Billy and Lisa, with Lisa solidly sucking on Billy’s cock, looked up to see two figures, wearing ski masks. "Who…who are you?” Billy managed to mumble.
The voice of man #1 took on a threatening tone, "How would you like to meet Mr. Smith and Wesson,” he asked, brandishing a pistol. Billy was afraid, more afraid than he had ever been.
Man #2, also armed, moved to Lisa and grabbed her by her arm. "Let go of me!” she implored, “Billy, do something!" Billy was frozen, his body inert with fear.
“Just who is he to you?” man #2 asked.
To which Lisa replied, “He's my stepson. Please don't hurt us. What do you want?" Lisa was clearly scared, but was keeping her cool.
Man #1 said, "Well oh well, step-mommy is sucking stepson’s cock, I’ll bet your husband would like to know what you two have been doing.” For the moment, that silenced Lisa. He continued, “We're going to be your guests for a couple of hours. Then when we're finished with our business here we'll be leaving."
Lisa was puzzled. "Business? What business?" she asked.
Billy understood. “They're robbers. They'll probably steal everything they can carry.”
"Tie them up," man #1 ordered. Lisa and Billy were picked up and dragged into the living room where they were thrown onto the couch. While one of the men kept a gun trained on them, the other went in search of things to steal, and booze. There was a locked antique cocktail cabinet that they pried open and then pulled out several bottles of whiskey. One of the men turned the television on to keep himself occupied while his partner searched for things of value. "You got any good DVD’s here?" man #2 asked, “Something to get our cocks hard.”
Lisa shrugged. "If there are they're in the cabinet over there."
The robber walked across to the cabinet and opened it. Besides the liquor it was empty. Man #2 walked across the room to stand directly in front of Lisa, then jerked her to her feet. His tone was intimidating, menacing, as he said, "How about a little entertainment? What turns you on? Besides your stepson’s cock?” he laughed.
Billy decided it was time to try and protect Lisa. "Leave her alone," he said, “You're here to carry out a robbery."
The eyes in the ski mask glared at him. He slapped Billy once, twice, knocking him to the floor.
Lisa spoke up, "Stop! Please don't hurt him anymore. He was just trying to protect me."
The man paused and looked back at her. The gun was still raised. "Go on then. Answer me and I won't hit the little bastard."
Lisa looked at him and said, "Alright, I get turned on when someone plays with my nipples. They're very sensitive.”
Billy could see that Lisa had become strangely turned on by this awful incident. The masked man reached out with one hand and took hold of one her nipples. He pulled on it and rolled it between his finger and thumb. When he was satisfied that it was fully erect he moved his attention to the other and did the same to that one. Lisa’s nipples were about half an inch in width, but poked out almost three quarters of an inch.
Lisa began to breathe more heavily; the man had transferred his attention to the other breast. Lisa started to gasp aloud in pleasure. The man then stood up and pushed his feet between hers. He leaned forward until he had pushed Lisa's legs open. "Fucking hell! Take a look at that!" he said to his partner. "Her pussy is soaking wet. You better come here and get some of this yourself.”
With Lisa in obvious heat, the two men shed their clothes and advanced on Lisa. She made herself available to them, man #1’s very large cock now hard and thrusting inside her. Man #2 positioned himself at Lisa’s side and she took his cock in her mouth.
In all the sexual activity, the two men had left their weapons on the floor. Lisa looked out the corner of her eye at Billy and tried to communicate to him, I’ll keep them occupied, and you get their weapons.
But would Billy rise to the occasion? Or was he still too afraid?
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