KNOCK.KNOCK.

Wendy looked up from her morning coffee at her own comfortable kitchen table to see an unfamiliar female face at glass of her back door. The woman was tall and more masculine in her build than Wendy.

Wendy got up and as she walked over to the door, she inquired,

"Yes . What is it?"

Wendy thought.

Here she was enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee and then maybe. a long, long bath. a warm bubble bath.

"High there! I'm Francis. uh. your new neighbor." A perky positive smiling voice informed her, "We're moving in next door, and . uh .our phone hasn't been hooked up yet. I . uh . was kind of hoping you'd let me make a call. I have a phone card so it won't go on your bill. I promise."

Reluctantly Wendy opened her door without a second thought.



"I'm Wendy Fuller." she said after opening the door, "I'm happy to meet you. The phone is over there. Please feel free to make your calls. Would you like some coffee. I've just made a pot and have plenty." Wendy smiled and tried to be obliging.

"Cream or sugar?" she called to the woman at her phone.

"Oh that would be heavenly. I take mine hot and black. I just can not find anything yet. It is all packed up in some damn box . or other . Damn those movers. They mixed or lost most of the labels. I'll be all week finding our things."

As Wendy got down another mug, as Francis dialed and quickly completed a short cryptic phone call. Then she came over and sat down at the kitchen table. She picked up the steaming mug of black coffee, took a sip and started complaining again.

"Moving is soo. maddening. I'll be soo glad when we get some help and all settled. Have you lived here long?" Francis asked.

"Leo and I moved here last year. And I know what you mean about the moving bit." Wendy informed her new neighbor.



"Oh here is my husband Tom. Do you mind if he comes in? He is just lost without me." Francis informed her host as she pushed back the chair, rose from the table and made for the kitchen door.

"No! . No . of course not. After all we're neighbors." Wendy reluctantly answered, as Francis opened the back door and let Tom in.

"Tom come on in here and meet our new neighbor. Um.Wendy." She informed the large man in a leather coat as he squeezed through the door.

Tom was a huge square shouldered brute. He filled the whole door frame as he entered. His eyes roomed the kitchen, sizing up the things and finally settled on Wendy's tight little body .

Then he looked around again and then wandered over to the kitchen table. Umbiddened he pulled out a chair and sat down. The chair gave out a groan under his massive bulk.

"Is that coffee I smell?" he said to no one in particular still starring directly at Wendy's now shrinking femininity.

"Yes. Would you like a cup?" Wendy asked to dissuade his stair.

She rose, trying to play the good little hostess in spite of the mans brutish manners.

"Yea. I'd love a cup." Tom informed her. All the while his eyes seemed to be wander up and down her neat trim frame, as she went over to the cabinet.

"Just black." he informed her.

Wendy tried not to notice the mans attention as she stretched up to reached into the over head cabinet and found another mug. But she was flabbergasted when he flippantly informed all present.

"I like her ass, Francis. It looks like this neighbor hood is going to be real entertaining after all."

Wendy turned around, furious and blushing. She placed the mug on the counter. Then she was starting to get nervous with these two strangers, in her kitchen starring at her.



Now they both seemed to be staring at her body. They both seemed to be undressing her with their eyes and she felt really very uncomfortable.

"UM OH! I just remembered I have to go to." Wendy started to make excuses just to get away from these two new 'neighbors'.

"Tom. You stop that. Wendy doesn't know you, yet. She must think you are one of those dirty sex fiends. Why just look at how she is shaking. I'll bet she is soo scared, she's about to wet her panties. Aren't you Wendy?"

Francis asked getting up from the table and coming around behind her.

"No! It's not that. It's just . I just remembered that I have." Wendy started.

"You see Francis. She ain't scared. Why I bet she put on that pair of tight pants just to show off her cute little ass. Didn't you, you little slut ya." Tom inquired of her. Now Wendy made a continuos effort to turned and keep her ass out of his field of vision.

Her hands flew to her crotch and her chest as she tried to cover herself even though she was fully dressed.

"Not much in the tit department are ya Wendy? What are you? 34A or B?" Tom inquired of the now scared house wife. between sips of his wife's coffee. "Ain't you going to get me any coffee?"

Wendy sought to slowly back away from the counter and make her way out of the kitchen into the hallway.

She backed straight into Francis who had taken up a position directly behind her. She blanched and half turned to keep the woman in view.



"I'm afraid their is no stopping Tom when he sees a cute little but like yours dearie. He can be soo impulsive. Now you just be a good little girl and pull down those tight slacks so he can get his eye full. I'm afraid, if you don't. well he will probably just reach right over here and grab um. Then he'll probably tear um right off you. Then their is no telling what he might do. I can't tell you how many pretty little sluts, like you, he's has taken a shine to. They all end up showing him their heinies sooner or later. Now you don't you be shy. You just save the fabric dear or who knows what he might do? I mean you resist and you'll get him all exhibited. well you can imagine. He's such a stud. Come on dear, show him that cute little ass."

Wendy was horrified.

She just froze there starring at the man. She felt the woman close up behind her. She opened her mouth but couldn't form any words.

Then she felt the woman's hands go around her waist to the fastener of her slacks and undo the button.

"NOOOO" she cried as she made a grab for the woman's hand. She tried to keep the garment secure at her hips. She whirled around and tried to step around the woman with her slacks held up by her hands.

Then she felt a huge strong paw grab her right ass cheek. The fingers applied a vice like grip on her firm covered right cheek and secured a purchase on that part of her anatomy.

"Nice and firm." he said.

His fingers were like steel bars and she was sure he was bruising her, as well as scaring the hell out of her.

Wendy's mind raced through these thought when suddenly.

"OWWWW Now you stop that. You are hurting me." She informed them as she looked back at him and reached back, with her right hand, to grip his wrist. She tried to alleviate his hold on her right ass cheek but she was not able to move his hand one iota.

As she was trying to deal with his grip, she felt the zipper run down on the front of the pants.

The woman had opened and was starting to peel the garment down off her thin hips.

The woman was rolling not only the pants but her nylon panties too. Wendy reasoned as she grabbed the fabric roll with her left hand and tried to stop the woman's denuding of her slacks above her pubic regions.

At that moment the man reached out with his left hand and easily yanked down her garments from the back.

One long straight pull!

Suddenly her precious covering was down to her thighs!

When Wendy realized this and she tried to squat down to save her modesty but the woman gripped her hair and held her in a sort of half crotch position as the man pulled her coverings further down. Now below her knees to her ankles.

Wendy tried to spread her knees together to stop the downward path of her slacks and panties but the man was too strong. Soon he had her denuded from waste to the ankles.

All her stylish tight slacks and shear nylon panties now resided around her ankles.

"Just like I thought. Nice little ass." He informed the women.

A tug downward in her hair and Wendy found herself on her knees with both her hands trying to remove the painful twisting, gripping fingers, entwined in her hair.

"OWWW You stop that. You bitch You .stop." Wendy demanded of the smiling woman in front of her.

She was soo preoccupied that she at first didn't even realize that the man had tugged her slacks and panties clean off of her legs. Then she again felt those steel fingers again gripping her smooth right ass cheek, but this time the thumb just naturally sunk right into the crack in the smooth white flesh.

"I really like your ass. bitch!" Tom informed her as he sought to explore her ass crack with his fat dirty thumb.

Quickly Wendy realized she had to do something. She left her left hand to try to alleviate the pressure in her hair and her right hand sunk to her ass crack to try and save her modesty from the exploring thumb.

"I found me one tight little ass hole here Francis. I'll bet it ain't ever been fucked. Ah girlie? Francis I think I'll let you plow it open with one of your dildos first. I don't like um as thigh as this un. I'll take mine all hot greasy. and freshly fucked out. Thank ya." Tom related to Francis.

Wendy wanted to die. They were treating her as an object. A thing.

"You are just getting too old to break in a cherry ass bitch like this any more. Remember last time.how I had to finger the bitch to ge." Francis related as Wendy just knelt there frozen wit fear as these animals explored her neither regions.

She kept one hand in her hair and the other on his hand but she could do nothing. She was theirs. She knew it.

"Francis! I'd like to see the little tittes now. What say you just turn her this-a-way and I'll tear her out of that there frilly little blouse." Tom offered.

"I told you to be nice and show him your little hiney. didn't I? Now look what you done. You got his old horn up. Now you are for it. You make him get to tearing. and their ain't no telling what he'll do. You want that? Well do you?" Francis inquired of the dazed housewife.

"NOO.I I . Noo Please just le." Wendy started to plead but.

SLAPPP

The back of her head was driven forward with a mighty slap. If it wasn't for the firm grip Francis had in her hair, Wendy would of been driven face first into the kitchen floor.

"I said I wanna see the titties. NOW Bitch!" Tom demanded.

Fearing for her life Wendy quickly dropped both of her hands to her waist. She gripped the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up to her neck. She had seen what stalling had gotten her before.

"Francis I can't see dick from the back. Turn the dumb slut around. and you get rid of the little tittie sling. slut. You ain't got probably nothing to see anyway." Tom grumbled letting go of her ass cheek. "But I'm curious."

The grip in her hair was released and Wendy quickly turned around to face the big brute who now commanded her with her blouse tucked up under her arms and around her neck.

She saw his sour expression and she quickly reached back and released the bra's clasp. She then pulled up her bra, and when the blouse fell down she quickly removed them both. Now she was really scared. She tried to covered the pink swellings she had for tits with her hands and looked up pleading.

"I said I wanna see them their excuses for tits. Now do you want me to have to break off your arms first?" Tom glowered at her.

Wendy dropped her hands and sought to cover her furry badge of femininity instead. She dropped her head and awaited his judgment of her.

"They ain't nothing there but nipples. slut. That why you wear them tight pants. To show off your heinie? . You better answer me you slut." Tom demanded raising his hand to swat her square in the face.

She had never admitted it but this brute would make her tell.

"Ye. Yes." and when she saw him grimace she quickly added 'SIR!"

"You dirty little slut. Get your hand out of your pussy. I want ya to play with that sloppy mess I'll tell ya. Why'nt ya put your paws up like a nice little doggie. Just like the little begging bitch dog you are." Tom ordered.

With tears in Wendy's eyes she raised her arms and bent her hands at the wrist. Just like a begging dog. To save her modesty she tightened up the space between her thighs hoping that this was as far as he would demand she go.She just knelt there sobbing in her own kitchen as these strangers looked over her previously private treasures.