He's surprised, but cannot stop

"What?" Randy froze deep inside Lady Marlton's tightly clenched passage. She was so tight, virgin tight, but she said...

"I'm sorry I lied, Mr. Fuller." Miss Charlotte's voice was small and strained but her words were clear even if her intentions were not. "I was afraid, you wouldn't..." She moaned sweetly as he shifted his weight and his cock moved inside her. Any concern for the pain his deflowering was causing Miss Charlotte was overpowered by the wave of pleasure that surged from his loins, he rocked forward and sank a little deeper into her tight passage eliciting another moan this one slightly louder than the first.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Miss Marlton gasped as even as she arched her back lifting her breasts in what had to be a subconscious invitation considering her lack of experience but the effect on him was as intense as anything he had ever witnessed. Miss Charlotte bit her lower lip and then after a shallow breath she wrapped her arm around his head and pulled his mouth to her neck and whispered into his ear. "To ravish the innocent daughter of your bitter foe." Her hot breath on his ear burned as fiercely as her coarse words. "To fuck her, oh Lord, to fuck her virgin cunt hard." Under him he could feel her hips start to rock and he eased even deeper into her tight passage until his pelvis ground against hers, in spite of his best efforts to be gentle he knew he was hurting her. But he couldn't stop. He pulled back and then pushed into her again feeling her teeth sink into his shoulder, but that didn't stop him.

Again and again he rammed into her as she rocked underneath him, she still gave the occasion whimper of discomfort when he drilled particularly deep into her bumping against her cervix, but she was clearly adjusting to length and girth of his member and her vocalizations were becoming more needy. In no way did the gradual easing of her passage diminish Randy's pleasure, he could feel the pressure building in his loins, a unstoppable wave of pleasure that he knew would explode into Miss Charlotte filling her like a spring flood surges up a river mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Miss Marlton was grunting with each of his deep thrusts, encouraging him on. With the trauma of his initial entry over, she was once again whispering in his ear. "You're fucking her. You're fucking her tight little cunt." Randy was surprised by the coarseness of her words, but he had to acknowledge that Miss Charlotte's earthy language was driving him even faster towards the massive climax that was building. "You've opened her sealed passage, deflowered her in her own room." Her long legs were wrapped around his waist and he could feel her nails scraping across his back. "You're fucking her virgin pussy with your long, fat, hard cock. Oh God!" She wasn't whispering any longer. "You've ruined me for any husband who'd have me, no one could ever fuck me like this!"

Charlotte couldn't believe what she was saying. Or more importantly what she was doing. She could hardly claim that Mr. Fuller had taken advantage of her, not after she had all but dragged him to her bed and spread her legs for him like a sex-starved concubine in some desert sheikh's hareem. But Mr. Fuller was so big and strong, there was nothing she could do to stop those powerful thrusts driving into her. Not that she wanted the outlaw to stop, but knowing she could do nothing but lie there and submit to his demands, sent her mind spiraling off into a melange of shameful fantasies.

Nearly every book in her secret library contained scenes of huge men overpowering helpless virgins; pressing open their thighs and forcing their swollen members into the struggling captive and rupturing their maidenheads just as Mr. Fuller had deflowered her. Of course those chaste maidens had resisted - she wiggled experimentally under him almost afraid he'd stop - but Mr. Fuller was long past the time he might stop. She bucked her hips and twisted her torso harder than before, this time he grabbed her by the hair and held her tightly to keep her just where he wanted her to maximize his pleasure.

"Oh yes!" She heard herself encourage him as if it were some other woman being fucked, not her. Charlotte could picture exactly what she must look like lying naked on her bed with that great man between her thighs; as she squirmed against him again, her mind began to fixate on one of those erotic of fantasies in particular.