Ross smiled—approving, amused, and utterly in control.
Without waiting for a command, Brenda climbed onto the bed. Her body shook with every movement, but she forced herself forward.
She moved over him, positioning herself above his massive cock. Her thighs quivered as she lowered herself slowly, knees sinking into the mattress.
Her eyes fell to the monstrous thing between his legs, pulsing with anticipation. It looked even bigger up close—almost comically large, but there was nothing funny about what came next.
Brenda swallowed hard.
She hovered just above the head, letting the swollen tip press against her slick entrance. She was already wet—whether from fear or submission, she didn't know. But the moment the head kissed her folds, she knew it wouldn't be easy.
She tried to lower herself gently.
Her lips stretched wide, trying to accommodate his girth, but he barely even entered her. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging into his skin.
Then Ross grabbed her hips.
"No—wait—!"
He pulled her down.
Brenda screamed.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Her body was forced to take him. The head slid inside with a burn that made her eyes water, and then more—inch after merciless inch.
Her back arched, her voice rising in a sharp cry as her inner walls stretched far beyond anything they'd known before. The pain was sharp, raw, almost blinding.
Colleen turned away, her own stomach twisting as she heard the sounds of Brenda's body being filled.
She could see the outline of Ross's cock pressing against the skin of Brenda's lower belly as it slid deeper inside her, distorting her shape. It was surreal, obscene.
Brenda's hands trembled where they gripped Ross's chest, her thighs spread wide, hips shaking as she tried to steady herself.
Her mouth hung open, a moan caught in her throat as her body tried to adjust, to survive the overwhelming invasion.
Ross was patient, but firm. He held her there, grinding her down inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her.
"There," he whispered, almost tenderly. "Now it isn't that hard, is it?"
Brenda's head dropped forward, her hair falling like a curtain around her face, hiding the tears that dripped silently down her cheeks.
Brenda nearly blacked out from the pain. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her breathing ragged and shallow, her mind struggling to process the sheer fullness inside her.
But she wasn't prepared for what Ross did next.
"Ahhh…" she moaned, startled, when his lips closed around one of her nipples. His mouth was hot, wet, and mercilessly skilled as he suckled and teased the sensitive bud.
A jolt of confused pleasure shot through her spine. Before she could catch her breath, his hand found the other breast, fingers toying with her second nipple—pinching, tugging, twisting.
The pain made her flinch, but there was a disturbing flicker of pleasure woven into it, igniting something in her that she didn't want to acknowledge.
And then came the final touch.
Ross's other hand slid firmly down to her backside, gripping her ass possessively. With unyielding control, he began guiding her body—lifting and lowering her slowly along his massive cock.
Brenda whimpered, barely able to breathe as the motion forced her walls to stretch again and again around his length.
"Stop… please… give me time to adjust," she begged, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "It's too big…"
But her pleading fell on deaf ears.
Ross didn't speak. He didn't need to. His hands continued their careful orchestration of her body, treating her like a puppet on strings.
She was moved, manipulated, made to ride him even as her mind screamed for it to end. He wasn't brutal—no, he was worse. He was deliberate.
Gentle in his rhythm, but firm in his control, like a musician playing a melody he knew would break her.
And yet… something unexpected happened.
A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips.
"Ohhh…"
At first, she didn't even realize it had come from her. But the sensation had shifted. Somehow, amidst the pain and shame, a sliver of pleasure had pierced through.
Her body, traitorous and confused, began to respond.
Her tight inner walls, which had resisted him so fiercely before, now pulsed around his length—clenching, releasing, almost rhythmically.
It was as if her body had found its own desire, independent of her will, and it now welcomed the massive intruder as if it belonged there.
She gasped as each downward stroke rubbed against something sensitive deep inside her, sending tiny sparks of pleasure racing through her belly.
Her hips twitched, moving involuntarily in time with his gentle thrusts. Her body was waking up—no longer just enduring, but slowly, terrifyingly, beginning to feel good.
Her cheeks burned with shame.
How could it feel good?
Why did her body betray her like this?
Ross's hands never stopped. His mouth remained latched to her breast, suckling hungrily. Her nipples ached, tingled, screamed for more.
The mix of pain and pleasure blurred until she couldn't tell them apart.
She was riding him now, slowly, rhythmically, her body guided but not entirely unwilling. Her thighs quivered with effort, her breath came in short pants, and her moans—quiet, shaky moans—began to fill the room.
Ross looked up at her, eyes half-lidded, a knowing smirk on his lips.
"You're adjusting beautifully," he murmured against her skin.
Brenda didn't respond. She couldn't. Her body had already begun its descent into something she could no longer resist.
Brenda almost couldn't believe it—what had started as pain was now turning into something entirely different.
Her body, which moments ago had fought every inch of Ross's girth, was now accepting him, clenching tightly around him, as though it didn't want to let go.
Her moans grew louder, softer at first, then slowly more drawn out. The helpless trembling in her legs hadn't stopped, but now it was from exertion and something darker—need.
Each time Ross raised her hips and lowered her down again, he hit that same deep spot that sent waves of heat radiating from her cunt.
Her arms trembled where they braced against his chest, her thighs shaking with every slow motion.