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Bushwhacking the Jayhawkers
Date: 8/8/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories
was killed. He was shot by one of the sons of John Speer, Sr., who was the owner and editor of the leading local newspaper. At least two thirds of the buildings in Lawrence were destroyed, including the Eldridge Hotel. It would be rebuilt, as would the rest of the town. The guerrillas rode away and everyone in Lawrence vowed vengeance. The raid was long remembered. An enmity between the states of Missouri and Kansas would continue up until the present day. At one time it had been deadly, but now it was limited to sports rivalries. When the raiders were well away from the scene of their destruction they stopped at the farm of a pro-slavery sympathizer. Most of the men were able to sleep in a barn, while others stayed out under the moonlight. Quantrill himself found a daughter of the farmer waiting for him there. He was still feeling the bloodlust, and he sought to relieve it with her. His own teenage wife was still back in Missouri. The farmhouse was typical of the style across the mid-west. It was two rooms up and two down. He ascended the staircase, holding the hand of the willing young lady. Her father was proud that his daughter found favor with the great guerrilla leader. "Let me see you removing your garments. Do it quickly. I need rest, but first I need your flesh, woman." He watched as she shyly lifted her long dress over her head, and began taking off all the sundry undergarments she wore. He was, at the same time, doffing his own sweat-stained clothing. He hadn't ... bathed in weeks, but neither had she. They didn't even notice the stench of their own bodies. They were both now naked and he roughly threw her onto the bed stuffed with corn shucks. He was groping her breasts as she cried out in pain. "That's it, woman. Let me know you feel it. Damn, you need to be used. Feel me. Feel my manhood. Damn you, feel me now! Open your legs, you harlot. You're getting just what you wanted. I know this." With that he pressed the head of his prick against her hairy triangle and pushed inward, forcefully. Then he started rapidly ramming his cock into her. He was not taking any time. He simply wanted to relieve his own needs, and he fucked her roughly. Her legs were wrapped about his waist, trying to get whatever pleasure she could. When she began kicking her heels against his back, wanting him to give her more, he slapped her face. "Let me do this, you filthy bitch. I'm getting what I need. Just let me get on with it." He was grunting like a hog now. He was thrusting his pecker into her pussy as she took him and wished for more. He was through rather quickly. His face twisted into a frown, he pumped once more, then shot his juices into her. She sighed as he humped one last time and withdrew. "You can go now. I need to sleep. Go on, get the hell out." The raiders were not there long. They stayed just until they had rested up and were ready to ride to the border. They crossed over in a few hours, returning to their homes and families. The people of ...