Roger Trenton was not a drinking man per se. A martini before dinner or a bottle of wine during the meal, but not both – otherwise, he was apt to lose too much control over his reasoning and will-power. As he thought in self-torture, he had last Saturday with Miriam on the picnic… But here it was Saturday again, and he was sitting at two o'clock in the afternoon with his third brandy-and-soda in his hand, and feeling quite drunk…
The sadly contemplative biology instructor had been maudlin all week, plagued with feelings of doubt and guilt over what had taken place up in the hills with the English teacher from school. Damn! He was such a fool! He'd wanted her almost from the first time they'd met, his loins firing with sexual need every moment they were together. With an experienced man's instinct for such things, he felt she was as attracted to him as he was to her; and more, she was as sensual as she was provocative. Considering what he thought she was like, he couldn't blame her for reacting like a feline in heat to him – but neither could he be angered over her sudden switch back to modesty. Who could respect a woman otherwise? Christ, she was a voluptuous, curvaceous female; but so was a whore. He wanted a woman who was sensitive to affection and discerning in her choice of men, as well as being beautiful to look at.
Roger sighed, scratching the head of his large German Shepherd dog beside him before taking another deep swallow of his drink. Christ, if his blatant pressuring hadn't shocked Miriam enough, his impulsive proposal for marriage must have really jolted her. Hell, it had jolted him! What had ever possessed him to ask such a thing? Did he love the blonde-haired English teacher, or was it merely a bad case of the "hots" for her? Well, until he'd made love to her he wouldn't know if he was in love with her…
He smiled thinly at the idea. He'd had all sorts of dirty dreams lately about fucking Miriam half to death, but he could see plainly that he wouldn't get another chance to score with her soon the way things were going. He'd sat down with one brandy-and-soda in an effort to calm his misgivings about seeing her again. He'd had no thought in mind about getting drunk, but as he'd mulled over the way Miriam had obviously avoided him all week, he had allowed the one drink to flow into a second, and then into this third. It was past two o'clock in the afternoon already; he was late for his date with her; and at the rate he was swallowing the brandy, he might not get there at all.
Last Saturday, she'd told him not to apologize any more, but he knew that she was still upset and troubled, and he figured it had to be over his stupid actions then. A half-dozen times during the school week he had set out for her office after one of his classes to say once again that he was sorry, but something of pride always seemed to stop him halfway there. What bothered him were her so-called "reasons" she'd refused to give, and all her crap that they did not concern him. Horsepucky! If her reasons, whatever they were, were stronger than her affection, then she was obviously not that interested in him. Why the hell should he be crawling around on his knees? She wanted to keep their relationship at a distance, then damn it, he would treat her as an object, not as a woman whose feelings must be considered!
"Right, Buck?" he said to his German Shepherd. "You don't give a damn if the bitch is a collie or a husky, so long's you can climb on her and stick it in her hole, right?"
The dog barked as if he understood, and wagged his tail thumpingly against the floor.
"But Miriam is a human being, I'm afraid," Roger Trenton sighed regretfully. He sank back in his chair with his drink pressed to his lips. Sure, he could get as righteous as he wanted to, but he knew deep down he was only kidding himself. Miriam was much too beautiful a person for him not to be more tender and understanding toward her. He was acting overly impatient, considering he'd known her less than a month. Perhaps in time, if she was willing to open into a warm, intimate relationship with him, they could find a mutual, shared love and trust…
"D-Dad?" an anxious young voice called to him.
"Mark?" His father turned around in his chair to survey the boy embarrassingly standing a short ways away. All of Roger's thoughts about Miriam evaporated with one look at his stricken child, for he saw the pain in his expression and the puffy rings around his eyes. "Why, Mark, you've been crying!"
"Yeah, I… guess I have been," Mark replied, his chin trembling as he tried to hold back a fresh stream of tears.
In spite of his mind feeling velvety from all the liquor he'd consumed, Roger was immediately concerned. He'd been both father and mother to the boy for so long that there was nothing he wouldn't do to help him. He straightened up and said: "Come here, son. Something's bothering you."
"You… you won't get mad at me? No matter what?" the boy said in a fearful whisper, taking a hesitant step forward.
"Hey, don't mink that, son. We've been too close for you to believe such a thing. I'm your pal, remember? What happened? You flunk a test?"
"Ohhh," Mark suddenly burst into tears, and he crushed his young body to his father, almost upsetting the brandy glass on the table. "Oh, Dad, I've done something awful!" The youth was a quivering, guilt-ridden soul. He hadn't slept a wink all night, constantly thinking of how he'd left poor Mrs. Dodge sprawled naked and her legs wide open back in the gym. How could he have allowed such a thing to happen when he loved her so much? Now he'd hurt her, and he didn't know what to do or where to turn except to his father. It had taken most of the day to screw up enough courage to tell of what he'd done, but he had to do it and hope his dad wouldn't hate him or turn him over to the police. He couldn't go on living feeling this bad, not another day!
Roger was terribly upset over his son's behavior. His first off-hand guess that Mark was troubled over school work was wrong, he could see – besides, his child was too level-headed for that. He tried to recall his own teenaged days and what had been the source of his problems, and recalled that they had almost entirely been over puppy-loves. Well, Mark was growing up; it was time for him to experience some of the agonies of budding sex.
"Hey, I bet I know what it is," he said jocularly, keeping a smile on his face to show encouragement and understanding. "It's about a girl, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, in a way. A… a woman. A grown-up woman," Mark sniveled helplessly. "Mrs. Dodge, m-my English teacher. I love her, Dad, I really love her!"
Roger was gripped with the wildest temptation to laugh out loud. How normal! How perfectly innocently natural, and to top it all, Mark thought he was in love with none other than Miriam! But one look into his son's pain-flecked eyes and he knew that to laugh now would crush him to the core. Instead he soothingly said: "Well, don't feel bad. She's a lovely woman, Mark, and I bet half the kids at school have a crush on her."
"But… But they didn't do what I did to her," Mark groaned.
"What was that, son?"
"I… I…" Mark took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed together as though expecting an executioner's ax to fall. "I… I raped her!"
"You what?" Roger dropped his jaw open like it was shattered glass. "You did what to Mrs. Dodge?"
"Me and Jo – me and some buddies, we made her drunk at the dance last night," the boy uncontrollably blurted out. "We got her up to the gym storage room, locked the door, and then made her lie down all naked on one of the mats. Then we fu – then we took turns on her, over and over, in her snat – down between her legs and sometimes even in her mouth! Then we left her there, lying like she was dead. Oh, I don't care if she wanted us to do it to her, she didn't at first. I hurt her, Dad, I know I hurt her plenty!"
She wanted us to… for some reason that phrase burned deeper in Roger Trenton's brain than all the others of his son's confession. He felt as though he'd been struck over the head with a baseball bat and his breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Christ, he'd heard rumors about Miss Flannigan but he'd chalked that up to gossip. Boys loved having fantasies about being man enough to make love to a woman, and a desirable woman like Miriam would replace old Flannigan on this new year's list with no trouble at all. But this was his own child telling him! God… was it possible? Mark… with Miriam, his Miriam! His insides churned with the lewdness of the very idea, but it was too wild a story not to believe!
"Now you're mad at me! I can tell! You hate me now!" Mark struggled against his father in his effort to break free, but Roger held his son tightly to him in a firm but gentle grip.
"No, son, I'm not mad," he said, trying to calm him. "I… I simply was shocked for a moment. I… I don't understand, that's all. I mean, you called it rape, but – the way it sounds to me…"
"But I forced her to do it with me," Mark blubbered helplessly. "It wasn't like last Sunday, when she was nice and kind and told me she was my new mommy…"
"She… she said she was your mother?" Roger gasped in a hoarse whisper. Good God, what had that woman been up to with his boy?
"Y-yes," Mark said, trying desperately to explain things and make them better. "When I saw her playing with herself in her shower, she took all my clothes off and then we got on her bed, and she wanted me… wanted me to…"
"Fuck her!" Roger blurted, before he realized that he was talking to his own son. "She wanted you to fuck her!"
"Uh-huh," Mark nodded, wiping away his tears with one tiny balled fist. "It was the first time for me, and… boy, did it feel good! It felt good when we all did it to her last night, too. That was kind of fun, but I know I hurt her deep down inside her heart. And I love Mrs. Dodge like I love you, Dad. That's why you gotta do something, Dad, you just gotta!"
Roger felt seething anger begin to boil up inside his chest. Christ, she'd seduced his own son the day after she'd coldly turned him down. The gall of that bitch! He looked at his tearfully pleading boy, feeling at a loss to know what calm and rational advise to give one so young which wouldn't harm his growing mind further. Yet all the while he tried to contain the increasing flames of resentment and bitterness that were licking higher at the alcohol in his blood…
"Son, you didn't rape her," Roger said slowly, carefully. "If Mrs. Dodge wanted you to make love to her last Sunday, then she's the type who'd want you to do it again to her last night. You said yourself that after a little while she did. I bet it was just that there were so many of you boys that she was scared at first."
"Gee, you think so?" Mark whimpered eagerly. "You think maybe she doesn't hate me, and maybe I could go see her again?"
See her again… to fuck! Roger swallowed thickly, gazing at his young boy seeing for the first time that despite his tender age of fourteen, Mark had been forcibly wrenched into the beginning stages of adulthood, whether ready for it or not. So he doubted that the experiences would shatter his development – but now, what could he tell his son? Not to ever see Mrs. Dodge again because what had been done was dirty and sinful? He himself had tried to get into her panties, hadn't he? Mark would see right through his lie, and much of the trust he'd tried to bridge between their generations would be lost. He had to play it straight and honest with his child, as he'd always done with him…
"Tell me, Mark," he said after a moment, "would you want to continue making love to Mrs. Dodge if she wanted you to?"
"Gosh yes!" The lights of hope and love sparkled in the youth's dark eyes. "Gee, Dad, you're really swell. You understand! Do you think you can make things right again?"
"Let me think…" Roger relaxed against the back of his chair, patting Buck with one hand idly while he sipped the last of his brandy with the other. He had to protect his son… but it was too late for much of that any more. Mostly, he wanted to punish Miriam. He wanted to punish her so cruelly that she'd never forget. Half-drunk, smarting with righteous indignation at the way he'd been taken in by her phony front of modesty, Roger Trenton suddenly was filled with an insane desire to fuck that bitch like his son and all his buddies had fucked her. What a fitting retribution for the shameless little child molester, he thought wickedly…
"Son, Mrs. Dodge kept saying she was your mother, didn't she?"
"Sure, but we both knew she was only make-believing."
"Well, make-believe or not, how about all three of us going over to her house now? You, me and Buck. After all, if she's your mother, then I'm her husband, right -? and husbands have their rights too, you know!"
"Oboy! You mean make it a family affair?"
"That's the ticket, son… if you don't mind me sharing her with you."
"Gee, Dad, how could I mind that? I think it would be great if you could love her as much as I do! And Buck too!" he added innocently. "I'll put on a clean shirt and we'll go!"
He raced excitedly to his bedroom, leaving his father smirking with his smoldering, liquored emotions. In the momentary silence? Roger was beginning to feel a doubt, wondering if he could really do such a terrible thing to Miriam. But then he thought of what she had done to Mark already, and he knew that he had hit upon the perfect answer. A bitch she was, all right… he would follow through and exact his revenge, debasing her in front of Mark's eyes forever. A harsh lesson, he mused as he scratched the large Buck's furry ears. But a proper one befitting the crime…
Miriam Dodge's Saturday had been one of the most miserable she could ever remember. Now, alone in her house, she had spent the time since she'd awakened at noon by weeping silently. The painful and disgusting recollections of her depraved ravishment by those three sadistic boys last night kept sweeping over her tormented mind, their vivid images flashing over and over in torturing repetition.
She wrapped her thin, pale-blue nightgown tighter around her body, hugging herself with her arms as if bitterly cold. Her whole naked form beneath the flimsy, semi-transparent gown shivered in the throes of convulsive tremors as she tried desperately to shake the lewd memories which filled every inch of her heart and head. She knew that she should be overwhelmed with remorse and repugnance, but she was not – and that was the most horrible part of all, frightening her more than all else combined. For her returning nightmares were not so much of the vicious horrors that had been done to her on the smelly mat in the storage room, but rather of her own indefensible submission and lewd performance…
Her obscene rutting with those three nakedly abandoned aged fourteen boys, egging them on and demanding more of their virile young penises hard in her belly and mouth… her cumming, cumming, continual cumming… her awakening to find herself splayed nude and soaking wet where she'd been heartlessly discarded when they'd taken their fill of her… God, her body had been a mass of bruises that had centered around her breasts and inner thighs. Her flesh had been rubbed so raw that this morning she'd been too sore to dress, and even the soft nylon gown pressing against her skin was enough to send sharp waves of pain shooting through her body. She had dazedly gathered her clothes and slipped them on despite her agony at their touch, and managed to clean herself up before leaving the room and stumbling back to the cafeteria. The dance was about over and Harlow Cartwright had been searching for her. He had grudgingly accepted her excuse of having suddenly fallen ill "with the flu", though one good glimpse at the heavy lines marring her preciously fresh skin had been enough for him to raise an eyebrow of suspicion. But she had remained silent, never hinting to the principal or his ugly wife what had actually taken place.
And, she promised herself as she sat now in the chair, the appalling truth would remain locked in the confines of her soul forever. To expose the whole sordid affair could only add to her troubles, the publicity of the lurid details opening the door to full disclosure of all her previous sexual perversions. No, she was emotionally ruined for life, but at least she still had a chance to run… run again, as she always had when uncovered for what she was.
Before this day was through, she vowed, she would find the inner strength to dress and pack her suitcase. She would drive out of Logansville and never, ever return. She would compose a letter of resignation and mail it on Monday from some far-off place, the sacrifice of the money owed her worth the pain of another moment in this hellish town.
Her only dread was that Roger Trenton would show up for their day-time date before she had time to pull herself together. There could be no good-byes with him, for although she had come to realize that she truly loved the older man, she had to hide the sickening facts from him more than from anybody else. It wouldn't be fair to make him or his lovely son Mark suffer for what was essentially her own doing, her own miserable failings. God, she had to get started… but somehow, she couldn't seem to find the will to lift herself out of the chair.
There was no more question whether she could trust herself or not. It was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following her perverted desires once the evil urges beckoned.
No pledge or promise had been able to endure for longer than a few short minutes when faced with lewd temptation. God, what would happen to her later on? At this rate, what would be her end?
A thundering racket snapped Miriam from her tortured thoughts. She realized after a shocked moment that someone was banging his fist violently against her front door.
"What…? Who's there?" she called out fearfully.
"Open up, Miriam!"
"Oh!" Miriam gasped as she recognized the voice of Roger Trenton. Roger! He was already here! And he sounded so angry! God, had young Mark confessed to him? Had he seen something was wrong and pried the horrid truth out of the boy? She stood beside her chair, afraid to open the door.
"You want all the neighbors to hear what I've got to say to you, Miriam?" came a ferocious yell. "Open this Goddamned door before I break it in!"
She unlatched the door against her will, afraid of what he might do or say if she didn't. "What do you want?" she asked hesitantly, opening the door a crack… and then she was roughly thrown back against the wall as Roger burst his way inside.
"Shut up," the furiously glowering man sneered at her. She could see he'd been drinking again, his face all reddened from his heavy dose of alcohol. "All right, son," he called over his shoulder. "Come on in and bring Buck with you."
"Oh no!" The blood drained from the tormented woman's face as she saw young Mark Trenton and the giant German Shepherd walk into her livingroom and stand beside Roger. If there had been any question, the slightest doubt why Roger was here, the sight of the boy and his dog vanished it from her mind. "Oh God, no," she moaned again, looking back up into the savage face of the man she loved. But Roger was no longer that sympathetic, compassionate lover. He was a stranger now, his features cruelly twisted into lines of ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for revenge and punishment. He knew… he knew what she had done!
"Roger, darling… please listen to me," she whimpered up at him, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears, "Let me explain, please…"
He walked over to where she stood almost naked, and stared down at her with hard, contemptuous hatred in his eyes. He did not speak, only a silent, rage-filled expression lining his anger-contorted lips.
Miriam quivered in her fear and shame. "Say something, Roger, say something," she prayed to him in desperation. She didn't know him now at all, and her humiliation was replaced by the fear that he was going to kill her. She almost wished he would.
"You fucking, kid-sucking bitch!" He spat the words so harsh and cruel that she winced beneath their impact. He leaned over and grasped her thinly clad shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deep into the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many other little boys have fucked you since we've met?" he rasped. "Your whole English class? The whole Goddamn Freshman football squad? Mother!"
He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her mouth harshly to him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his hands on her throat caused her to jerk her face away.
"You bitch," he snapped. "I didn't hear that you were squirming away from Mark!" He slapped her hard, flat across the cheeks, jerking her head to the side so hard she thought certainly he had broken her neck. She tried to twist away from his madness, but he only slapped her again, this time across her other cheek.
"Roger! Roger! You're killing me! You're killing me!"
"Not that way, I won't," he laughed cruelly down at her. "I have a better way of making you wish you had never been born! Take off your nightgown, Mother dear… or should I call you my wife? Yeah… take off that nightie, wife and get bare-ass naked!"
"Please, Roger," she sobbed mournfully. "Please don't make me. Not like this in front of Mark!"
"Why, you slut! He's seen you naked more times than I have. And he's fucked you, remember? I'm the one who hasn't had that pleasure before! Now, strip, I said!" he snarled viciously, and suddenly gripped the front of her loosely tied gown. He gave the thin material a twisting wrench, and her nearly transparent flimsy gown was open down the entire front of her body.
She could feel a cool rush of air slide beneath the opened cloth and begin caressing her naked flesh beneath. Her hands rose automatically to cover her exposed nakedness, but she dropped them quickly away as she realized that there was no more use in trying to hide. Roger was right; he and his son had seen everything she had to offer. Even the dog, Buck, had watched her naked on a blanket. Sobbing more quietly, she stood in passive defeat as Roger Trenton pulled the gown from around her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She trembled in her humiliation, totally nude in front of everyone she had ever cared about.
"On your knees, wife," Roger commanded from beside her. "Get down on the floor. Now!"
What else could she do? she thought, then suddenly felt the smarting whack of the enraged man's hand upon her buttocks. "Do as I say, Miriam," he snickered lewdly. "A husband's word is law!" Another resounding painful smack stung at her backsides, and she almost leaped as she hurried to kneel and obey his maddened commands. She helplessly cowered in front of his wide-spread legs, but as she looked up at him pleadingly, she suddenly gasped for breath.
Roger Trenton was unbelting his pants with almost feverish haste. He dropped his shorts and slid off his pants, throwing them and his shirt in every direction. Within seconds he stood towering over the stricken, terrified woman, his naked, muscular body gleaming softly in the dim room's lamp-light. Miriam's eyes trailed down his maturely developed chest, and groaned abjectly as her panicked gaze locked upon his erect penis. She had felt it in her hands and on her inner thighs before, up there on the picnic blanket the previous Saturday afternoon. But now she saw its length and breadth for the first time, and its enormous size filled her with dreaded awe. In comparison to the little teenage boys she'd known – even in terms of her ex-husband's normal size – Roger's throbbing fleshy hardness was monstrous! She could feel her insides cringe at the thought of trying to accommodate even half of it. He grinned luridly down at her, enjoying her openmouthed terror, and dropped one hand to lightly stroke the heavy foreskinned shaft when he caught her stare fixed upon it.
"Like it, my bitch of a make-believe wife?" he leered with vulgar delight. "I think this will satisfy your hunger where lots of younger boys have not!"
"Roger, you… you can't do this to me!" she whispered weakly, aware that little Mark was standing by. "My God, you'll kill me. I can't take a thing like that up inside me!"
"Yes," Roger smilingly taunted down at her. "You are, Miriam. Or would you prefer me going to the police?"
"Ohhhh," she groaned, hopelessly sobbing. Tears now streamed in flowing wet rivulets down the sides of her cheeks, and despite her gripping terror, she knew she would give in to him. She knew she had no choice even with his fourteen year old son watching. "Oh, God, then do it to me quick, and get it over with. Please, Roger, please…"
Roger gazed down at the moaning, pleading woman, and something inside his heart began to soften his savage sense of hurt. Damn, Miriam was so luscious, so curvaceous. He had only to look down at the distorted expression of pain and suffering which twisted her lovely face… and at the way she pressed her thighs back from his expected assault… and he knew deep down that unwillingly he was weakening to her charms again. He realized belatedly that much of his anger at what Mark had told him was envy at the thought of the beautiful woman being fucked by his young son's cock; that he was as jealous as he was enraged. He knew that now to be the truth, and he felt a little twinge of shame mixing with his burgeoning raw lust for her.
"No, my make-believe wife," he said in a slightly softer tone. "No, I'll try and make you love it, even if it takes me two weeks to do it!"
He dropped to his knees beside her, pushing her backward with his hands upon her softly trembling breasts, until she lay spread out flat on her back upon the spongy soft carpet. Miriam closed her eyes tight again to close away the shame and fear of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless against his cold cruel gaze. The further humiliation of having young Mark standing there watching her like this momentarily made her want to scream. She opened her mouth in torment, but was too paralyzed with guilt to make a sound. Instead, all she could do was lie still, with her thighs wide apart, her breath coming so fast she felt as though her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had the long thick cock extending out from his loins sunk deep inside her belly.
Roger bent over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. His lips and tongue roamed wetly over the palpitating mounds, and though she tried to stop the feeling, a tiny tendril of sensation unwantedly descended feather-like to her naked loins below. God, she couldn't be reacting this way to a full grown man now even in the smallest bit! It was insane! But as he continued the slow tortuous licking of her flesh with his tongue, a blissful little twitch made her buttocks begin a slow, hardly noticeable grinding down into the rug.
"I'm going to fuck you," Roger moaned as his lips caressed over the soft sensitive skin of her breasts, his eyes still hard and cruel with the greed of his desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want little Mark to see you twist and squirm when a man-sized cock sinks into your baby-loving little cunt. I want him to hear you beg and scream for me."
Miriam lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness seemed to excite her a tiny bit more, but again she thought of how he wanted to merely use and humiliate her, and the beginning desire vanished from her mind. To lie beneath the man she'd thought loved her as nothing more than a receptacle for his lewdly gushing sperm and lust was a thousand times more degrading than even the three young boys' rape of her last night. The hateful mauling of her body by a father whose young son and huge dog eagerly were viewing was too much for even her to take! She could never respond passionately to him; she knew she couldn't! She would submit because she had to, but only in tormenting pain…
Suddenly Roger slipped down on the carpet beside her and wrapped his arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuating all the way through her soft inner thighs and trapped on the other side between the crevice of her fear-clenched buttocks, his lips clamped wetly over hers. He moved his loins hungrily against her hips, and then she felt his long, sensitive finger slowly smoothing down their naked bodies to teasingly find her throbbing, tight vaginal mound. He dipped a little lower, down between the soft, hair-fringed pussy lips, spreading them open against her will to tease her tiny clitoris. Miriam couldn't hold back a soft mewling cry from the tingling sensation, and as she parted her lips, he thrust his tongue deep inside her saliva-moist mouth. She groaned around his long wet tongue with helpless despair, futilely trying to keep control of her perversely rising emotions.
Then, without warning, the older man rolled her over so she was lying on top of him. "It'll be easier on you if you ride up and down on my cock," he murmured huskily. "Kneel on either side of my hips, and ride me like a pony. Come on, do it!"
Miriam complied without hesitation, knowing full well that he would only hit her again if she defied him further. She levered up on her arms, her long blonde hair flowing down over her head and sweeping the naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with their erect little nipples lightly touching against his skin. She kneeled, straddling with her thighs splayed widely on either side of Roger's hips. She could sense his hardened penis pointing directly upward at the finger-moistened slit of her pussy.
She thought of what was going to follow, and tossed her head from side to side, tears streaming down the delicate conformity of her cheeks. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she could see him holding the length of his cock in his hand and taunting it up against the spread pink flesh of her cunt with its hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of its satiny warmness against the tingling skin of her vaginal opening instigated unwanted little carnal sensations which instantly spiraled upward through her naked loins. But then…
"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.
"I love you, Roger Trenton," she gasped when she raised her face for air. "I never thought I could love a man, but I do. I love you, darling! I love you!"
Roger could only listen and marvel at the words of sweet surrender which were flowing from her glistening lips. He hardly could believe his ears! Less than an hour ago, he'd been a savage, punishing brute, but now he was her pleasure-giving lover! Miriam was offering herself to him… all of herself, body and soul, if he wished to have her.
He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body, and felt the long smooth muscles beneath her tanned silken skin ripple lightly from his hungry touch. He felt the warm, moist walls of her vagina gripping at his buried hardness deep inside her belly, and his brain spun wildly from his heady, erotic victory over her nakedly splayed body. Christ, he possessed her! He really did… and now he knew that no matter what, he loved her too!
Miriam flattened her knees out so that they pressed against Roger's muscular sides. She slid lower and lower on his long, thick penis, moaning with newly-discovered rapture all the way down until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls pressed tight up into the open crevice between her asscheeks. Then she lifted herself up on her knees so that his lust-engorged cock, gleaming moistly from her secretions, came slipping into Mark's view watching from behind. With a softly dreamy sigh, she drove her thighs back down again, ramming the whole of his wet fleshy hardness deep up inside her until its head battered against her cervix. The now deliriously excited woman abandoned herself to all the searing sensations she'd never thought could exist for her, sliding rhythmically up and down over her lover's penis until she felt as though she could almost cum by just her own gyrations.
Unable to stand by and watch the passion-inciting scene another moment longer, young Mark Trenton jumped up from where he'd been crouched behind his father and Mrs. Dodge. He'd been told by Dad on the way to his teacher's house to wait until he was called, but staring at every tiny thing that had been happening had goaded the youngster's mind beyond endurance. His lean young loins blazing with desire, Mark quickly shed his clothes and rushed around to kneel beside the straining couple's tightly clasping bodies. He reached out and cupped the woman's naked dancing breasts, teasing and kneading their proud round firmness until it seemed as if they would burst from his fascinated manipulations.
Miriam became aware of the boy's movement near her head, and she moved her face up, opening her eyes. She could see Mark rubbing the taut full moons of her breasts, his slender youthful penis jutting erectly from his loins with his hot, innocent excitement. She gave a small gasp of protest, feeling momentary pangs of guilt and shame, but then she felt Roger quickening his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, and she groaned in abandoned greedy passion.
"D-Dad?" the young boy anxiously asked. "Gee, I'm going to shoot it off on Mrs. Dodge's back if I can't do something soon."
"Put your cock in her mouth, then, son," his father said from below. "Have her suck you off while I fuck her."
"No," Miriam protested momentarily, the humiliation of being pummeled between father and son flickering lewdly through her mind. "No, that's not right… Ohhh, God!"
"We're a family, wife-y dear," Roger grinned maliciously up at her, taking obvious satisfaction from her distress. "Go on, son. Stick your cock inside your new mommy's mouth!"
Mark gripped his hardened boyish prick in his hand, and moved around so that its rounded virile tip grazed against Miriam's moistly glistening lips. "Suck me, Mrs. Dodge," she heard the boy pant delightedly. "Like you did Joey's and Don's last night! Oh, suck me, Mommy, suck me toooo," he moaned ecstatically.
Miriam's unconscious mind rebelled against the lewdness of orally accepting the darling boy's delicious young flesh. She fought her desire to surrender to Mark as well as his father, but her body had already betrayed her will to resist. The only reality was the searing fire that was burning deep in her throbbing pussy, the flames licking out between her thighs, crying to be drowned by the tormenting man's penis fucking faster and faster up between their wetness. She couldn't fight her all-consuming lusts! She loved the both, and was totally theirs to do with as they wished!
With animal-like groans of passion, Miriam reached up with one of her hands and began to stroke young Mark's jutting prick. She hovered near him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his hardened virile penis. She held it tightly between her fingers, stroking it teasingly up and down until his slender loins were undulating in time to her maddening rhythm.
Her head dropped slowly forward to the fleshy penis of the boy, and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring tauntingly into the wet tiny gland at the end. Mark sucked in his breath from the delightful contact, chills rippling along the back of his spine, a groan passing between his lips. She brought her mouth down all the way with a moist, warm, pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic band around it just below the sensitive head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his youthful testicles gently with her hand as she began to suck with stroking rhythm the entire length of his hardened rod of flesh.
"Christ!" the boy groaned, staring down at his teacher's passion-contorted face. "Christ, Dad, this is the greatest!"
Miriam could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his slender penis a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing gland as she felt her own loins nearing the bursting point from Mark's father's rigid shaft pumping deep up in her cunt from below.
"Harder, Roger, fuck me harder lover dear…" she chanted in muffled rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be ripped apart by the two buffeting Trenton males. Great huge waves of delightful sensation swirled through her. Her entire kneeling body was growing… growing… ready to explode… burst into a thousand colored fragments between the twin cocks which were fucking her simultaneously, her body sandwiched between them as though she were skewered all the way through and their cockheads were touching on the instroke somewhere deep, deep up inside. She sucked wildly on the prick surging into her mouth, and thrust her loins down, screwing herself on the thick pistoning cock splitting up into the walls of her vagina below. Yes… Oh God, yes…! This was heaven! If only it would never end! If only there was more!
And as if in obscene answer, she heard Roger hissingly order from beneath her, "Buck! Here, boy! Come here, Buck and hump her in the ass!"
Miriam choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins. God, what was he trying to do to her? No, oh no, he wasn't meaning for that great huge dog to…! Her mind whirled frantically and she moaned with rising horror around the thrusting boy's slim cock in her mouth as she heard the German Shepherd trot closer from the corner in which he'd been waiting.
"No, Roger! Oh God, don't let him fuck me too!" she moaned around young fourteen year old Mark's cock in her mouth. "Please, don't let Buck do anything!"
"Relax, Miriam," Roger chuckled with salacious delight. "I love you, Miriam, but you're a bitch at heart. A bitch in heat, and besides, consider this all in the family!"
"Ohhh noooo!" Miriam moved to close her thighs, but the dog stood and growled viciously as if in warning. She froze in her lewd fucking position – thighs spread wide over Roger's hips and with her legs drawn in against his ribs. She didn't dare move as the huge beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned buttocks. "Roger! I'm afraid! He'll hurt me!"
The man below her laughed again in obscene desire. "Don't worry. Buck is trained well. He won't harm you – as long as you do as he wants!"
The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless woman's smoothly upturned buttocks and sniffed them appreciatively. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had truly found a bitch in heat. Miriam moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed softness where Roger's penis was inserted and then moving wetly up to the burrow slightly in her outer fleshy anal ring. For a moment she tried to squirm away, but the dog growled again and Roger's hands grasped her tightly around the waist, impaling her immobile upon his rigidly thrusting cock.
"That's it, Buck," Roger urged excitedly. "Now lick her! Go on, lick the little bitch's pussy slit and asshole!"
The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-filled pink edges of her cunt up to the tiny, sensitive little circle of her tightly puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered valley like a knife through soft butter, curling and flicking relentlessly between Miriam's wide-spread buttocks. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the Shepherd's lapping and sniffing of her loins, shuddering and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation he was forcing her to enjoy. He worked like the savage beast he was, and his rutting lust was slowly driving her mad, his merciless tongue lashing her to servile defeat. The huge tongue was crushing her resistance with its vigorous and unrelenting attack upon her sensitively responding genitals for interminable minutes.
Miriam's body became lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips back against that maddening probe between her buttocks. Oh God, the dog's tongue felt good back between her legs! She had never expected it could be like this, that an animal could bring such feelings from her body. Her love for Roger and his son incited her further. Her updrawn thighs opened and closed around the tormenting cock that was still fucking gluttonously up into her flame-seared vaginal hole. The lips of her mouth clasped tighter as she sucked with all her might around the excitedly sliding young prick of Mark before her.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to give the magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmm!"
Then she heard his master's voice command: "Fuck her Buck, fuck her!"
The huge German Shepherd leaped to obey. He mounted the spread mounds of Miriam's buttocks, paws on her back. His glistening, scarlet penis slipped wetly from its furry sheath, its tapered point sliding and dancing in her hot, wet anal crevice as the animal trembled and jerked over her naked body. The narrowly expanded crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation; the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down against Roger's hips. Miriam could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking between her wide-spread ass cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening search for some hungry hole in which to thrust the heavily throbbing point of his animal cock. But where? Where could Buck fuck her? Roger was already in her cunt…
"Reach back around and put his cock in your ass," Roger commanded suddenly. "Go on, reach back and put it in your asshole!"
God, no! Not there! Not in her rectum! To be sodomized by a giant German Shepherd! That would be the ultimate of degrading perversion! But strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She suddenly had to have it in her! Her belly was screaming for it!
She took her hand from young Mark's testicles and reached down underneath the grinding flesh of their bodies to grasp the full length of the dog's heavily pulsating cock. Her tightly closed fist stroked it softly in reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her palm and the moistly seeping liquid of excitement trickled from the blood-inflated tip. She guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised at the pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it there with her one hand drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum. God yes! She wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass!
"Yes, Buck, fuck me there," she mumbled through her cock stretched lips as the beast thrust his giant penis in an urgent probe against her for several seconds, trying to lodge itself into the tight, straining anal hole.
And then Buck did.
With a growl of bestial delight, he jerked forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus – and then a sudden pain so unbearable that she twisted and groaned, trying with all her strength to get away. She no longer felt human as the huge dog-cock slithered far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She jerked back up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she jerked up, the dog rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her anus.
"Ugggg, God!" she grunted in pain.
The triumphantly smiling Roger Trenton leaned his head up off the carpet, his emotions still mixed, and hissed near her ear! "Like being fucked in the ass by a dog, honey?"
And that made it a million times worse, to know that her every reaction was being watched and enjoyed by another man and a fourteen year old boy. His words and victorious smile was mockery and insult to her, droning on until some of the pain in Miriam's rectum from the giant dog's entry began to ease a little.
But then, "Uggggg!" she grunted as the dog began fucking into her in a frantic humping rhythm. His giant animal cock seemed like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly, expanding with each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Miriam could feel the monstrous animal cock racing brutally into her raw, torn backsides, and she strained back against the grinding assault, groaning incessantly as the pain slowly subsided. A masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the searing firebrands of pain that raced from her totally filled anus to the rim of her own still dutifully sucking mouth. Her rising sensations of overwhelming lust were fed by the very helplessness of her lewd squirmings beneath the rapacious dog. The German Shepherd fucked inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building – building – deep in her belly.
It was alive in her! The hard rubbery tip pressing up against her stomach lining inside, the thin folds of flesh between its length and that of Roger's cunt-imbedded cock, the tickling hairs of the dog's testicles brushing in the crevice of her buttocks… they were all part of her! She was one with them… and in spite of her pain, her tongue involuntarily began sucking even more hungrily at the youthful hardness between her lips. Her nostrils flared again, drawing in the delicious pungent scent of the excited boy's genitals deep into her body, and it mingled there in a strange erotic marriage with the feelings of the two throbbing cocks lodged deep in her soft white backsides. They all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted around the older man's penis as the lascivious sensations raced through her flesh.
Miriam's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain had receded to where she could only feel a maddening electric fire that burned uncontrollably deep within her backsides. It seared relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh, licking through her cunt and anus and dancing across the milky white flesh of her widely splayed buttocks, spreading up through her greedily contracting belly and out to the tips of her pink palpitating nipples, which peaked into hard tiny buds. Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down the sides of her full pulsating breasts, which were sensitive to even the brushes across Roger Trenton's heaving chest.
She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two fleshy impaling cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to their harshly pumping thrusts. They felt as though they were fusing deep up inside her bowels with the young boy's penis fucking her mouth, becoming one with all her being. They had crawled into her, had become a part of her! And she was one with them! She and Roger and Buck and darling Mark – they were all one fleshy mass of wild erotic sensation, merging magically together by their love and nakedly locked genitals!
"Fuck me!" Miriam hissed through her sucking lips. "Oh God, all of you darlings! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore!" The fire licking through her body was fanned yet-hotter by the knowledge of her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which the three were holding her. She drove on unheedingly, almost ready to cum and unable to stop. Sweat was pouring from her writhing naked body as she strove wildly for her end – an infinitesimal second away.
"Hot bitch, hot bitch," Roger Trenton beneath her mumbled over and over as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cock deep up into her mucous lined cunt. He could feel the white hot cum building up inside his bloated testicles as they beat hard against his own upturned buttocks. He was ready to explode!
"I… I'm cummmmiiiinnngg!" he groaned wildly, and Miriam could feel her insides splitting painfully apart as the head of his deep-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to split her in half. It began to spurt, and she could feel his delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like streams of hot molten lava into the cavern of her pink quivering passage. The hot walls of her pussy milked spasmodically as the boy's father continued to spew out his completion, filling her womb and foaming out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his cock.
She was being driven insane!
She couldn't let it stop!
"Oh fill me too, Mark!" she groaned incoherently around the young cock fucking crazily in her mouth. "Cum in my mouth, my darling!"
Fourteen year old Mark Trenton groaned over and over again; his hips working crazily as he felt his own moment had finally arrived. He could feel his fresh virile sperm begin its mad dash along the full length of his glistening, pumping cock and begin to suddenly spurt out in hot thin surges into her hungrily sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his youthful sperm deep into the wetness of her throat. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his squirting hardness as far up inside her widely ovalled mouth as he could. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment, his cock deflating slowly between her lips. But still the woman continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm boyish seed from his slender prick.
"Oh, God… oh God…" she shivered beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. "I'm cumming… I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!"
Miriam screwed her buttocks insanely back against the dog so that his penis bored far up into the expanded rubbery recesses of her rectum. Her breasts heaved and quivered down against the skin of Roger's sweat-gleaming chest, the tiny hardened nipples brushing across his skin like little diamond chips. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he pantingly fucked into the waving buttocks from behind, saliva dripping from his jowls onto the gleaming sweat of her naked back. She screamed again and rammed harder against the dog just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its burning semen in hard thick spurts deep in her greedily clasping anus.
With a deep-throated groan, Miriam began to vibrate uncontrollably as she could feel Buck's animal sperm shoot deep up into her gratefully welcoming belly. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the thin, powerful squirts surged wildly up into her open bowels, her smoothly rounded buttocks contracting spasmodically as the hot wet passage of her rectum squeezed desperately at the jerking cock. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly locked anal muscle, and small trails of his warm wet animal cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle with Roger's cum and her own orgasmic secretions. Her backsides glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh, as, nearly unconscious, Miriam slowly rolled off the three now-limp penises which had so completely filled her every orifice. She lay half comatose between the sprawled naked bodies of Roger Trenton and his son, her legs falling open loosely from the warm sense of total satisfaction which flowed through her lifeless flesh.
The German Shepherd stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious satisfaction. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his head to the wide-spread split of her loins and licked at the white sticky liquids flowing from her still quivering cunt and anus. He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no more, and Miriam was entirely clean along the crevice of her buttocks. Then he lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, blonde-curled slit of her dually ravished pubic mound.