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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)
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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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