The moon hung low in the ink-black sky as you stood before a quaint, unassuming house nestled amidst a quiet suburban street. Your heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, the chill of the night air sending a shiver down your spine. This was your initiation, your first foray into the world of burglary. You are an aspiring burglar and thief hoping to one day because the threat to everyone's world. You have a black outfit, a backpack, a crowbar, lock picks, and a dream.
The house before you was a modest abode, its windows cast in a dim, flickering glow by the distant streetlights. With gloved hands, you carefully withdrew a set of lockpicks from your pocket, the metal tools cool to the touch. As the city slumbered, you were about to enter a realm of shadowy secrets and hidden treasures.
With a practiced touch, you insert the lockpick into the front door's keyhole, your heart pounding in rhythm with your shallow breaths. As you manipulate the pins within the lock, a quiet click resonated through the night, signaling your success. The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in darkness.
Stepping into the house, your senses heightened. The scent of aging wood and a hint of mustiness greeted your nose, while the floorboards beneath your feet emit a soft, rhythmic creak. You are alone, a phantom in the night, as you cautiously survey your surroundings.
The living room sprawls before you, a sea of dimly lit furniture and faded photographs that captured long-forgotten memories. The glow of a streetlamp filtered through the curtains, casting ghostly shadows across the room. Your objective was clear—steal what looks expensive. As you make your way further into the house, you felt a surge of both exhilaration and apprehension. This was uncharted territory, a realm of uncertainty and calculated risk. Your heart races as you locate many valuable items to help you on your road to professional work.
You hope and pray that the tenants of this house do not arrive at home before you are finished with your work, however it's very possible. You started this job late. Now you must work fast or face the wrath of a possibly armed tenant or two. But for now, you're alone, and somewhat safe. You continue to prowl around the house, looking for anything of value. It is not long before you spot a good target: a photograph of a young woman standing in her wedding dress.
You grin mischievously and quietly creep toward the dresser upon which the photo sits. As you enter the room, you realise that you are not as alone as you had assumed. There is a little girl lying on top of the bed, fast asleep. She is dressed in a night gown, her small hands curled up beneath her chin. She seems so innocent, so unaware of the danger around her. You crouch down by the side of the bed and watch her sleep. Unable to resist, you carefully reach underneath her nightie and slide your hand in between her thighs. She's so warm.
With a sigh, you gently caress her silky skin. You gently pinch her nipple, causing her to squeak in her sleep. Grabbing hold of the hem of her panties, you slowly pull them down all the way to her ankles. You slip your hand back in between her legs, gently massaging her moistening mound. Her puffy vulva is completely hairless.
You smile to yourself. You've never felt this way before. Not around anyone, anyway. You pull her lips apart and press the tip of your finger against the opening of her vagina. You want to get closer. You want to feel her breath on your face. You slide your finger slowly inside her, enjoying the way her vaginal walls grip and squeeze you as you enter her. Her eyebrows crease and she whimpers softly. You freeze for a moment, holding perfectly still and watching her expression closely. This is not the look of someone who is enjoying herself. This is the look of someone who is uncomfortable. Her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy. With your free hand you pull her legs apart to give you better access. The temperature inside her vagina is increasing and you can feel that she is getting wetter, but she is still incredibly tight. You wriggle your finger around, searching for her G-spot. You find it, and press down on it, relishing the sensation. You smile to yourself. You know this spot well. She moans loudly and her leg begins to tremble in your hand. You move your fingers in and out of her as fast as you can, using the tip of your index finger to bring her closer and closer to climax. You rub her clitoris with the tip of your thumb as she gasps and pants. Her vagina contracts and spasms around your finger as she is overwhelmed with pleasure. She is completely wet now. With one final thrust, you deposit your finger inside her, stretching her and filling her.
You hold her hips steady as she lies there, panting and moaning in bliss. You unzip your pants and pull out your erect cock, moving in between her thighs. You move slowly, taking your time, going just a little bit farther in each time. Although her orgasm has loosened her up, you can hardly manage to squeeze yourself inside her tiny vagina. She grips the head of your cock like a vice. You are barely even halfway inside when her eyes suddenly spring open. She looks at you in confusion and begins to hyperventilate, glancing down to see you penetrating her. You quickly cover her mouth before she can scream. She begins to cry softly as she lies there, her entire body covered in sweat. You kiss her on the cheek, tasting her salty tears. "Ssssh, good girl." You whisper to her. "It's going to be okay, I promise."
She struggles against you, but with every movement your cock slides deeper inside. You press down on top of her, your weight pinning her against the mattress. She tries to scream again, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper. You lean in and kiss her deeply, crushing her lips against her mouth and feeling her tongue against yours. You grab her behind the knees and pull her legs further apart as you thrust your hips. She's so tight, so small. You can't believe how good it feels to be inside her. Her warm, tight pussy is the only thing you want in the world right now. You thrust harder and faster, burying your cock all the way to the hilt. You are surprised when her vagina begins to spasm again and she has a second orgasm while you are fucking her. You lose control and spurt your semen deep inside her trembling pussy while she moans uncontrollably. You collapse on top of her as her whole body trembles and shakes. You cradle her head to your chest and stroke her hair, the feel of her heart pounding against your own calming you down. "Good girl, good girl," you repeat over and over again.
After a few minutes she is able to speak. "I...I can't...you...feel good...inside...me..." She tries to pull away from you, but you keep her pinned down. You gradually slide your softening erection out of her bruised and battered vagina. Semen leaks out onto the sheets. You kiss her tenderly on the lips. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." You kiss her again. "I'll make it up to you. I swear."
You help her pull her panties back up and rearrange her nightie. She is still crying softly. You can't stand to see her like this. You pick her up off the bed and sit her down in a rocking chair in the corner of her room. She watches you while you strip the sheets off the bed and stuff them into your backpack, then open the dresser and pack a change of clothes for her. You help her get dressed and pick up her toys. "I'm sorry, honey," you say as you pick her up once more and carry her down the stairs. Your career as a burglar was over before it had even begun. Now you are a child rapist and kidnapper.