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Chapter Three

Jennifer Eggles had rigidly coiled her sleek body in repose under the hot, blazing sun, and drowsed petulantly on the thick towel in light slumber, when suddenly she was awoken with several splashes of hot, sticky liquid against her belly.  Underneath her sunglasses her eyes gasped up at the sight of a young dark-haired man trembling, his eyes closed in relief and ecstasy as his hands squeezed one last precious drop from his now drooping cock.  She was so shocked that her now wide-opened mouth couldn’t emit a sound, not even a gasp.  “Ugh,” Sam moaned, gaspingly spent for a moment, recovering from his blast.  She gazed up at him, her shocked and confused mind unable to think of how to respond to such an assault.  Sam’s wits recovered, he gazed back down at her, and appeared almost to hesitantly mumble some words of regret, and then he took off in flight, as fast as his sandals could carry his feet.  Reaching his van, he threw it into ignition and screeched his tires off in direction home.  Whew!  Sam realized that perhaps he’d gone too far that time.  Previous times he’d been discreet enough to masturbate out of vision from the girls he eyeballed laying out in their bikinis at the lake, but this time the temptation to get closer was just too great.  She had been laying out in a corner of the woods where he and she couldn’t be seen, and damn, she was fine.  Sam had almost been tempted to throw caution to the wind and go beyond mere masturbation with this girl, as he had done before with Elizabeth Gushu one hot day earlier this summer.  But he showed admirable restraint and didn’t pull her bikini pants down and insert himself inside her.  She should be grateful for that.  That all Sam had done was jerk off over her luscious body.  She was lucky.  He should have tried to tell her that, to explain and she would understand.  Nah, maybe not.  She wouldn’t understand Sam’s logic.  Chicks are weird sometimes, Sam mused. 
        This had to stop.  Sam’s lifestyle since Samantha had mysteriously vanished wasn’t healthy.  Sam would go to the lake everyday and target women behind his sunglasses and jerk off.  Sometimes up to five times a day.  That wasn’t right.  Masturbation was only temporary relief.  It didn’t compare to the real thing.  Sam had to get a real woman again, NOW.  But how and who?  Sometimes he tried to chat up some of the girls on the beach but mostly they ignored him, gave him the brush off.  Some girls even got really hostile and angry.  Unreasonably angry.  All Sam was trying to do was talk to them.  There was no reason for them to get angry and abusive.  Just for trying to talk to a girl.  Chicks are weird.
        He’d naturally been keeping up with the investigation of the Gushu house fire, and events had taken a curious twist.  A curious twist much to Sam’s liking.  The chief suspect was now Mr. Gushu himself.  Apparently several insurance policies had been signed several weeks before the fire – house insurance, fire insurance, but best of all, life insurance policies for both Mr. & Mrs. Gushu.  Since Mr. Gushu was the prime financial beneficiary of cashing in on the policies, suspicion immediately fell upon him.  To the police, not to mention the insurance companies, it was just too much of a coincidence.  Elizabeth testified to the court that her parents had had a major argument the previous night, and that the morning of the fire she and her father were on their way to spend some time at her grandparents’ house.  Mr. Gushu had admitted that he and the wife had discussed a trial separation, and yes, that morning he had been planning on spending the night at his parents’ house to put some distance between them.  Though the evidence was mostly circumstantial, with little real physical evidence, it was enough to put Mr. Gushu behind bars to await trial.  The court froze his bank accounts and assets and his family and friends refused to bail him out.  Mr. Gushu wasn’t too convincing on the witness stand and to many he was as good as already convicted.
        Sam’s mind began whirling around in thought.  Elizabeth had been his first love, his first conquest.  He knew where her grandparents’ house was now; gossip all over town had revealed that to him long ago.  He would pay her another visit.  He got so horny in excitement driving over to her grandparents’ house that he masturbated as he drove.  A little awkward driving with his pants pulled down and he ran a red light when his moment of truth exploded all over the steering wheel.  How was he going to explain the stickiness to his parents.  With a few minutes Sam was hard as stone again.  He parked the van a block away from her house, in a convenience store parking lot, and began walking.  If he parked directly in front of her house they’d see him pull up, and he wanted to enter the grounds stealthily.  Scope it out before he made his dramatic entrance.  There was only one car in the driveway, a red sportscar that obviously didn’t belong to her grandparents.  The door was open.  Sam boldly strode in, ready to take what was his.  He heard noises from upstairs.  Curious noises…..familiar noises…..noises that he’d heard before.  Noises that he’d made before.  Sam crept up the stairs to the bedroom where the noises were coming from.  The door was slightly ajar and he could peep in through the crack.  What he saw disturbed him to the core of his soul.  It was all he could do to restrain himself and not howl in outrage and horror.  There was Elizabeth, naked and as gorgeous as ever, rolling on her bed with Todd Foxworth.  Todd Foxworth, captain of the football team and most popular preppie in school, a handsome stud from a rich family who was the envy of every boy and wet dream of every girl.  Todd, making love to Elizabeth.  It wasn’t fair.  Life wasn’t fair.  Sam ran out of the house with tears in his eyes, and collapsed in front of the wheel in the parking lot, bawling until his eyes were red. 
       Sam brooded all that day and the next day.  A wicked grin crawled across his face as he hit upon a clever plan.  Oh, clever, clever Sam!  He would do it tonight.
       That evening Sam went back to Elizabeth's grandparents' house.  He popped open one of the windows and crawled inside, careful to be quiet.  That summer Sam's father, a professional locksmith, had taught him a few tricks of the trade.  Dad probably hoped that Sam would follow in his footsteps and grow up to be a locksmith, too.  Maybe Sam would but even if he didn't the skills were coming in useful.  Very useful.  Sam prowled up the stairs to Elizabeth's room.  He cautiously creaked open the door.  It was dark but Sam's cat-like eyes adjusted.  He gazed down upon Elizabeth's sweet, sweet face sleeping in innocence, unaware of the man growling inside with lust hovering above her.  Sam caught his breath and gasped as he realized that soon, very soon, he would make love to that sweet body once again, as he had before.  But this time it would be different.  Elizabeth would be eager and willing this time.  She would give her body all to him and ride his cock with a passionate frenzy.  For she would not realize that he was Sam....not until it was too late.
       Sam slipped off his clothes and slid into bed next to her, finding to his delight that Elizabeth, like many people did in the summer, slept in the raw.  His slithering his hands over her warm body awoke Elizabeth.  "Todd?" she drowsily murmured.  "Yes," Sam replied in a muted whisper, so that she wouldn't recognize his voice.  She couldn't see his face.  It was dark.  Soon their tongues slid in together.  Elizabeth giggled.  "What a surprise," she said.  Sam kept silent.  To make this disguise work he had to make sure she didn't hear his voice.  He cupped her chin in his hands and led it to his cock.  She began licking it enthusiastically, teasing it at first with sharp, quick stabs of the tongue, before engulfing it with the full warmth of her mouth.  Sam wanted to moan in ecstacy but bit his tongue between his teeth.  She stopped and began licking Sam's belly, slowly moving her way up his torso with hot wet kisses.  It was unbearably pleasurable and Sam could take it no more.  He grabbed her mouth and slapped one fierce kiss upon her and slammed her body under his body and pried open her legs and slid it inside.  He pounded with an ecstatic fury.  Elizabeth began moaning loudly, "Oh, ohhh, oh ho ho, oh god Todd Todd Todd," and every time she mentioned Todd's name it enraged Sam and made him pound away even harder and faster, his cock burning with anguish and anger and the desire for revenge.  "Oh god Todd you are so good oh my god you're better than ever this is the best ever yet how did you get so good," she moaned and then with a sharp cry belted out her wail of orgasm.  "It's OK, Grandma can't hear without her aid, she can't hear anything," she gasped out after her scream.  She bent up to kiss Sam's lips again.  Sam stopped pounding for a few moments as they slathered each other's tongues around each other as they made out.  Then Sam started up again and soon he reached his climax.  It had been so long since he'd made love that he'd built up enormous reserves of pent up sperm fury and he gushed like an oil rig, literally flooding her with oceans of white hot intensity, so intense that he couldn't help it and let out an ecstatic moan, "Ohhh!!!"
       It was like a cold bucket of ice water splashed in Elizabeth's face.  Her face froze.  That wasn't Todd.  The shock took her a moment to recognize the voice.  She had been so caught up in the rapture of sex that she hadn't even allowed her eyes to look at the man she was making love to, even though by now her eyes had adjusted to the dark.  When she realized who it was, she quietly muttered, "No."  She said it again, "No," a little louder this time.  Finally she cried loudly, "No.  No.  No no no no no no no!!!" all the while sobbing.
       "You're right," Sam said, grinning maliciously, "I'm not Todd.  I'm a better lover than that boy ever could be.  You said so yourself.  You said I was better than him!  You said this was the best sex ever!  So I guess tomorrow you're just going to have to give Todd the bad news and tell him you got yourself a new boyfriend.  A MANfriend!  How can you go back to that boy after you done had a real MAN like me?"
       "No.  No.  No," was all that Elizabeth could keep saying and sobbing.
       "Oh, shut up, bitch," Sam muttered.  "Yes, yes, yes, YES!"  It would take Sam some time to recharge for the next round.  No matter, they had all night.  Sam curled his body around hers.  He pressed his balls against the small of her back.  Ah, that felt good, so nice and cozy and warm.  It was nice to have a cozy resting space for his warm, rubbery balls.  Skin against skin felt so good.  His arms constantly roved over her twin peaks and down into the smooth valley of her abs.  Now that she knew who it was touching her, every touch of Sam's made her feel physically ill.  With every stroke of his clumsy, hairy paws she grew increasingly nauseous.  The touch of his hands upon her body made her want to vomit.  And so she did.
       "What the fuck?" Sam shouted.  She coughed, hacking away.  "You stupid bitch.  You think you're going to get away with this passive agressive shit?  Think again!"  Sam grabbed the soiled sheets and wadded them up and threw them in the corner.  Then he grabbed Elizabeth by the hair, yanked her up, and led her to the door.  They walked down the hallway to the bathroom to clean up.  Sam shoved her into the shower and stepped inside himself and turned it on.  He grabbed some soap and began soaping up her body, lathering her all over.....her legs, her tits, her belly, her arms, her shoulders....well, well, sometimes bad things can make good things happen, and Sam was really enjoying this.  He was getting a very good look at her body in a good light.  He shoved the soap into her hands and ordered her to do him, too.  Reluctantly, she obeyed.  Touching his body still made her ill but she no longer had anything to vomit up.  She had gotten her sealegs.  The light fingers of her touch wildly excited Sam.  His cock restiffened.  Without further ado he grabbed her from behind, his hands groping her tits, and he took her there in the shower.  Elizabeth howled in pain.  She'd never had it up the ass before.  Sure it was dirty, Sam thought, but we're in the shower, I can clean the shit off my cock easily as soon as I'm finished.  Besides, it felt good.  Nice and tight!  "Agh!  Yes!" Sam triumphiantly spat out as he came, the steamy shower water washing the DNA evidence down the drain.
       Sam found a new pair of sheets when they went back into her bedroom and once again he curled up beside her, his steaming balls pressing against the small of her back.  Elizabeth cried as Sam dozed off into a heavy slumber, a contented smile of satisfaction on his sleeping face.  She couldn't get to sleep herself.  She tried to extricate herself from Sam's grasp but every time she tried to move position and slip her breasts out of Sam's fingers, with an irritated grunt he slapped her back down.  His face nuzzling her soft brown hair, his hot breath blowing in her ear, which he would ocassionally slip his tongue out and lick, smiling and grunting as he did so, like a cat purring with hedonic contentment.  It all became too overwhelmingly unbearable and after about an hour or so of the agony and torture of having Sam's body touching her all over almost melting into her own body, Elixabeth cried, "Enough!" and with one concentrated push broke free, sharply elbowing Sam in the chest.
       Sam awoke with a start and got his senses back in time to catch her at the door right before she escaped into the hallway.  "Where do you think you're going, baby?" Sam cooed at her.  An hour of rest had given Sam his strength back, at full force, and he grabbed her naked body into his arms and kissed her wildly.  He threw her on the bed and with a mischievous grin and an iron hard cock, he prepared for Round Three.
       But Elizabeth Gushu had other ideas.  "No!" she kicked at Sam with her taut, muscular legs when he tried to strike his snake at her, "Don't you dare touch me!  Not again!  I'd rather die than have you touch me!  I'm going to fight you!  This time I'm going to fight you!  You disgust me!  No!"  She raised her arms in defense and defiance, curling her hands into little fists of fury.
       This pissed Sam off.  He fell on top of her, she kicking her legs up and slamming against his back and chest with her fists, her entire body writhing in struggle like a flopping fish.  "Enough!" yelled Sam as he smacked her in the face, hard.  Now it was Sam's turn to fight back and Elizabeth wished that she'd never had started the fight.  Something within Sam snapped and he began hitting at her with genuine force, smacking her in the face and all over her body.  "You stupid bitch!  I loved you and this is how you repay me!  You slut!  You whore!  This is for cheating on me with that, that, that Todd!  Fuck Todd!  I'm going to kill him!  Nobody touches my woman!  How dare you remain unfaithful!  You are mine!  Mine!  Mine!  This'll teach you!  Bitch just gonna have to be learned!  How dare you fuck around me on my back!  How dare you cheat on me!  How dare you!"
       Sam's soul was as full of rage as his dick was full of cum.  He didn't just want this woman fucked.  He wanted her humiliated.  Her body now beaten into submission, cowering and docile, he waved his dick around her face, dragging it over her forehead, cheeks, lips, nose, eyelids.  He wished he could fuck her in the eyeballs, up her nostrils, if that were at all possible.  He jammed his cock into her ear but it was just too big to fit.  He fantasized about jerking off into her ear, the white hot cum floating down into her eardrums, flooding her auditory canal and causing permanent hearing
damage. He brusquely flipped her body over, on her back.  Sam had her pinned down, his hot pulsating dick pressed up against her shapely, curvey buttocks that rose into the air with majestic, glorious protuberance.  "Oh, god, no...."  Elizabeth murmured, expecting Sam to fuck her up the ass again.  But Sam did not do that.  As he sat astride her buttocks, he tugged on his cock, gazing down upon the smooth skin and muscle of her supple back.  He wished he could pencil his name on her back in cum, just like you can write her name in the snow while pissing, but of course cocks don't have the same selfcontrol when cumming as you do when pissing.  Instead Sam just gushed all over her back.  But when he finished he rubbed it in, like rubbing in suntan lotion, deep into her skin, and when he finished doing that, he traced his name in cum on her back.  Like branding cattle.
       "Todd is going to get you," Elizabeth said, tears flowing down her cheeks, "Todd is going to get you.  You're not going to get away with this.  I'm going to tell my boyfriend.  My boyfriend is going to get you.  I have a boyfriend.  He will beat you!  He's going to get you!  You fucking piece of shit, Todd is going to beat the hell out of you!  You'll never touch me again!  Never!  Never!  Never!"
       "Shut up, bitch," Sam grunted and rolled over in bed, pressing his balls against the small of her back once again, as she sobbed.

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The next afternoon Sam was sitting at home watching TV when he heard a car pull up and a car door angrily slam shut and someone outside yelling his name.
       "Come out now, you worthless piece of shit!"  It was Todd.  Sam creaked the door open but didn't open it all the way open.  He was scared now.  What was he going to do?  "Come out here and fight me like a man, scumbag!  Tough man with women but not so tough now, huh?"
       "Ah-ight," Sam drawled at Todd.  "We gonna settle this man to man, alright.  Just give me a minute." 
      Now Sam had to think.  Todd Foxworth was a star athlete and was big and strong and knew his way in a fight.  Todd had bullied and beaten the shit out of lots of other boys plenty of times before, sometimes even on school grounds, but because he was a star athlete the school authorities turned a blind eye.  Todd was able to get away with anything he wanted.  He probably wouldn't even fight fair.  He'd probably use a weapon of some kind while beating up Sam.  He seemed to be alone but who knew if he didn't have some friends waiting around for backup.  Sam knew that Todd would beat him within an inch of his life, sending Sam to the hospital, only stopping from an inch of not killing him because even Todd Foxworth knew that even he couldn't get away with outright murder.  Stupid as Todd was even he knew that.  Sam hated people like Todd.  They get everything handed to them on a silver platter - good looks, money, popularity, athletic success, girls - and don't even appreciate it.  They can do anything they want and think the world owes them it.  Sam didn't stand a chance with a guy like Todd.  If Todd won the fight, his rich daddy, leader in the community, would make sure that charges were never brought up against Todd for deadly assualt with intent to kill.  If Sam won the fight, Sam would be imprisoned and spend the best of years of his life behind bars.  It just wan't fair.
      So Sam did the only thing he thought he could do.  He walked into the garage and started up the van.  As the garage door opened, Todd could hear the engine revving up and Sam peeled out of the driveway with a screech.  Sam knew that his clunky van couldn't outrace Todd's red, sleek sports car.  Sam didn't really have much of a plan.  But what else could he do but run?
      Todd jumped into his car in hot pursuit.  Sam had the headstart advantage but Todd's sports car was faster and as they came on in to town Todd had already caught up, bearing down only a few feet away from Sam's van.  Todd didn't know what he was going to do, either.  Todd's car was smaller than Sam's van, so he couldn't ram the van off the road.  Todd had half a tank of gas but he was sure that Sam's van would run out of gas before his car did, and then with Sam's car stalled on the side of the road, Todd would reach in and yank Sam out and beat the hell out of him right there.  Locking the doors wouldn't save Sam.  Todd would smash the windows in.
      Yes, Sam's situation looked hopeless.
      "No!" yelled Sam as within seconds the yellow light flashed to red.  He would be forced to stop.  But he knew that if he stopped, that one minute was all Todd needed.  Sam would be a sitting duck.  There was only one thing to do.  Sam slammed on the accelerator and clenched his teeth and closed his eyes and rammed through the intersection, derailing traffic.
     Thankfully, Sam made it.  He breathed a sigh of relief as he made across the road in one piece.  He looked in his rear view mirror to see if Todd was still tailing him.  What Sam saw surprised him.  Pleasantly surprised him.
      Todd hadn't stopped, either.  But Todd was not so lucky.  His car collided with a truck, flipping his red sports car over.  It tumbled several times over.  Somehow, miraculously, Todd was able to slowly crawl out of the car as it lay on its back.  Todd moaned in agony, spitting out the blood trickling from the side of his mouth, not sure what exactly was broken but unable right now to stand up and walk.  But at least he was in one piece.  Todd was going to live.  I'm going to live, Todd thought.  But Todd was focused so much on his broken bones and bruises to notice that his engine was now on fire.  Just as Todd was almost clear of the wreckage, crawling like a baby, dripping red blood on the black pavement, the car exploded in a fireball.  Todd was caught on the outskirts of the fireball.  If he had been in the car or closer to the car it would have killed him instantly.  Instead, it engulfed his body in flames.  He desperately flailed around on the ground, howling in agony, screaming for help.  But no help arrived.  Todd endured mortal agony for several minutes as his body broiled like a barbeque.  When they found his body, they found only the blackened, charred remains.  It took dental records to identify who the corpse belonged to, his face had melted into unrecognizibality.
      Sam had turned his van around and witnessed the entire accident from a distance.  "Justice!" spat out Sam, pumping his fist in the air.  Lots of people had hated and envied Todd at his highschool and wished that he were dead.  Now that spoiled pretty rich boy was out of the picture.  "Not so purty now, are you?" mocked Sam as he witnessed Todd's death throes.  Sam grinned.  He knew where he was pointing his van towards to now.  If that bitch thought that last night was a living hell, I'm going to show her what sort of real pain my cock can inflict upon her.  I'm not going to leave a single orifice not soaking with the stench of my cum.
      When Elizabeth heard the knock on her door, she smiled.  She knew that Todd would protect her.  Her white knight had saved the day.  Todd had performed his duty as a man.  And now, she was going to perform her duty as a woman.  Whatever Todd wanted, she was going to give it to him.  She was going to suck his cock dry.  She was going to pleasure Todd in so many ways that the boy wouldn't be able to stand on his two legs for a week.  "A hero deserves his reward," she purred.  "Come in, Todd.  I don't have a stitch on and I'm waiting just for you."  She grinned and giggled as she heard a figure outside in the hall hastily unzipping his pants and removing the rest of his clothes, so that now when he entered the room, he would be as naked as she.  Oh Todd, she thought, oh Todd!  She hoped that he had killed that vile little Straper boy.
      And so imagine her surprise when just that Straper boy opened the door, naked and ugly, with an apelike hard-on pointed straight at her exposed pussy.  She was so shocked that she could barely move.  "But, but....Todd?" she moaned in bewilderment.
      "Todd's dead," triumphantly boasted Sam, "and I killed him!  Ha ha ha!"  And with that, Sam leapt upon her, pinning her to the bed.  Elizabeth went limp.  She was too much in shock, too many tears were streaming down her face, to fight back.  She had completely given up in total despair.  She didn't moan or cry out as Sam immediately slammed his cock deep into her vagina, without even bothering to kiss her or anything first, even though it was rough and painful due to it being still dry.  It began naturally lubricating and moistening eventually, but by that time Sam had flipped her over and was sodomozing her.  She didn't even yelp or whine then.  Somehow, her lack of response made Sam even angrier.  Sam drove on.  It's so funny that the instant, the raw instant immediately before orgasm, how the cock feels so hard, the hardest element in the world, harder than steel or solid stone, and yet a moment later all that strength melts into butter.
      "Yeah, I killed your stupid boyfriend," Sam gloated.  "Without him around, you are mine now, bitch!  I can do anything I want with you and nobody is ever going to stop me."  Sam sneered in delight as he surveyed the look of horror and despair on Elizabeth's face.  He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't resist telling her this, too.  "And one more thing.  I killed your mama, too.  After FUCKING her!"
      "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  screamed Elizabeth in the loudest, most unholy fury Sam or anyone had ever heard.  They say in moments of crisis adrenaline can give a person superhuman strength.  Well, it did for Elizabeth Gushu.  She tossed off Sam and ran out of the house.  She ran screaming and naked out into the streets, all over town, yelling, "Todd!  Todd!  Todd!  Mother!  Mother!  Mother!"  By the time the authorities had apprehended her hours later and put a blanket over her to cover her nakedness, that was all she was able to keep babbling.  No one could make sense of what she could say.  After some observation, they were eventually had to send her to an institution.  Several days later, they found her body hanging in the cell.
      No one had ever been able to figure out how or why she had gone so crazy.  Most people blamed the death of her mother eventually getting to her and she just snapped.  No one seemed to be able to connect her suicide and madness with Sam.  Sam was relieved.  He had had the good sense to get the hell out of the vicinity as soon as she had snapped.  He was sad about Elizabeth Gushu's death,  of course.  She was a great piece of ass and Sam didn't know where he'd find another girl quite as fine as her.  Sam sighed.  It seemed that Sam's life was cursed.  Everytime he loved a girl, they took her away from him.
     Life just wasn't fair. 

Chapter Two

With their house burned down, Elizabeth and her father were forced to lodge with relatives until they could find more permanent residence.  In practical terms, this meant that with Elizabeth on the other side of town, and presumably sleeping in a room with a cousin, he no longer had easy access to her pussy.  This was to go on for several weeks as police and arson experts investigated the crime.  Sam chilled in terror at the thought of them connecting him with the blaze.  He was sure he'd covered his tracks well enough, but he could never be sure.  It was just a waiting game now.
 
But Sam did not remain idle.
 
It was summer and the lake was only about 40 or so minute's drive away.  Lots of hot highschool and college vixens soaked up the sun in the lazy summer afternoons, soaking themselves with oil as they soaked up the rays, strutting their stuff while boys openly gaped and men slyly stared invisibly behind their sunglasses.  Sam convinced his parents to allow him access to one of the family vehicles.  His mom didn't need the extra one, the van, during the summer vacation, so they deemed Sam responsible enough to while away his afternoons driving the van around town.  They gave him a small increase in allowance for gas money, even.
 
When he got to the beach, it was if Sam were beamed up by Scotty into heaven.  Hordes of scantily clad women everywhere, and half of them were hot enough to cause his shorts to embarrassingly expand horizontally in the front.  He had to get rid of this problem.  He hit upon a solution.  Lots of girls floated around in the lake on their rubber rafts.  All he had to do was stealthily sneak close enough to one so that he could get her good in his sights.  He had to make sure both that she was asleep and couldn't notice him, and that no one else was around in easy sight, to see what he was craftily up to.  When he found a suitably sexy target, he'd let himself stare with hard intensity at her smooth, tanned legs, or slim, flattened belly, or the rise and curve of her horizontally flattened breasts, or baby-sleeping face, or whatever turned him on, and then he'd reach down into his shorts and begin to masturbate.  Relief.  The girls should be thankful that I'm only doing this to myself.  They should be grateful that I'm only getting myself off harmlessly this way, instead of forcing myself on them, as my body screams for me to do. 
 
He noticed that some other guys were doing it, too.  One day he noticed a particularly foxy brunette laying out in front of where the cars parked, overlooking the sand dunes.  He also noticed a pair of guys sitting in a monster truck, parked directly behind her.  They were two fat guys in duck hats, real disgusting examples of so-called humanity, who would obviously never have even a remote chance of getting laid with that foxy chick.  He watched as they watched the chick, huge clownish smiles on their faces, overhearing them groan in pain and clownish excitement, "Aww, ma-an, aw gee-od, look at that GIRL," and though from a distance he swore he could see their shoulders moving up and down, as they grimaced and stared at the chick with a furious intensity.....he could figure out what they were doing.  When one of the guys slumped back and went, "ooooooo...." in pain relief, Sam knew for certain.  He hoped they'd clean it up before they drove off.  Pedals can get sticky, especially on a stickshift.
 
The brunette was something else.  Sam would have to keep an eye on her.  Find out where she lived and everything.  He was thinking about stealthily following her car home, but she stayed at the beach too long, and Sam had to go home himself too soon.  There was always tomorrow, or next week, or whenever she'd show up again.
 
Sam didn't have to wait too long.  He was so excited that nearly at the crack of dawn, he lept out of bed to drive the van to the beach.  He had breakfast in the van as he waited for the sunbathing beauties to show up.  He was the first person at the beach.  It was a weekday and in the morning, so not many people were probably going to show up that day.  The beach was eerily deserted in these early post-dawn hours.  Until the first person showed up.  Sam couldn't believe his luck.  It was her.
 
She pulled her car up and stepped out, laying her towel on the grass overlooking the dunes.  Sam was wading in the water and peered at her through the sunglasses.  It was too bad that he wasn't closer, so he could get a better look as she stripped off her shirt and shorts and shimmied down into nothing but her bikini.  It was a checkered bikini, black and white.  She walked down into the dunes, towards the water.  Her breasts shimmered and jiggled as she walked.  Such large, luscious breasts.  Girls with large, natural (non-silicone!) breasts have that little wiggle and sway in their chest when they walk, the kind that drove Sam delirious with desire.  One way or the other, he HAD to have her.  She came to the water and waded in waist deep, trailing her lithe fingers along the water's surface.  She scooped up some water and splashed it over her chest.  Sam almost came in his shorts right then and there when he saw that, saw the water trickle down her soft bosom glowing in the sunshine.  She glanced over at Sam.  Sam smiled.  She let a little smile, just a little one, back, and left the water, returning to her towel in the grass.
 
Sam stood paralyzed for several minutes, staring at her, wondering what to do.  As she dozed on the grass, Sam rose out of the water and walked over to where she was.  She didn't notice he was there.  He circled around her, his jaw hanging open, gorging his eyeballs upon every nook and cranny of her body, from her raven hair hanging over her ears to her red-painted toenails.  She was gorgeous, she was perfect.  Sam had to do something.  So he sat down beside her and said, "Hi."
 
"Hi," she replied. 
 
Sam tried to think of something more to say, but he couldn't.  They were the only two people on the beach.  Here was this absolutely gorgeous girl, and he was all alone with her.  Think, Sam, think!  But all he could gulp out was, "My name's Sam."
 
"So's mine.  I'm Sam.  Samantha," she added.
 
"You go to highschool here?"
 
"Yeah, I go to Laketown."
 
"I go to Meadows," Sam said.  He kept thinking of something interesting or funny to say, to hook this girl in, but his mind kept going blank.  He said a few more things, but it was just inane small talk, and he could tell that she was getting bored, or annoyed, or something, with him.  She thought that Sam was cute, probably, but he could tell that she wasn't interested in him after meeting him, obviously.  Sam couldn't think of what to do.  He wanted to get this girl.  Honestly, if possible.  He wouldn't rape her.  He'd get into her pants, honest.  No tricks.
 
But then Sam made a fatal mistake.
 
Sam told her that he was going to swim again, so he jumped up and ran into the water.  After a while of this, he thought that maybe he could get her to join him and maybe they'd horse around, splashing each other in the water, and they'd play-fight, their bodies touching in slapstick, and slowly with more repeated body contact she'd get turned on, too, and then when the moment was right, he'd grab her tight in his arms and amidst the giggling he'd swoop his lips down and kiss her, and after that it was be all history.  So Sam walked out of the water and called for her to come in and join him.  Samantha cheerily smiled and got up, ready to go.  Sam was walking in the sand dunes towards her, not realizing the danger.  As she began to descend the steps to the dunes, she was smiling, until halfway down the steps she looked down at Sam and gasped.  Sam realized to his horror that she'd spotted his hard-on.  It was long and poking at her through his shorts.  Her right foot was halfway down a stairstep before she turned it around and started walking right back up the steps, a look of fright and disgust on her face.
 
It wasn't fair!  She was drop-dead gorgeous and half-naked in a bikini!  Of course Sam had a hard-on!  He wouldn't be human if he didn't!  She had no reason to be so upset!  He couldn't help his natural biology!
 
"Where are you going?" Sam exasperatedly asked, his voice dripping with shame and sadness.
 
"To the bathroom," Samantha replied, and slowly sauntered off, her buttocks swaying in the breeze as her sandals stoked the asphalt.
 
Sam had no choice.  He followed, catching up, and shadowing her every footstep as she walked on.  She did her best to ignore him, not acknowledging his presence.  When they got to the restroom area, there were four restrooms, two each for men and women.  One each of the men's and women's had a sign in front that said, "Out of order", with orange cans blocking entry.  Samantha entered the women's restroom that was in order.  Sam stood outside for a minute or two, and suddenly he came up with a great plan.  He moved the out of order sign from the other women's restroom, along with the can, and put them in front of the restroom that Samantha was using.  That way, even if someone else came along to the beach and wanted to use the restroom, they wouldn't be bothered.  It was like putting a big "Do Not Disturb" sign in front of the restroom.  Sam opened the door and locked it from the inside.  He waited until Samantha was finished in her stall, hiding in the corner.
 
As she stood in front of the mirror looking over her face, Sam crept up behind her and folded his arms around her torso and said, "Hi."
 
She startled like a gamine deer.  "Can't I get some privacy?"
 
"No," cooed Sam, "You too fine for me to just leave alone."  And with those words, Sam started pecking kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders.  His cock was rubbing, through his shorts, against the asscrack of her bikini pants.  He cupped his hands over her large, soft, but firm, sooo perfect breasts.  Best breasts he'd ever felt up.  He removed one hand and fimbled around her back, snipping the bikini strap off of there, and then around her neck, snipping the bikini strap there, and her bikini top fell off.  Sam licked her neck and turned her around.  Oh my god, are her tits sooo.......Sam kissed one and then the other.  Samantha whimpered, "Please stop."  Sam only looked up and brought his mouth onto hers, slathering his tongue inside hers.
 
"I've never even kissed a boy," Samantha cried.  "I've never had a boyfriend."
 
"Well, looks like you got a boyfriend now," Sam grinned.
 
"Please don't hurt me, please," Samantha shivered, despite the heat of the summer's day.  Despite her amazing beauty, she was a very shy girl who didn't like to talk to people very much, and had never even gone out with a boy.  The boys at her highschool thought she was stuckup because she had rejected every boy that made an approach, but the truth was that she actually really wanted a boyfriend, but was too scared of boys to do anything about it.  So, what Sam was doing to her now, was something that she had been secretly wanting for a long, long time - for some man to seize her in his arms and just take her.  So deeply secret that she half didn't realize it herself.
 
Sam instinctively realized this, because of her total lack of resistance, and the shy but passionate way that she returned his kisses.  "I promise I won't hurt you," Sam replied gently, "I'm going to make you feel good.  Just do as I do and do as I say, and everything's going to be allright.  I'm a nice guy."  With that, he bent down and slid off her bikini pants, at the same time allowing his shorts to drop.  Now two sweaty naked bodies writhed together.  Sam lay down on the tiles and pulled her down, her body on top of him, and as she lay on top, he maneuvered her so that she was in position, and her entered her.  She was soaking wet.  Slickly, oilily, smoothly, glisteningly, gushingly wet.  That, combined with her gorgeousness as Sam gazed up at those juicious mammaries drooping over his face, caused Sam to explode with all that morning's pent-up lust within barely a minute or two.  "You amaze me," Sam whispered in her ear in awe as she collapsed on top of him.  They cuddled for a few minutes, as Sam began building up again for Round Two.   
Sam had come so much that as she got up to stand, little white drops were dripping on to the floor from her pussy.  Embarrassed, she reached down and pulled her bikini pants back on to staunch the flow.  As she snapped back on her bikini bra top, Sam likewise slipped on his shorts, continuing to glare at her open-mouthed, his eyes roving all over her body.  The sex had only taken less than two minutes and because it was rushed too soon it definitely wasn’t satisfying, not for Sam, nor did he suspect for her.  Sam still wasn’t experience much with women, but he knew that much, that two minutes wasn’t even beginning to get her off, that he would need to ram into her, repeatedly, for a lot longer than that.  And that’s exactly what he was going to do, just as soon as he could raise an erection again.  Which would be 5, maybe 10 minutes at the most.  He could use that time to find a more suitable spot for lovemaking than the cold, hard restroom tiles.  God, what a body.  Even limp as he was, his eyes were still hard and full of cum, roving over her perfectly cupped breasts, shapely rump, long smooth tanned legs, tight smooth belly, sweet smile on a pretty face.  And she was his.  All his.  He’d conquered that goal.  He’d staked his claim on virgin lands.  His dick had gone where no dick had gone before.  He’d marked his territory with the scent of his semen.
        “I’m sorry,” Sam apologized.  “This isn’t a good place.  Let’s go somewhere else.  We can lay out in the sun together.  Maybe go swimming together.  But not on that beach.  There are too many other people there to watch us.  Let’s take a car and drive to some place along the lake where we can get some privacy.  Uh, your car or mine?”
        Samantha didn’t know how to respond.  Her thoughts, feelings, sensations were confused.  She had just been touched by a boy for the first time.  Not just touched, but kissed, not just kissed, but entered intimately.  Though she had been taken against her will, she couldn’t say that she didn’t enjoy the feeling of having a hard cock pulsating inside of her.  She didn’t know this boy and was afraid of him for taking her so bluntly without any regard for her wishes.  But there was a raw animal magnetism she couldn’t deny.  Women, all women, at a subconscious level, are drawn to strong, forceful men like Sam who make no bones about what they want and take it.  Women don’t feel any raw, animal desire for limp-dicked PC pussies who ‘respect a woman’s boundaries’; deep down, women want to be seized by the hair and thrown onto the ground and fucked their brains out, long and hard, with primal passionate spontaneity.  That is why Samantha, after a moment of confused cringing crossing her face, looking down at a feet sadly, suddenly but slowly reared her head up and flashed a smile, and in a soft half-whisper excitedly replied, “Yes.  Yes, Sam.  Yes.”
        They took Sam’s van and drove around in the woods around the lake for a long time, circling around through all the backroads, past the campers and boaters, until they found a spot that seemed relatively isolated and safe from prying eyes.  Sam and Samantha walked over to a small glen far from the road and finding an open bit of clearing between the trees, spread their towels next to each other to soak up the sun.
        “Got the suntan lotion?” Sam asked.  Samantha handed it to him.  He was about to rub it over his body when he had a flash of inspiration.  “Why don’t you help me out?  I’ll rub it over you if you rub it over me.”  So Samantha squeezed a jizz of oil into her hands and started slowly rubbing it over Sam’s chest and back.  It was such an incredible feeling, have her soft hands sliding over his body with her soft touch, that Sam felt like he was going to cum in his shorts.  Then another flash of genius hit Sam’s brain, lodged firmly in his little head between his crotch.  “Nobody can see us from the road here,” Sam leered as he slipped off his shorts.  “Why don’t you take off yours, too?”  Samantha obliged.  “You haven’t finished,” Sam reminded, and turned around so that she could apply the lotion to his legs and now bare ass.  She grew more excited, thrilling to the time when it would be her turn and Sam would put his hands on her body samewise.
        “Only one part of my body left to go,” Sam informed her.
        “But you don’t want suntan lotion on that!  Won’t it hurt?” she replied.
        “You’re not going to put suntan lotion on it,” Sam wickedly gleamed, “You’re going to slick it up with something else.”  With that, Sam lay down and beckoned her to crouch down as well, her face between his knees.  “Just play with it with your hands a little and then lick it.”  She gulped squeamishly.  “Ah, don’t be like that.  Just try it a little and see you’ll like it.”  She tenderly stroked his balls and cock with the barest tinkle of her fingertips, the lightness of touch sending Sam into paroxysms of pleasure, but not orgasm yet.  She took a deep breath and reluctantly pressed her lips against his cock, merely pecking it with the tips of her lips at first, until finally steeling herself beyond her trepidation and going all the way with a hot, juicy, slathering French kiss.  Sam was right.  This was fun.  She twisted her tongue around, licking and stroked it from the left and right and center and up and down and everywhere in between, until Sam could hold back no longer.
        “Gggguuhhhhhgggghhhhh!” Sam howled and hot white liquid suddenly took her unawares, flowing past her lips, over her teeth, and down her throat in a rapid-fire gush.  She couldn’t stand the taste but bravely swallowed her medicine anyway.  For the second time that day, Sam had came, and while that may have emptied more mortal of a man, there was plenty more where that came from, because we’re talking about the one and only Sam Straper.  It only gave him breathing space between rounds.
       They collapsed on the towels and dozed off.  Samantha hadn't expended much energy at all.  All that heavy petting had only energized her more.  She rolled her head over and glanced at Sam's body with hungerous lust.  Her torso rose and heaved up and down with every heavy breath.  She couldn't take it any more.  She rolled her body over, on top of Sam's, her arms embracing him as she slapped hard licks of kisses upon him.  Sam woke up and instinctively rolled her over.  Now he was on top.  They kissed and rolled their hands over each other's bodies for several minutes, a luxurious eternity.  But Sam wasn't quite ready yet.
       "Let's go for a swim," Sam suggested.  So they did.  As they lapped around in the water, slowly the gravity of lust pulled their bodies back together in embrace, and they kissed in the lake, their arms wrapped around each other.  "Ain't nobody around to see," Sam observed, "No reason to keep these on."  He reached down and pulled his shorts off, balled them up, and flung them on the shore.  Samantha giggled and snapped off her bikini top, and then her bikini bottom, and did the same.  Now two naked bodies blissfully cavorted in the water, oblivious to all around them.  Even if another person had stumbled upon them and saw what they were doing, they wouldn't have noticed, so wrapped up in each other they were.  The slick wetness Sam felt when stroking her smooth body felt good.  It rose again.  Sam grunted.  He didn't need words.  He grabbed her around the ass and pulled her up out of the water and onto the shore.  He laid her down on the towels.  This time he didn't come too soon.  He slid in and out of her, over and over, until she, too, began moaning in ecstacy, until with a shrill, loud squeak, she experienced her first orgasm.  She'd never even masturbated before.  She had no clue how good a body could feel.  Sam had showed her the way.  Sam was a good teacher.  The lesson taught, Sam allowed himself to release the essence of his soul, as well, pouring himself into her.
       They made love three more times that day.  Five glorious times that day, Sam had came.  For the first time in his life, he felt spent and satisfied.  He dropped Samantha off at her car and hungrily gave her one last kiss.  "I'll show you were I live," Samantha said.  He followed her car with his van.  As she got out, she beckoned Sam to get out as well.  "My parents are home.  I can't kiss you out here right now," she said.  "I can meet you tomorrow.  Same place."
       "Oh yeah," replied Sam.  "Yes!  Tomorrow!  Omigod I am so happy!"
       "I am too!" answered Samantha, and despite the danger, planted a big, sloppy kiss on Sam.  She didn't think her parents saw.
       The next three weeks were the happiest of Sam's life.  Every day they met and every day they made love several times, rolling around together in the hot sun in absolute ecstacy.  Sam was in love.  So was Samantha.  He had finally found paradise.  Everything he could want.  He would never have to rape again, not now that he had a beautiful, willing partner who could satisfy his every need.  It was too good to be true.  It was too good to last.
      And it was.
      One afternoon Sam and Samantha were frolicking upon her bed.  Her parents were supposed to be gone that day.  Her father came home early.  He heard the lovers bouncing and shaking in Samantha's bedroom.  "Samantha!" he shouted.  But she and Sam were so involved within each other that neither heard the warning shout of danger.  Her father knocked on the door.  No answer.  He opened the door.
      "Why you.....!" her father howled as he caught Sam and Samantha, both naked, Sam on top of her, pumping furiously.  Sam jumped up and bolted for the window, not even bothering to pick up his clothes.  Survival instinct took over.  He crawled out and collapsed on the lawn, naked.  Her father was close behind - with a shotgun.  Sam fled, running nude, towards the woods.  For the first but not the last time, Sam was being chased away from a woman by an angry man with a gun.  Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks and collapsed.  Sam had been shot.  Shot in the butt.
      "That takes care of him," Samantha's father, Fred, said with cold satisfaction.  He turned away from the window and towards Samantha, gazing down upon her gorgeous, curvaceous, naked body, glistening with sweat and fear.  A bulge arose within Fred's crotch.  For, you see, Fred was not her biological father, but stepfather.  "I've been waiting!  Waiting for years!" Fred ranted at her.  She didn't understand.  "Please, Daddy, please," she pathetically pleaded.
     "Girl, you are a woman now," Fred surveyed her body with cold lust.  He'd observed that little girl's body slowly sculpt curves and bud breasts, transforming into a beautiful woman.  And just as slowly, he had bided his time.   Now, that pimple-faced, greasy-limbed monkey of a teenage boy had ruined years of patience and preparation.  Fred had waited, waited for the right moment to take his right as a father and man and deflower Samantha, the prize virgin.  A man works hard, goes to work day in day out, 8 hours a day 5 days a week, to see his paycheck support people other than himself called his family, and for what reward?  The ingratitude.  He'd done his best to rear Samantha right and refused to allow her any boyfriends.  The last time he'd caught one of the neighbor boys coming round, trying his slimey little best to sniff round her panties, he'd learned that boy.  He'd pounded the shit out of him and warned him to warn all the other boys in the neighborhood and school, "Hands off my daughter!"  That was one reason why, gorgeous and willing as she was, Samantha had never had a boyfriend before Sam came along and swept her off her painted toes.  Fred kept a vigilant watch and scared all the boys away.  Also, Fred taught her to fear boys, psychologically browbeating her into an unnatural shyness, so that he could better dominate her.  Fred would unnaturally stifle and dominate her so much that, when the time came for Fred to show to her what it was that made Fred a man and thus carry her over the bridge from girl to woman, she would submit with a struggle or whimper.
      But after meeting Sam, she had changed.  Sam had awakened the woman within her.  Stirred up passions she never knew she had.  Love does that to you.  Gives you backbone.  There was only one man in the world for her now, and that was Sam.  Never again would she blindly submit to her stepfather's bullying.
      Fred unstrapped his belt.  At first she thought that he was going to spank her with the belt.  It had been years since he'd done that and she was no longer a child, but that's all that she could think of why he was taking off his belt.  "I ain't gonna tell your mama what you done with that boy," Fred negotiated, "Long as you don't tell her or NOBODY what we gonna do right now."
      As Fred flung off his shirt and dropped his trousers to the floor, too late she realized what he was going to do.  She screamed as he lept on top of her, crushing her with his weight.  "It was supposed to be me!  Me!  ME!  Not that ugly, stupid, sleazy little BOY!" Fred ranted in outrage.  Fred began licking her face, trying to kiss her, but she kept turning her mouth away, her lips dodging his lips.  He quickly grew frustrated.  His dick was long, wrinkly, aged like cedar but hard.  Still, she locked her legs tight and refused him entry.  She fought back wildly, slashing at his face with her nails, kicking against him with her free legs.  "You goddamn bitch!" Fred snarled and slapped her hard.  He realized that he was going to have to use violence and strength to force her into submission this time.  Fred punched her in the stomach and she reflexively recoiled, giving Fred the maneuvering time to pry her legs open and keep them open.  His stiffwood was moments away from entry.  But she kept fighting back all the way, wriggling her knees and hips to force his thighs backward.  But she was fighting a valiant but losing struggle.  Closer and closer his cock crawled towards her the walls of her vagina.  It was only a matter of time before Fred's dick would reach the door and kick it open.  "Noooooooooo!!!!!" Samantha screamed in unholy indignation.  "Sam!  Help!"
       Meanwhile, Sam lay face down on the grass, stunned by the shock of being shot.  Slowly he realized that he could move, and slower still that he could stand up.  He reached behind and felt his butt, where he had been wounded.  It still stung, but.....no blood.  No blood?  No blood!  Sam hadn't been wounded at all.  Samantha's father must have, in his haste, forgotten to load the gun.  What Sam had felt had been the slap of cold air.  An airgun!  With a start he heard Samantha's screams of protest.  He could either run away to safety, or rescue the woman he loved.  Not much of a decision.
       Fred didn't feel much after the shock of the first impact when the butt of the gun crashed down against his head.  A gush of blood sprouted from his skull and mixed like greasy oil in his greyish-brown hair, and his body lolled over and hit the floor.  Samantha was trembling, crying.  Sam held her.  "It's alright now.  I'm here."
      After several minutes of calming her down, they surveyed the situation.  "What are we going to do now?" Samantha asked.
     "I guess we're just going to wait until your mom comes home and tell her what happened.  And then I guess we're going to have to talk to the police," Sam answered her.  He didn't know what to do, either.  Fred looked like he would be unconscious for another several hours.  Maybe they should call an ambulance first, to see about Fred.  No.  Sam wanted to kill the pervert, and so did Samantha.  If he dies accidentally because of that blow on the head, then fuck him.  Territorial rage flared in Sam's heart.  Primal instinct to protect his woman kicked in.  It was all Sam could do to keep himself from getting up, loading that gun with a real bullet, and finishing the job.
     Samantha's mother arrived nearly an hour later.  Sam and Samantha approached her at the door and told her what happened, showing her the unsconscious body of Fred.
     "You did this to my husband?" her mother asked Fred pointedly.
     "It was self-defense," he replied.
     "I want you to go," she said, "Now.  Get out!  I said, get out!"
     "Alright," Sam said, "What about Samantha?"
     "She'll be OK," she replied, "I'll make sure that he never lays a hand on her again.  That bastard." She sneered down at Fred and spat on his body.
     Reassured, Sam began to leave the house.  He turned to Samantha to say goodbye.  They walked out onto the porch.  "I love you," Sam said.  "I don't ever want anyone to ever hurt you ever again.  I want to be with you forever.  Always."
    "Me, too," Samantha echoed, small tears rolling down her eyes.  "Don't go.  Hold me."
     Sam held her and gave her one final kiss before leaving.
     Little did he know, but that was the last kiss he would ever give her.
      The next day Sam returned to Samantha's house.  He didn't see any cars in the driveway.  He knocked on the door.  No answer.  Rang the doorbell.  Nothing.  He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Samantha!  Samantha!" He peeped in the windows.  The rooms were stripped bare.  Very little furniture left.  TV gone.  CD player gone.  Posters and flower vases gone.  Nothing left.  Bewildered, he ran to the closest neighbor's house and asked them where Samantha's family had gone.  They couldn't tell him anything.  They didn't know, either.  He ran around the neighborhood frantically, asking everyone at every door.  No one could give him much help.
      "They came from California, before they moved here," one neighbor informed Sam.  "Maybe they went back."
      That wasn't much of a lead.  California was a big state.  And maybe they hadn't gone to California at all.  Maybe they'd gone to Connecticut or Canada or Cuba, for all Sam knew.  But it was the only lead Sam had.
      Sam trembled in outrage.  He howled, he screamed, he threw rocks in the road, stomped up and down, and cried.  He did a lot of crying.  It wasn't fair.  For once he had something good, something great.  He might have even married that girl.  And now she was gone.  You get something good in this world and as soon as you get it, they take it away from you.  It wasn't fair.  He swore he'd find her, somehow, someway.  But it was a big, big world and he had no idea where to even start looking.
 

My Struggle: The Autobiography Chapter One


"Yes, because I was horny, goddamnit.  I felt like my balls were about to explode.  Explode!  I am not sorry for any actions I have done and I feel I was not only justified but right.  No woman has the right to torture me like that.  You don't understand what my mind and body make me want to do.  I had to do what I had to do!"
 
Sam Straper spat out vituperatively at the D.A. as the jury watched on with a mixture of horror, fascination, awe, and disgust.  The Legend, this Giant amongst Men, had finally been captured and brought to "justice", whatever the hell that is.  As he sat tensely on the wooden chair, his voice growing shriller and more intense with each successive syllable of his extended rant, the story of his remarkable life unfolded before the dropping mouths of the bulging-eyed audience.
 
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Ever since a wee toddler he'd been compelled by the dark stirrings of his heartloins to give in to the sweetly savage siren song of rape.  Even as far back as elementary school he'd daydreamed of forcing another unto his mighty will, coldly slitting his eyes upon the girls from a distance.  When he hit puberty, his world fell apart.  Every morning simply the act of putting his pants on was painful because his balls bulged so copiously with semen, and for the life of him he couldn't ever get his wee wee to go down, even after he pissed; every act of climbing into and zipping up his trousers was a protracted struggle, finally forcing his ramrod down enough to pull them up and cover his naked genitals.  All day the painful tightness constricted and nearly choked the lifeforce out of him, his hard cock constantly vibrating and throbbing against the denim walls of his jeans, his insides screaming with an agony that he stoically bore in silence.  Walking was painful.  Sitting down was painful.  Only in bed, at night, or in the bath, when all his clothes were removed, did the agony stop.  Only to be replaced by a greater agony, an agony of unfulfilled desire.
 
One night, fumbling with his slipping fingers under soft sheets, he discovered a solution to his permanent hard-on.
 
But while that temporary relief eased and soothed momentarily, it was not enough.  He needed more.  He racked his brains trying to scheme ways to bullshit talk girls into his arms, but nothing worked.  He'd say "Hi," and the cheerleaders would snoot their snubby little noses up at him.  Pure evil.  No one feels any sympathy for the plight of the teenage boy and nobody tries to help him.  Instead society sneers and mocks his natural desires and cackles as it throws insane obstacles in his way, erecting a vast wall against his erection.  Well, they said words and charm would enable him to climb that wall, maybe, and even if you did it would be subject to all sorts of crippling conditions on her terms.  Sam was too much of a Man for that crap.  The wall was in his way?  He was going to smash through that wall.  Knock a hole out and break on through with the might and force of his rock hard will and cock of steel.
 
For the Fire!
 
His first conquest occurred one hot, sultry summer day when the girls liked to enact a ritual where they teased the gaping boys by walking out into their grassy backyards half-naked to soak up the rays of the sun.  Around mid-afternoon one fine, fine slowhotmolasses Sunday, Elizabeth Gushu casually strolled out onto her patio, a folding plastic recliner under her lolling arms.  She unfolded it and prepared to lay down.  Out of modesty's sake, she chose a corner of the patio where none of her body could be spotted by passerbys on the road; but from his room Sam could scoop in a mouthfull of eyefull.  Elizabeth was one of the hottest girls in his highschool but even being next door neighbor he couldn't get his foot in the door with her.  Every time he tried to talk to her she'd snottily ignore him.  And now here was his chance.  He was going to see her body in all its glory, with only a couple of bare scraps of cloth to tantalizingly cover her mysteries.
 
As the lazy afternoon was long, she took her blessed time preparing for the sun ritual, slowly unpeeling her summer clothes with a drawn out lack of haste that poked the fires of Sam's desires into even further inflamations.  She sat down and untied her shoes, carelessly kicking them off into a corner, along with her socks.  She stood up, slipped her hands down to the sides of her shorts, and with a slithery wriggle slipped them off into a heap at her feet, exposing her long, tawny legs.  Then she tugged at the bottom of her white T-shirt and langourously pulled it over her head.  Sam's heart pumped in wild excitement as the edges of the shirt frissonned against her breasts.  As she stood tall, her pert, ripe bosom rising to meet the light breeze, Sam imagined what it would be like to slowly, softly rub his hands over that magnificent pair.  And slowly smooth his hands up and down those stately, slightly muscular but lithe legs, golden brown and curving upwards into a round rump of perfect circumference.
 
She sat down on the long lawn chair and took out the suntan lotion.  If her body had excited him then, now, with all of her sexily slow rubbing her hands all over herself, her brown skin now glistening and gleaming in the sun, he almost went insane.  She reached down to the bottom of her toes and drew her legs up, one at a time, the lotion melting like hot butter over her as her hands flew over her body.  Sam eyeballs popped, his mouth watered, he quietly moaned from the diaphragm with a tortured grunt.  His hands had flown down to his ragingly stiff cock, as he prepared to stare with murderous intensity while moving his hands up and down his shaft of love.
 
But he knew this time, it would be useless.  Masturbation was not going to be enough.  Not even if he jerked off five times in one hour, constantly staring at her body.  His loins and heart and soul would not, could not be satisfied with that alone.  He knew what he had to do.  Every instinct, every fiber in his mind and body screamed for him to take her.  So he would.  Sam was not a violent boy and did not want to use too much force against a creature so beautiful, but he had no choice.
 
The poor boy had no choice!  The poor boy
 
He waited patiently like a tiger crouching for its prey, until she was lightly dozing off.  Careful not to make a sound, he stealthily climbed over the fence that led to her backyard.  With soft, pawlike movements, he crept closer and closer to her, until he was right behind her, staring down upon this adolescent Venus.  He removed his shoes and socks, and then his shirt.  His shorts annoyed him, so he removed them.  Now he was standing naked before her, and she didn't realize he was there.  Her parents were not at home; only she alone.  No one could observe her or him from the road, and they were far enough from other houses that any cries of help would not be heard.  The only practical problem now was how to remove the bikini top, so he could get at her gorgeous breasts; and more crucially, how to remove the bikini bottom so that he could enter her and seal the deal.
 
Well, let's try sweet talk one more time, he thought.  I don't want to rape her if I don't have to.  If only I can convince her to have sex with me.  I want this so bad, surely she must feel at least some little bit the same!  He pulled his shorts back up.  He leaned over her and said, "Hi."
 
"Whuh!" she shook with a sudden start.  Recovering herself, she looked him up and down and sneered, "How did you get in here?"
 
"I just wanted to talk to you."
 
"Get.  The.  Fuck.  Away!" She stood up with an Atalantan fury, face crimson with contempt and rage.  "Look!  I'm getting sick of this!" she whined.  "You're a fucking pervert!"  She gazed down upon his hard-on with a look of pure disgust and revulsion at his primitive ape-like state of lust.
 
Whoah!  Sam was not prepared for an attack as vicious as this!  He stuttered and fumbled for words.  "But....but....wait, let me-"
 
She just stood there, her lip curled into a sneer of contempt and disgust.  She obviously had no interest in him and wasn't even going to give him a fair chance.  Pure evil.  If pure evil exists, Sam thought, this is it.  Did she even begin to fathom what she was doing to him?  What her body made him want to do?
 
"So I don't even have a chance."
 
"I'm not in the mood."  She lay back against the chair and closed her eyes again, expecting Sam to beat a retreat.
 
But Sam was not going to be told what to do.  Nobody has the right to treat me this way.
 
"I'm sorry," Sam gulped out, trying hard to keep his voice level, "But I don't have a choice.  I don't have a choice.  Don't you know what you're making me want to DO?!"
 
He bent down and stroked her long, straight brown hair.  "Just what do you think you're doing-" but before she could finish, his lips were on hers, and the heaving weight of his body was resting on top of hers.  "Mmmmmphhh!" she cried as his lips crushed against hers, her tongue involuntarily striking back in coiled embrace as his tongue made contact.
 
"Get off!"  But Sam did not get off.  He kissed her neck, stroked her belly, as his cock pressed against his shorts against her bikini bottom.  Again, it annoyed him.  So he removed the shorts.  Now he lay naked against her body.  Her bosom heaved as she struggled to unleech him, but he kept hanging on, crushing her under the power of his strength and weight and force of gravity.  He fumbled for her bikini strap and snapped it off.  "No!" she cried as he tossed it off into the corner pile with the rest of her clothes.  He gazed down upon her glorious rising hillocks, capped in sharp red peaks, and rolled his eyes back in ecstacy.  He showered her bosom with smatterings of slobbering kisses, panting and licking over her now-hard nipples with uncontainable excitement.  All the while she tossed back her head, one small trickle of a tear falling across her puffily round cute cheek, muttering evermore quieter, "No.....no.....no....no," she whimpered.
 
Now came time for the prize.  He reared his head and torso back up and bent his hands down to her bikini pants.  He reached down and caressed her buttocks inside the pants, then with a sharp snap he tore the ribbon at its narrowest point, and as with the bikini top, off it came, imperiously tossed over into the clothes pile in the corner.  All of his life was now come to fruition.  This was it, this was as close to finding the gates of paradise on earth as a man could plant his staff.  He howled with delight.  Her eyes popped open with both curious excitement and fear; for like him, she was also a virgin.
 
She trembled as he entered her.  Slowly he slipped it in the soft, moist soil of her forest glades, the oystery grit of her vaginal walls secreting lubricants.  He pumped, slowly at first, then faster and more rhythmically.  At first she winced with pain, but as the groove became more intense and regular, she slipped into it, her body forcing her enjoyment against the will of her mind.  Glacially, ever so incrementally, a small grin encroached upon her face.  She had decided to give in.  She was conquered territory.  And with one final thrust, Sam once again howled in delight, flooding Elizabeth Gushu with his sacred seed.  He felt like he was melting inside her.  It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing either one had ever experienced in their lives, and never would experience anything else as innocent and wonderful again.
 
He collapsed against her, a spent force.  Their bodies glistening with sweat mixed with suntain oil, he gazed into her big brown eyes and kissed her again, softly and tenderly, stroking her hair, and she in turn stroked his.  A look of sadness struck against her face, as if she were about to cry again, but was bravely holding back the tears.  He stroked her body and tried to soothe her, and they lay there for seemingly hours (but only minutes in actuality) in post-coital bliss. 
 
This was too good to be true yet on reflection there was danger.  He did not know what Elizabeth would do once he left her to her own devices.  She might tell her parents, crying on their shoulder.  She might call the police.  They might hunt Sam down and throw him in prison, robbing him of the best years of his life, all for a few moments' ecstacy of pleasure.  A life wasted away in jail for only obeying the insufferable demands of his body.  He could picture it all now and the sheer outrageous injustice of it all enraged him with a cold fury at fate and society.  Why should he pay for the rest of his life for one mistake?  And it wasn't even a mistake.  She might deny it in her mind but in her body and deep in her female soul she enjoyed it as much as he.  She needed his cock.  She needed to feel it deep, deep inside.  All women needed such a thing.  If they did not they were not women. 
 
He stroked her gently some more, as if to tell her that he didn't mean her any harm and didn't want to hurt her, just please give him this one little thing, it's not such a big thing for her to give him but it means the world to him to have it.  "I'm sorry," he said, "I had to.  I had to.  I had to."
 
She did not reply.
 
He wanted to stay with her all afternoon, melting in her caress, but he knew any time her parents would return.  He kissed her on the lips once again, licking his tongue along the rims of her mouth.  He couldn't let go, it was as if a magnet held him against her delicious, warm, smooth body.  He pressed his lips against her nose, eyes, cheeks, neck, as his hands stroked her legs, his chest rubbed against the soft swell of her rosy-tipped breasts.  He felt the stiffening once again.
 
She felt it too.  She looked down between his legs and gulped.  "Again?"
 
"Yes.  One more time.  One more time and I'll go.  Please.  Be nice this time."
 
"No."  Her voice trembled.  "No.  Please.  No."
 
"I have to."
 
"It....it....it hurts."
 
This stopped him.  He knew she spoke the truth.  But he had to do what he had to do.  His pleasure was her pain.  He didn't want it that way.  He thought for a minute.  "OK.  I won't stick it inside.  But you have to help me.  You have to help me get rid of this," pointing to his hard-on.
 
"OK.  I'll do whatever you want, if you just go away."
 
"Get up," he ordered her and she obeyed.  Oh god her body shone so gorgeously as she rose, standing tall and proud, her breasts shimmering as they jiggled as they moved, oh that involuntary jiggle a woman gives her breasts when she moves and her breasts move with her.  Sam lay down and took her place on the lawn chair.  "You have hands and you have a mouth.  I want you to rub my balls and suck my cock."  He had never talked this dirty to a woman before and felt a little shocked at himself.  He supposed he could have put it more poetically, more seductively, but he didn't have the words or time for that.  Besides, direct is sometimes good.  She nodded her head and bent down.
 
Though tentative and inexperienced, the warm, light touch her fingers and palms, the tickle of her fingernails stroking over the hairs of his manhood, shot hot fire into his purple volcano.  But it was still far from eruption.  She had never touched a man's parts before and was experimenting with the feel, molding it like rubber clay in her hot little hands.  Against her will, she felt sweet, dirty excitement.  It felt good to touch it.  She didn't expect it to.  She was still felt nervous about wrapping her lips around it, though.  Sam moaned and with a loud whisper and his eyes on her mouth, "Yes."  She tentatively flicked her tongue over the rim of his penis, just a couple of small flicks.  "Oh god yes, that feels sooooo good.....don't stop....." but she stopped.  "Oh please, do it again," Sam pleaded, "It's just like licking a lollipop.  Lick it like candy.  Please.  It feels so-" but the words did not come out of his mouth because she steeled her tongue for the plunge and swallowed Sam's manhood in her mouth, almost whole.  As her hot velvet lips enveloped Sam he gasped and almost cried out.  Slowly she pumped her lips up and down his shaft, sliding her tongue over him from bottom to head.  The wetness and warmth got to him and he trembled and with a sharp moan the volcano gushed white lava, spilling all over her lips and swimming torrents in the caverns of her mouth down her throat.  She gagged, wanted to spit it out, but forced herself to swallow.  She did not like the taste.  It disgusted her and made her sick.  But she bravely swallowed her medicine down.
 
"Are you going to go now?  My parents are going to be here any minute."
 
"Just....give me....a minute."  That last spurt had done something to Sam.  He felt completely sapped and drained.  It was if some vampire leech had sucked all the energy out of him.  He barely felt as if he could walk.  He caught his breaths shallowly and forced himself on his feet.  He picked up his clothes and put them back on.  He looked at Elizabeth Gushu again, his eyes strolling all over her.  Oh what a sweet piece.  He was going to have to come again for more.  And more.  And more.  And more.  Oh god he didn't know how he could ever get satisfied with her stirring him up all over again, again and again.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe even tonight!  He grinned hugely, fixing her with a massive leer, his dick almost literally crawling out of his eyes, and parted with the words, "I'll be back."
 
He'll be back? she wondered.  Her hands shook as she opened the door to her house.  She closed all the windows and locked all the doors and walked into her bedroom and threw herself against her bed and sobbed.   
 
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He came back. 
 
Lying in his bed at night, he felt the hard on strike again.  Sam was at the age in a young man's life when the sexual summit of his powers had been close to peaked.  It wasn't a matter, as it was with older men, of getting it up, but keeping it down.  If he so wished and had the opportunity he could - straining to his limits - fuck to the finish line a dozen times a day.  But why strain yourself.  Still, once a day wasn't enough.  He needed more.  Not wanted.  Needed. 
 
Needed.
 
Careful not to wake his parents, he slipped into his shorts  - he had the habit of sleeping in the nude - and strolled across the wet dewdips of the summer lawn.  Stealthily he clambered over the fence like a panther in the night.  Quietness was essential for this operation.  He couldn't take the chance of awaking Elizabeth's parents and thus spoiling his aim.  The need for subterfuge excited him.  He felt like a spy in the house of lust.  Here he was, a sly prowler in the night, stealthily stalking his prey.  He could have almost howled in lupine war-call if not for the restraint needed for silence.
 
He peeped in the windows, searching for Elizabeth's room.  His eyes caught her parents as they snoozed oblivious in their comfy twin bed.  He strained his eyes to turn the glimpse of Elizabeth's mother into a once-over of her face and body.  It was dark and she was under covers but he liked what bit he could see.  A sly thought crept into his brain.  Maybe?.....Heh.  The mother as well as the daughter.  I betcha she's still got it going on, even at 40 or whatever age she was.  I'll have to figure out the family's schedule and slip in some day when she's all alone, doing the housework.  You know, I bet I might even get her for free....probably been a long time since she had a hot young stud like myself offer himself to an older woman like her.  Why wouldn't she go for it?  I've got to have a better body than that fat pot-bellied slob of a husband.  For the first time in ages, she's going to make love to hard hunk of flesh that physically excites her.  Yes.  That's it.  I'm going to do it, at least once to see what it's like.  Just got to plan it all out.
 
But enough of that.  To the matter at hand.  He snuck over to Elizabeth's window.  He tried to open it, but it was locked.  Now what?  He should have known, he should have know, she'd have taken precautions, after what happened that afternoon.  Probably locked her door, too.  He peered into the bedroom, using the sliver of moonlight as a flashlight upon her body.  There are few sights in life more gorgeous than female beauty reflected in the moon's gaze and oh, she was so lovely.  His thoughts raced back to the events of 10 hours ago and the ecstatic bliss that he could enjoy once again, that night, if only he could find a way.....!  Slowly a cold rage built up inside him, a rage at the injustice of locks and windows and doors and fate, oh god how can you be so cruel, tantalizing me with such beauty that remains infuriatingly just out of my reach?
 
There had to be a way.  He was just about to lose control and simply smash his fist through the window and crawl through the broken glass inside, thus alerting not just Elizabeth but her parents and neighbors as well.  The broken window would have to be explained and Elizabeth would spill all, and Sam would be crushed by the forces of the law in the bloom of his youth.  No.  That was not the way.
 
Oh well, at least I can stare at her body and relieve myself against their wall, that's better than nothing.  He was about to do just that when he spotted a small cat.  The cat was crying, so he picked it up.  He stroked it.  Then he realized the cat might have some practical use.  He lifted the cat to Elizabeth's window and used its claws to scratch.  That cat didn't like being toyed with this way and began crying, loudly.  The cat struggled a little to get out of Sam's grip, but despite the danger of being clawed, Sam knew that he had to hold on for a few minutes longer.  Slowly, Elizabeth's slumber was penetrated.
 
"Aww, what a pretty kitty," she cooed.  Sam cleverly concealed his hands and crouched his body underneath the windowpanes.  "What's wrong?  Do you want to come inside?"  She opened the window to get at the cat, but it wasn't wide enough, so Sam pulled the cat away.  "Come here kitty kitty, don't be afraid." By now the window was almost completely open.  Sam released the cat and it flew away.  A disappointed pout crossed Elizabeth's face as she watched the cat race across the lawn and over the fence. 
 
But now Sam had his opening.  He leapt up and grabbed her arms.  It happened so fast she could only release a surprised gasp.  He pursed his fingers to his lips, "Quiet.  Your parents are next door."  Using her arms as leverage, he vaulted into her room, knocking her back on the bed in the process.  It all happened so fast she had no time to react.  Actually, a normal woman probably would have been able to react quickly enough to slam the windows shut before Sam could crawl in, but Elizabeth was still in shock from the events that had happened just that same day.  Seeing Sam's face peering up at her from the darkness gave her such a fright that she couldn't help but freeze, if only for a few seconds.  And those crucial seconds were all that Sam needed. 
 
He knew that she was scared of what her parents would think if they caught her with a boy, clad only in shorts that were on the verge of ripping apart from his massive hard on, in her bedroom at this time of night.  He used that knowledge as a weapon, a means of controlling her.  "Shh.  Don't make a sound.  Don't wake your parents.  Who knows what they'll do.  Ground you for life.  We have to be careful." She was clad in a small pink nightie that fell just short of her hips, drooping sexily over half of her ass, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her white panties.  Sam grinned as he picked her up off the bed and swooped her in his arms, his hand reaching behind her long brown locks and pulling her face to his lips, and he slavered his tongue inside hers, snakily intertwining the two tongues.  She pushed him off and quietly muttered, "Please go."
 
"No."  Sam kissed her again, more forcefully, but this time she didn't let his tongue in, she resisted.  Angrily he threw her back down on the bed.  Then he violently pulled her back up again, forcing his lips back onto hers.  He drew back to get his voice.  "Pull it off," tugging at the nightie.
 
"No."
 
"Yes!" he shouted in a whisper, and ripped the soft fabric in two.  Maybe it was the adrenalin giving him extra strength, maybe it was the softness of the nightie, but it came apart like butter, and floated to the floor like a butterfly with its wings clipped.  Stunned by this act of sheer force, she performed as instructed without hesitation when he demanded she remove her bra and panties as well.  With his shorts lying on the floor next to her undergarments, now he was naked as she.  Just as he had done that afternoon, he throbbed inside her, pounding with animal fury, sliding slipperily inside her wetness, but he took care not to scream.  She kept her moans quiet, as well.  Good girl; lots of self-control.  Even as he exploded at his moment of glory, Sam clamped his tongue down.  Spent, he rolled over and fell into a deep, trancelike sleep.
 
She nudged him awake.  "My parents." She was right.  Much as he wanted to snuggle in her arms all night, he knew that he couldn't stay here.  He pulled her warm, smooth body over to his and gave her one last long kiss before slipping into his shorts and crawling out the window. 
 
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It was summer and Sam didn't have to go to school the next day.  That morning, as he lazily rolled out of bed, already his first thoughts of the day fell upon how to sneak back in to the Gushu's house and have an heaping helping of sweety pussy pie.  But as he strode onto the front lawn in his green T-shirt and khaki shorts, he spied from the corner of his eyes the Gushu's station wagon pulling out of the driveway, Mr. Gushu at the wheel taking Elizabeth away from him for the day.  Where are they going?  Damn!  Once you get a little, sex is an addictive thing.  Going without it for one day was going to be rough.  Maybe she'd be back later, at least that night.
 
Sam was about to let himself slip into a blue funk when his memory reached back into the night.  Mrs. Gushu was looking pretty fine.  He'd never had an older woman.  With Mr. Gushu gone, the window of opportunity was wide open.  Sam pulled off his T-shirt to better expose his rippling young teenage boy frame.  He wasn't fat and grey with a pot belly like Mr. Gushu.  She would surely melt in his arms.  He marched himself over to the Gushu house, clad only his shorts.  As he walked, he noticed that his hard-on was pointing straightforward, advertising to all who could see his plain intentions.  Well, that couldn't be helped.  At least it shows I got one and it works.  I betcha old Mr. Gushu can't even get it up half the time.  She's gonna get and get it good and get it hard from a real man.
 
With bated breath he rang the doorbell.  Mrs. Gushu peeked through the keyhole and opened the door.  She had flung her bathrobe over her undergarments.  Sam could spy a glimpse of her white bra underneath, poking out slightly.  He could tell that her body was still nice, even at her age; she probably worked out, kept herself fit and in shape.  Not a perfect body like Elizabeth's, but you could see where the daughter got her good looks.
 
"Hello, Sam.  What do you want?" she asked.
 
Now Sam had to quickly fumble for a believable excuse.  He hadn't thought of a good one beforehand.  "Uh, is Elizabeth here?"
 
"No, she went to town with her father, she won't be back until tonight.  Can I give her a message?" Her eyes were on his face.  Luckily she hadn't cast her gaze downwards yet, or else Sam's hardon would have given all away.  It was pointing straight at her crotch, straining to snap open the shorts.
 
"Oh, that's too bad," Sam replied, his mind burning up thinking of some excuse to insert himself inside.  "Whew, it sure is a hot day, huh?  I'm really thirsty."
 
"Glass of water?" She motioned to him that was okay to come inside.  She strode over to the sink and let the faucet drain into a long glass.  Sam closed the door behind him.  As she turned around to hand Sam the glass, for the first time her eyes soaked in a glance of Sam's entire body and she gasped.  Startled as she noticed Sam's enormous bulge poking out at her, like a crooked finger beckoning her to impale herself upon it, and Sam's maliciously lustful smirk as he rolled his eyes up and down her body, his fingers nervously twitching in excitement as he prepared those fingers to reach for the sash and pull that bathrobe off.
 
"I think you better go."
 
Sam just shook his head no.  She set the glass down.  Sam silently advanced towards her.  "Go!" she shouted, but Sam kept advancing, and within seconds his fingers had indeed grasped at the sash and in one movement the bathrobe fell to the kitchen floor.  Mmm, nice.  Her thighs were chunkier and more aged than Elizabeth's lithe teenage legs, and her breasts were a bit bigger and saggier.  She had the beginnings of a paunch, but overall her body was fine for a woman her age.  Not sleek but not fat, either.....womanly, curvy.  Sam could sink into those warm, soft breasts.
 
"I'm going to call the police," she calmly stated.  Sam threw his arms around her, pulled her in, and thrust his lips upon hers.  She struggled wildly, thrashing her arms and legs about, and in one concentrated push, Sam fell back, almost falling to the floor but gaining his balance in time.  She bolted.  Sam followed.  She got to her bedroom and was an instant away from locking the door when Sam slammed into it and forced the door open, knocking her down to the floor in the process.  Fire raged in Sam's brain, heart, dick.  He pulled her savagely and threw her body onto the bed.  She shrank back, pulling her body backwards as Sam crouched like a panther, involuntarily growling in lust.
 
The telephone was next to the bed.  She reached for it, her trembling fingers dialling for 911.  "No!" Sam yelled, seizing the phone from her hands and tossing it, smashing it against the wall.  She shreik-gasped at this sudden act of violence.  Sam lept on to the bed, seizing her long locks of hair, and pulled her body up to him again, brutally kissing her.  Once again, she fiercely shoved Sam off, raining blows against his back and chest with her curled fists.  Sam slapped her, hard.  Then he grabbed one of her fists and ground at her wrists with such strength as if he were trying to crush it to powder.  He hit her again, several times.  It was self-defense.  She had been the first to hit him, with her fists. 
 
"Stop!" she screamed.
 
"You want more?" Sam held his fist over her, coiled and ready to strike if need be.
 
"No.  Please.  I'll do anything.  Just please don't hit me again," she sobbed.  Sam nodded in assent.  He let his lips fall down upon hers and while she didn't kiss him back, she didn't struggle agains him this time either.  He reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  Her breasts came tumbling down in their bounteous glory.  "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, mmmm," Sam gasped in amazement as he showered kisses upon her bosom, stroking his tongue over her succulent nipples.  All the while she kept sobbing, "No, no, no, no, no," and as Sam's lips hit her breasts her "No" was noticably louder with a trembling shudder, "No-ho-ho."
 
And now for the prize.  Sam twirled his fingers and snapped open the panties, and without further preamble, slipped himself inside.  "Aah!  Uh!" she cried, as Sam studiously began pumping.  With each furious pounding between her thighs, a moist tear slipped from her eyes.  Blow after blow Sam rained down upon her, humping like a blue back whale, until with one final undulation the seed slipped out and Sam moaned, "AaayaaahaaYESSSS!"
 
He fell down upon her but did not get off.  He continued to stroke her body, slapping his hands against her legs and finely curved ass, smooching her belly and licking at her tits.  He rolled over and clasped her body tight to his.  In her mind, she thought, well at least it's finally over.
 
Wrong.  "We have all day," Sam muttered as he fondled the locks of her hair, then pressed his lips against her ear, nibbling like a rabbit.  "That was fun.  Just wait, I'll be ready to go again soon.....We can just lie in here in this bed, making love all over again, and again, and again!  Oh man!  Just all day, just you and me together, aww how sweet!" Sam purred in glee.
 
She shriveled back in horror.  She did not want this man's dick inside her again.  But she couldn't stop him.  He would beat her.  What was she going to do?!  She had to think of some way, somehow, to get away.  She forced herself to smile, and for the first time kissed Sam back.  "Oh yes, I can't wait for round two," she lied.  "Sam, let me up.  I need to go to the toilet."
 
"Awight." Sam rolled over and closed his eyes.
 
Call the police, call the police.....No.  I have a better idea, she thought.  I'm going to make that bastard eat his balls for breakfast.  She grabbed one of the butcher knives from the kitchen.  I'm going to slice that vile penis right off.  He used that thing as a weapon against me, I'm going to use this weapon to make he never uses it against anyone ever again.  I will cut it off and feed it to the dogs.
 
She stealthily entered the room, hiding the knife behind her back.  Sam's eyes were closed.  All she had to do was make a quick cut.  Her hands were twitching.  "Hey," Sam rolled over.  Her own nervousness made her overly startled and the knife clattered to the floor.  Sam lept up, his mouth gaped open as he spotted the knife.  She stooped down to pick it up.  "No!" Sam shouted and lept upon her, knocking her down.  She fell upon the knife.  They both cried "No!" as the blood trickled out of her body.  It had impaled her somewhere in the belly area. 
 
Whether the wound was fatal or a mere flesh wound, Sam would never know.  His first thoughts were to dial emergency services and get her to the hospital, and he was just about to pick up the phone when he stopped to think.  She would have to explain the accident, how it happened, and Sam go to jail, maybe for the rest of his life.  Even if, like with Elizabeth, he could convince her to keep her mouth shut, she wouldn't be able to keep it shut, she'd have to explain the injury some way.  Goddammit!  It wasn't supposed to turn out this way!  All he wanted was a little bit of fun and this is what happens!  It's so unfair!  Now there were two people crying in the house.
 
I have to get rid of all of this, thought Sam, like it never happened.  It wasn't supposed to have happened and I'm going to make it like it never did happen.  He walked into the kitchen and turned on the stove.  In the garage was gasoline.  He grabbed the bucket and carried it inside.  He said, "I'm sorry," as he poured it over Mrs. Gushu.
 
"What are you doing?!" she moaned.  She was still too injured, too much in shock, to move, so she lay still on the floor, blood trickling out.  The oil stung.
 
"What has to be done," Sam replied, tears in his eyes.  "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.  Why did you have to do it?"  Sam angrily shouted at her.  "Now look what you've made me have to do.  It's not fair!"  Sam walked to the back door, and standing outside, threw a lit match inside.  Within a few minutes, with all the gas in the house turned on, there would be an explosion.  They had one of those old-fashioned gas heaters, one of those gas water boilers to deliver hot water.  As Sam climbed over the fence and snuck back on the way to his house, he prayed that no one had seen him go over to the Gushu's, and that no one would ever connect him with the event.  The fire would probably char her body, certainly enough to burn out the semen he'd left inside of her and thus eliminate any physical evidence connecting him with the crime.  Yeah, probably destroy all those fingerprints he'd left all over house, too.  Maybe they would think it was suicide.  A self-inflicted stab wound, that would make it look like suicide.  She'd burned down the house just to make sure of it...yeah, that's the ticket.