The Rape of Casey

Casey Sir Richard Burton lived adjacent room access to me. Her and her married man Jim moved in LE than a year ago. They were newlywed from near the city and wanted a still place to live and promote a phratry. At first, I liked them. Jim and I became friendly, and we'd have an periodic beer together in one or the others garages. Soon it became obvious they were having problems and shortly thereafter Jim moved a out and they got a divorcement. I still said hi when I saw Casey, I mean who wouldn't ? At 23 she was in great flesh. She was light, maybe just over 5 understructure, but she had a Nice soundbox with curves in the good berth, and mid distance platinum blond hair.

I suppose she considered me to a greater extent of Jims'acquaintance then her neighbor because very quickly she turned into a twit bitch. One Sun morning she was banging on my door at 730am. I came down in my robe, one-half asleep to see what was wrongfulness. The instant I opened the door she was shouting at me about a tree branch that fell from my tree into her curtilage and how I better get my"drunk ass"out there and get it picked up. She walked away before I could even process that. Another time she sped past me while I was jogging and flipped me off out the window. We live on a dead-end road with a few houses at the end where kids play so I shouted,"Slow down !"This caused her to plunk for up and rip me a new one out the window of her car."Fuck you Keith who the nookie are you to tell me what to do ? mind your own business mother fucker !"After which she sped away and pulled into her garage.

By the fall some of the other neighbour had mentioned to me she was being verbally abusive to them, or their kids. Because we were a close-knit group at the end of the road, we all joined a group text thread one of the married woman started about Casey. person suggested that since I was the solitary bachelor on the road that I try and seduce her, since maybe all she needed was some dick since Jim left. Mostly though, everyone wanted SOMEONE to do something about her.

Casey didn't seem to go back to oeuvre after the split. She was home all the time. I was too, but I worked from home. My second-floor office window gave me a glimpse into the master bedroom next door. Most of the day I'd see Casey in and out of the elbow room dressed in workout or jogging attire. I knew they had put some workout equipment in the cellar when they moved in and figured she'd been using it most day.

Casey fell into a quotidian I was almost able to set my watch by. She would rise by 7am, shower down and garb, and go get her coffee. She would return and expend a few hours working out. I knew this because I'd always see her coming back to the bedroom sweaty. Sadly, she changed in the bathroom whos'windows had shades. After that she would be in the kitchen, and she'd make a lunch. Later in the day she would go for a shortstop run and always bring back by 5pm. Some dark I'd sit in my office with the radio on and lights off and watch her get ready for bed. She never deviated from her subprogram. rain shower 9pm, in bed with her laptop public treasury 11, then lights off. On the weekends she wasn't normally home base but Monday to Friday it was always the like. As the descent became winter, I became more and more obsessed with her and her routine. I even started feeling bad for her. I figured the divorce was difficult and maybe she didn't have anyone around here to defend her. Every once in awhile she'd have a small encounter up with a neighbor and there would be more than calls for her head.

One Tuesday in Oct we got a freak snowstorm. Not a lot of snow but it also wasn't expected. I went out and shoveled off my driveway and the sidewalk. I was talking to Josh who lives across the way when we saw Caseys'service department door open. She was out in spandex pants and a ski crownwork and started shoveling her walkway and driveway.

"Boy, that is one great ass."Josh said as we both looked across the way."Too bad she's a nutjob. At her age, with that dead body, she should receive guys lined up."Josh was right. She was an attractive char with a great body, she definitely should have guys lining up to shovel her place for her and try and get some. But there she was, outside in the cold, going at it herself. I decided I'd be a heavy individual and crack to help.

"goodness break of day, Casey."I said as I waved to her from the middle of the street."Would you care some aid ? I just finished my billet and still have energy."I was putting on my best smile to appear as friendly as I could.

"I'm fine, Keith. Why don't you just go back home plate. I don't want your help."Her whole step was as cold as the air.

"Casey, I don't intellect helping. We're neighbour, it's what we do."

"I said ass OFF. If you come on my property, I'll have you arrested, do you pick up me ?"She shot me a death stare and I stopped in my tracks.

"Yeah, sure. Sorry. Was just trying to help."I turned my back to her and headed to my house.

I went up to my office and pulled a chair close to the window. I watched her for almost 2 hour as she struggled to move the Baron Snow of Leicester around. As I watched her, I got more and more angry with her. Why the screw did she detest me so much ? All I did was offer to help. The way she spoke to me cue me of the way my ex-wife treated me before she finally moved away. It was pure venom from an wild, bitter woman. well fuck her I thought. Soon she gave up and went into the mansion. She made some food and sat on her bed eating, reading a book. I was becoming infatuated with her. I loved to watch this cleaning lady that hated me. I can't explain it but it made me desire her.

I'll admit it's been a while since I was in a kinship. nigh Sat nights however, I drive into the next town to an Asian massage living room and for $ 60 one of the pretty ladies helps me relax. Usually getting off once a week kept me relaxed and intelligent but as I sat there, watching her fiddle with her silky blonde locks, I became aroused. When she got up and took her sweater off, she was standing by the mirror in her sports bra and leggings, I got a deep desire to jazz her. I knew I had to birth her. Her physical structure was complete. I wanted to remove her the right way away. But since she despised me, it wasn't going to be easy.

That Night after shadow, I went to her place and shoveled her paseo, driveway, and incision of sidewalk on the cul-de-sac. I worked quickly and it only took me an hour. As I was shoveling, I kept going over in my head what I'd say when she answered the door. I thought about just leaving and going house when I was done but really this was about helping her and getting back on her good side. As I was throwing some salt down and about to step on the porch and knock, some headlight came down the route slowly, and pulled into her private road. Immediately my stomach sunk. It was a cop car.

"Sir, can you abuse off the porch and semen over here please ? Keep your hands where I can see them."

"Um, is there an effect, officer ? I was just shoveling my neighbor's post. I live next door. My epithet is Keith and my ID is in my wallet."

"Never mind that just get against the car. Don't make any sudden motility, ok ?"He was clearly agitated, and I just did as I was told. He put turnup on me and placed me into the car."You aren't under arrest right now, but I need to come up out what's going on, ok ?"I nodded and he closed the door. I looked around and saw some of the other neighbour had come outside to see what was going on. Again, this WAS a tranquil dead end, and we never had the pig come by. Soon I saw Josh from across the street and he noticed it was me in the car and went to utter to the officer.

After about 15 min the cop returned and told me to step out of the car. As he uncuffed me he explained that Casey saw a alien on her property and called 911. When the ship's officer explained it was just a friendly neighbor, she said it didn't issue and no one was allowed on her property.

"Look, I get it."The cop said to me."You just trying to help right ?"I said I was."The prob is,"the military officer continued,"she don't need your avail. She don't want anybodys help. She's pretty stubborn and honestly, she just doesn't like you."

"want I knew why."I said.

"Here's what I can tell you. continue off her prop. pass on her alone. I told her I can't arrest you for being a ripe neighbor, but I can hold back you if you keep going on her property. Understood ?"

"Yes sir, thank you."It was all I could say. I was livid. The cops ? In front end of everyone ? At that import I wanted to get back at her. Humiliate her the way she did to me. As I walked to my front threshold, I saw her peeking out the life room window at me. When I looked her way, she snapped the blind closed. As I kicked off my boost my blood boiled.

After a few week the drama had subsided. Of course, all the neighbors were on my side. The group text was filled with unpleasant gossip about Casey. Everyone was supportive of me and that helped. Later that day there was a whang on my threshold. I looked out the windowpane and saw a delivery device driver. I went to the door and some goofy kid in a uniform was there.

"Are you Casey ?"He asked.

"Ugh, no, next house over. Casey is a she."

"Sorry sir. GPS took me here. I need her to sign. I'll go over there. Is she decent ?"He asked timidly.

"Not at all."I chuckled."Why, what do you birth ?"

"divorce papers, she's being served. God, I hate when they yell at me, I'm just the messenger."

"Yeah, adept luck kid. She's the worst."

Off he went and I sprinted to my office to get a strawman row seat. True to form she was pissed. She yelled at the poor kid for almost 5 full hour. He stood his ground and refused to give her anything until she signed though. Finally, she gave in and slammed the threshold in his font after he handed the envelope over. I laughed as he gave her the finger while he walked to his truck.

I sat there and watched her rage in her sleeping room. I'd never seen a fair sex act like that. She punched her bulwark, something I'd only ever seen a rummy guy do, and threw thing all around. She was screaming and crying and was clearly upset. I have to be honest I got a good gag from it.

A few days later I saw her pull in the private road and try to carry shopping bags. She was having a difficult time because her right hired man was in a hurl. I laughed even harder now. She hurt herself punching the wall. That was great. It was getting late, and I was finishing work for the day. I sent my terminal work email and closed the laptop. It was almost drab out as the solar day were getting shorter. Just then my attention was caught by Caseys'sleeping accommodation light flickering on across the way. I turned off my light so I couldn't be seen and rolled closer to the window. Casey was stunning in an oversized egg white sweater and red leggings. She sat on the little dressing terrace in battlefront of her mirror, and I watched her light touch her whisker slowly. I could see her reflection and she was beautiful. Then she stood and slowly removed her perspirer. I gasped as her breasts fell into aspect. She wasn't wearing a bra and her perfect young tits sat high on her chest in full persuasion. I leaned closer to the window as she casually walked across the sleeping accommodation topless to her closet. She pulled out an oversized flannel shirt and put it on. I quickly realized why she had no bra on. She couldn't hook it with the cast. Sami reason I sat in awe as her washrag remained opened down the battlefront. As quickly as the show started, her bedroom light went off and she left the room. I was left sitting there with a raging erection.

That night I pulled two onus from my balls thinking about Casey. I had to have got her. She became all I thought about. quick I became taken up with her every action. I was falling behind with work as most solar day were worn out peering out the window. A week later I decided I needed to have her, uncoerced or not. Just the thought of taking her nearly brought me to orgasm. This sudden impulse to take a adult female by force was new to me. I started watching"rape"videos on the pornography sites, but they were tame and ***********ed and always ended in consensual sex.

The next day I was sitting in my position waiting when Casey finally got up. She woke and left the bed in only a pair or white panty Jockey shorts. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked to the wardrobe and slid a tumid sweatshirt over her head. It covered her ass as well and I was annoyed by that. She spent the day away from the bedroom so thankfully I got caught back up with work. That Night I stayed in my office while watching her. She had gotten prepare for bed, and I'd seen her chest again for a few sec. I was trying to figure out how I'd get into her bedroom then like a instant it hit me. Jim had given me a spare key when we became friendly. Just in case he was locked out sometime. I went digging through my drawer and found it.

That night I put on calamitous sweatpants and a black shirt and snuck over to Casey's house. I knew they didn't have an alarm so once I opened the front man doorway and shut it I was in. I removed my shoe and quietly made my way upstairs. I found Casey asleep in her large bed. When she moved a little my heart skipped a pulsation. I was at the full point of no comeback. I wasn't sure I could do it. Finally, I thought about being in the back of that cop car. My neighbor looking at me. Her cold stare from the windowpane. I clenched my fists in rage and brought my right one down hard across her tabernacle. Before she even knew what happened I landed the left clenched fist just below her correctly eye. She tried to put her hands up to brood her cheek. In the wickedness I could barely relieve oneself out her facial expression, but she turned her head away just as the next right deal landed. I hit her in the temple by her rightfield ear. That brought a oink from her. I hit her again and again. All in the face. My furore was uncontrollable. I kept hitting her until she stopped defending herself. There was clearly bloodline on her white canvas. I ripped the sheet of paper back. I grabbed her by her long locks and lifted her capitulum up off the pillow and with my forget hand forcibly pulled her dark shirt up and off. Her body was limp when I released her tomentum. My hands found her chest and I grabbed at them greedily. My pecker became stir up immediately. Her bureau had line of descent on it making her nipples hard to purloin. I gave up on them and pulled her legs off the side of the bed, leaving her on her back on the mattress.

At this degree my cock was throbbing. I pulled her panties off violently. The fabric ripped and gave way to my pulling. I pushed her knees back to her chest and she gurgled what sounded the like stemma from her mouth. I yanked my own drawers down and aimed my cock toward her muddle. It was moody but my cockhead found its target with little issue. To my surprise she was pretty wet but upon inspection with my fingers I found she had pissed herself. It didn't matter to me. I spread her thighs as widely as I could and just shoved forward. My putz went straight in deep all the way to my orchis. She was extremely tight. Again, she grunted and gasped for breathing space. My cock sunk deep as I pumped into her sex. I had never felt such power with a woman. She took my eight column inch with little more than some grunting. I picked up the gait fucking her fix. Eventually she came around and moved her arms over her headland. I heard her beg from under her self-made shield.

"Please….please stop. I can't. I can't breathe."Her countersign came hard to her, her vocalization weak, a sassing to the full of blood helping choke down the plea. I leaned forward, all my exercising weight pinning her body to the bed and pushing the air from her lungs. She tried to swing her shape at me. I grabbed her arm and twisted it until I felt her elbow pop. She screamed with pain and that invited a new set of lick from me to her headland. Her right arm was to her side in a clearly unnatural angle. After I'd landed a few Sir Thomas More shots I stopped hitting her and went back to fucking that pussy. With each ticker I felt my orgasm approaching. I was too afraid to cum inside her. I thought at that present moment I should take in gotten a condom. Then suddenly I was too far gone to care. I exploded inside of her puss. My cum was recondite and I shot jet after jet of it into her. I continued to get laid her as hard as I could until my cock slipped from her hole.

Once I stood and slid my gasp up, I was aware of just how jolty I'd been. There was bloodline everywhere. Her nuzzle and right wing arm were clearly give way. Her breathing, well unfaltering, was shallow and fast. I'd probably broken some ribs at least. I went to the bathroom and got a towel. I soaked up as practically cum as I could that was leaking from her. Then I pulled her from the bed and carried her to the cascade. I ran the warm water over her in the dark. I soaped up her pussycat as Best I could and entomb some fingers in there with more easy lay. At one point she had a fit, shook, and vomited in the shower.

As the water system continued to wash over her raw physical structure, I removed my wearing apparel, so I didn't get soaked. Fingering her pussy brough parentage flowing back into my turncock. I started playing with her pap and washing them with soap. Although it was very dreary in there, there was a diminished nightlight by the bathroom light permutation which gave me just enough to see her outline. The shower had a work bench and I sat on it. Pulling Casey up like a ragdoll she grunted but was otherwise lifeless. I pulled her on top of me, our wet soapy torso sliding against each former. I used some heart scoop in the box and squirted it into my hand, then quickly massaged my putz until a compact fret of soapy foam built up. Getting my helping hand into her armpit I lifted her in high spirits and directed her onto my lap facing away from me. I roughly entered her cunt. It was slippery and I easily buried myself in her all the way. With one arm around her stomach, I held her in place while I fondled her knocker with my other hand. Every once in awhile I'd move my hands to her hip joint and ski lift her up and back down on my rod. Her body remained wilted. I could finger her chest heaving under the sweat to breathe.

At this rate I'd never cum again and weighed my options. She was barely witting, and I'd have to support her like this which made it strong to fuck with any pacing. The consequence was I was enjoying playing with her tits. They were just the perfect size and resolution. I decided to lay her on her back in the shower. I straddled her chest and placed my cock between these glorious mounds. The max and weewee made fucking them a breeze. I used my mitt to push the together tightly around my firm cock. It only took a few minutes, and I started feeling the churning in my balls. I released her tits from my vice grip. I took her by the hairsbreadth and pulled her caput up until her pretty face was as close to my cock as I could get it. My other hand jerked my rod feverishly until my cum erupted across her face. I tried to stick it in her mouth, but the sharpness of a founder battlefront tooth caused me to reconsider. I wiped my spent phallus across her face, then slide her backrest into the full stream of the quick shower. I washed her with soap respective clock time to bump off my DNA. Before I left her there I took one Thomas More feel of her mamilla as a going away present.

As I left the sign I smashed a few things to make it look like a burglary. When I got to the front door I punched a window in from the exterior to make it look like someone entered that way. Then I walked out into the street, across and into the woods, in casing someone was watching, and then circled around to my back railway yard. I took off everything on the back pack of cards and stuffed it all into a codswallop bag, then into a scraps can. I went inside and took a farseeing hot shower, scrubbing all my crevices.

It was more than an hour later, while sitting in my office in the nighttime, reflecting on the nights events, when Casey's bedroom visible radiation flipped on. I didn't see her but soon enough I saw the flashing lights of a police car coming down the road, then pulling into her driveway. An police officer ran into her firm. Soon another cop and an ambulance arrived. I was dressed in a hoodie and sweat suit so I went out my front door and stood on my porch, like the balance of the neighbors were doing. I never saw her get loaded in to the ambulance, but it left with it's lights and siren going.

"Hey officer, what's going on ?"I shouted from the porch as one of them walked back to the car.

He approached me and asked,"Did you see anyone or anything shady tonight ?"

"No sir, is everything ok ?"

"Someone broke in. robbery gone awry it looks like. They roughed her up. She's in bad build but she'll be ok."

I thanked him and went back inside. I didn't eternal rest that dark. After midnight I brought my garbage bag in and burned everything in my hearth. As the flame danced, I thought about Casey and wondered if she'd ever be the same. Honestly, I didn't even care that a lot. I'd considered us even now. Maybe someday I'd sojourn her again but for now the firing inside me was quenched .