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Holiday Surprise For The Tool Man's Wife
by Ynyn (njvaor2004@yahoo.com)

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Based on TVs Home Improvement. Jill Taylor, home alone, 
meets up with an intruder on Christmas Eve. (MF, nc, 
rp, anal, sitcom-parody)

***

Jill Taylor was very frustrated. She had to deal with 
yet another of Tim's moronic 'improvements' to another 
tool. This time, it was his snowmaker.

She had dealt with his choice of outfits for the Taylor 
family Christmas card, even though she found hers very 
distasteful. He had gotten Jill a sexy Mrs. Claus 
outfit; a red miniskirt and top the micro skirt didn't 
even come halfway down her toned legs.

As always, she was a good sport and dealt with Tim's 
poor decision-making. But when the snowmaker 
malfunctioned (big surprise) and shattered the glass in 
the living room door, she was furious.

Tim had to find a glass place that was open on 
Christmas Eve. Jill told the boys to go with him after 
he called around and found a place open, but it was way 
out in Lansing, a long drive away.

Jill sighed and took her burnt pie out of the oven; it 
was ruined because she had to wait for Tim's stupid 
machines to work before they took their Christmas card 
photo.

She grumbled to herself as she shivered as the cold 
winter air came rushing in through the broken pane of 
glass. She went to the basement to grab a frozen pie so 
they would still have some dessert.

Unknown to Jill or the Taylor clan, a man had been 
watching homes in the area. He prowled homes during the 
holiday season and stumbled upon the Taylor home as Tim 
and the boys got in the car and drove away. Deciding 
that this house was empty, and a goldmine of goodies, 
he walked to the rear, and lo and behold was able to 
simply reach through the shattered glass to open the 
door.

After letting himself in, the burglar went upstairs to 
look for the valuables. He knew that most people kept 
jewelry and other items in the master bedroom. He went 
through the hall and walked into the master bedroom.

Meanwhile, Jill had emerged from the basement with a 
frozen dessert. She turned the oven on high and put the 
pie I to cook. Maybe, just maybe it could be ready for 
a late dessert, she thought to herself.

Still shivering from the chill through the open window, 
Jill went to change out of the micro skirt that she was 
wearing. She walked up the stairs, still frustrated at 
Tim for his latest folly.

The burglar heard footsteps and hid behind the bedroom 
door. Damn! He thought he was sure the house was empty! 
He hoped the person would go to another room or the 
bathroom so he could escape.

Jill came into the room and went to her closet to look 
for different clothes to wear. The eyes of the burglar 
widened as her saw the very sexy mother of three 
wearing the slutty Mrs. Claus outfit. He knew that she 
was home alone, and the stirring in his pants dictated 
his moves now, he would have some fun before he left.
He crept from behind the door, and then he shut it 
loudly, to startle his prey.

Jill jumped and spun around to see a man in a flannel 
shirt and an evil look in his eyes walking toward her!

"What are you doing? Get the hell out of here!" Jill 
yelled, but the man kept coming.

She panicked and went to jump across the bed to get 
away, but didn't quite make it.

"AHHHHH! Let go of me, you bastard!" Mrs. Taylor yelled 
as the man tackled her on the bed.

"Damn! It IS gonna be a Merry Christmas!" The prowler 
sneered at the struggling woman in his grasp.

"What do you want? Take my money; just get the hell out 
of here!!" Jill pleaded, even as she knew he wanted 
more than money.

"I will take the money, but first…" He began 
unfastening his pants as Jill yelled for help.

"AHHHHH, NOOOOOOOO! HELPPPPP!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

He slapped her twice in the face to shut her up; he 
then grabbed two ties from the rack and bound her 
wrists to the headboard as she sobbed.

"OH GOD!! DON'T DO THIS!! I HAVE THREE KIDS! I'M 
MARRIED!!"

Reacting to her cries, his eyebrows went up at the 
three kids remark, "Well, you sure are one sexy bitch 
for having three kids!" 

He smiled as he pulled her top open, exposing her large 
tits inside a white bra. He began kneading her tits 
with his hands and sloppily kissing her neck and then 
shoving his tongue into her mouth.

He then moved down and forced her sexy hose-covered 
legs apart and fondled her smooth, yet firm thighs. 
After flipping her skirt up, he pulled the hose down 
and tore away her red panties.

"OHMYGOD! NOOOOO PLEASE!" Jill Taylor cried in vain, as 
she knew what was going to happen.

The intruder leaned back down and ripped off her bra, 
exposing her juicy tits for his pleasure. He promptly 
sucked and kissed her tits and played with her nipples 
with his tongue.

"Shut the fuck up, butch!" He growled as he started to 
slide his hard cock against her pussy. Her body seized 
up as she felt him about to violate her.

Turning her head to the side as to avoid looking at her 
rapist, Jill felt him shove himself inside of her, he 
pulled back slowly, then rammed into her again, this 
time with a violent force. This was the tempo with 
which he would take the Tool Man's wife.

Pounding into her, sliding out slow, the pounding 
again. Her large tits were jiggling with each and every 
powerful thrust. She was grunting and sobbing softly 
while the attacker took her violently.

He was enjoying the rape so much that he was even 
drooling while nailing this milf in the sexy Mrs. Claus 
outfit.

"Yeah, oh yeah!! Take this you fucking sexy bitch!" He 
growled into her ear while fucking her.

"Now, bitch!" he said during the assault. "Take those 
sexy legs and wrap them around me. DO IT NOW!" He 
continued fucking the sexy and fit Jill Taylor.

Sobbing, Jill slowly complied with the man's deviant 
wishes and wrapped her hose covered legs around his 
waist as he was raping her.

"Yeah, take this you fucking milf, ugh... yeah!" The 
man grunted more insults as he shot his load into her 
womb.

Mrs. Taylor felt the rush of semen enter her and sobbed 
even louder in disgust and shame as her assailant 
dismounted her. She was still tied by her wrists to the 
bed while she sobbed.

The intruder leaned over and untied the crying woman's 
wrists. She assumed that it was all over and he would 
leave her in this miserable condition. She was 
surprised when he grabbed her and rolled her onto her 
face on the bed!

"OH NO!" She got out a brief yell before she felt it...

He yanked down her hose off of her as and slammed his 
cock into her ass. He grabbed a handful of her brown 
hair as he rode her. 

She was now crying in disgust and pain…she had never 
been fucked in the ass before, and she was horrified at 
how this man was defiling her.

Jill Taylor was a mess. She was pinned; face down on 
her bed, her naked chest exposed. The burglar had a 
hold of her hair and was fucking her viciously in her 
ass, causing her large globes to shake from the motion.

Finally, for Jill, he came again, this time inside her 
rectum. She was dropped onto the bed, where she curled 
up and cried while the attacker pulled up his pants, 
smacked her ass and left the room. He grabbed her 
jewelry box and purse on the way out.

Jill Taylor was a wreck. She was still crying in bed 
when Tim and the boys came home a half hour later...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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