I slipped over the back fence about 9:00 p.m. on a Thursday night. It was very dark and I had to move very carefully across the yard. The sliding door offered little opposition as I predicted. Once inside I found a place to conceal myself and waited for her return. After what seemed like hours, I heard her car pull into the driveway and she came inside. Every muscle in my body twitched with nervous excitement as I waited for her to finish a snack and head for her bedroom. From my hiding place I watched as she quickly undressed and walked to the bathroom, and I noticed gladly that her body was much more firm and shapely than I had expected.

As she showered, I crept nearer and waited just around a dark corner for her to finish. My whole body tingled, the way a cat must feel before it pounces on a bird, and I could feel an erection stirring. At last the bathroom door opened and she stepped into the hall dressed in an unflattering blue flannel nightgown and frisking her wet hair with a towel. She stood by the bed rearranging the pillows and turning back the comforter. I rushed up behind her and my fist came crashing down on the back of her neck, spilling her across the bed. I dove on top of her, whipped out a large adhesive bandage and slapped it across her mouth to silence her. Her fingernails clawed frantically at my hands and arms, and even made a swipe at my eyes, but I pinned them behind her and secured them with a length of cotton drapery cord I brought for the purpose. I jerked a case from a pillow, and her muffled screams were futile to stop me from slipping it over her head to blind her.

I ripped away the useless nightgown, exposing her naked body. For once I was at leisure to explore and study my victim before committing to penetration. Her flesh lacked the firm resilience of youth, but it was soft and pliable and inviting. Her skin was very smooth and silky and smelled of herbal essence body wash. Her breasts lacked the perkiness I so enjoy, but they felt firm and a pinch of her large pink nipple brought a muffled cry from inside the pillowcase. Her pussy was carpeted with thick dark hair, and I plucked a few just to tease her. Then my fingers entered her pussy, which was tighter and more sensitive than I expected. She screamed muffled angry obscenities as my fingers explored, but she became wet and spastic none the less. I explored her forgetfully for several minutes until my erection firmly reminded me of the purpose of our visit.

She did not resist as I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. Then she suddenly lashed out with a surprisingly vicious kick, but I was ready for it and quickly regained control of her. Holding her ankles in a vice-like grip, I rolled her up into a tight ball until her knees nearly touched her breasts. She struggled, groaning and growling, as I rolled her up, but my weight bearing down squeezed the fight and the breath from her. I held her like this for several minutes, fully asserting my control and domination over her, until she no longer resisted and her only sound was of labored breathing. Naturally in this position her vagina was completely exposed to me. I stabbed deep inside her with my entire steel-hard cock. She writhed under me, groaning pitifully, but was helpless against my penetration. I closed my eyes to savor the conquest, drinking in the sounds - her labored muffled moans, the way the bed creaked every time I thrust, and the barely audible but exquisite squishing sound of my cock plunging in and out of her wet pussy. After several minutes of this sweet music, my orgasm ripped through me like ten thousand razor blades and my hot semen spayed inside her. Weakening in my ecstasy, I slump onto her, my weight bending her into an even tighter ball as the last of my juice dribbles into her. I let my weight sink fully onto her until I heard one of her joints pop, followed by a muffled scream from behind the pillow.

I pulled my cock out and sat next to her on the bed catching my breath and listening to her muffled sobs. I pulled my pants up, patted her on the thigh, leaned over and kissed her pussy, and said in a polite voice, "Thank you, sweetheart, this will sound great in the news tomorrow." Well imagine my surprise when the ungrateful slut tried to kick me! It would have plugged me square in the balls, but thanks to my catlike reflexes I lunged sideways just in time, still catching a vicious blow on my hip. I smacked her face through the pillowcase, calming her down considerably, then I caught her ankles and bound them with a shred of the nightgown. Then I grabbed her ankles and jerking her off the bed, her head hitting the floor with a substantial thud. I dragged her to the closet, and finding a belt I looped it through her ankle bindings, then I hoisted her up and cinched it to the closet rod. She hung there upside down and totally helpless, but still I was not satisfied.

I went to the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet until I found a tube of Ben Gay. I squirted half the tube in my hand and rubbed it vigorously between her legs. My probing fingers pushed the ointment deep into her pussy and anus. Oh how I laughed (and laugh still) at the sight of her writhing upside down as the icy/hot Ben Gay seeped into her most tender of areas. So there she hung, suspended upside down by the ankle with her pussy and ass stuffed with Ben Gay, screaming like a muffled demon as I closed the closet door. I usually prefer to carry away an item of intimate apparel (panties or stockings) as my trophy, but the half empty tube of Ben Gay seemed to best symbolize the evening's adventure so I took it. I could hear her muffled squeals and her thrashing about in the closet as I slipped out the sliding patio door and vanished into the night . . .