Perry Scope - When the loving gets rough

At her touch, the man ceased his pillage of her body. Released, Pat slid from the bed and, like a large graceful animal, fell on her hands and knees to the floor.

"Stand up," she begged, trembling.

Bill obeyed, his firm flesh curving rigidly from his belly. Greedily, like a great cat, Pat rubbed the side of her head, her cheeks, and, finally, her lips against the spear-like penis swaying before her face. She was moaning with anticipation, but she put off the moment until, muttering curses, Bill grabbed handfuls of Pat's short hair and forced her mouth into a deeper embrace. He kept her face locked against his sweating loins, jabbing into her mouth with short, deliberate thrusts.

She was dying, she was being stabbed to death, she was an open wound from her grasping lips to the depths of her protesting throat… The insistent flesh throbbed in her mouth as she scraped her teeth gently over its sensitive folds. The huge head of his tireless penis was an enormous wedge, threatening to split her jaws for his pleasure. She was being used thoughtlessly for his solitary enjoyment – and she loved it!

"You hot bitch!" Bill grunted, driving himself into her. "You think if I come in your mouth I won't be able to shove my prick up your pretty cunt… I'll show you…!" He yanked again, with no trace of gentleness, on her hair, pulling her lips, still open and grasping, from his swollen penis. "Just use your tongue on it, lick it like the good little whore you are!"

Pat sobbed with the desire to get back at his body, grasp him within her panting lips, but the hands kept her far enough away so that only her wet tongue could taste the bulging head of his arrogant masculinity. She lapped at him greedily, moaning softly all the time.

"Now you're going to get it. Then, you'll get it again, on your back. Faster, faster… now… whore! Now!"

Pat felt the sticky wetness shoot out of him, drenching her lips, trickling down into her mouth, defiling her face. She was insane with passion. Feeling the slackness of his hold on her then, Pat captured the dying meat in her mouth once more, draining his juice utterly, and even before the last trace of his seed flowed out of him. The hot wet mouth which engulfed his flesh, gave him a spontaneous rebirth of lust. Bill shoved the girl away from him, then half dragged, half pushed her to the bed. Pat fell on her back limply, eager now to be ravished thoroughly by this instrument of her rape.

Bill grinned down at her, enjoying his complete power to do with her as he pleased. "Now I'm going to get my money's worth, baby," he said, moving one hand to the base of his once again stiff cock. With his free hand he lifted her smooth buttocks so that the slit of dewy flesh and black foliage formed a perfect target.

Pat groaned in ecstatic relief as she felt him breaking into her. He was so big. He drilled himself into her flesh relentlessly, finding no resistance in the squirming creature beneath him. Pat felt the first orgasm catching hold. She rode the waves of her lust tightly, knowing that as soon as this one passed there would be more. She felt she wanted to come with every thrust he made into her cunt. She knew there would be time for five, six more orgasms before this beast dropped his load into the mouth of her womb. She couldn't help but think of her stepfather again. He was like this, hammering his juice into her belly, tormenting her with his huge shaft, a madman, using her young flesh in every way, until she felt like nothing more than a series of openings, existing only to satisfy hard staffs of insatiable lust…

Pat arched her supple back, drifting sweetly off into a hot bath of half-forgotten memory. She felt it build up in her as his rough hands manipulated her body. Next time it would be different – gentle – and that too, would be enjoyable. She shuddered from the exquisite pleasure. She wanted to call out, tell him. Her anguished voice mingled with his coarse grunts. "Daddy! Daddy! Yes! Daddy!"

Karen had no idea of how the night and day passed for her. The knowledge that Pat would be in her house that evening seemed too wonderful to be true. She waited until Allen was ready to leave for school in the evening before telling him. He hadn't even mentioned Pat's absence the evening before.

Once he was gone, Karen went hurriedly to the bathroom and took another shower. She wanted to be fresh and sweet-smelling for Pat. Karen sat in front of the cheap vanity table with a large towel tucked sarong-style under her breasts. She critically studied her face and what she could see of her figure in the three-way mirror.

Her skin was very pink from the hot shower. The color gave the girl an even softer look than usual. She surveyed her light hair, thought again of bleaching it, but, as usual, rejected the notion. Her fluffy hair was blond enough, striated with different shades of yellow where the sun had fingered and tinted the locks. She forgot her hair when her gaze fell on her face. She thought her pretty face too unexciting, too childish. She longed to look really sophisticated, sharply exotic, not like a face off a cameo locket. Her dark eyes penetrated her mirrored features, mentally adjusting her bone structure and coloring. In her concentration, her coral, pointed tongue darted out against her upper lip. When she noticed it, Karen frowned in disgust. She looked all of sixteen, and about as sophisticated as a bar of lemon soap.

The girl tugged at the top of her towel, letting it fall to her waist. She relaxed greatly at the sight of her own body. There, at least, she couldn't find much in which to object. Her smooth pretty flesh was all in the right places. Her breasts, in spite of their largeness, were very firm, with strawberry tips which pointed upwards. Behind each tip was a round smudge the color of jam. Under her breasts Karen's body tapered sharply to a tiny waist which Allen loved to encircle with his hands. Her shoulders were just broad enough to carry the mammoth breasts comfortably. And Karen could find no fault with her long neck. The girl got to her feet slowly, following the line of her body as it emerged in the mirror. She pushed the towel to the floor. Her hips widened from her small waist. She half turned to study her compact but attractively shaped buttocks. Her thighs were firm and full, and she knew, the rest of her legs were equally pretty. Karen looked curiously at where her thighs came together, wondering hotly if Pat would approve of her body…

She snatched her eyes away and, red faced, began to dress. She pulled on a clean cotton bra and a pair of pink panties. She couldn't resist taking an-other look in the mirror. She smiled nervously, wondering what would happen if she met Pat at the door dressed like this, with her full breasts spilling over the top of her bra and the thin panties exaggerating her hips. Then Karen frowned. She hurriedly searched through her closet, trying to find something decent to wear. She decided on an old pair of black stretch pants. They were tight, anyway. She struggled into them, then searched around for a blouse. She had to settle for a pale-blue blouse which became less dull once it was on her splendid body. The color did wonderful things for her hair and skin. She wiggled her feet into thong shoes and applied the little bit of makeup she used. A thin line of brown on her eyelids brought out the depth and darkness of her eyes, and a light touch with a pink lipstick gave her mouth a nice shimmer. She had just replaced the cosmetics when the doorbell rang. She got up at once and hurried to the living room.

Karen yanked the door open, her heart racing furiously. Pat! It had to be Pat! Oh, please, Karen prayed, let it be Pat!

"Hi, baby, am I late?" Pat grinned easily from the doorway.

Karen hardly recognized the dark girl. She stared speechless at the impeccably dressed, stunning young woman at the door. Pat wore a silk suit that fitted sleekly around her fine figure. The suit had an expensive look to it. It was Pat's color, midnight black, and her high-heeled shoes matched it. "You-you look like a fashion model," Karen said, frankly awed by Pat's beauty and elegance.