jwham
02-14-2010, 04:36 PM
Memoirs of a Serial Rapist.
Chapter 1.
My name is Jerry, and the following are my stories of the life I have lived as a Serial Rapist.
Looking back I started out innocently enough, leafing through the pages of Playboy Magazine at the beautiful ladies that graced its pages, later I had escalated to prowling around the neighborhood after dark peeping in the windows of my neighbor’s.
My favorite neighbor to watch was Mrs. Janet Reed, whose backyard bordered my family’s backyard. With a pair of binoculars from my bedroom window I would watch the 25-year-old Housewife mowing the lawn and doing the yard work wearing her jean cutoffs and a bikini top, while her Husband Jack was at work. In the evenings after the sun went down I would put on a black pair of sweat pants and a matching sweatshirt and hide in the tall cedar bushes outside of their living room window, and it was during these evenings of spying on the couple that I learned Jack Reed was a jealous man, not that Janet ever gave him a reason to be, but Janet was a real looker, with light brown, chin length hair that framed her diamond shaped face, and judging by the way her tits looked in the bikini top she wore while doing yard work I’d have to say that sweet little dish was sporting a large C or a small D-cup, and Janet definitely had the sexiest legs in the neighborhood.
After watching the couple through their living room window, and over hearing many of their arguments I learned that the thing that set Jack Reed off the most was if his wife was not home when he got home from work, and Janet’s pastime of selling and delivering Avon often caused her not to be home when Jack arrived home after work. One night I was spying through the Reed’s window, and like Jack I was waiting on Janet to get back home from delivering her Avon, and I watched Jack pacing the floor, fueling his jealous insecurities with alcohol, getting angrier and angrier, and when Janet returned I could see Jack pointing and shaking his finger accusingly at his wife, and hear him yelling at her, “Do you know how long I have been waiting on you! Just where in the Hell have you been?”
“Just calm down Jack, I was just out delivering my Avon” Janet replied, and I saw Jack strike Janet across the face with the back of his hand, knocking her to the living room floor, and he stood over his pretty little wife shaking in anger, his fist clinched, yelling, “Don’t lie to me Bitch!”
I was surprised at how aroused I was at seeing Mrs. Reed on the floor looking fearfully up at her Husband with tears streaming down the cheeks of her pretty face, listing to her begging Jack to believe her and pleading with him not to hit her again, I was so aroused by seeing Janet like that, that I was saying to myself, “Hit her again Jack, hit the Bitch again” but to my disappointment Jack backed off of Janet, but warned her, “I better never find out that your out sleeping around on me Janet! You hear me?” I remember laying in my bed that night jerking off to the image in my mind of that pretty little Housewife down in the floor crying and begging her Husband not to hurt her, and I vowed to myself that I would see Jack hurt Janet again.
It was a couple weeks after that night that Jack had hit Janet, I was keeping an eye on the Reed household, Janet had left a couple hours earlier in the day with some Avon packages and had still not returned home yet, and I knew her Husband was due home from work in about ten minutes, so I picked up the phone and dialed the number to the Reed’s home and waited for the answering machine to receive my call, I put a rag over the mouth piece of my phone and talking in a deep voice left a message for Jack to hear when he got home, “Hey sweet thing, I thought you’d be home by now, hope you don’t have any other special deliveries on that Avon route like ours, just joking baby, give me a call when you get the chance, hugs and kisses to you baby” and I hung up the phone smiling and thinking to myself, “That ort to earn that pretty little Cunt more than just a back hand, Jack ole buddy” and I put on my black sweats and headed for the bushes by their living room window.
Jack got home right on time, and Janet was still not home, the first thing Jack did after grabbing a beer from the frig was check the phone messages, well after seeing Jack smash his beer against the living room wall I knew I had him highly pissed off at his pretty little wife, and just about that time Janet returned home from her Avon deliveries. I seen Janet enter the living room saying to her Husband, “Hello honey, how was your day?” and without warning Jack hauls off and sucker punches Janet in the stomach, and I seen her mouth gasps open as the breath was knocked out of her, and she doubled over falling to her knees in the floor at Jack’s feet, I was very excited, my setup was working and I mumbled to myself saying “Get her Jack get her” and Jack reached down and grabbed Janet by her hair and drug her over to the end table that the phone was setting on and push the play messages button, playing the message I had left on their answering machine for Janet to hear.
“Fucking little whore! I knew you were stepping out on me” Jack yelled at Janet, and than Jack still clutching Janet’s hair, banged her forehead against the top of the end table, nearly knocking her out. What Jack did next totally caught me of guard, he yanked Janet’s jeans and panties off of her as he angrily yelled, “You want to act like a Whore! I’ll fuck you like a Whore!” and her sneakers and socks came off next, before he picked the dazed, breathless Bitch up off of the floor and threw her on the sectional sofa. I was thrilled, my plan was working out better than I ever imagined it would, not only was I getting to see little Janet hurt by her Husband, he was going to rape his wife right there before my very eyes.
Jack stripped off his own clothes as Janet lay on the sofa regaining her breath and her senses and she tried fighting Jack off of her, sobbing to her Husband that the phone message had to be an evil prank, but Jack wasn’t believing a word she said as her ripped her shirt to shreds and ripped off her bra, by this time I had my sweat pants down past my hips stroking my 8 inch cock as I peeked through their living room window, and just when I though things couldn’t get any better Jack flipped Janet over on the sofa, twisting her arms up behind her back, yelling at her to get her ass up in the air, and fearing her enraged jealous Husband was going to break her arms Janet got up on her knees, but when Janet felt her Husband press the head of his cock up to her butt hole I heard Janet loudly crying out in protest, “Not there! Dear Gawd not there Jack please!” but Jack started ramming his cock up his wife’s asshole, and judging by the way she was screaming and begging her Husband to stop Janet was probably getting it in the ass for the very first time, but Jack showed his screaming wife no mercy as he rammed his cock in and out of Janet’s butt hole yelling “I’ll give you a special delivery you whore!” and he began shooting his load up his wife’s asshole and I was outside shooting my wad in the cedar bushes.
Jack Reed got up off of his traumatized wife and pulled his belt from his pants that were on the floor and he began whipping little Janet like she was an old dirty dog, cussing her and calling her a dirty Whore, and I could hear the slapping sounds of Jack’s belt as it impacted Janet’s soft bare skin, and he beat that sexy little Cunt until his arm grew tied and just walked out of the room leaving Janet laying there curled up in the fetal position, quivering and shaking in shock and bawling like a baby on her living room floor.
I have to admit I was feeling pretty powerful looking through that window at that devastated little neighbor woman of mine laying there naked on her living room floor covered with welts, shaking like a leaf and sniveling like a whipped puppy dog, knowing it was because of my actions that her Husband had done this to her, it was like Jack Reed was my puppet and I pulled all the right strings to get him to rape his faithful little wife in the ass, and beat her without mercy, yep you can bet your ass I was feeling pretty smug for a teenage boy and pretty proud of myself, after that night I was hooked and I knew Janet Reed would not be my last victim.
Chapter 1.
My name is Jerry, and the following are my stories of the life I have lived as a Serial Rapist.
Looking back I started out innocently enough, leafing through the pages of Playboy Magazine at the beautiful ladies that graced its pages, later I had escalated to prowling around the neighborhood after dark peeping in the windows of my neighbor’s.
My favorite neighbor to watch was Mrs. Janet Reed, whose backyard bordered my family’s backyard. With a pair of binoculars from my bedroom window I would watch the 25-year-old Housewife mowing the lawn and doing the yard work wearing her jean cutoffs and a bikini top, while her Husband Jack was at work. In the evenings after the sun went down I would put on a black pair of sweat pants and a matching sweatshirt and hide in the tall cedar bushes outside of their living room window, and it was during these evenings of spying on the couple that I learned Jack Reed was a jealous man, not that Janet ever gave him a reason to be, but Janet was a real looker, with light brown, chin length hair that framed her diamond shaped face, and judging by the way her tits looked in the bikini top she wore while doing yard work I’d have to say that sweet little dish was sporting a large C or a small D-cup, and Janet definitely had the sexiest legs in the neighborhood.
After watching the couple through their living room window, and over hearing many of their arguments I learned that the thing that set Jack Reed off the most was if his wife was not home when he got home from work, and Janet’s pastime of selling and delivering Avon often caused her not to be home when Jack arrived home after work. One night I was spying through the Reed’s window, and like Jack I was waiting on Janet to get back home from delivering her Avon, and I watched Jack pacing the floor, fueling his jealous insecurities with alcohol, getting angrier and angrier, and when Janet returned I could see Jack pointing and shaking his finger accusingly at his wife, and hear him yelling at her, “Do you know how long I have been waiting on you! Just where in the Hell have you been?”
“Just calm down Jack, I was just out delivering my Avon” Janet replied, and I saw Jack strike Janet across the face with the back of his hand, knocking her to the living room floor, and he stood over his pretty little wife shaking in anger, his fist clinched, yelling, “Don’t lie to me Bitch!”
I was surprised at how aroused I was at seeing Mrs. Reed on the floor looking fearfully up at her Husband with tears streaming down the cheeks of her pretty face, listing to her begging Jack to believe her and pleading with him not to hit her again, I was so aroused by seeing Janet like that, that I was saying to myself, “Hit her again Jack, hit the Bitch again” but to my disappointment Jack backed off of Janet, but warned her, “I better never find out that your out sleeping around on me Janet! You hear me?” I remember laying in my bed that night jerking off to the image in my mind of that pretty little Housewife down in the floor crying and begging her Husband not to hurt her, and I vowed to myself that I would see Jack hurt Janet again.
It was a couple weeks after that night that Jack had hit Janet, I was keeping an eye on the Reed household, Janet had left a couple hours earlier in the day with some Avon packages and had still not returned home yet, and I knew her Husband was due home from work in about ten minutes, so I picked up the phone and dialed the number to the Reed’s home and waited for the answering machine to receive my call, I put a rag over the mouth piece of my phone and talking in a deep voice left a message for Jack to hear when he got home, “Hey sweet thing, I thought you’d be home by now, hope you don’t have any other special deliveries on that Avon route like ours, just joking baby, give me a call when you get the chance, hugs and kisses to you baby” and I hung up the phone smiling and thinking to myself, “That ort to earn that pretty little Cunt more than just a back hand, Jack ole buddy” and I put on my black sweats and headed for the bushes by their living room window.
Jack got home right on time, and Janet was still not home, the first thing Jack did after grabbing a beer from the frig was check the phone messages, well after seeing Jack smash his beer against the living room wall I knew I had him highly pissed off at his pretty little wife, and just about that time Janet returned home from her Avon deliveries. I seen Janet enter the living room saying to her Husband, “Hello honey, how was your day?” and without warning Jack hauls off and sucker punches Janet in the stomach, and I seen her mouth gasps open as the breath was knocked out of her, and she doubled over falling to her knees in the floor at Jack’s feet, I was very excited, my setup was working and I mumbled to myself saying “Get her Jack get her” and Jack reached down and grabbed Janet by her hair and drug her over to the end table that the phone was setting on and push the play messages button, playing the message I had left on their answering machine for Janet to hear.
“Fucking little whore! I knew you were stepping out on me” Jack yelled at Janet, and than Jack still clutching Janet’s hair, banged her forehead against the top of the end table, nearly knocking her out. What Jack did next totally caught me of guard, he yanked Janet’s jeans and panties off of her as he angrily yelled, “You want to act like a Whore! I’ll fuck you like a Whore!” and her sneakers and socks came off next, before he picked the dazed, breathless Bitch up off of the floor and threw her on the sectional sofa. I was thrilled, my plan was working out better than I ever imagined it would, not only was I getting to see little Janet hurt by her Husband, he was going to rape his wife right there before my very eyes.
Jack stripped off his own clothes as Janet lay on the sofa regaining her breath and her senses and she tried fighting Jack off of her, sobbing to her Husband that the phone message had to be an evil prank, but Jack wasn’t believing a word she said as her ripped her shirt to shreds and ripped off her bra, by this time I had my sweat pants down past my hips stroking my 8 inch cock as I peeked through their living room window, and just when I though things couldn’t get any better Jack flipped Janet over on the sofa, twisting her arms up behind her back, yelling at her to get her ass up in the air, and fearing her enraged jealous Husband was going to break her arms Janet got up on her knees, but when Janet felt her Husband press the head of his cock up to her butt hole I heard Janet loudly crying out in protest, “Not there! Dear Gawd not there Jack please!” but Jack started ramming his cock up his wife’s asshole, and judging by the way she was screaming and begging her Husband to stop Janet was probably getting it in the ass for the very first time, but Jack showed his screaming wife no mercy as he rammed his cock in and out of Janet’s butt hole yelling “I’ll give you a special delivery you whore!” and he began shooting his load up his wife’s asshole and I was outside shooting my wad in the cedar bushes.
Jack Reed got up off of his traumatized wife and pulled his belt from his pants that were on the floor and he began whipping little Janet like she was an old dirty dog, cussing her and calling her a dirty Whore, and I could hear the slapping sounds of Jack’s belt as it impacted Janet’s soft bare skin, and he beat that sexy little Cunt until his arm grew tied and just walked out of the room leaving Janet laying there curled up in the fetal position, quivering and shaking in shock and bawling like a baby on her living room floor.
I have to admit I was feeling pretty powerful looking through that window at that devastated little neighbor woman of mine laying there naked on her living room floor covered with welts, shaking like a leaf and sniveling like a whipped puppy dog, knowing it was because of my actions that her Husband had done this to her, it was like Jack Reed was my puppet and I pulled all the right strings to get him to rape his faithful little wife in the ass, and beat her without mercy, yep you can bet your ass I was feeling pretty smug for a teenage boy and pretty proud of myself, after that night I was hooked and I knew Janet Reed would not be my last victim.