Roger Grayson: The Two-Way Mirror

It dawned on her that she was being an idiot about it; there was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself. She was like an insect being held down by the weight of a giant human hand… God, what an obscene, comical picture they must make, she thought… She tried to squirm and found that was hopeless too, but the gurgling her effort caused deep in her belly reminded her that he had already shot his lewd semen into her once and she cringed within at the thought. Well, the damage was done… if there was to be any. If she'd kept her head she might have at least been able to talk him into using something. It wasn't as if he had lured her here; she had come of her own free will… and knowing…

"Are you calming down, darling?" he whispered down at her.

"Y-You're squashing me," Karen replied; it was an effort to even speak.

"Will you be good… stop acting like some school-girl on her first date?"

"I… I won't fight you anymore, if that's what you mean," she said.

He rolled off of her but clung to her breasts, keeping her inside his arms and putting them both onto their sides, spoon-fashion. Then, with his upper arm he reached down and placed his prick between her thighs tight into the open lips of her moist pussy and she could feel the bristly hair of his pelvis against her soft round buttocks.

She sighed heavily, able to breathe freely once more. His face was buried in her long hair and suddenly she felt him nibbling at her neck while he gently massaged the nipples of her breasts. God, if only he wasn't such a repulsive man, she thought, the frenzy of minute tingles from his hands rippling down through her belly.

"There's no need for us to fight about it, is there?" he said into her ear. "I want to be friends if you do."

Karen shivered beneath the deft movements of his hands and fingers caressing and tweaking the now erect nipples of her breasts.

"Y-You know what I want," she answered, her breath catching in her throat. "You know the only reason I'm here… doing this…"

Fletcher chuckled lightly. "You're a mercenary little piece," he said, moving his hand down the satiny smooth skin of her waist to her hips and drawing her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins. "But it's a language I can understand."

Karen relaxed a little, letting her buttocks go back against him, feeling his shaft pulsating up against her crotch, its ever enlarging head instilled between the supple fleshy lips of her vagina. The horror of the situation had somehow worn thin for her. Perhaps, it was the dazing effects of the liquor again, or the fact that the initial abomination was past; whichever, she was convinced that at this point she should get something out of it… She felt his hand move down over the soft smooth flesh of her belly to the velvety mound of her pussy, his finger parting the pubic hair and slipping into her wet slit to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris once more. The erotic little spasms he set off caused her to jerk her buttocks convulsively back against him, and he withdrew his hand, moving it up over the smooth tight skin of her rounded full hip and buttock and down between her warm thighs where his hardening prick rested.

She heard his breathing increase and felt it hot against her neck as his fingers caressed the lips of her vagina, then insert around his dormant fleshy rod to stroke gently into the moist walls of her channel in a tender, rotating movement that raised a little gasp of unexpected excitement from her.

"You like that," he whispered hotly into her ear. "It sends fiery tingles shooting through that tight little cunt, doesn't it… makes you want to fuck? You can almost feel my cock slipping right up into your warm little belly, eh?"

A tremor passed quickly over her, the vile sound of the lewd words strangely exciting her, but she said: "Please… do you have to use that filthy language? I'm not a prostitute, you know…"

"But those are words of love and passion, darling… fuck and cock and cunt and suck," he hissed as once more she trembled almost uncontrollably at their Fescennine sound… "and… you should learn to use them…"

She gasped again and held her breath as she felt his fingers slip wetly out of her vagina with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, drawing at her buttocks and angling them out tighter against him; then he said: "Put it in."

She felt her body go rigid automatically at his suggestion, the obnoxious thought repulsing her. She sensed his rock-hard shaft throbbing between her thighs and tried to shake her head.

"I'm… I'm too sore…"

"Put it in!" he ordered, reaching over her to take her hand and press it between her legs.

Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth angrily, ready to fight him again.

"I said, put it in!" he snapped harshly into her ear.

Bitterly, she sank her white even teeth into her full lower lip and let her fingers find the warm, rigid staff of wet flesh between her legs, laying the length of her hand along its thick underside, her fingers and thumb moving to encircle and maneuver it as it throbbed hotly in her hand, sending another unwanted wave of excitement through her. It was necessary for her to push her naked buttocks back even further toward him for angle's sake, and she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip in dread as she worked the large bulbous head between the moist pink flanges of her open cunt, moving it slowly back and forth in her vaginal slit to part the sparse, silky blonde hair between her legs in preparation for his entry.

"For God's sake… don't hurt me… please?" she begged as she felt his hips begin to pressure forward.

"Maybe little… but only for a minute," he said hoarsely, and the spongy head moved tight against the raw elastic mouth of her moist vagina, its tip easing into her gently. Automatically, Karen contracted her bowels in unwitting resistance, grunting with the anticipated pain that never came, for it slipped wetly right up into her until she could feel it in her belly, the hair of his groin brushing against her ass-cheeks as momentarily he chose to lay still and locked into her.

"Hurt?" he whispered.

"I-I… no… I don't think so," she managed, tasting the saltiness of the blood she had drawn from her lip.

Gradually, he began to move, stroking gently with short in and out motions that slowly began to allay her fears. The wetness of his ejaculation into her had lubricated the soft pink walls of her passage and she gave thanks that at least it had had some value. In fact, she reluctantly admitted to herself, it felt rather good as he began to lengthen the stroke, quicken his tempo and its turgid head sank deeper and deeper up into her belly.

Jeff had never approached her this way; it was an entirely new experience… painless… and she didn't have to look at the mounting male… perhaps that was the reason the enthusiasm was growing rousingly inside her…

But then, almost as suddenly as he began, he seemed to slip into a maelstrom of lust, his breath increasing furiously and he speared into her with less and less temperance, until shortly, his thick, rock-hard cock was battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh, his pelvis smacking tight into her soft buttocks mercilessly from behind.

"Oh… Oh… Oh," Karen coughed with every thundering jolt. "You're hurting me!" Once more, her fear had leaped into being within her. "My God!"

A twinge of pain shot through her as his prick burrowed deeper up into her womb. He had dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her abdomen and was holding her secured. She could do nothing but squirm helplessly as he jack-hammered into her, feeling his hot, obese body tight against her own, his breath coming in raspy warm blasts against the soft smooth skin of her back.

"Christ!" he blurted suddenly, and before she realized what was happening he had forced her over onto her belly, his legs between her own and was drawing her backward, up onto her knees. He clung savagely to her hips, his stubby fingers gouging into their soft flesh as he levered both of their bodies into the desired position he wanted, his knees inside her own and pressuring them out brutally.