"Uggg," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her widespread cunt lips.
"Oooohhh, no, Roger, you can't! It's too big, too big!"
"Just relax," he panted with a sadistic lewdness. "You don't want Mark to think you don't like men, do you?"
He wrapped his hands tightly around her twisting waist to hold her securely atop his cock. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between her cuntal lips.
"Stop it! Oh, please, Roger, stop itttt!" she cried out as the tip of his penis slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Miriam felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure. She jerked her eyes open in fear and pain and saw his triumphant grin. Oh God, he was tearing her in two and enjoying every moment of it! He and Mark and even the dog, Buck – they were all sadistically watching with joy as she suffered above the slow remorseless penetration of her defenseless loins!
Suddenly the grin on Roger's face faded, and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He would stand it no more! He had to fuck her now! He felt the overpowering need to possess her, and wondered if it were a sign of love. Damn, at this moment, he would even be willing to marry her, just to fuck her! Savagely, he thrust his hips up off the rug, and at the same time, with his tightly cupped hands pulled her smooth curvaceous buttocks down over his long, thick cock.
"Arrrgghh!" she screamed at the top of her voice as she felt his raging fleshy hardness slice deeply up inside her excruciatingly stretching cunt. There was no stopping him, his throbbing hardness pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in lewdly rolling waves before it.
"Oh God!" she groaned. "You're splitting my cunt!"
She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as thought it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny shreds as he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury.
There wasn't one tiny ridge on it that she could not feel as it sunk tight into the soft flesh of her belly, like a blade enclosed in moist warm sheath.
Roger lay still for a moment, his face directly below hers. God, she was tight! The crazy thought came to him that perhaps she had lied to him, and she had never been married before. Maybe the only fuckings she'd had before were done by boys like Mark! Well, if that was the case, then he'd marry her and fuck her to death!
Miriam, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep up inside her stomach, the thickness of Roger's cock jerking up another half an inch as he flexed inside her vagina.
"NNNNngggg," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting with the throbbing pain.
"So how does it feel to have a man inside you instead of a little boy's prick?" he tormented below her, flexing again.
"Aggg," she groaned deeper this time, the cords of her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"I said, how does it feel with a man's cock inside you?" He flexed again, grinning up in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
"Ohhh, I love it, I love it," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed contemptuously.
"Ohhh, I can't! I can't," she prayed above him. "Not with little Mark here!"
"Beg me to fuck you, bitch!" he repeated. He throbbed his huge, lust-hardened member deep up inside her quivering belly again. "Beg now and show him what a real cunt you are!"
"Ohhhh, Roger, don't make me, please!" She fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one further humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else; her love for him and his son, and the love they held for her in return, even what little self-respect she had left – everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. She just couldn't!
"Beg, you bitch!" he demanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Let Mark hear you beg me to fuck you!"
"Ohhh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "D-do it to me Roger," she managed to whisper. "Do it to me."
"Not like that bitch," he demanded, "Say fuck me."
"Oh, fuck me," she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word. Her shame and degradation were complete now. She was a filthy whore now, nothing better than a dirty gutter whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of the future. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was left of her and crushed it with unfeeling cruelty. There was no hope left, nothing, nothing but the huge, fleshy hardness buried deep inside her burning vagina.
Roger sensed the loss of this last remaining ounce of resistance left in her soul, and digging his finger harshly into the skin of her waist, he began a slow, rocking motion up between her wide-stretched thighs. He felt her tight narrow cuntal passage involuntarily widen with each short smooth stroke he took and heard her cry and groan in helpless defeat as she surrendered above him. It was rhythmic music to his ears! Even though she fought him, positive in her own mind that she could never sexually enjoy a man, he was convinced that there was a latent hot streak beneath her surface that simply had never been turned on before. The brutal ravishment of her body when she'd been young and innocent… the warping teachings by her frigid mother… no wonder Miriam had turned to boys for her needed release! Well, he'd stripped her down to nothing but her naked soul, and perhaps he could now rebuild her into a raw, squealing mass of unrestrained desire. He'd do his damnedest to fuck her until he turned her on, he vowed – and this was just the beginning!
Miriam thought he was going to rip her in half and his battering penis would bore up through her lungs and come right out of her mouth. She gurgled crazily, suddenly wanting it to hurt. She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was, and viciously she began to screw her cunt down over his unmercifully rampaging cock, attempting to destroy it while it too was killing her. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of masochistic desire coursing through her blood. She had lost the battle against the obscene man's angry rape, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills along the base of her spine. Her body began slowly to respond as it never had before as she felt the slow rhythm of Roger Trenton's cock skewering wetly up inside her. New delights were racing through her with every upward lunge he made. God, what was happening to her? Then she knew, and deliriously she accepted her new experience. She was being ignited by an older man at last! Whatever he'd done to her, Roger had found the key!
Her whole body started to twitch and writhe above him and she moaned uncontrollably as she lowered her head and shoved her tongue with sudden complete abandon into the moistness of his mouth. Low hums of servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting with her new-found passion, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the flowing strands of her soft blonde hair. She could feel the throbbing wet hole of her pussy flowering open to receive instead of reject his cock, the pain of taking a man-sized penis up between her legs slowly fading for the first time she could ever remember. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slaved down into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. Yes… God, yes! This is what she had been waiting for! There was no longer any thought of resisting him… of anything but the delicious sensation of kneeling above this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him what he was giving her.