Perry Scope

When the loving gets rough

CHAPTER ONE

She had read about such things. Perhaps she might admit to fantasizing about how it would feel to be violated that way. But here she was about to permit it! Or would she?

"No, Gary! Not back there! It's too tight to do me there!"

"Aw, come on, Sally. Let's at least try it. Just once, baby. Just to see what it's like."

"Your cock is too big!" she giggled as the rubbery knob of it poked at the crack between the ivory-smooth globes of flesh. "You'll rip me apart, Gary. Besides… someone might come along…"

"Nobody ever comes to the beach this early in the morning," he panted over her shoulder, keeping a firm grip on her hips to keep her from getting away. "Just once, baby. Let's just try it."

Hidden by an old, weathered picket fence, Karen Martin watched and listened in silence. Pangs of guilt tore at her insides, telling her it was wrong to watch like this. But the excitement of their naked bodies and the promise of a performance she had never seen before, kept her from moving. After all, she rationalized, I was here long before they arrived. Ifs not my fault they just picked this spot and stripped naked without checking first to see if anyone was around. Probably college kids, who wouldn't mind anyway.

Convincing herself that she wasn't watching for her own sexual gratification relieved some of the guilt. She told herself that perhaps watching an-other couple make love would in some way help her own marriage. It might even help her understand her husband and the difficulty they were having over sex.

"Oh, Gary," the girl sighed when his arms slid around from the back, with one hand cupping her breast, while the fingers of the other combed through the dark triangle of hair between her legs. "I want you, Gary. I want you to fuck me the right way… I need it… I have to see that gorgeous plum dip into my pussy…"

"I'll fuck you, baby. Fuck you real good. But first let me stick it up your ass a little."

"Mmmmmmm… you drive me crazy," she purred.

"Bend over," he whispered.

Karen watched the pretty blonde spread her legs wide and bend at the waist. "Don't hurt me," she said as the lust-filled head of his thick meat slid down the crack of her ass. "OHHH!" she gasped, when it suddenly lunged between her legs and she felt the pulsing heat of it on her panting pussy. She could see the purplish head of it coming out in front and didn't notice that Gary's strong hands were pulling the checks of her ass apart.

"You're gonna like this, baby," he said in a raspy voice. "First we'll dip it in your cunt… to get it wet and slippery… like this."

"Nnnnggghhh!" Sally moaned. "LOVE IT! Mmmmmm… soooo gooood… Keep it there, lover! Let me come on it!"

"No, no!" he gulped, twisting his hips lewdly, swishing his throbbing cock in the juice-filled cunt. "If… If… I leave it in you… I'll come too!"

"Oooowwww," moaned the girl as he slowly withdrew the long thick meat from her sucking pussy, leaving her breathless. Then he quickly brought the blunt tip of his cock to the little bud in the crack of her ass.

Karen, too, was breathless. She could see it all clearly; the pink, moist lips of the girl's panting sex, the little puckered sunburst in the crack of her ass, and the huge, thick cock that glistened with joy-juice from the girl's well of passion. In a way, she was glad her husband's cock wasn't as huge as this one – though it seemed twice as big on their wedding night. But now she was excited watching another girl take the savage rape of her back hole with such an enormous prick.

Then the heart-shaped head of his cock pressed forward, forcing the tight ring of her asshole to stretch open. "Ugh! No…! Too big!" yelped Sally, but her boyfriend grimaced and pressed harder.

"There!" he gulped. "The head is in!"

"Nnnnggghbh… I'm gagging… Sooo big… it feels like it's coming up my throat."

Now the slick white shaft, with its blue veins popping to the limit, inched into the dark dry tunnel. Incoherent, animal-like sounds escaped from deep in the girl's throat and Karen could feel her own rectum tighten to fight off the invasion of an imaginary cock.

"Too much!" Gary said breathlessly. "Out of this world, baby. So tight I can feel you breathe."

"Aaaggghhh… big," Sally gagged. "Throbbing… big…"

"Oh, shit, baby… I'm gonna come."

"COME! Gotta have it!"

"Squeeze my cock with those strong muscles… suck it… squeeze it… YEAH!"

"Ohhh, Gary… shoot it up my asshole…"

She churned her ass around and around to make his prick leap in her belly. They fucked in a steadily faster rhythm, flicking until the girl's body was bouncing up and down, her tits jumping and shaking with passion, her stiff red nipples painfully tight and hard, her eyes gleaming with boiling desire.

"AHHHHHH!" from Sally as his joy-juices shot up the hot dry walls of her rectum. "Mmmmmrnm…"

"What a way to fuck! Now use those muscles to force my cock out, baby. That should be easy."

Karen watched in awe as his softening prick slid from the girl's insides, leaving the little eye red and blinking wildly. But Sally didn't seem to mind at all. She dropped to her knees with exhaustion and grinned up at her lover, who was checking his limp cock.

"What's the matter, love?" Sally asked.

"Sore, baby. You've got one helluva tight ass-hole."

"That's what you get for sticking it in a meat grinder," she laughed. "Here, let me kiss it for you."

Karen felt herself retch as the girl's pouty-red lips pressed against the limp meat. All she could think about was the caked-on juices from the girl's own pussy, his come, and that she was now taking it in her mouth after it just came out of her asshole. She wanted to get up and run, but found herself mesmerized by Sally's eager mouth on his cock. The girl was swishing it around in her mouth, washing it clean with saliva. And in the process, his prick began to stiffen and balloon up again.

Then Sally just licked over it and occasionally let it slip briefly into her mouth. With a slender hand, she reached out and grasped the jerking spear, massaging the engorged head that was swollen and mottled with lust – a heart-shaped plum aimed straight at her mouth.

Karen could see the cock slither from the girl's encircling lips, pulsing warm and rigid against her mouth, jumping again as she slid her tongue out and over it, licking it as her clenched hand tried to hold the lurching shaft still and buried in the oven of her working mouth.

The girl's lips were stretched by the thickness of his prick, the long shaft plunging down her throat, almost gagging her until she adjusted to the long, thrusting strokes as he flicked the clinging ring of her lips with his cock. She pulled on it and sucked on it hard, her tongue always working, making slurping sounds.

It seemed to Karen that Sally had an insatiable appetite for cock, and she wondered if he was going to pump his straining cock into that mouth forever. But then Gary slipped to a kneeling position between the young blonde's legs, his wet tongue lapping at her tender slit, his lips sucking hungrily at her soft folds, opening them to purse his lips around her cit. The girl gasped again, arching up as he sucked at her cunt, rooting greedily at it, eating her until the hot juices were dripping out of her.

Then Sally was up on her hands and knees, and he was licking her from behind, dragging his tongue from her cunt into the asshole he had made red with his cock.

"Ohhh, Gary, I need it!" she cried. "This is real groovy, but I need your cock… stuffed in my belly!"

He turned her around and quickly climbed up the blonde's thrashing body and took her with one long stroke of his spearing prick, filling her with its hardness and wringing a series of twists of exquisite pleasure from her body. She threw her arms around him, drawing him into her, and her tits were bouncing and jostling around the lines of his mouth, a hard nipple bounced over his cheek and his mouth quickly swooped over to retrieve it.

"Stay with me, Gary! Stay with me!" Sally screamed. "Fuck harder… harder… Nnnngggghhh… more, more, MORE!"

He was pistoning his cock in and out feverishly now and she opened wider, thrusting her cunt up to meet the force of his penetration, and his prick dove deeper and deeper into her, closer and closer to the core.

As they flicked deeper and faster, he lifted her ass from the blanket, bearing down on her with his cock. He lunged the hard, thick meat deeper and harder into Sally's wet and wild well, sucking furiously on her tits at the same time.

Karen knew, by the gurgling sounds coming from Sally's throat, that she was having an orgasm. Not just one! But a series, coming in like the waves on the beach, one after another, until his prick finally quenched the fire with the spray of foamy cream from his balls. Then their bodies went limp and they settled into a huddle of flesh.

Watching their wanton act did little more than satisfy Karen's curiosity. Or did it? she wondered. Was the ache in her own protruding nipples a sign that her body was capable of responding the way Sally did? Would she ever reach that evasive orgasm she desperately needed? But the questions only tormented her more, because she didn't have the answers.

When Sally wiggled out from beneath her boyfriend and got between his legs to suck his limp cock again, Karen slipped quietly from her hiding place. Enough was enough, she thought as she headed back to the apartment. But as she put distance between herself and the couple on the beach, her thoughts lingered on the prospect of duplicating the scene with her husband. She could almost see Allen's flabbergasted expression if she initiated the sex act.

First you have to stick it up my asshole, Allen, she heard herself tell him. Here, I'll bend over the bed and you get behind me… NO! Wait! You have to dip it in my pussy first to get it all mushy.

In her mind's eyes, she saw herself bending spread-eagle, with Allen panting uncontrollably behind her. But when he drove his cock into her yielding cunt and withdrew it – it came up dry! It always did, she told herself. She couldn't see herself suddenly flush with passion the way Sally did. At the same time, however, she wanted to see this thing through, and found herself telling him, Here, let me wet it in my mouth. Allen's knees buckled at that suggestion, which she found amusing, until she saw herself eye-to-eye with this thick cock. Everything was more vivid now, because she had actually seen Allen's lust-hardened prick from close range, the eye of it dripping a clear liquid and the putrid odor stinging in her nostrils – not a memory, she could actually smell it now. Ugh! Not me! I don't know how she could do it. Or… Or is there something wrong with me?

CHAPTER TWO

She was tired of telling him to leave her alone – didn't he understand? The message was there in the shapeless, sexless, flannel gown she wore to bed instead of the thin, filmy garments she might have assumed.

"Oh, baby, come here," he pleaded, dragging the small blonde woman into his arms. His hands pushed the long, matronly looking gown up from the delicate ankles, over the shapely calves, past the full, creamy thighs. "Don't say no this time," ho whispered urgently.

What good would it do? she wondered bitterly, not moving, making her husband work to get the gown over the plump buttocks. Her flesh turned to ice wherever his fingers touched her.

"Oooh, baby," his large dry palms cupped themselves over the firm, hard-nippled breasts. Even after four years, their size didn't cease to amaze him. "Beautiful…"

Fear sent chills down her spine and caused the small pink tips of her large breasts to harden even more. She wondered if her husband could possibly believe that it was passion that distended her nipples. The thought made her wait to laugh, but she couldn't, not with him grabbing her legs as he was doing. She knew just what would come. He never altered his routine in any way. Each attempt at lovemaking was a duplicate of the last. It was a recurring nightmare – without the reality of awakening to minimize its ugliness. If it has to happen, the young woman pleaded silently, at least make it different this time!

His breathing was coming faster, as it always did when he began. He loved this sensation of her loveliness and warmth. He was unaware of uncertainty, his awkwardness – even his own lack of experience. Nothing mattered but the moment, and the moment was his!

This act, she thought achingly, this wonderful act which was supposed to mean so much! Would she never get used to it? Where was the pleasure? All she ever felt was pain, searing, degrading pain. Suddenly it was too much. She tried to control herself, but decided that it was much easier to just let it happen. Her resistance would only bring his resentment the next day. But even this awareness was not enough to make her lie still. Gritting her sharp, white teeth, the girl shoved at the flushed face, the lean driving hips. As many times as this had happened before, it always caught him off guard. Her strength was no match for his, but her determination and pain made her invincible.

"No! God damn it, no!" He fought against the pressure of her hands drunkenly. "Not again!" He reached out for the slim legs, but it was too late. They were clamped together. He rolled off her, wanting to kill her, wanting to clamp her to the bed and at last get all he could take of her lovely frigid flesh. But he couldn't stand for her to know how badly it hurt, this denial of her love.

They lay next to each other in silence, knowing that neither had the strength to rip at the other. Yet, there would be time for that tomorrow. There was always time for that… Hate rather than love, frustration rather than peace, coldness rather than warmth, those were now the emotions that bound them together, and they had never felt further apart.

CHAPTER THREE

Karen Martin, her full breasts heaving below the tear-stained pretty face, glared at her husband. She was too angry and hurt to speak. His stubbornness angered her, but his calm during these all-too-typical fights infuriated her.

"All I'm saying, Karen, is that I'm getting sick of your excuses." Allen's soft voice was its usual steady tenor. He looked like what he was, a busy young man with a number of things on his mind. He looked at the wonderful curves of his wife's young body. Wanting her had become an ache. He couldn't afford that kind of ache. There was too much he had to do. Working all day, going to school evenings, and studying whenever he found the time, drained too much out of him. He sighed deeply. "What is it you want of me, Karen? Just tell me, and I'll try to understand."

"That's the trouble," Karen answered bitterly. She choked on her tears. She was tired of crying over her marriage. She was, she admitted to herself, just plain tired of marriage. "I shouldn't have to tell you."

Allen gathered up his books with his usual efficiency. He knew what the problem was, but it baffled him. He sorted the books carefully, then looked at the girl. At twenty-one Karen looked like a fine-boned, big-eyed, big-busted teen-ager. Her waist was unbelievably tiny. Allen longed to wrap his fingers around the small middle and lift the girl into his arms. But he hadn't the time. Besides, even with time, all such a move would produce would be more tears.

God! I'm sick of the tears! he thought, rubbing his eyes wearily with his free hand. "Look, baby, I've told you before, and I'll tell you again: I love you. I really do. Only when people have been married a while, it's natural that they sort of take each other for granted a little. Why can't you understand that?"

Karen's large, round, brown eyes flamed again. "If you'd only try to be a little more sensitive…"

"Sensitive!" Allen interrupted, at last jarred out of his matter-of-factness. "I swear to Christ, Karen, if I hear that word one more time, I'll go off my nut!" He laid the books down for a moment, glanced at the clock and picked them up again. "You talk like a sixteen-year-old who's been reading too many love stories!"

He started for the door, his slim, Ivy League-suited body and tired face making him look years older than his twenty-three years, but turned toward his wife again. "Karen, sex is a normal, natural and, hopefully, pleasant act. But it's no damn testimonial of love! Sure, it's a part of it, but just because I won't kiss your feet or something before I get on top doesn't mean I don't love you!"

Karen turned her back on her husband before he was through. He didn't understand! He would never understand! "You act like a-an – animal!" Karen blurted out, catching the new tears with her wet hands. "That's all right, too, I guess?"

Allen remembered going through this scene so many times that he gave up in disgust. Besides, he would be late to school if he didn't leave immediately. He'd never get his degree in accounting. It would mean so much to both of them. Why didn't she see it? Did she want him to be a clothing salesman at the department store all his life, never making enough money to support a family? "Forget it!" he mumbled, slamming the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Karen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stopped crying. At that moment she hated Allen. She threw herself across the faded and torn couch and wondered why they had ever gotten married in the first place.

But then she remembered how much she had loved him when they were going together, and wanted him. Allen Martin was the first boy Karen had ever really known. She had been too busy with school, her widowed mother, and making her home pleasant, to think of dating boys. She didn't remember her father, and men and boys had always made Karen uncomfortable – she never knew how to act with them. But with Allen – it had been different. He had been as shy as she.

Karen had been attracted to Allen's slim boyishness as she had never been attracted to the aggressive masculinity of the more popular males at school. She had felt safe with Allen. She had always felt vaguely threatened with other boys, as if by size alone they might suddenly overwhelm her. His first kiss had been so gentle, so shy and hesitant, that Karen had been the one to laughingly pull his face back to hers for a second.

She had agreed that they should wait until Allen finished his schooling before getting married. Allen had stressed that he didn't want his wife to work to support him through school, nor did he want a marriage in which the first few years were pure poverty. He wanted them to have every chance for happiness. Karen had been impressed when Allen very practically recited to her the statistics on divorce between young marrieds in the United States.

But when her mother died suddenly after graduation, Karen had become terrified at the prospect of remaining alone for several years. She had pleaded with Allen and cried, until, reluctantly, Allen agreed that they might as well get married at once. He had wanted to wait until he could afford a wife, but Karen seemed so lost he could not bring himself to resist. He immediately got a job as a salesman, and was forced to fit school in around his working hours. It would take much longer this way, but he allowed himself to be drawn into Karen's enthusiastic plans with some excitement. However, the plan which had promised such happiness for both of them turned into chaos on the first night of their married life.

Neither could she explain to Allen what had happened that night. He hadn't been too rough, nor had he been unkind. But, having felt the shocking pain of the first intruder her tender insides had ever known, Karen had tightened up immediately, making further entrance impossible. Allen, unbearably aroused by what was also his first introduction into sex, couldn't hold back. With a low grunt he rolled off her to his side of the brand new bed.

Karen had wanted to throw up. All the beauty, the emotional and physical ecstasy for which she had been preparing herself had come to a callous numbness which left her feeling used and deified. Speechless, Karen looked at the man from whom she had been expecting such pleasure.

"Relax, baby," Allen had said, trying to sound experienced and understanding. "Girls are always a little nervous the first time. This time it will be better."

And then he was on top of her again. She was too stunned to cry out, too tense to protest. But when she felt him begin to groan and breathe heavily again, Karen tried to push him away. Allen mistook her motion for passion and, with a final strong lunge, finished. Karen cried out finally with misery and despair. Allen, tired and content with the happiness he believed he had brought both of them, rolled off her aching, bruised body and, with a light last kiss, fell asleep.

Karen's hand, childishly small and protective, covered the violated flesh until she fell asleep also, her eyes wet with tears of fear and disappointment.

But Karen was realistic enough to admit later that Allen hadn't been deliberately cruel. He had simply not understood. He had not been, nor was he now, sensitive enough to be aware of her needs. He had tried for months afterwards to make his young wife enjoy sex. But, somehow, just at the point when Karen thought she might become aroused, Allen would mount her and the rest of the act would be a repeat of the first night – Karen would lie there, feeling used and cold. She knew that Allen thought she was frigid, and lately, Karen had begun to wonder if he might not be right.