We Rob Banks Pt 01

Jen felt bored as she set the bags of groceries into the back seat of her car. Her life had become rather boring, filled with shopping and housework. She knew the reason she guessed, she just didn't know what to do about it. Married to the same boring man for 8 years can do that to you. Frank was a good man and all, even brought home a healthy salary... but... he wasn't exciting. He didn't give her a thrill. He didn't make her heart jump when she saw him. He barely even got her heart to jump in bed. And she married early, too, at 18, so she felt she had missed a huge portion of her youth. She never had a chance to chase after some wild band member. She never had a chance to ride on the back of a Harley, with the wind blowing in her hair and the smell of leather on the man in front of her. She never had a chance to have sex in some wild public place. These things were relegated to her fantasies, the ones that made her furiously masturbate. She needed something to spice her life up. She sat in the driver's seat idly thinking about what kind of activities she might be interested in, what would excite her and motivate her.

There was a small assortment of social activities in this small, midwestern town, but not enough that something really piqued her interest. Everything seemed... the same... boring. She laughed, wondering if there was some kind of swinger group around. She felt her sex twinge and knew that would be some fun excitement.

She waved idly when one of the other women in town said hi from a few cars down, barely even looking up from the paper. A shadow then slowly crept across the page, blocking her light. It was in the shape of a head, so she knew someone had walked up to her while she was distracted. She looked up and only saw the dark silhouette against the sun.

"Can I help you?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the light.

"Yeah," the voice said. A knife slipped into view, pointing at her. "You can slide on over, darlin'."

The man pushed her into the car, forcing her over into the passenger seat. She was so scared. She couldn't scream, couldn't fight back. The knife was large, and obviously sharp. Her heart was racing, her breathing quick as she froze, wondering what was going to happen to her.

He closed the driver's door, and started up the car, quickly pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street, screeching the tires. It was as if he *wanted* to draw attention to himself.

She couldn't take her eyes off the knife. It scared her so as he held it between them. There was something else, though, too... it... excited her. She felt her mind wander briefly, wondering what he was going to do with her. She imagined some pretty exciting things. The car merged onto the long, rural road heading west and he sped up remarkedly. She felt the speed pressing her into her seat, the bumps and dips in the road moving her about like a rollercoaster. The adrenalin in her body was pumping and she felt a rush.

She closed her eyes, trying to deny what she felt. The man turned on the radio, blaring some heavy beat rock music that seemed to just spur him on, making him drive faster and more recklessly. She hadn't listened to music like that in so long. They passed cars at a high rate of speed and she knew that any mistake would likely cost them their lives.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he yelled looking over at her, smiling broadly. She was pressed against the door, as far from him as possible. She couldn't believe it, but he was... having fun!

"Jjj... Jenifer," she mumbled, barely able to speak.

"Well, nice to meet you Jen. I'm Vince. But you can call me Big Daddy... woooooo hoooooo," he yelled out the window as they sped down the road.

They drove like that for over an hour, moving as fast as they could, passing cars and trucks along the way no matter the danger ahead. He noticed the gas tank was quickly getting empty and started looking for a station. They pulled into one after another thirty minutes and rolled up to the pump.

"You don't go nowhere now, you hear?" he said, putting his hand on her thigh.

He got out of the car and put the nozzle into the tank, starting it filling. She squirmed in her seat for a moment, realizing she had to go to the bathroom. She wondered if he'd even let her, and rolled the window down.

"Excuse me... but I have to use the bathroom."

He walked to the window, gazing down at her, determining her truthfulness. "Ok, darlin'. You come on out." He helped her open the door and walked her to the bathroom. Taking a quick look around the outside, he opened the door and peered inside, pulling her with him.

"Can I go in private?" she asked, surprised.

"This *is* private," he replied, locking the door from the inside. "Go on now, get your business done."

She walked over to the toilet and placed the protective paper on the seat, turned, and reached up under her dress, pulling her panties down. She tried to hide as much as possible, feeling very uncomfortable and stimulated with him there, watching her.

"You do make this difficult. I'm not sure I can pee with you standing there."

"Then you don't have to go. I don't give a fuck." He eyed her position, smiling at how timid she was. "Give me your panties," he demanded.

She couldn't believe he would say something like that and held them protectively. "Wh... what?"

"I said, give me your panties, and I'm not gonna ask again," he said pulling the knife free again.

She pulled then off her legs, holding them carefully for him to take. He reached over and snatched them from her hand, quickly cut them up with the knife, and threw them in the trash.

"Thank you," he smiled.

She looked down, puzzled and excited by his audacity. She didn't want to, but couldn't stop herself as she started peeing.

"There," he laughed. "See how easy that is?"

She smiled uneasily. When she was finished, she wiped and then let her skirt fall back down to her knees again. As she walked over to the door, he pushed her against the wall, roughly, holding her there with the knife at her throat. With his left hand, he grabbed her dress, pulling it above her hips. He smiled down at her, making her wince. She was so scared, wondering what he was going to do with her. He inhaled in her hair, smelling her. She could feel his breath by her ear, exciting her.

She breathed heavily as she felt his fingers touch her mound, slide along her labia. She closed her eyes as she panted in excitement. She knew she shouldn't feel like this, but couldn't help it. Frank had never been like this. He was strictly a missionary-in-the-bed-with-the-lights-off kind of lover. Vince's fingers danced across her clit and tickled her thighs while he leaned down and kissed her deeply. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She actually wanted his touch, was longing for it. This was incredibly wrong and crazy but was so sexy. His fingers pushed into her and she moaned excitedly, putting her hands on his shoulders for balance. When he withdrew again, he rapidly swiped her clit until she was panting with desire and need.

Then he did the unthinkable. He pulled the knife from her throat and started unfastening his pants, all the while kissing and licking her neck. He was going to fuck her, she thought, and she knew she was going to let him.

She heard his pants fall down, heard him grunt excitedly as he pushed her against the wall. Her hand grabbed her leg, lifting it up to his hip. His cock was touching her now, searching for her entrance. She felt it slide through her hot, wet pussy, felt herself open for him. He found his mark and he thrust in quickly, starting to fuck with quick, short strokes. Her gasps mingled with his grunts through the small space. They were like wild animals in heat... no love... no romance... just wild, animalistic fucking.

The thought made her cum quickly, her body shuddering, her lips professing her enjoyment. And still he kept pumping, more rapidly now as he neared his own orgasm. After only another minute his grunting became more insistent, his strokes more erratic and fevered. Suddenly she felt his body shake and he erupted into her. Fuck, that was so exciting to her and she came again at the thought.

As quickly as it began, it ended. He put his pants back on and they left the bathroom quickly with him pulling her by the arm. When they reached the car, he removed the line from the gas tank, and closed it up. He looked up and down the road for a minute and then walked purposefully into the station. She leaned against the car, shivering with excitement, knowing she should run for her life but unable to.

The gunshot made her jump and stare at the station wondering what was happening. The second shot brought her hand up to her mouth, scared. Vince quickly bolted from the door, a bag of cash in his hand. He threw open the door, shoved her inside and jumped in himself. The duo quickly sped off down the road, tires squealing. Adrenalin was pumping through her as they roared away.

They drove until nightfall before pulling off the rode to avoid prying eyes. The moon was dark that night and the stars were incredibly present, with the sky filled with the winking lights. He got out of the car and popped up on the hood, lying on his back, gazing up at them. She got out slowly, wondering what to say or do. This was the most exciting day in her entire life. And it was such a turn on.

When she got beside him, he turned towards her in the dim light and slithered to the ground, standing in front of her.

"What a damn fine day, darlin'," he said softly, his hands pulling her into a big hug. He moved her around in circles for a moment. "Man, it's good to be alive."

She was caught up in his enthusiasm and felt her heart pumping. When he leaned in and kissed her, she let go, kissing him back with as much passion as she could muster. She felt so open, so carefree, so alive. She felt she was able to just do anything she wanted. She left his mouth and began kissing his neck, gasping in his ear. His body was tight and strong and very warm. She felt the muscles beneath his clothing tense as she caressed them with her wandering hands.

She moved uncertainly to his groin and felt his wonderful erection beneath his jeans. Oh, he was so nicely endowed. She remembered how it felt plunging into her depths and wanted it again. His hips pushed into her hand, encouraging her to touch him more.

"Fuck," he yelled, and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her head from him. "You fucking make me want to just rape you, woman." He forcefully pushed her to the hood of the car, bending her over onto it. She felt the heat from the engine beneath her, warming her body. He lifted her skirt, baring her ass, and smacked it several times then bent over her and whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard." She shivered as he ran his hand down her spine, feeling every vertebrae, until it got to her lower back. He flipped her dress up onto her back and knelt behind her, grabbing the cheeks of her ass roughly, pulling them apart.

He kissed her ass cheeks, biting them, and flicking his tongue over them, giving her sensations she'd never had before. She absolutely loved what this man was doing to her and had no idea what would come next. He licked her lower back, trailing his tongue further down her spine, reaching the crack of her ass. Surprisingly, he continued down... sliding lower... moving further.

"Oh god," she moaned loudly when his tongue reached her asshole, slithering around it, pressing into it. She'd absolutely never thought about how erotic that really was, but was now feeling every fabulous jolt. She moaned loudly as he licked and licked, his tongue never ceasing. She wasn't sure what to think or feel and just went with it, trusting him to make her feel so very good. Her hands clawed at the hood of the car, her moaning becoming louder with each passing second.

He pulled her cheeks apart more and swirled his tongue lower again, sliding along her labia. She arched her back, pushing her ass as high into the air as she could. The things this man did to her was incredible. She came within moments of him touching her overheated pussy and was surprised when he didn't stop. He was like a thirsty man leaving the desert... he knew what he wanted and wouldn't stop until he got it.

The second orgasm hit her just as hard as the first one and he finally pulled way and stood. She could hear the tinkling of metal and rustle of material and knew that he was unfastening his pants. He grabbed her hips forcefully and pushed his cock against her. She tensed when it felt like he was going to push into her ass and her hand went back to stop him.

He grabbed her wrist tightly and forced her arm behind her back, slightly twisting it. She felt a little discomfort, not much pain, but the hold surprisingly excited her.

"No, no, no darlin'. You ain't stopping nothin'." he laughed. "I'll fuck you however I want to fuck you."

She felt a twinge and moved her other arm to help defend against him, only getting that arm trapped behind her as well. Her chest and cheek lay on the hood, with the warm engine beneath. He pushed into her pussy slowly, forcing every inch to be swallowed by her lovely pussy. He used long, deep strokes in order to get the full feel of her vagina squeezing his thick cock. He felt her shiver beneath him, exciting him even more. He held her arms behind her back with one hand and used the other to strike her ass, spanking her until she moaned loudly with each blow.

He pulled his cock almost out and changed his pace, thrusting in hard and fast and withdrawing painfully slow. It was driving her wild with need. She felt his grip on her wrists tighten and wondered what was coming next. She felt his free hand stroke her ass, heading directly towards her crack. It made a beeline right towards her sensitive, and newly found erogenous zone, her asshole. As he continued his torturous plundering of her pussy, his fingers slowly circled her sphincter, teasing her. Her head was spinning with the mix of sensations raging through her body. She could barely even moan when she felt the fingertip invade her, just barely sliding in before he started a short, fucking motion, sliding his finger in a little more each time.

She was moaning loudly, feeling her breasts press against the hard, warm metal of the hood, her pussy convulsed from that exquisite cock, and then to have her ass touched. It was far more pleasure than she ever imagined it could be... well, she never even imagined pleasure like this! She felt her body quiver and shake as her orgasm hit her, but it barely registered with her over-stimulated senses.

It took her a moment to realize that Vince had started withdrawing from her. The stimulations seemed to rapidly abate leaving her with a state of loss and longing. She never wanted to stop having sex with this man... this real man. He grabbed her hair and forced her off the hood of the car and to her knees. The grass was cool on her legs as she sat there breathing hard.

"Time for you to do your work," he said as he pushed his thick rod into her mouth, across her lovely lips. She'd never really done this before but seemed to instinctively know what to do. One hand held his long, thick cock as her mouth and tongue engulfed him, sucking gently, hoping against hope to make him cum. She tasted her own juices on him which strangely excited her. She kept sucking on him hard. She heard him moan in the darkness above her, felt his hand caress her head and cheek. She knew he was rising quickly to his orgasm but didn't care.

"Ah, fuck that feels nice," he moaned. The gasping sounds above her were turning her on once again. She was sure she was going to be addicted to this man. Her hands slid up his legs and cupped his ass, feeling it clench every time it pushed into her waiting mouth. It was so exciting. It didn't take long before his moaning became more insistent, his gasps became more ragged.

"Oh... yeah," he moaned as he pushed deep into her mouth. Suddenly his cock erupted, nearly gagging her with his load. He continued sliding in and out of her mouth as his cum slipped between her lips, dripping down her chin. She felt incredibly sexual as he slowed and removed his shaft from her lips. She sat looking up at his silhouette against the stars as he smeared his cock around her face, covering it with his sticky fluids. She was panting madly, loving everything he was doing to her.

He moved back from her, moaning softly, breathing heavily, as she stay kneeling on the grass. Her hands came to rest in her lap where her wedding ring pressed into palm of her right hand. She thought back to her husband... back to her previous life... and wondered how she ever lived like that. She pulled the ring off her finger and dropped it on the ground.

They finally cleaned off, redressed and slipped back into the backseat of the car to get some much-needed rest.

*****

They were certainly a sight to see in the morning and realized they needed to really clean up. Dust kicked up behind them as they sped off down the road once again, looking for another gas station. The sun had already risen on the horizon and the next day's adventure had begun. They reached a small convenience store after an hour on the road and pulled up front. There was a truck driver inside, gathering some supplies as they entered.

Jen quickly bought some toiletries and slipped into the single bathroom, while Vince meandered through the shop. She looked very refreshed when she emerged 10 minutes later allowing Vince to get cleaned up himself. She walked around the store, eyeing the magazines while she waited.

"I haven't seen you around these parts before," said the clerk.

Jen smiled and noticed that the store was empty. "We're just passing through," she said, noticing how cute the guy was. After her wonderful transformation yesterday, her hormones were racing. She could feel her heart start beating faster as she moved closer to him. "Must get kinda lonely way out here, huh. I don't suppose you get too many visitors."

The boy licked his lips nervously. He had to be right around twenty one, she thought. She felt rather predatory as she moved to the counter opposite him, eyeing him up and down.

"Yeah, it does," he mumbled.

She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her eyes glaring right at his crotch. "Must mean there might be a wee bit of privacy then, too," she said, her voice dripping with her desire. He watched as her arm stretched out and her hand caressed his cock through his pants. He was very hard and large, which excited her. And with her new-found freedom, she had no reservations about showing that excitement.

"I think I need to help you with that," she drooled, walking around to the other side of the counter and kneeling on the cold, tiled floor. Her hands opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees forcefully. His underwear soon followed, leaving his hard cock bobbing in front of her face. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft as her mouth quickly engulfed the head, her tongue swirling around it.

The clerk was in heaven, not ever having anything this hot happen in his entire life. He knew he'd be fantasizing about this forever. She was learning quick and had him moaning loudly within minutes, bringing him so very close to cumming.

They both heard a metallic click and she looked up to see Vince pointing his gun at the boys head. She giggled as his cock jerked inside her mouth and became even harder.

"I see we have something going on here," Vince said staring at the boy with a smile on his face. "I do think that we deserve some... compensation for services rendered, don't you think dear?"