My 1970 Oldsmobile 442, my dog, and my scooter were all I had left after my divorce. I got a new place with a small garage to keep it all in. A small city lot, on what used to be a quiet street. It sucks starting over when in your late forties, but I managed. Within a couple of years, I had the house looking damn good. Then this shit started. The house on the corner was broken into, followed by another house a block west.
Not taking any chances, I put in a couple of cameras around my place. Rex watches inside the house, while I’m working. I just worried about my pride and joy in the garage.
Rex was acting strange like something was going on outside. I turned the back porch light on, and let him out. I saw a light from my garage and darted out to see what was going on in there. I ripped open the door and shone my flashlight on two kids hiding in the corner.
“Get over here,” I told them, as I turned the lights on. I was shocked to see who they were. Casey, the skinny dark-haired girl from down the block. And Erica, a taller, light auburn-haired girl that hangs out with Casey. I knew them from Ginny, Casey’s mom. They were standing there with their hands over their head.
“Don’t scratch my car!” I yelled at them as they walked over. “What the hell is wrong with you two? Trying to get shot?” I told them as they got closer.
“We were…” Casey started to say, before getting cut off by Erica.
“Breaking and entering,” I said. “A felony in this state.”
“You don’t have any proof,” Erica shot back.
I laughed for a second. Then pointed to a camera over my shoulder. “Smile, ladies,” I told them both. Erica lost her cocky attitude pretty quickly. “It’s all now on my hard drive, and soon, on its way to the sheriff’s.”
“Please don’t!” Casey begged me. “I don’t need my mom finding out about this.”
Casey looked scared, where Erica was trying to play it cool.
“We were just going to grab some beer,” Erica said.
“Sure you were,” I told her. I reached into her hoodie pocket, pulling out the keys to my car. “And these?” I asked holding up my car keys.
“What kind of idiot leaves his keys in the car?” she asked me.
“What kind of idiot tries to steal the car from a locked garage? Gets caught. Then tries to weasel out of it,” I told her. “Inside. Both of you.”
I marched them both into the kitchen, telling them to sit at the table. I was picked my phone up and started to dial the sheriff’s office when Erica stopped me.
“Wait!” she yelled. “Don’t call the cops.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I’ll give you a blowjob,” she said.
Casey looked over at Erica, “What!” she yelled.
“If you don’t call the cops. I’ll suck your dick,” Erica said.
My cock instantly started twitching. An eighteen-year-old girl just offered me a blowjob. A cute little eighteen-year-old, no less. “I think I have a better idea, Miss-breaks-in-garages,” I told her. “Both of you are pretty well fucked.” My tone with them was direct and to the point. “You’re are now going to wish you’d never stepped foot in my garage.”
Erica swallowed hard. Casey looked at her, then back to me. “What do you want, then?” Casey asked.
“Whose idea was it to break into my garage?” I asked them.
Erica pointed at Casey. “It was her idea to steal the beer, mine to steal your car.”
“Casey, stand up,” I told her. “Put your elbows on the table.” Casey did as I told her. “Look at her.” As I pointed to Erica. I took my belt off and swatted it hard across Casey’s tiny little ass.
“Oww!” She screamed out.
I drew back and laced another hard swat across her ass again.
“Oww!” she yelled out again, as tears started to swell in her eyes.
Erica looked on in fear, as I spanked Casey right in front of her. She started to shift in her chair. Her hands folded on top of the table.
“Tell Erica what I’m doing,” I told Casey, as I swung my belt across her ass again.
“He’s spanking me, Erica!” she said sobbing. “He’s spanking me hard!” Casey sobbed out loud, as my belt cracked across her ass again. “Please sir, stop,” she begged. “Please.”
Erica started to lose her tough girl act, seeing Casey bent over in front of her like that. Tears rolling down her cheeks, crying from the spanking.
I pointed to Erica, “Take your pants off, and put your elbows on the table!”
Erica slowly stood up, pushing her pants down. I pointed to her panties. “Those, too.”
Erica pushed her panties down to her knees. I could see her smooth shaved pussy, making my cock even harder. I stepped over to Erica, rubbing my hand over her firm teenage ass. I drew back my belt and laced a hard swat across her bare ass cheeks.
“Ouch!” Erica screamed.
I drew back again, and again, giving her definitive red spank marks across her ass.
“Holy shit, that hurts!” she cried out.
A gave her a couple more good smacks. Seeing her fight back the tears as well. Casey still crying and looking at her from across the table.
“You,” I said, pointing to Casey. “Strip.”
Casey stood up, pulling her top up over her head. Her small perky tits were uncovered, as she started taking her pants off. I told Erica to strip as well.
Once Erica was naked. I told Casey to get on her knees and put her hands on her head. I turned to Erica and leaned back on my counter.
“You said you’d suck my dick, so crawl over here and start sucking,” I told her.
Erica crawled over to me and started opening my pants. She slid them down and gasped. “Whoa,” she said. “That’s a big cock.”
“Put your hands behind your back,” I told her. “Open that little mouth of yours.”
I grabbed her by her hair, holding my cock to her mouth. Erica didn’t resist, as I pushed my cock to the back of her mouth. She didn’t make it far, before choking and jolting back. I held her hair keeping her mouth on my cock, pulling her in again. Slowly I started fucking her mouth. Erica wasn’t resisting, she kept her mouth open taking me as far as she could.
Casey watched her friend get her mouth fucked, from her kneeling position. She had stopped sobbing, looking at Erica. The spit and slobber were flowing now down her chin.
I pulled my cock out of Erica’s mouth and started stroking it. A large stream of cum splattered all over her face. Erica tried to close her mouth, but I pushed my cock into her mouth.
“Milk it dry,” I told her, letting go of her hair.
Erica wrapped her wet lips around my cock, and sucked the last of my load from me. Cum, and slobber rained down her chin, and all over her huge tits. I held her by her chin, slapping my cock on her face.
“Don’t like the taste of cum?” I asked her.
“No!” she yelled out, as she coughed. Spitting out cum on the floor. “Gross!”
I pointed to Casey, “Clean her up,” I said. Casey crawled over and started licking my cum off of Erica’s face. “Don’t forget her tits.”
Casey nervously finished cleaning Erica off. Erica stayed still, with her hands still behind the back of her head.
I lifted Erica up, taking her to the bathroom. “You can clean up now, but we’re not done,” I told her. Watching her wash herself off, I kept an eye on Casey. I handed Erica a towel to dry off with, then marched her back into the kitchen. They stood there naked in my kitchen, waiting for my next move.
I gave some lotion to Erica, telling her to rub that on her ass. I was starting to get hard again, watching Erica rub lotion on her reddened ass. When she finished up, I told them to get on their knees. They sat there silently looking at me as I checked the video from my cameras.
I kicked their clothes over to them, “Get dressed,” I told them. As they dressed, I told them to be back tomorrow night at nine. “If you’re not here, the video from the garage goes to the cops.” I sent them on their way and cleaned up.
The next day, after work. I checked my garage and repaired the lock they broke. Shortly after nine, there was a light knock at my door. I opened it up to see both Casey, and Erica standing there.
“Come on in.”
