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.