Casper, the Friendly Neighbourhood Rapist.
Hi everybody. My name is Casper Ware. If I may, I have a tale I'd like to share with you. Over the last year, I've become the rapist of five and the lover of eight women living in my neighbourhood. All are stay-at-home mums with asshole husbands. Well, all, except for the first one I took as my lover.
Her, as you will see, I didn't really rape. But the sex was pretty damned wild!
It all started with Peg Bundy. Peg is just so gorgeous. She's tall and thin, with huge tits and incredibly long legs. Peg typically wears either clinging trousers that show off her shapely ass or midi-skirts that cling to her and display her long-toned legs deliciously.
Under these items, Peg always wears 7-inch stiletto heels. Her heels make her gorgeous butt and calves pop like corn in a microwave oven.
Her tops always show plenty of Peg's generous cleavage and mould to her shapely shoulders and flat stomach.
Her husband, Al, is a pig, you know? This asshole is always down the pub drinking beer with his mates or bowling with his league team. In conversation, all Al ever does is put her down. He insults her 'fat' ass when it's gorgeously round or disparages how big her tits are, calling them udders. If he's not doing that, he's insulting her intelligence or complaining about her attitude. Why Peg stays with him is beyond me.
I've met Peg socially a few times, and I think she's the hottest mother in the suburb. Her daughter, Kelly, is beautiful, too. But even though Kelly has turned eighteen, she's too young for my tastes.
During the Bundy's last Christmas party, I flirted with Peg. I figured she wasn't getting any at home, so she might like a bit of stray on the side. But she turned me down, flat. Don't get me wrong; she was polite. But she told me in no uncertain terms that she loved her asshole of a husband and wouldn't be fooling around on him.
Peg and Al were married straight out of high school because Peg was pregnant with Kelly. So I'm guessing Al and Peg were each other's first and, probably, only lover.
My dick throbbing with unrequited lust, I smiled and accepted her refusal, even though it burnt. However, I knew if I could get Peg in the sack, I could show her a level of sexual bliss she'd never before experienced. Then, we could treat her ass of a husband how he deserved by fucking behind his back.
Going home, I fantasised about how to lure Peg into the sack. Many plans were considered and rejected over the next few weeks before I realised that there was only one way. I'd have to take her by force and then make sure she enjoyed it so much that she would want me to do it again.
There would be plenty of opportunities because Al left for his sales job early in the morning, and her kids were off to school from around 8.00 am. Therefore, Peg would be alone in the house until the kids returned after 3.30 pm.
I began casing the Bundy's home. Every morning, at about the time her kids headed for school, I'd take my morning walk past their home. I wanted to ensure that Peg and all her neighbours were accustomed to seeing me in the area. To aid this sham, I greeted every other walker or jogger politely and courteously and said hi, or good morning to any resident I saw outside on my walk.
All of the curtains at the Bundy house were open whenever I walked by, so I could see a little bit of what was happening inside. As I walked past on the outward part of my walk, Peg often sat at the kitchen table in what appeared to be a short diaphanous robe and not much else. But, some twenty minutes later, as I made the return journey, Peg was usually not to be seen.
The door to her bedroom's en suite was often closed. I figured Peg was most likely showering; therefore, it would be easy to slip inside the house and take her.
Four weeks drifted into five and then six, and I was still too scared to follow through on my plan to take Peg forcibly and make her enjoy it. I was afraid that Al was right and that Peg was a cold fish who didn't enjoy sex. If that were the case, then I was a rapist and would be in jail.
But if, as I suspected or perhaps yearned, Peg had suppressed her libido so as not to irritate her jackass of a husband, then making love to her as I stimulated her erogenous zones would release her inner desires, and she would enjoy me fucking her. Maybe then, we could become illicit lovers.
Making my daily walks around the Bundy neighbourhood, I began familiarising myself with the people living there. Especially the stay-at-home mums. The first one I noticed was Marge Simpson. Marge is tall. Not even tall for a woman, just tall. Over the six-foot mark, I guessed, and very slender to go with it. With her long, slim legs, high small titties, tight ass, and clinging dresses, Marge captivated me almost as much as Peg did.
Often, as I walked past the Simpson house, I heard Marge castigating her husband for something or another stupid thing he'd done. Homer was continually investing what little savings Marge had managed to gather into one or another crackpot scheme and losing it all.
He doesn't seem to yell at her, but he is a whinger and a moaner. You can hear his flat whine clearly from the street as he tries to justify his actions. Homer is overweight, and because of how red his face is mowing the lawns, I assume he has high blood pressure. So, I figured Marge was another wife in the area who wasn't getting much.
'Hmm, I wonder if Mrs Simpson would like a roll in the hay.' I thought.
At the next street party, I sidled up to her and tried some subtle and not-so-subtle moves.
After about ten minutes of flirting, Marge looked me in the eyes and said, "Mr Ware, you're a handsome man, and I appreciate that you find me attractive. But you must know I'm married to Homer, and I'm faithful to him. So, please stop flirting with me, or I'll have to tell my husband."
Shot down in flames again, I apologised and walked off. And that was when I saw her, Lois Griffin. My goodness, was she sexy! Unlike my other two fantasy women, Lois is only tiny. Standing barely over the five-foot mark (152 cm), Lois is slim but with curves in all the right places. She has firm 34C titties and a tightly-toned ass. Bright red hair falls down to her shapely shoulders and emphasises her pretty face.
Smiling to myself, I walked over to see if I could pick her up. Introducing myself, I said, "Hello, there. I'm Casper Ware. I haven't seen you here before. Have you recently moved to the area?"
"Hello, Mr Ware, Lois Griffin. My husband Peter and I have recently moved here from Quahog." Then, turning to a man who was busy stuffing his fat face at the buffet table, she said, "Peter. Meet Mr Ware. He's a very handsome local."
'Fuck!' I thought. 'What's with all these hot middle-aged women living with pigs? Surely that ass can't get it up anymore at his age and weight?'
Peter has an even more annoying voice than Homer. It is a perpetual whine, and it seems like nothing makes him happy, not even being married to one of the hottest chicks around.
I immediately added Lois to my list of women I wanted to fuck and wondered if she liked a bit of rough in the bedroom. I hoped she did because there is a definite sense of 'dirty-girl wanting to let loose' about her.
After introducing her husband, Lois grabbed a pretty blonde woman by the arm, "Mr Ware..."
"I interrupted her, "Casper, please. Whenever I hear 'Mr Ware', I look for my father."
