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.