Brooe’s Yuletide Log!

Chapter 1

The two robbers rummaged through the house, hoping to find something worthwhile. Their names were Jimmy and Jax. Both were in their early 30's and out of a recent stay in county jail. Now they were in need of money and a good time. Jimmy was the younger one. He was lanky, yet muscular, and had blue eyes and long, straight, blond hair. His partner, Jax, was two years older and black. Jax was around 220 lbs of thick muscle, with just a tint of belly fat. His short, hair was tightly rolled into tight cornrows. While they fumbled through the dresser, Jimmy picked up a photo from the dresser. ​

"Hey, look at this," he called to Jax. ​

Jax glanced over his shoulder at the 8×10 photo. The photo was of a man and wife. The wife was a young blonde. She had long hair; cut below her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel, and she had a sexy mouth. Jimmy could picture the lips slowly wrapping around his hard cock. The woman had that cute, girl-next-door, look. Yet, she had the body type of a model. The green dress that she was wearing in the photograph had a low neckline. It pushed up a nice, pair of curvy breasts. Some guys just had all the luck. ​

"Sweet,' Jax remarked, 'Too bad that thing's not home. I'd be tearing that shit up."​

Jimmy stared deeply at the photo before placing it back on the dresser. "Yea. I haven't had any since we got out. I could fuck a duck right now," Jimmy laughed. ​

"Well, If I find a duck, I'll let you know,' Jax replied, slapping his friend on the back. ​

"Oh, you're a real friend," Jimmy shot back. ​

"Shit. Take your time. Maybe we get lucky and the bitch shows up."​

Jimmy smiled at that thought and went to the other room to continue his search. ​

Every time they found something of importance, the men would meet in a small bedroom and load their bag. It was just at one of these times when the two men heard the distinct sound of a car pulling into the driveway. ​

"Shit,' Jax signaled, 'Someone's here." ​

Both men edged to the bedroom's window and peered out. A blonde about early 20's exited the car. The men immediately recognized her from the photo. ​

Jax punched Jimmy in the shoulder, 'It's your lucky day, Bud." he grinned. Rubbing his shoulder, Jimmy grinned right back. ​

The woman exiting the car was Brooke Simms, 23 years old. She and her husband Chip had just celebrated their first anniversary. She was a first year teacher, returning from a Christmas party at a local restaurant. Brooke was 5 foot 9, slender build, with a 33B bra size, and long slim legs. She didn't have much of an ass. Her long dirty blond hair hung past her shoulders. Brooke truly could have been a fashion model.

Dressing up for the party, she wore a red one piece dress. It zipped up the back, with a hem that ended 4 inches above her knees. There was a front slit, cut four inches up her right thigh. It revealed a wonderful stretch of hose-covered, creamy thighs and sleek calves. The calves exited into a pair of shiny black pumps, with 2 3/4 inch heels. She had curled her hair, on the sides, in long twisting curls, finishing it off with several inch long, dangling pearl earrings and a silver cross necklace. Brooke was unaware of the surprise awaiting in her own home. ​

The two robbers remained hidden while Brooke stepped into the house, locking the door behind her. She sensed that something wasn't right, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Upon reaching her bedroom, she gasped. The room was in disarray, the dresser wide open, clothes dumped and scattered on the floor. ​

Brooke had been raised in a very small town. She was now living in a much largewr town, a suburb of a very large city. She still felt a bit naive and was just now feeling secure about being a first year teacher in a school with almost all experienced teachers. ​

"Oh, my God," she mouthed, before a large black hand covered her lips. Strong arms wrapped across her body, drawing her into a thick chest. ​

"Quiet, Little Slut," a voice whispered in her ear. To her horror, another face appeared to her front. It was a young, evil-grinning, blond. He held a long, black knife to her face. The sharp blade drew eerily close to her left eye.​

"I would suggest you do just as my partner says, or you'll see Christmas with only one eye," he warned. The black man removed his hand from her mouth. ​

Brooke tried to regain her composure. "Wh...What do you want?" she asked. ​

"We had just about found it all, until you came along, Sweetheart. Now, we see something more," Jimmy replied. He curved the blade around, running its flat surface down her face and neck, circling it over her dress covered breast. "That's some tits you have there," he remarked. "33B's?" he asked.​

Brooke was stunned that this intruder had perfectly guessed her bra size. She was beginning to be very terrorfied. she began to shake. ​

"Don't call me that. Just take what you have and leave. My husband will be home soon," she threatened. She couldn't believe she had been able to speak to these two robbers. ​

"The man in the picture?" he asked nodding at the photo still resting on the dresser.​

"Yes,' she replied, 'and he won't be too happy finding you here."​

The large black man holding her from behind laughed. "You let us worry about him. I see no problem there. You'll have other things to preoccupy your mind." As he held her close, his filthy hands roamed over the tight covering of her dress, feeling the warm flesh hiding underneath. "Over to the bed, Sweetheart," he ordered forcing her that way. ​

Brooke saw the bed and noticed the lusting look in the men's eyes. She started to bolt, but a foot quickly caught in her heel, sending her sprawling to the floor. ​

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"Not too smart, are you, Bitch?" Jimmy snarled. He picked her up by one arm and flung her towards the bed. She hit its surface bouncing up, but into the firm arms of the black man. Jimmy, knife in hand, was soon back at her side. Brooke rose, quietly sitting on the edge of her bed. The blond sat next to her. He slipped the blade into the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up her thigh, revealing more of her creamy skin. ​

"Got us a leggy cunt here," Jimmy spit out. ​

"You're going to be a good girl and show us a nice time. We haven't had us some pussy in quite a while. You're going to be our whore," Jimmy stated. ​

Brooke's creamy, thin, sexy thighs were on display. ​

"Please, no,' Brooke pleaded, 'Just take what you have and go."​

Jimmy stood up, running the knife blade through her long hair. His other hand roamed down her shoulder to her left hand. He took her wrist and moved her fingers to his crotch, forcing her to feel the hungry shaft pushing through his pants. "Undo my pants' he ordered, 'Unless you wish to loose a pretty ear." Jimmy validated the threat by dancing the blade across a dangling earring.

Brooke was a very inexperienced lover. Her first intercourse was on her wedding night. She had given her husband, Chip, oral sex maybe 4 times since they had been married. So her sexual life had been only with a man who loved her, now she was facing two men who were lusting after her body. ​

Brooke's shaking fingers fumbled recklessly with his zipper, slowly lowering its length. The loose pants dropped immediately to the floor. Heat radiated from the crotch of his tight, briefs. Brooke could see the highlighted length of a very large shaft. It pushed up towards her timid hand. ​

"Pull it down, Slut. Don't be shy. You're going to be good friends with my cock," he stated. ​

Brooke glanced fearfully at the sharp knife, then fished her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. As the briefs slipped down his thighs, the cock released, bouncing up to slap Brooke in the chin. Slick moisture from its tip stuck to her skin. The aroma of manhood assaulted her senses. Jimmy's free hand left her wrist and tangled in the back of her hair. Viciously he yanked it back, forcing Brooke's hazel eyes to look up at his face. ​

"Open that mouth, Slut and suck," he ordered. ​

Brooke's' bottom lip trembled as the shaft touched her skin. Reluctantly, she slightly opened her mouth. Jimmy kept her head pulled back, forcing her to stare into his face, as the cock slid forward. ​

"Ahh, That's it, Cunt," Jimmy groaned, as the warm mouth enveloped his rod. He took the knife-free hand and slid it down into the neck of Brooke's dress. It slid up under her bra, cupping a firm breast. He kneaded its flesh, as his cock slipped back and forth between her soft lips. ​

The sound of a car drew their attention to the open door. A look of horror crossed Brooke's face, especially once Jax drew a revolver. ​

"You go ahead, Man,' Jax said, 'I got this."​

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Rick was Brooke's husband. He was arriving home early and noticed his wife's car in the driveway. 'Good,' he thought. He knew she had a Christmas party. He hoped she'd be in a great mood, and that sex would be the way the evening ended! Rick parked his car and headed into the house. Opening the door, a large shadow crossed his path, then there was pain, and everything went black.

Brooke was still being fed Jimmy's hard cock when Jax came into the room, dragging the limp body of her husband. ​

"Rick!" she screamed, her voice muffled by Jimmy's thick cock. ​

"He's fine, Bitch. He'll just have a hell of a headache. You just keep sucking," Jax stated. ​

"There is some rope, handcuffs, and a ball gag in my bag," Jimmy said. ​

"A ball gag?' Jax questioned, 'Really? You're just full of surprises."​

"I like to be prepared. I used to be a Boy Scout," Jimmy replied with a smile. Jax just shook his head, and stepped over Rick's body to retrieve the bag from the next bedroom. ​

Jax returned, moving an armchair closer to the bed. He picked up Rick's body, stripped it bare, then handcuffed hi into the chair. Taking loose ropes, he tied them across Rick's chest, then to his ankles and knees, snugly tying him to the chair. Lastly he stuffed the ball gag into his mouth and strapped it in back. Rick's head hung loosely on his shoulder, a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. ​

Rick began to come to. He was looking down at a blurry vision of his limp cock. 'Naked?', the question raised in his fogged mind; 'Ropes?'. His head was pounding. He could hear sloppy sounds like wet gargling, gagging, and coughing. Beginning to lift his head, it rolled to the side. His blurry vision began to make out shapes; Two shapes, two bodies. One looked like his wife; the other a blond man with long, stringy hair. The man was standing, naked from the waist down, thrusting his hips forward towards the woman's face. Realization struck Rick like the crack of a bat. It was Brooke! She still wore the red dress, black heels, and dangling pearl earrings from that morning. The man's large, stiff, cock was wet from her lips. It plunged deep, back and forth into her open mouth. That was the source of the strange sounds. Frantically Rick began to jerk and tug at his bonds, screaming curses behind his gagged lips. A large black man stood to his side. ​

"Well, look who's back with us,' the man sneered, 'I do hope you are enjoying the show. Your wife appears to have some mouth." ​

"Mphhh!" Rick screamed. ​

Brooke glanced fearfully at Rick. Jimmy wouldn't let her remove her lips from his cock. He tapped her on the top of the head with the flat side of the knife. "Keep sucking, Baby. Hubby's not going anywhere. He's going to watch us use every hole you have," Jimmy said. ​

Jimmy took the top of Brooke's head and fed his cock farther into her throat. She choked and he shivered. "Ohhhh. Take it all the way, Little Slut; All the way." Brooke's hands came up to push him away, but fearing the knife, they just trembled in the air. Drool ran from the shaft, hanging in strands from her chin. ​

"Your bitch can deep throat,' Jax told Rick, 'I can't wait to feel her mouth on my cock. Would you like that, Hubby? Would you enjoy your wife choking on a big, black, cock? Yea, you just wait. We're going to see how good she can fuck too."​

Rick struggled uselessly in his bonds, still he could not free his eyes from his wife. Even if he did not want it too, his cock twitched in arousal. Deep inside, this was a fantasy of his, even if he was in fear for their life. He was even more frightened about what his wife would think once she discovered his hardening cock. The sloppy sounds of her oral sex played on and on in his head. 'Would he cum in her mouth,' Rick wondered?​

Just as Rick thought that, he heard Jimmy groan, then a loud, gurgling, choking noise. As Jimmy's ball sack twitched, a huge load of spunk shot from Brooke's mouth. It bubbled from her nostrils and squeezed out from around Jimmy's jerking shaft. ​

"No, no, Sweetheart,' Jimmy chastised, 'Swallow it down." He used the flat of his blade to scoop gobs of cum from Brooke's cheek and chin. When his cock drew back, still connected to her bottom lip by a strand of cum, he held the back of the blade to her lips. "Lick it off,' he ordered her, 'Don't you dare miss a drop, Whore."​

Humiliated, Brooke hesitantly flicked the tip of her tongue across the blade. Being careful not to slice her tongue, she lapped the thick cum from its shiny surface. Closing her eyes, she choked the thick fluid down. All eyes watched her Adam's Apple heave, as it slid down her throat, warming her belly below.​

Jax nudged Rick on the shoulder. "Now, wasn't that fucking hot," he said. "Let's tie her up, Jimmy. I want to really toy with her first. See her beg for my cock."​

As Jax headed for her, Brooke began crawling back across the bed, her skirt sliding up her thighs! Jax easily reached for her, grabbed her hair, and yanked her back. He took her wrists and began binding them with rope. She continued pleading with him to stop. After tying her wrists, he pulled her by the arms, jerking them back to the headboard and tying them to its top. Brooke sat with her wrists painfully behind her, legs tucked to the side. Jax walked to the other side of the bed and quickly snatched both of her heels. With a vicious yank, he jerked them out from under her towards the foot of the bed. Brooke's head hit the headboard before she landed flat on the bed. She tried kicking both legs but Jax was too strong. Nodding at Jimmy, they both grabbed an ankle and stretched each one to the far corners of the bed, tying them in place. Rick could only curse beneath his gag. Securely strapped down, legs partly spread, Brooke's breasts rose and fell in mortal fear. Jax retrieved the knife and sat leisurely at her side.​

"Please, please, please," Brooke pleaded, now scared to her very core that these two would kill them both. ​

"Shut the fuck up Slut," Jax ordered. He took the blade and began running it in an 'S' pattern down her cheek. It stopped at her trembling lips, then traced the corners of her mouth. Her lips still shimmered from their recent luster of cum. "I don't want to hear a fucking word. Don't you speak unless I ask you too. I can just as easily slice off your husbands cock or your ear if I wish. Don't give me reason too," he warned. Brooke's frightened look made Jax hard. He planned on extending her fear. Jax rolled her pert bottom down with the blade, then used the back side to gently click across her teeth.

"Open your mouth," he commanded. Brooke slightly opened her lips. "Wider," he insisted. Her mouth stretched wider. "Stick out your tongue." Brooke's tongue shook, trembling, as it extended for Jax. He caressed the flat side of the blade up and down her tongue, petting it with the steel. It still tasted of cum, but with a metallic flavor. "I'm going to enjoy this tongue running across my hard cock, but that is for later. First, let's see what you have for us. You are one fucking Hot chick!"​

The blade left her quaking lips to travel back down her face. It trailed lazily down her neck to plunge into the cleavage of the red dress. Jax fished out the silver necklace. Brooke jerked in fear, as the blade snapped the chain. Jax tossed it to his partner. "Here, put this in our bag," he said. The next time the blade entered Brooke's neckline, it was sharp side up. The knife cut through the center of her beautiful, red, dress like butter. Jax flopped the two sides open exposing Brooke's black bra. Her young, breasts pushed the bra's cups close to their full extent.

"Nice," Jax observed. Jimmy leaned over his shoulder to see. The bra held a front clasp. Jax lifted the bra by the clasp and snipped it open with the blade. Happy to be free, both breasts were free from the material, nipples hard and reaching for the sky. They were young, breasts, hardly settling, just sitting high and proud on her chest! Beautiful rounded areolas puffed up to those thick, darker nipples. "Fuck yeah, nice, very nice," Jax stated. ​

Brooke jerked again, when the cold blade caressed a tit. She started to cry out, but Jax's cold eyes warned her otherwise. He toyed with its flesh, using his blade to slap its meat and prick at the swollen raisin. Brooke breathed a sigh of relief when the knife finally withdrew from her breasts.

Unfortunately for her, it dug back into the dress, slicing all the way down, parting the material to the hem.​ Jimmy put her black heels back on her feet. He had a real thing for women in high heels.

"It is so time to get this out of my way," Jax commented. Wildly the knife plunged away, slicing and dicing, ripping away ever ounce of the red dress.

Quickly she came to the realization that she was now partially nude. The only thing between her blonde haired crotch and their lusting eyes was her suntan colored pantyhose, and they did not hide much. The hose ran up to her waist, only a small, soft cotton area encased her warm cunt. ​

"No panties, Huh? Little Whore likes to feel the air across her horny snatch," Jax commented to all. "Oh, well,' he added, 'We all love the sound of ripping hose."​

This time, Brooke did scream, as Jax used the knife to cut a strip in the waistband, then peeled the material apart with his hands. That loud ripping noise filled the bedroom, almost as loud as her scream. Each rip exposed more and more of Brooke's creamy flesh to their eyes. Brooke tried to roll her hips and hide her sex from their stares. that only managed to stoke their fires even more. Jax peered down at the blonde curls of her mound. He ran the sharp end of his knife through the hairs, shaving her bit by bit. ​

Brooke was old fashioned, and only trimmed her pubic hair when needed. ​

"Now don't you move, You Shy Whore. You wouldn't want me to nick something sensitive," he laughed. ​

Humiliatingly, scrape by scrape, he shaved Brooke's's mound of hair. This made her skin even more sensitive. Brooke could feel his warm breath coursing across her skin. She was frozen in fear, the closer the blade came to the tender petals of her sex. Once satisfied Brooke was as bare as could be, Jax raised his hand and slapped her sex. The sharp, tingling, burn danced across her flesh making her squirm in the ropes. ​

"So you like that, Slut?" he asked. Turning his palm he slapped it again. This strike was harder and right across the whole surface of her vulva. a few more strikes and her flesh was burning and red. The petals began to part and unfold the hidden treasure of her clit. "There it is," Jax said, coaxing the bud from the petals. He drew his knife back to her sex. ​

"No...No," she sobbed, trying to close her spread thighs, yet afraid to move an inch. ​

The backside of the blade lifted the tiny pebble, toying with it. Jax enjoyed watching it bounce around on the steel. ​

"D...Don't cut me, please,' Brooke pleaded, 'I'll do anything."​

"Anything...Well, I like that," Jax stated. He turned to look at Rick. "You hear that, Hubby? Your little Whore here will do anything."​