Roger Grayson: The Two-Way Mirror

Perhaps, it was what they had drunk that night, rather than the amount, or maybe, it was just inevitable… but suddenly, he had taken her left breast into his mouth, his lips encompassing the entire aureole, his tongue playing maddeningly about her erect throbbing nipple, and she had been so out of her mind with the bliss of the moment that his warm hand creeping up the soft flesh of her inner thighs had seemed a necessary part of her rapture.

"Oh, Jeff, darling… no, no we can't do this, my sweet," she had gasped into his ear, her fingers running through his hair, pressing his face and tantalizing, sucking mouth tight to her naked breast, while she squirmed beneath his hot hand caressing her open white thighs, moving ever upward and over her soft quivering belly, then down to stroke the nylon covered softness of her pubic mound, until she had actually whimpered aloud from the shock and sensation of his fingers slipping inside her pantie-leg to insinuate themselves into the moist waiting slit of her virginal womanhood

Even now, Karen shivered excitedly, as she remembered the unbelievable titillating spasms that bad raced through her from the first galvanic, tactile contact of his finger with the pink, sensitive flesh of her vagina… The never before feelings of pleasure had rendered her momentarily helpless and she had writhed almost frantically beneath his hand ministrations.

"Jeff… Jeff… we mustn't, darling…" she bad pleaded, suddenly aware that all sense of control was getting away from both of them.

"Why…? Why…?" he moaned, moving his finger upward between the moist, fleshy lips of her hair-lined vulva, tracing through the warm pink flesh to the tiny bud of her clitoris and teasing the enshrined sensitive sprout into immediate hardness.

"Oooohhh," she had moaned, raising his face to her own between her hands and locking her lips wetly to his, her tongue darting into his mouth even as her thighs separated further in unwitting invitation to his hand.

She hardly heard the metallic whisper of his zipper… hardly was conscious of anything but the overwhelming joy-filled transport of the moment… until she felt the sudden hot, naked hardness pressing against the soft flesh of her exposed thigh. Even then, there was a blank moment while it registered in her fevered brain. His prick! He had taken it out and was pressuring its long bluntness tight against her smooth flesh. He groaned into her mouth as his finger slipped down through her wet pussy and probed at the mouth of her vagina, sending further spasms of rippling pleasure coursing through her, momentarily anesthetizing her.

The huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her leg jarred her back to reality. She arched her neck and began negative movements with her head, clenching her teeth to him as she moaned an audible, "No… No… No… Jeff!"

Suddenly, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers his cock, holding it there briefly while the first shock of its strange feeling to her touch passed. She didn't fight it, but instead, found herself squeezing gently, letting her sense of touch convey its message to her brain. It was immense. She'd never had any idea of their size and a slight twinge of fear caught at her belly.

His hand left hers but she continued to cling to his shaft while a gasp of pleasure escaped him. Experimentally, she began to stroke it, her fingers barely able to encircle its thickness. Slowly, she drew the thick outer skin up and down, her breath tight in her throat at her own excitement of handling and massaging his cock while he slipped his finger deeper and deeper into her ever-expanding cunt, a complete feeling of unprecedented fulfillment creeping over her.

Again, she opened her mouth to his kiss, letting her hand slip down to explore the velvety soft hairiness of his balls, caressing and cupping them gently by instinct. She was extremely wet now down between her legs from the juices his finger was inciting as it played within the tingling lips of her soft hair-lined pussy, stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen in a gentle rotating motion that had begun to frighten her. She didn't want to lose her virginity now… not this way… not yet… but the pleasure he was bringing her overshadowed all else and she found herself moving her hips up against his finger, her thighs spreading wider as her hand slipped back up to stroke his prick with increasing vigor.

He had begun to grind his teeth and grunt out his pleasure with every breath, while her own growing apprehension at the stage things had reached, struggled against the intoxication saturating and taking command of every fiber of her tingling body. She felt the cool wetness of his rock-hard shaft smear against the warm flesh of her inner thigh as she worked the heavy skin up and down his long, thick cock and wondered if he was ejaculating, or whether it was the lubricating fluid she had read about in the sex guides to a happy marriage. My God, it was getting harder and bigger… It jerked in her hand and she caressed it affectionately, making him grunt again. He was struggling… moving on top of her!

"Damnit, Karen… I've got to have you! I can't wait any longer!"

"No, Jeff… Oh, no, darling… we can't! You know we can't…" she gasped back at him, the full realization that it was all out of control suddenly hitting her with full impact. She let go of his prick and thrust her hands between them, shoving against his chest and clamping her thighs tightly together, locking his imbedded finger deep in her cunt. She tried to squirm her buttocks down into the seat to rid her vagina of the invading finger even as she held it securely inside her with her tightly braced thighs. Her mounting consternation of moments before had abruptly transformed into sheer dread. A loathsome feeling of repugnance over their dangerous performance caused a wave of near-panic to seize hold of her, to the point where she barely knew what she was doing, and suddenly she was clawing at him while her hips squirmed wildly beneath him, his finger still buried deep up into her vagina.

"Oh… Oh, damn you… damn you, Jeff Lewis! Stop! No, no, stop, I tell you!" she half-screamed into his face.

He'd made no verbal response, she well remembered, but the mask of lust contorting his handsome features sent a shock of utter horror surging through her. She had tried to reason with him, but suddenly he had jerked his hand from between her legs and was forcing her thighs open to him, digging his fingers brutally into their soft tender flesh, his teeth clenched, his lips bared back like an attacking, feral animal.

"Oh God, not… no, Jeff! Please… please don't!" she cried, writhing and flailing furiously beneath him, but she'd been no match for his lust-crazed strength.

In her frantic squirming and kicking she had scissored out her legs, sufficient for him to slam his hips down heavily between them, until she quickly found herself pinned under his weight, her full wide-splayed thighs open defenselessly to him, her fear-quivering buttocks secured tightly to the seat.

"Jeff, Jeff… please listen to me? No, you can't do this! Not this way, darling… I beg you!" she whined, half-wailed up at him while her hands balled into little fists and hammered against his chest futilely.

She screamed as he hooked his fingers into the narrow wisp of nylon covering her crotch and ripped it away with a savage, ripping sound, and almost instantly she had felt the blunt, turgid head of his huge penis as he worked it up and down between the moist fleshy lips of her cunt with his hand thrust down between them.

God, there had been no fighting him. His knees had held hers wide apart and he had found and poised the blood-filled head of his throbbing member against the tight little elastic mouth of her vagina. With one last desperate effort and in her horror, she had raised her hips in an attempt to dislodge him, to throw him off her, and as she did he had rammed his pelvis forward, sending his cock splitting and tearing furiously up into her tight quivering cunt.