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.

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                                      3rd July 2005				

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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.
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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.