. Before Andrea could break the hold, Jessica came at her, digging her claws into my wife’s tender breasts. The brunette took sadistic glee in mauling those sweetly curved boobies.
Andrea fought back, kicking at Jessica, while trying to break Taylor’s headlock. The faux blonde had a solid hold on Andrea and my wife’s face was turning red from being choked. After fending Jessica off, Andrea was able to power out of Taylor’s clutches. Then Andrea twisted around and shoved Taylor to the ground. Since the short blonde was the stronger of the two and was proving to be Andrea’s toughest challenge, my wife seemed to focus more on her in the fight. She was able to pin her down, but Jessica grabbed her from behind.
Making sure no one had wandered into view of the impromptu wrestling match, I scanned our yard for nosy neighbors. While I was enjoying my wife wrestle topless, I didn’t want everyone in the neighborhood getting a free peek at her being fondled by the two teenagers.
Andrea struggled to subdue Taylor while trying to shrug Jessica off her. She locked Taylor in a side headlock and forced the teen’s face into the side of her left boob, trying to smother her. While Taylor squirmed and struggled to break free, Jessica tried to pull my wife off. She grabbed the waistband of my wife’s pajama pants and began tugging. My wife looked back at Jessica with a worried look. She had been embarrassed when they ripped her top off, and now she was concerned she was about to be stripped completely naked in her yard. My wife was not big on public nudity, but I was too excited about the thought of watching her wrestling in the buff to worry about a neighbor walking up. Besides, they were in our backyard late at night. Most of our neighbors were probably asleep.
Andrea released her hold on Taylor and tried to pull her pajama pants from Jessica’s grasp, but only succeeded in ripping it. Taylor sat up and grabbed Andrea in a full nelson. Andrea tried to break free, but Taylor complicated things by snatching a handful of strawberry blonde hair. My wife couldn’t separate Taylor’s arms, without her hair being pulled.
As Taylor held my wife’s arms, Jessica grabbed her panties and pulled. My wife squirmed sexily while her panties were slid down her hips. Despite her best efforts, Andrea was stripped completely naked. She appeared so vulnerable as her bare body was displayed before the naughty teens.
As she lay in Taylor’s arms, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight, the fight left her. She knew she was beaten.
Earlier my wife had seemed so confident, but now she looked demoralized and helpless. Despite her best efforts, the teens had stripped her bare and successfully thwarted every move she made. She had exerted a lot of energy and was breathing hard, while the teens were like energizer bunny rabbits and showed little sign of slowing down.
Andrea tried to get away from her teen tormentors by crawling to the back porch. The duo was not about to let her get away and Jessica ran in front of her, blocking her path. Andrea turned to avoid her and tried to crawl in the opposite direction, but Taylor blocked her path. My wife was moving slowly due to exhaustion and frustration, making her an easy prey for the two teens. They would not let her flee, playfully redirecting her path by pulling her hair and lightly kicking her. If she started moving too slow, they would give her plump toosh a stinging slap or two to speed her up. Watching my wife crawl helplessly around our backyard in a futile attempt to evade her adversaries, reminded me of a couple of kittens playing with a cute little mouse, before devouring it. I knew I should’ve intervened, but my buck-naked wife looked so sexy being harassed by the teens.
“Grab her ankles,” Jessica ordered her friend as she grabbed Andrea’s wrists. Then they lifted her off the ground. Playfully, they heaved her up in the air and then lowered her down to their knees, before heaving her up again. Andrea looked down at the ground, with fear in her eyes, knowing what was going to happen. On the third heave, the teens elevated Andrea up to their eye level, before letting her go, allowing my wife to crash face and tits first on the ground. The teens laughed as my wife lay moaning on the ground.
“Get up and quit being so dramatic,” Jessica teased. Then she reached down and pinched one of Andrea's butt cheeks. Taking Jessica’s cue, Taylor pinched the other cheek. Andrea’s well-rounded ass jiggled and shook as both girls began pinching her plump cheeks.
Desperate to protect her prized asset from further abuse, Andrea rolled over on her back. Jessica took advantage by taking Andrea’s right ankle and directing Taylor to take the left.
“Let’s make a wish and see if it comes true,” Jessica said as they treated Andrea like a wishbone and tried to split her in half. My wife is fairly flexible, but as they pressed her ankles apart, she cried out in pain. The slit between her thighs stretched open wide, exposing her precious pink center. Before they did too much damage, they let her go. Andrea rolled over on her face, her juicy butt sticking up in the air, as she massaged the tender crevice between her legs.
Not giving her time to recover, Taylor grabbed Andrea’s hair from behind and pulled her backward onto her knees. Jessica took Andrea’s chin in her hand and squeezed her cheeks with her fingers.
“You’re not so cocky now, are you, bitch?” Jessica taunted, “Ahh, Taylor, I think she’s about to cry.”
“No, I’m not!” Andrea answered with all the defiance she could muster. Unfortunately, her lower lip began quivering, betraying her true feelings.
“I think she is,” Taylor giggled.
“I’ve got an idea,” Jessica said as she retrieved the two strands of Andrea’s t-shirt. With one piece, she tied Andrea’s hands behind her back. The other piece was used to tie Andrea’s elbows closely together, which had the effect of forcing my wife’s ample chest to jut out. “Let’s have some fun.” Jessica began massaging my wife’s left boob.
“It would be a shame to waste this opportunity,” Taylor said catching Jessica’s drift. She reached down and placed her mouth over my wife’s right boob and began sucking on her nipple.
“You may be ancient, but you are still a prime piece of ass,” Jessica said to my 30-year-old wife. Then she pulled my wife’s face close and kissed her on the lips. My wife tried to keep her lips shut, but Jessica pinched her nose shut forcing my wife’s lips to open involuntarily. As Jessica’s tongue assaulted the inside my wife’s mouth, Taylor’s right hand slid between my wife’s legs and began caressing her womanhood.
Andrea was able to pull her mouth away from Jessica’s and yelled out, “Karl help… umpf!” Before Jessica was able to cover her mouth with her hand.
“Hand me her panties,” Jessica told Taylor. After Taylor retrieved Andrea’s panties, she gave them to Jessica who stuffed them in my wife’s mouth. “That will shut you up.”
“Shit, if our boyfriends could see us now,” Taylor said as she patted Andrea’s soft tooshie, “What do you think they would do?”
“Probably jerk off,” Jessica said with a laugh.
Suddenly the laughter was cut short as two men came around the corner of the house.
“Police! Freeze!” One of them yelled.
“Shit!” Jessica, Taylor, and I said at the same time. In all the fun, I had forgotten that I had called the police. They had driven up quietly with no siren or lights in an attempt to catch the burglars.
In an act of desperation, the two teens shoved my wife, sending her flying forward. Her tits splatted onto the soft grass at the officers’ feet. The cops ignored the two teens, who ran away into the night, instead focusing on the adorable, butt-naked woman laying before them. They lustily reached down and grabbed my wife, jostling her about in their arms.
One cop, with a name tag that said Donald, slipped my wife’s panties out of her mouth and asked, “Are you okay, ma’am?” I noticed he slid the panties into his pocket.
“I… I’m okay,” my wife whimpered, “You need to get those girls.”
“We’ll catch them another time,” the other cop, named Pete, answered, “Right now we’re only concerned about you.”
“Did they hurt you?” Donald asked, his voice cracking like a horny teenager. He brushed the dirt and grass off Andrea’s face.
“A little, but not too bad,” Andrea answered, obviously more shaken up than injured.
“Well, we had better check you out just to be safe,” Pete answered. They began probing her body with their fingers, checking for injuries, paying special attention to her breasts.
“Um… do you think you could untie me?” My wife asked, realizing they were enjoying their examination a little too much.
“Oh sure,” Donald said. The two officers tried for a minute or two but were unable to untie her.
“This is some knot we have here,” Pete muttered, “We need to get a better look at it.” He sat down on the steps of a back porch and laid my wife across his lap, with her butt in the air. I didn’t think it was appropriate for Officer Pete to lay her across his lap, but I certainly thought it was inappropriate how when one was working on the knot, the other would rest his hands on my wife’s toosh.
After several minutes, it was obvious they were not in a hurry to get the knot untied. I opened the back door and said, “What is going on here?”
“Uh… nothing,” Pete stammered, “Are you the husband?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well…uh… it seems your wife was in an altercation,” Pete said, while a red-faced Donald stood silently by. “We need to make a report.”
“No, that’s okay,” I said as I picked her up out of his arms, “She’s fine. No harm no foul.” I knew my wife did not want a public record of her being stripped and molested by two teenage girls. I also knew these two cops wouldn’t talk as their tactics could be viewed as questionable. After getting the cops to leave I helped Andrea into the house.
“Please untie me now?” Andrea asked.
“Sure, no problem,” I said before sliding my hands between her hips.
“What… what are you doing?”
“I just wanted to check something.” Sliding my fingers along her inner thigh I discovered her slit was sopping wet. “Just what I suspected. But my question is who made you wet, the girls or the cops?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Neither… now untie me.”
Ignoring her, I knew what I had to do. She gave me so much pleasure tonight, I knew I needed to repay the favor. I pushed her thighs apart and placed my face between her legs. Heat emanated from her core like a fiery furnace. Sliding my tongue along the warm damp entrance, I could feel her body shudder. As I penetrated the stretching walls of her body, she gasped softly. I’ve never been great at the oral arts, but within minutes I had her crying out in ecstasy, as her body shuddered in completion.
When she finished, she retreated into the shower to clean up. I waited in our bedroom for her to come and repay the favor. After waiting patiently for at least a minute, I barged into the shower. We made love like horny newlyweds.
