The House of Blerotica
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Breaking and Entering
Renise B.
The House of Blerotica
Breaking and Entering
Copyright © 2011 by Renise B.
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Breaking and Entering
Kera was startled awake by the sounds of shattering glass. She sat straight up in bed, waiting for any additional sound, thinking she was hearing things in her sleep. Seconds later, she heard the distinct squeaking of the French doors leading from her kitchen to backyard being opened. She reached into her nightstand and grabbed the loaded, Smith & Wesson Lady Smith .38 revolver. Kera slipped into the floor length silk robe that always hung by the bed and headed downstairs.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she saw a man hunched over in front of the television. She could see the light from his flashlight moving around as he attempted to unhook it. Kera sighed heavily, thinking this man had to be the dumbest criminal alive. She couldn’t imagine how he planned to move the seventy inch television by himself.
The fear she had of the person entering her house quickly subsided. Now she was simply pissed that this had woken her. She flipped the switch to the light for the staircase and almost laughed as the burglar dropped the flashlight and stumbled around, looking for the source of the light. She cleared her throat and he finally spun around to look up at her. Realizing it was only a woman, he straightened up taller, attempting to appear intimidating. Had Kera not already seen his ignorance, she may have been fearful of his large frame. He had to be at least six feet tall and weighing almost two-hundred fifty pounds.
“Go back upstairs and I won’t hurt you,” he commanded. His voice was deep.
“Oh, so you have a weapon?” Kera asked. It hadn’t looked like he was holding anything other than the flashlight.
“I don’t need a weapon to take out a woman as small as you,” he snorted.
Kera looked down at her five foot four frame and nodded. She understood his misconception. She looked back at him and smiled. “You may not need one for a small woman but how are you going to handle my small gun?”
She slowly raised the Lady Smith, pointing it at his head. He quickly raised his hands and took a step back.
“Don’t you dare move,” she threatened.
She kept the gun pointed at him as she leisurely walked down the stairs. Once she reached the floor, she flicked on the overhead lights for the den. As the room lit up, she took a good look at the burglar. His light complexion stood out against the all black outfit he was wearing. There was a plain black fitted hat pulled low over his eyes but she could see that he was actually cute and very young. He looked as if he should be trying to use a fake I.D. to buy alcohol, not breaking onto houses. He nervously licked his full lips and she smiled.
“What’s your name?” she asked, taking a seat on the couch. The gun was still pointed at him.
“Did you call the cops?” he asked instead.
“Don’t question me, little boy. What’s your name?”
“Mad Hatter.”
Walking up to him, she snatched the hat off, revealing dark brown eyes surrounded by long lashes. She shook her head wondering why someone so cute had to be so dumb.
“I’m sure you’re momma didn’t name you Mad Hatter because she knew that some day you would have a thing for fitted caps. What is your name?”
He looked at her for a long moment before finally answ;../.ering, “Jackson.”
“Okay, Jackson. What possessed you to wake me up in the middle of the night?” Kera walked back over to the sofa and sat down. The robe fell apart as she crossed her legs. She saw his eyes focus on her thighs as he licked his lips again.
“I won’t trying to wake you up. I just needed to get some things and then I was leaving. You won’t even supposed to be here.”
“Wow, you said that as if you had a right to break into my house and take my things.”
He just shrugged.
“Here’s the thing, Jackson. I don’t appreciate you breaking into my home. It pissed me off seeing you make a dumbass attempt at stealing my television. You obviously weren’t going to be able to get it out of the house. I’m even more pissed off at the fact that this was the only night I would have been able to get a full eight hours of sleep but now I’m not getting it. I work a very hectic schedule and I cherish the few hours of sleep that I get. You ruined that.”
He scoffed and asked, “So what? I can’t do nothing about that. If you let me leave, you could go back to sleep.”
“Oh you stupid, stupid boy. I have insomnia. I can’t just go back to sleep. And since I already took the medicine that puts me to sleep, I can’t take anymore. I won’t be falling asleep any time soon.”
Jackson shrugged again. Kera narrowed her eyes at his nonchalant attitude. Initially, she had thought to scare the boy and let him leave. He hadn’t gotten the chance to take anything so she really didn’t care to call the police. They would just have her awake even longer. But what she’d said was true. She had insomnia and would have a difficult time falling asleep. She needed something to put her to sleep.
“You broke into my house to steal from me which I don’t appreciate. I deserve something for this intrusion and inconvenience.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“You can do something to make up for this or I go ahead and call the police.”
“Like what?”
“Like help me fall asleep.”
He frowned in confusion. Kera stood, placing the gun on the arm of the sofa. She untied the robe and let it drop to the ground, revealing her naked body. Jackson’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.
“Come here, Jackson,” Kera ordered.
He hesitated before a taking a few steps, stopping when she was just out of arms length. She sat on the sofa and propped one leg up next to the revolver. Kera licked two of her fingers and began massaging her clit. She could see a large bulge forming in his pants as he continued to stare at her with wide eyes.
“Come closer and get on your knees.”
He obeyed, not taking his eyes off her fingers.
“Do you know what cunnilingus is?”
Jackson nodded his head.
Kera spread her lips, revealing her clit. Without having to be instructed, Jackson leaned forward and brushed the tip of his tongue over her. He made circles around it, causing Kera’s hips to rise off the sofa. Jackson started to get creative as he began drawing squares, triangles, stars and hearts over her clit. She shivered and moaned loudly as he made art with his tongue.
He sucked her sensitive bud between his lips, sucking and licking at the same time. Kera grabbed the back of his head, keeping him in place. She began rocking her hips to the rhythm of his tongue, getting lost in the feeling. She could feel the orgasm starting to build when Jackson paused. He licked his thumb and roughly rubbed her clit. She pushed his hand away and told him to lie on the floor. She straddled his face and pressed her lips against his. He sucked her back into his mouth, licking her firmly. It only took a few of those well placed licks before Kera was moaning in ecstasy and grinding her clit against Jackson’s tongue as she came. Jackson continued to lick and suck until she finally pulled away from him.
Kera slid down Jackson’s body until she was straddling his knees. She quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His fully erect penis stood straight up in the air. Kera was pleased to see that he was far from small and was very thick. She moved up and pushed him inside of her, taking as much as she could the first stoke. Jackson groaned and lifted his hips, pushing himself in further. Kera began riding Jackson, sliding up and down his shaft. Every time Kera slid down, Jackson raised his hips, pushing himself as deep as possible. Kera moaned, feeling as if the air was being knocked out of her with each of his thrusts.
He began thrusting faster, encouraging her to ride him harder and faster. Kera leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor as she tried to keep up. His thrusts were making her weak and her shaky arms could barely hold her up. Jackson reached up and pulled Kera onto his chest. He put his hands under her thighs, holding her in place as he propelled himself into her. Kera could only hold on as she cried out from each of his powerful thrusts. His voice seemed to get even deeper as he moaned and cursed, turning her on even more. Kera’s body shook as she came for a second time that night.
“You just come?” he asked.
She could only nod as she felt herself contracting tightly over him. She expected him to slow down after that but forgot about the stamina of a younger man. Jackson continued to pound into her, not seeming to get tired. Before she knew it, she was coming a third time, shaking and convulsing as she screamed into the side of Jackson’s neck. Her body went limp as she felt Jackson get bigger. He gave a few more powerful thrusts before groaning loudly and going completely still as he finally had his own orgasm. He gave her one last long, deep stroke before going limp also.
After a few moments of lying lifeless, Jackson wrapped his arms around Kera again and began rubbing her back. She frowned and raised her head to look at him. His eyes were closed and he had a slight smile on his face. She pushed his arms away and stood up. She grabbed her robe and gun before heading towards the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder to see him staring at her in confusion.
“Turn off the lights when you leave. Don’t take anything. Come back Wednesday at midnight, I’ll need another sleep aid.”
“I’ll be here. What’s your name?” he asked.
“Don’t question me,” was her only response.