Never Experienced Rough Sex

“A startled moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her head back as his tongue flicked one nipple and his hand caressed the other. She was sure he could feel her heart pounding and sense her inexperience. She closed her eyes, and the possibility of being caught by someone—anyone—dissipated as she focused on the pleasure he was giving her.”

Jade is 26 divorced, mother of one child, self employed living and working in Addison Tx. I bumped into Jade a half hour after we were first introduced. She is drinking Shirley Temples since she does not drink, but she is loosening up quickly. When she sees me, Jade put her arm around me and asked me if I was having a good time. I told her I was having a great time. I glanced down at her tits. Jade smiled at me and pushed her tits up against me. I see it in her eyes that she wanted more, so I asked the question. “ Are you having a good time?”, I asked. “ Yes I am”, she replied. Next came the big question, “ Would you like to have a better time?” Jade grinned at me and said, “ I would love to.” I glanced around the room to see where everyone was. I saw them scattered all around. I led Jade down a hallway to the master bedroom. I closed the door and locked it. Her eyes glanced towards me. My eyes shone with a look that made her feel weak. She has never been alone with a older man before, she is nervous. Not until I had seen the feelings of desire in her eyes had I been sure of what I would do. She is ready. Her body is ripe and cried to be touched. It is my responsibility to teach her the things that all women should know. First on the list, her beauty.

Sitting on the velvet love seat, my eyes traced the curvature of her body. Jade squirmed under my inspection. Nervous, she spun around in the clingy dress and sought my approval. Her beauty I said was indisputable and it was time she knew it, ” Do you trust me?” Words whispered and carried to her as sounds of approval were met with a nod.
” Jade remove your dress, it’s time you see what I do.” My voice is deep and sounded somewhat foreign. The look on my face she has never seen. Moisture gathered within and she squirmed. ” Jade. . . .” Looking up at me, she whispered, ” I’m afraid.” Nervously, she bit her bottom lip. Her vulnerability enflamed a fire already burning out of control. Words painful and believed spilling from her trembling lips. Too much neglect and rejection had shattered the self-worth of the exquisite young woman. Her sadness reinforced my determination. She had to see what is so obvious to the rest of the world. Her beauty is powerful. Turning her around and now facing the dark wood mirror that hung above the dresser, I again nudged her towards nudity. Our eyes met in the mirror and with fear coiling within, she nodded. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she lifted the green silk over her head. Only in black heels she stood. Her eyes downcast, Jade waited for my instruction.

Taking her delicate chin in my hand, I lifted her head. In the mirror, our eyes met once more. My gaze held hers. Her pale skin trembled and goosebumps appeared on her pale arms. Time stopped and I held my breath. Jade is even more beautiful than I had imagined. ” Look at yourself . . . you are perfection personified . . . look.” She did. nice firm breasts stood proud with small rose colored nipples. A flat stomach that would lead to the object of any man’s countless sleepless nights. Two perfectly symmetrical pink lips are exactly as I had imagined. Need intensified deep in a place that reason could not enter. Eyes locked on her nude image in the mirror, she watched me step behind her. Trembling she feels her nipples tighten and a warmth radiating through her. Eyes wide as she watched the mirror transfixed as two hands grasped and lifted her breasts. Caressing and kneading the tender flesh I spoke. ” Look at yourself . . . you’re beautiful,” and rolling her dark pink nipples between my fingers, I continued, ” Your breasts are perfect. Men dream of such beauty.” Between each compliment I kissed her neck. ” You believe me, don’t you?”

” Yes, John,” said in a manner that is both part moan and part whisper. Sandy feels a pang. She knew this is wrong. She knew deep down she should make this stop but it just feels too good. My hands, lips and words made any protest pointless. She never wanted me to stop. Sadly, she realized she might not be a ” nice” girl. Sadness is quickly replaced by rushes of pleasure through her petite frame as I released her breasts and gently stroked her slightly curved hips. Compliments and caresses continued as she watched me in the mirror. Her body feels what the woman in the mirror feels but her mind feels numb. Holding her hips firmly, I instructed her to look between her legs. Jolts of electricity are released as I gently ran one finger down the center of her pussy. She watched as I stopped above her slit. Looking into the mirror my glazed eyes met hers and I smiled. ” Your mine tonight?” Sandy nodded at my words. She belonged to me. Nodding, she beamed at me. Trust radiated from her bright eyes as she looks to me. ” Undress me Sandy, you have a lot to learn tonight.” With slender hands that are trembling, she turns and begins to undress me. Alarms sounded but she pushed them away. Now nude myself, I looked down on the beautiful young woman. Patience warred with animalistic urges as I struggled to move slowly. I didn’t want to frighten. I wanted to claim. Pulling her chin up, I stared down into her trust filled eyes and feel my resolve shaken. Everything in me twisted and turned as rising desire demanded relief. She had been the one to try and kiss me. The coffee had become a bottle of wine, which had then become two, and she knew she’d had too much and was probably making a foolish decision, so that is why she was also the one to break off the kiss so suddenly.

Then I grabbed her, hard and fast, she is unable to comprehend at first, for it all moved too quick. I grabbed her around the arm and shoved her hard up against the wall and it hurt where my fingers had gripped and bit into her, it hurt as her head hit the wall behind her, as I push her roughly and held her there with the weight of my body. But it did not matter if it hurt, for my lips are on hers once again, but this time the kiss is hard and forceful. My tongue is in her mouth and my body is pressing against her and my hands are on her breasts, and her waist, gripping her tight. She is helpless to fight against me, not simply because I’m physically stronger than her, but because she seems to lose all will to fight in the face of my determined lusts. She did try to struggle after a moment, briefly, ineffectually, as her wits had return and that sensible part of her brain told her this is wrong and I shouldn’t be allowed to do this. So she tried to pull her face away from me, tried to push me off her, but my teeth clenched and an anger flared in my eyes and I gripped her shoulders with brutal force as I pushed her once again against the wall, this time with far more strength. She literally saw stars as her head hit hard against the wall behind her, her stunned groan entirely unwitting, but I gave her no time to recover, reaching up with one hand to entwine it in her long hair at the back of her head and pulling down hard. She whimpers out loud with the sudden pain, but cannot get out any further sound, for my lips are on hers once again and my tongue is back in her mouth and she stops trying to struggle for fear of what I would do and instead just kissed me back.

She is gasping for breath by the time I pull my face away from her and she took advantage of the respite merely to draw air deep into her lungs, her eyes locked onto my face somewhat fearfully. She sees a cruel amusement in my expression, worse, condescending disdain, as if I had always known she would respond to such harsh treatment, as if I had expected nothing less. My free hand, the one not holding her by the hair at the back of her head, clutched roughly at her breast so that she cannot help but utter a low sound of surprised pain. Something else flared in my eyes then, she thought it was satisfaction, pleased to hear her cries. As she stared up at me in that moment of respite, I still push my body against hers and she is pinned to the wall, my hand on her breast, the other painfully pulling her head back by her hair, she knew then she truly feared me. Feared me and desired me also, desperately, and overwhelmingly. I grabbed her wrist as I stepped away from her, not saying a word, just pulling her suddenly, sharply forward, so that she stumbles and had to use her free hand to grab onto me so as to steady herself in case she fell. I gave her no time to regain her balance, I grabbed her by both arms and shoved her again forward, this time onto the bed.

She fell forward, half on her stomach, half on her side, then quickly scrambled to turn over before I’m on top of her, because she knew by now I wouldn’t wait to see if she was comfortable or if she was unhurt. Her pain meant nothing, I cared about. I will satisfy my desires and I will use her to do so and if it hurt her or if it pleasured her is entirely irrelevant and she is even more afraid of how quickly she has accepted that. I’m on her before she had managed to turn completely over, which meant I only grabbed her shoulder roughly and pulled her back round to where I wanted her, then planted my lips down on hers again as my hands move down to grip her waist. She knew what I was doing and she is helpless to say whether she wanted it or not, for I’m not giving her a choice. I just pushed my hand down, finding her panties and yanking them down, then shoving my hand in them and all of a sudden, my fingers roughly push up inside of her. She cries out loud, though her sounds are muffled by my mouth still on hers, as I roughly jab three fingers all at once into her. It pain is intense as it was rough and sudden, but it would have hurt more if she wasn’t already so wet. She is dripping, far more than she thought was normal, for she is already well lubricated and ready for me and it both surprised and shamed her that it was so, that she could respond so to my rough treatment of her like this.

I pull my fingers out most of the way then shove them in hard again, hurting her so that she arched her back and unwittingly tilted her face away from me as she did so. I let her, my smile viscous as I watch her whimper beneath my touch and she thought about begging me desperately to be more gentle with her, except she is too afraid I would only use that as a reason to hurt her more. Afraid, also, she secretly didn’t want it like this to begin with, unable now even to trust herself. I thrust my hand into her three, four, five times, each time harder than the last, using powerful thrusts until she is crying out helplessly with each thrust, before I pull my fingers quickly out. All of a sudden she found my fingers, sticky and smelling of her, at her already bruised lips and pushed inside her mouth. She tries to turn away, gagging hard, she did not like this, did not like to taste herself, but I would not let her and grab her hair once again with my other hand and turn her head just as I wanted it and made her lick my fingers clean of her juices. I’m grinning nastily as I did, no doubt seeing that her eyes are glassy with tears from her fear and pain, but knowing she is not fighting me, rather she is responding more to each new degrading moment. Then, suddenly, I push myself back off her. If she had ever been going to stop this, if she had ever been going to fight, now is the time. This is when she can get herself away from me. This moment alone she will have to be free.

She did not move, as I push myself back to stand at the side of the bed where she lay. She continues to lay there, looking up at me fearfully and clutching the blankets beneath her with frightened, anxious hands as I lean over and grab her panties, which are still around her thighs, and yank them down. I pull them from her legs, which involved more than a little cooperation from herself, she lifts her buttocks to make it easier for me to do this, not kicking out with her legs so I can remove them quickly. Again, she feels a spike of shame, she is letting me do this to her, but she cannot help it, she cannot help herself, not as she found herself left uncovered and exposed to me. She tries to hide her pussy, though why she knew not, for surely I had already gone too far for her to suddenly become coy now. I only slapped her hands away hard and she knew better and left her open and exposed again, her juices evident on her inner thighs, staining the sheets beneath her. She turns her head, not wanting to meet his eyes, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment and shame, but I only laugh and as she hears the zipper of my pants open, she cannot help but flick her eyes back, drawn to this, not able to stop it. After that zipper, I undid my belt buckle, then the buckle of my jeans, and then slipped the belt through all the loops, taking it from my pants.

I forced her legs apart with my knees, but she is afraid now, afraid of me and her response to me, and twisted slightly before I can move onto her. The snarl on my face is angry and my weight shifted suddenly. Tears springing to her eyes as she moved herself back round to where I wanted her and when I kicked her legs out wider, she did not fight me, not even as she feels me there, between her legs, the thick hard threat of my masculinity, ready now to take her, whether she liked it or not. I shoved into her, hard. All the way, all at once, so long, so thick, larger than any partner she’d previously had, the very few that there were, and seeming to tear her open with the brutal suddenness of it. She cries out, unintelligible words, she isn’t sure if she is trying to beg me to go slow, to have mercy on her, or if she is trying to tell me, she wanted it all the harder. What she wanted would make no difference anyway, I will take out my lust and my desires on her regardless, and now I pull back and shove into her again and if she thought my fingers had been rough, if she thought they had hurt, then it is nothing compared to my long hard thick cock. I thrust myself in and out all the way with thrusts deliberately designed to hurt and she found herself only pushing back against me, willingly raising her hips to meet mine.

She almost orgasms immediately on my entry into her, which shocked her so bad, she almost forgot to be ashamed. She has never climaxed via penetration, vaginal orgasm just did not exist in her experience, she needed to stimulate the clitoris to get anywhere even close and even then the few partners she’d had over the years hadn’t really been able to satisfy her properly. She’d just grown accustomed to knowing she’d have to do it herself, which was fine, she guessed, that was just the way she worked. Yet now, as I shoved myself so deep, so rough, inside of her, she feels it build suddenly, that familiar sensation, and it only took two or three hard thrusts to bring her to climax. She tries to hide it, clutching at the sheets beneath her and biting back on her lip, but I did not slow and I did not hesitate as I continue to shove myself inside her until all of a sudden she can hold it back no longer. Muscles spasm, body tightening, the groans she had tried to hide escaping from her bruised mouth as for the first time ever she came entirely from the penetration of me inside of her.

That moment was a release in more than one way for her. I did not rest, she had cum, although it hurt more now, she did not try to stop either, instead continuing to push her hips back against me as I dictated our speed and thrusts. Following my lead as she did purely what is pleasing to me alone, she merely tried to do what she could to enhance my pleasure, as if that is all that mattered, and so at the moment it was. She did not try to hide the soft cries, she involuntarily made with each hard painful thrust inside her. She feels as if she can hide nothing from me now, so she let me see the complete affect I’m having on her, or at least, she stopped trying to pretend I couldn’t see it, and just let me have my way. Her hands stopped clutching at the blankets beside her and instead now she brought them up to my waist, clutching at me, as if I were the only thing she could cling onto to save herself from drowning in this experience.

Sensible thoughts flickered through her mind, momentarily there, then forgotten in the sensations of me; knowing I wasn’t wearing a condom, knowing despite her surrender, she in effect has little choice, aware that if she had fought, had outright refused, I would have raped her anyway. Not caring for any of it, only desperate now for me, pushing her hips towards me, clutching at my body, crying out with the pain and the pleasure of the feel of me, prepared to do anything for more of me, anything at all. She wanted my pleasure, she wanted to feel me cum inside her, I had made it very clear I cared little for her pleasures or pains and is solely concerned with using her for my enjoyment. Yet she adopted this also as her goal and worked towards my climax, focused entirely upon it. If she had been brave enough to beg me now, it would not have been for mercy. She would merely have begged me for my seed, to spill my fluids inside of her, and to use her as I will.

There is no warning for her second orgasm, which merged immediately into a third, and left her so stunned, so shocked, that she feels the tears again at her eyes. Just as she had never experienced orgasm from vaginal penetration before, so she had never climaxed more than once in any sexual experience. Yet now her body betrayed her and she found it hard to cope, bucking beneath me as I laughed low over her, a sound of power, and control. He came myself then, as if I had waited entirely for that moment, shoving myself inside of her all the way, she seeing my muscles stiffen, the clenched jaw expression of my face and feeling me inside her jettison load after load of white, sticky cum, she knew she should be worried about it. But she couldn’t, she just raised her hips to meet me, feeling the spasms inside her, the pumping ejaculation as I made sure she took every drop I had and not a drop spilled. Then I took a deep breath and rolled casually off her.

She continued laying there, half naked, sticky, used and abused and stunned. Her body feeling exhausted, her mind is confused. She feels tears in her eyes, she feels dark shame and humiliation all the worse because she had so willingly participated in her degradation. Yet for all her exhaustion, for all her confusion and shame and humiliation, her body feels satisfied. She feels satisfied and surprisingly grateful. After a moment, she turns her head to see me sitting there on the side of the bed, leaning back on my arms and watching her. She didn’t know what to say, only swallowed hard and waited for me to speak first. ” You’re not finished yet…call your manager, your taking tomorrow off…then call your babysitter, your staying here tonight.” I told her, the first words I had spoken this entire time. She didn’t know what I meant, so she opened her mouth to speak, to ask, she just could not find the words. ” I… I don’t understand…” she tried quietly, not sure if she meant it in regards to what I said, or rather to the entire experience. I only reached out one hand to her, after the desire was satisfied and some sense of normality had returned, she flinched away from me. I did not let her get too far, only taking hold of her shoulder and pushing her up. She shifted her weight so as to do as I indicated, sitting up beside me on the bed, she made the phone calls.

Then she found herself surprised when I pushed her insistently, almost threateningly, until she realized suddenly I wanted her down on the floor. ” I’m going to mount you,” I said as she stumbled a little from the bed, not sure what was going on. Her body is a lush young Venus which any man would get a hard on seeing nude like she is now. Her rounded pert breasts whose taut-tipped nipples showed so clearly. Her tiny girlish waist to round hourglass hips, her belly is flat and smooth, and the soft little mound of her pussy swelled gently upward between full well-shaped thighs. From there her long shapely legs tapered downward to the very tips of her toes. Her black shoulder length hair framing a heart-shaped young face that invariably turns heads. Her bright blue eyes are large and full of innocence, with long dark lashes. She has a tiny tilted nose and a ripe red young mouth that beckons even when she is frowning. Her complexion is very smooth and without blemish, white with twin roses in her cheeks. To say that Jade is a beautiful young woman is a understatement. To say that she is proportioned altogether sexily for a twenty six-year old woman is hitting the nail on the head. She has that youthful allure every man dreams of. I sat on the bed staring at her kneeling in front of me.

Her eyelashes flickering slowly on her eyelids as she stares up at me. She sees me sitting there holding my massive penis in one hand, lifting it up over my mature hair-covered testicles, totally naked. My eyes glowed wildly, totally unlike anything she has seen. She has never had a man look like that at her, then I’m standing before her now, with my penis in my hand, some milky droplets glistening in the small opening at its tip, my eyes shining with lust. My
penis seems so much bigger and thicker, covered with a road map of throbbing blue veins. Her nostrils flared, as she feels her heart palpitate faster. Instinctively her trembling fingers move lightly down over the heaving mounds of her shapely breasts, down over her nicely curved belly, then down…into the soft, dark pubic triangle between her shivering legs. A soft gurgle rose from her throat as her fingers slip in through the smooth, moist opening of her pussy lips and further still towards her softly sucking vaginal mouth. Jade begins breathing heavily as she pushes her fingers in through the velvet smooth wetness, then pulls them out again with a gasp. She is experiencing a sexual awakening with a man 29 years older then her. I became her lover at that moment, as she positioned herself on her hands and knees. I came to her with my immense penis in my hand, spreading her legs wide apart, struggling forward with my hairy legs in order to seek entrance in the warm moist opening of her wet velvet glove.

A groan of exquisite joy escaped her parted lips, I kept her turned on. She takes sharp breath in, her nipples are tingling with heat, and the entire triangle of her loins is fluttering and full of butterflies racing around like mad. Her throbbing breasts rose and fell irregularly, alive with emotion. She looks back over her shoulder at me, large as life I’m leaning over her, moving down onto her small body, grating my dark hairy chest all over her back, rubbing her smooth white skin with my rougher flesh, breathing hotly onto the back of her neck, my enormous penis sliding forward in..in through the sensitive wet portals of her hot young cunt…plunging forward…electrifying her hypersensitive little clitoris with my cock, massaging it around agonizingly in a way that made her beautiful dark head strain backward, her mouth open and echoing sharp, urgent little cries, the muscles and veins in her neck standing out, pulsating with un-quenched desire again, striving for an impossibly beautiful orgasm…and then suddenly there I was laying my weight on her back.

My arms wrapped around her torso holding me hunched obscenely over her back. Jade groans as my hips thrusts relentlessly back and forth…as my burning hot penis disappears into her, then came out again, sleek and glistening, out to its full thick length…but at such a furious pace that it took her breath away…she gulps and imagines…