Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hazard Title: Conniving Bastard Keywords: Rape, Big Tits, Rough Sex, Mf Summary: Ever seen someone in the street and thought you'd like to fuck them? I think we all have, and this is a story about one such encounter. *[Conniving Bastard]* 3rd July 2005 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\ \ |o-------o| \ [-/\|-Hazard->|\/-] \ |o-------o| \ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/ =========================================================================== ============ Ever seen someone in the street and thought you'd like to fuck them? I think we all have, and this is a story about one such encounter. Be warned, this story contains descriptions of a degree of rape, albeit not ovely nasty. It continues my on-running theme of women with huge tits, cos hey, that's what I like! Deal with it. :D I would obviously never in a million years condone this sort of activity. Having said that, I wish I had the balls to do the first part at least (chase the woman and get the girl). I've considered it a few times with strangers I've seen continuously about, but never done it. Obviously the rape part is not something I would seriously consider and never condone. Please remember, these stories represent my fantasies and have no consequence for anybody. Real life is so totally different. =========================================================================== ============ Jason noted the passing of his pre-planned milestone marker. Stacy had finished her fourth glass of wine and had a sleepy intoxicated glow about her. That's when he guessed she'd be most accommodating. So as the couple lay snuggled together watching the movie, Jason's pulse began to rise. He'd start now, and keep the momentum rolling, no matter what. Jason turned onto his right side, facing Stacy. She instantly moved her gaze from the movie to him and met his kiss as he leaned in toward her lips. Within moments, the kiss was heated and their tongues began to explore each others mouths. Stacy remained on her back, as Jason's left hand moved straight to the fat swell of her right breast. He gripped it firmly through her tight school blouse, his fingers pushing into the large soft flesh as he groped her. Stacy merely moaned quietly and continued the kiss, clearly comfortable with Jason's wondering hands. But they wondered further, and soon his left hand was under her top, burrowing under her bra, fondling her hefty tit flesh directly. Still, Stacy continued the kiss and allowed his hand to explore her chest, enjoying the sensation of his firmly probing and squeezing fingers. "Mmmm". She gave off a slight moan as Jason rolled her onto her right side, her back now pressing into his chest. His lips were sucking on her neck and she could feel the electric tingling sensations on her neck causing dampness between her legs. Both of his hands had snaked around to her front and were up under her blouse once more, firmly gripping her fat juggs, squeezing tightly as if trying to restrain her. Her hands moved up to his clenching fingers, to hold them and guide them as they became rougher with her delicate breasts. Jason responded by rolling forwards, pushing her onto her belly and rolling on top of her. Stacy offered a brief chuckle at the new position, but soon found it wasn't that comfortable having a large muscular man's weight pushing down on her. "God, you're a sexy piece of virgin fuck meat" whispered Jason into her ear, his right hand now down on her outer thigh. Stacy had to double take at what he just said - Jason doesn't say stuff like that, does he? Her brief thought track was snapped back to reality as she felt the bottom of her short skirt being tugged upwards to her waist. "Jason .... Stop it!" Stacy groaned, somewhat angrily. She had freed her hands now, and was in a kind of press-up position, trying to move out from under her boyfriend. Her struggles were still half-hearted. Having been taken by surprise, it still hadn't fully dawned on her what Jason had in mind. Jason had known the quicker he could get the ball rolling, the less likely Stacy would put up a fight. Now with her panties down around her knees and his cock out, she was starting to struggle a little more and mutter things like "no" and "stop it". He'd wanted this big titted bitch ever since the day he'd driven home from work. A freak storm had come out of the blue, and Stacy had been walking home from school. Needless to say, she was drenched, and as Jason waited at a junction, she walked right passed his car. Her skirt was sopping wet against her pert butt, and her soaking blouse clung tightly to the shape of her mountainous jiggling knockers. The site was so perfect that he had to jack off the minute he got home. So he'd planned his pick up meticulously. He was 23, so still young, and the sort of age a 16 year old school girl would consider within her reach. He knew he could wow her with his brand new Nissan Skyline and slick high flier image - he just needed to create an opportunity. There was nothing complex in his plan. He'll wait until she's walking home from school, then drive past and ask for directions. He'd act like he was new to the area, and it worked a treat. She had seemed a little flustered as the silver Skyline roared up next to her, with the tinted window rolling down, and a young dapper looking business man peering out at her from behind designer shades. Jason had got his totally useless directions, made a quick bit of small talk, given her a lingering smile and headed off home. From then on it was being in the right place at the right time. He spotted her catching a bus into the city centre one weekend, and had made a point to overtake the bus recklessly, catching the attention of everyone on board. Stacy had recognised the car, and later when Jason engineered a `chance meeting' in town, it was a perfect topic for conversation. Jason dropped a spiel about it being brand new and how he wanted to `open her up'. Stacy just played the typical teenager and was a complete sucker for all his flash moves. After the next `chance meeting', Jason had bought her a coffee and they'd chatted. If anything, the chat confirmed his suspicion that a 16 year old school girl and a 23 year old businessman have absolutely nothing in common. He always knew this would be the case. If he'd have thought she might've been good girlfriend material, then he wouldn't have been so fake about chasing her. As it stood, he knew the only thing he could do with this girl was bed her a few times, then let her go. Shame really. So here he was, on top of the girl he'd been chasing for the past month. "Oh Stacy, you've no idea how much I've wanted this body" Jason said, his mouth descending on her neck once more as she lay face down and trapped. He manoeuvred his knees between her legs, opening them wide then reached down to guide his cock towards her still damp pussy. "Jason, no ... please. Just wait. I'm a virgin. I don't want this yet ... just not yet .... ". Shelly rambled out a few words and they pulled on Jason's heart strings a little. She was a nice girl, she was just too immature, and the conversations he'd had to sit through about her and her girlfriends and the lads in class had almost made him pass-out from boredom. He felt like it was time to bring her into the adult world - in his own twisted logic, he was doing her a favour. "Shhhhhh" he simply whispered as he pushed the head of his tool against her box. Stacy just made a low drawn out groan as Jason slowly but continuously drove his cock into the hilt, stopping as his groin pressed firmly into her ass. Stacy took a sharp intake of breath as her cherry was burst, and her torrid hole ached and burned. Jason just closed his eyes and moaned as his dick was gripped hard by strong virgin pussy walls. He kept his cock deep inside her as he moved to tug her blouse and bra up her chest, bunching them up under her armpits. He allowed her to raise up onto her arms a little. This in turn raised her chest, giving Jason access to her giant melons as they half hung from her chest, and half rested on the bed below. Stacy had her eyes closed and was wincing as Jason pulled back and forced his cock back up into her cunt again. "Oh yeah, Stacy. You fucking sexy little whore." He slid both hands under her raised chest, grabbing the fat E cup bags of tit flesh that he'd so coveted that evening in the rain. "Oh, these fantastic juggs" he groaned, tugging and mauling her mammoth melons. Stacy said nothing. She gripped the sheets with her fists and just rode out the pain as her pussy continued to ache with the rhythmic movements of Jason's piston. He'd planned this for ages. He'd thought about fucking her tits, doing her doggy-style, trying to get her to blow him, and maybe even tying her up. Now it came down to it, all he wanted to do was fuck that pussy, squeeze those tits and unleash his wad deep into her virgin crack. Maybe she wouldn't hate him for this. If she didn't, he might get a second chance and he could take more time with her and experiment next time. Maybe she'd get to enjoy it next time. "Oh, fuck yeah" moaned Jason. Stacy's pussy had naturally begun to lube things up for them, and Jason was beginning to put his back into it. His thrusts had gained pace, and each one lingered on the in stoke, pushing his groin hard into Stacy's pert teenage ass. Her pussy was still tight as fuck, but god did it feel good ... "Jaaaasooon" she whined once more, submissively. "Shhhhhhh sexy" he said quietly, pausing to kiss her neck and cheek. Her rigid body relaxed for the briefest of moments until Jason stabbed his monster back into her again, causing Stacy to wince and grimace. Jason gripped her tits hard now, his fingers digging into the giant bags of flesh, bringing another groan of discomfort from Stacy. His cock began to slam into her harder and faster and soon the bed was shaking and creaking under the flesh slapping metronome of the rape. Stacy still couldn't relax. The pain between her legs had become a subtle ache, but the aching of her tits was fast becoming pain. Jason was tugging on her soft mams now, using them as a grip to slide his body up and down hers. His cock was swelling as his thrusting intensified and he felt his climax building. Stacy looked down at the cruel hands tugging and mauling her big fat tits. The fully open grip of Jason's hands just about holding half of a hefty tit each, squeezing tightly, reddening the flesh as the fingers dug in. "Oh these fucking great whore tits" he groaned, pumping harder and harder. The school girl felt herself grinding against the bed as the force of the thrusting pushed her upwards. She steadied herself against the wall at the head of the bed, riding out these last few moments of bizarre torment. "You fucking filthy fat titted school girl whore" Jason groaned though grit teeth, the rising pleasure getting the better of him and sapping all of his verbal restraint. Pounding and pounding that sweetest of cunts as he mashed and mauled and tugged the greatest pair of juggs he'd ever handled. "Take this cock. Take it in that virgin cunt". Jason slammed and slammed and tugged on her breasts until he felt his orgasm race upon him. A long powerful uncontrolled groan escaped Jason as his orgasm detonated right within his abdomen. Slamming his hips forward as hard as he could, Jason held himself there. Cruelly gripping Stacy's giant melons, he held them in a vice like grip as his cock nuked the school girl's pussy with his mega warhead. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he moaned, as a month of planning erupted then spurted and then finally trickled into his target's now sore and abused fuck box. A few minutes past before Jason could summon the energy to move. He pulled back - his tender cock red raw as it sucked it's way out of Stacy's leaking cunt. Standing up, he tentatively put his wand back into this now pussy stained pants and turned to look at the girl. She had moved to sit up and was pulling her skirt down over her thighs. Jason couldn't help admire the now red juicy juggs that wobbled on Stacy's chest, until she pulled her blouse and bra back down. Her face was very flushed, and big puppy dog eyes matched her sad frown. She didn't look physically hurt really, just more upset. "Sorry Stacy. I had to do it. You've been the stuff of dreams for me for a month. I needed you so bad" said Jason, keeping his distance to give her space. Stacy began to sob. Jason ended up driving her home, and after a bizarre moment when she hesitated to get out of the car, turned to him and said "see you later", Jason was heading home himself. He analysed the whole thing in his head. See you later? What? He began to think she actually meant that. It made him chuckle a little. Women always go for the bad types, and now he was being one of those bad types. She was obviously more wrapped up in the lifestyle and fun he could offer her than he initially thought. What a typical, stupid, immature little girl. Fair play - he'd see what happened. And sure enough, she got in touch with him a few days later. She demanded an apology and a long drawn out intelligent conversation to explain why he did was he did. The conversation broke down in argument as Stacy wasn't actually mature enough to hold said `intelligent conversation', but Jason stuck with it. It wasn't long before he was doing her most nights, and she was enjoying it. His complete lack of interest for her as a person made it easy for him to be bold and demanding in the bedroom, and she kept his interest for quite some time. But the inevitable will happen. He'll get bored, or he'll find someone else. Maybe a blonde this time? Who knows? Maybe when they eventually call it a day, Stacy will realise if it looks too good to be true, it probably is. Assholes are plentiful and they're pretty easy to spot. If she opens her eyes and looks past the cheap transparent facades, maybe she'll actually land a decent guy. Probably not.