0 comments/ 269516 views/ 17 favorites Preacher's Wife is a Slut Ch. 1 By: oliver Bang bang bang! What the hell is all that noise? I stumbled out of bed and opened the door to my bedroom. The light streaming into the living room, blinding me as I made my way to the front door. I was still naked and didn't realize it until I got to the door. I went back and grabbed my bathrobe. The two women were descending the front stairs when I opened the door. I realized at once they had woken me to "save my soul", I saw the bibles under their arms. Needless to say I wasn't impressed. "What the hell are you doing banging on my door" I exploded. They turned around, stunned at the sound of my booming voice. I stand 6 foot 3 and almost 240 pounds; hard physical work has kept most of my body firm and muscular so I suppose I appeared to be a raging giant from the bottom of the stairs. One of the ladies appeared to be in her 50's while the other one couldn't have been more than 30 but seemed to be dressed as if she was much older. The older one said something about their Christian duty and was ready to beat a hasty retreat. "I work nights so even though it's the middle of the day to you it's the middle of the night to me so I would appreciate it if you didn't come around here banging on my fucking door." I wasn't explaining, I was pissed and hoping it came across. I thought that would be it and was turning to go back into the house when the younger one started apologizing "I'm so sorry to bother you, please forgive us" she said, "we won't bother you again" She looked at me and then away almost embarrassed; there was a natural softness and genuine apology in her voice. It was soft and submissive and I found myself immediately attracted to her vulnerability. The older women grabbed at her arm turning her around and marched her down the drive. I watched her go, noting the golden blond hair and soft round curves of the young woman. It was summer and the weather was warm but she wore a small white sweater over her flower print dress. The hem came almost down to the ground. Most women might have undid one or two buttons that ran the length of the dress but she had every button done up. The picture perfect respectable church lady. The few words I had with her had given me another impression but maybe it was just my imagination it seems I was having a lusty little dream when I was awakened and now I was having impure thoughts about this sexy little prude. I crawled back into bed but just lay their fantasizing about the "nice girl" that had woken me. Finally I got up and made coffee, my semi erect cock, hanging heavy under my robe. I lived alone and didn't bother hiding any of my porn collection, I grabbed one form the top of the pile and pushed into the VCR. I grabbed a towel and some lube and sat down for a little stoking. That would take care of the lust for now. My 8-inch cock shimmered in the sunlight as my right hand moved slowly up and down its length. The action on the screen was heating up as one guy was trying his best to service two little nympho's. I heard something outside grabbed the remote and hit mute. It seemed to be a creak on the front porch. Pulling my robe around me, my cock losing some steam but still creating a small tent in front of me I walked to the front door and peered out the side window. I saw her at the bottom of the stairs, the young women from before, but this time she seemed to be alone. I pulled the door open. "Hey what the hell are you doing here again?" "I'm so sorry I lost my earring and was just trying to find it, I'll leave now, I don't mean to bother you please forgive me." She seemed to be a little flustered and her eyes kept traveling down my robe to the extrusion between my legs. It might be kind of fun pushing her a little. Inside I smiled put outside I just glared at her. "Come here" I finally said in a low demanding voice. She moved towards me cautiously responding but both afraid and attracted to the power of my voice and presence. "I don't think just saying sorry is enough, twice you've bothered me and it only seems fair you should take some responsibility for that." She stood in front of me, unsure of what to do, she was probably contemplating turning and running, but something seemed to hold her. It was like she wanted to have me punish her. "Where's your friend?" I asked wanting her to be alone. "She had to go make dinner for her husband" "And why don't you have to go feed yours?" Her head seemed to drop and now there was a little sadness as she spoke. "He's at a church conference this week" I couldn't leave it alone although I new I probably should. "Does he leave you alone often? " "Well yes but he's an important man in the church, a pastor and has a lot of people to help" "So you're a poor neglected preachers wife, come inside, I have the feeling what you really need is a good spanking." She pulled back as I said this, but I just took her arm and steered her though the door. "Sit down on the couch and wait for me, I want to get my coffee first." My voice was commanding and she sat down without comment. I knew this was going to be easy, she seemed primed, desperate for a little attention from a man. I had forgotten about the porno and when I came back into the room she seemed mesmerized by the sexual frenzy on the TV. I hit the volume button and the sounds of moaning and panting filled the room. She looked over at me waiting, not knowing what might come next. "You're just a horny little slut aren't you" I said Her voice seemed small, as if she was afraid to admit what she knew to be true. "Yes" "Were you looking at me through my windows before?" Again the tiny voice "yes" I opened my robe exposing my hard shaft, the lube made it shine and I took it in my hand and began to rub it very lightly watching her stare at it's size. "So watch me, watch my big cock" I stood over her my hand moving up and down lewdly waving my shaft in her face and she sat their as if in a trance watching me get closer and closer to exploding all over her pretty flowered dress. "You look like such a decent respectable lady but inside you're really just a nasty slut, aren't you? Stand up and take off that dress I want to see you the way you really are bitch." My words seem to send a shiver through her body, she stood and began unbuttoning her dress, it fell to the floor, and I could see the loveliness of her body. Her skin was flawless except for the splattering of freckles over her shoulders and upper chest. The huge globes of flesh strained her bra as if she bought it too small to trying to conceal them. It covered her breasts almost completely as if afraid to even let a little show lest they escape and show the world what a horny sexual beast lay inside. A narrow waist flared out to soft round hips still covered in very conservative high white panties. Her stockings came up her thigh and had a wide ban around the top keeping them up, covering her long shapely legs. I came very close to her careful not tot touch her, just feel her presence, smell her femininity. . "What do they call you?" I asked. "Susan" "I'll call you Slut" I whispered. I saw her shiver at the word. I unclasped her bra and stood back and admired her breast fall free of their constraints. They were large, the weight causing them to sag, but her large brown nipples still pointed straight ahead of her. "Suck your own nipple." I whispered. She raised the large breast to her mouth and closed her eyes as she suckled at her own breast. I came very close and whispered in her ear. "From now on you belong to me and I will do with your body as I please, You are my own personal slut and you will do everything I command no matter how degrading. I will use you and you will worship my hard cock. Now get down on your knees in front of me." Susan got down on her knees in front of me, my hardness in her face, she reached out to touch it and I slapped her hand away. 'I didn't tell you to touch me" "I'm so sorry please forgive" her head dropped submissively. "Stand up turn around and put your hands behind your back, if you can't control yourself I'll do it for you" I took the belt from my robe and tied her hands together behind her back. My lips went to her shoulders and I gently kissed her. She was completely at my mercy and my hands trailed up and down her body finally sliding her panties off. I noticed they were soaked. "You're a hot little slut, I'll have some fun fucking you wet pussy. Maybe even that tight little asshole, but first things first, now you need your punishment." I led her over to the dining room table and bent her over with her face flat against the wood. Her tight little ass pushed high in the air vulnerable, ready for anything. "Now you get the spanking you deserve slut" I whispered in her ear. I made her wait for the first slap on her tender white ass. I gently ran my hand over its flawless surface. My fingers trailed their way through her vulnerable crack pausing on the tight little bud of her asshole. She flexed her muscles and a shiver seemed to run through her body. She was enjoying this. The sound of the first slap was loud, the crack of my hand hard against her tender bottom. I continued my assault on her sweet little ass reminding her after each smack what a nasty dirty slut she was. You deserve this and more I told her as her ass turned a bright crimson under my hand. She sobbed and finally pleaded with me to stop. "I've learnt my lesson I'm you slut and I'll do anything you ask please stop please" she begged squirming on the table and pulling at her bound wrists. My cock raged hard, painful in it's desire. Her ass was there, so ready and instead of another slap she felt the head of my shaft pushing against her wet canal. She screamed now in pleasure as I buried myself deep inside her my body slamming against her tender red ass. I reached up and grabbed her hair pulling at her, ramming my cock into her with increased speed and ferociousness. Over and over I drove my cock into her listening to her moans and watching my large cock disappear into her softness. I felt her pussy clamp down on me and knew she was cumming. "You dirty fucking slut take my cock" I yelled. She screamed and withered against me as I slammed her hard against the table, exploding deep inside her belly. It was just the beginning. More to come! Please write with any and all comments. Preacher's Wife is a Slut Ch. 2 I closed the door to he bathroom and leaned against the wall trying to get my strength back. What was I even doing here? I was a decent respectable woman admired for my virtue and here I was in the home of a total stranger being sexually used by him. I was naked and my body felt sore and abused. The weird part was, I never felt more alive in my life. I did not even know his name, but I submitted myself to his wonton desire. I had been tied up humiliated, and used by him for his own pleasure. It was completely degrading and I loved every minute, even the pain. It was hanging over the toilet; I recognized it from my husband’s Office, it was a degree “Master of Divinity”. My God this devil who had dominated and degraded me was a Pastor. I guessed the fact that his degree hung over the toilet was probably significant. I would not be likely to find him at our church on Sunday. Peering closer, I read the name ‘Lance MacMasters’. I stumbled back and almost fell. That was my name, or at least my married name. I could hear him in the kitchen; he was singing or at least humming as he cooked. “Go take a shower,” he ordered with a smile, and a slap my bottom. It was light and playful slap. I loved how the mood could change. He was stern, hard and cruel one minute and the next, he was gentle and playful. The whole experience confused and excited me. I did not know how to deal with it and it frightened me and invigorated me. I turned on the shower and got under the warm soothing spray. My bottom stung as the water hit my spanked cheeks; it had been a long time since I had felt the sting of a good spanking. My father had done it to me up until I was fifteen. My mother had found more effective punishment and it had been discontinued to my regret. I had only been twelve when I discovered the incredible warm tingly feeling it gave me between my legs the wetness and desire, and later in my room in the dark, my fingers would go down and rub hard until I would explode my voice muffled in my pillow. I found out later it was wrong to touch myself like that and tried to stop, and mostly I did. But sometimes I would awake, my fingers rubbing, my mind reeling from the lust. Always there was a large man, dominating me, using me, and humiliating me. I washed my body thinking of how today I had not had any responsibility all I had to do was submit to him. He called me his "fucking slut". I had trouble even thinking those words let alone saying them and yet when I heard them they lit me on fire, fueled my lust. I wanted to be degraded, used and humiliated it made me feel alive, vibrant, and whole. “I’m his fucking slut, I’m his fucking slut,” I said that to myself as I washed my pussy rubbing it my eyes closed the bar of soap not being enough. I thought of what he said about putting his cock up my tight little bum hole. The thought revolted and scared me and yet I wanted it. I put my finger back there touching my tight sphincter. I use the soap to lubricate and began to force my finger inside my tight forbidden hole. One finger was not enough I tried to slide two. It felt so wicked; I pumped myself hard driving my fingers back and forth. I imagined it was his hard cock forcing it’s way into me. It hurt but he did not care and I loved it. My eyes were closed and it was the cool draft that alerted me to him. He had pulled back the shower curtain and stood there with a Video Camera. “Don’t stop Slut, fuck yourself hard, take three finger stretch your tight little asshole”. I could not stop; I was lost in my lust I wanted to show him what a slut I was. His eyes on my ass, I was bent over one hand on the cool tiles the other plunging deep into my tight hole. I heard him put the camera down on the counter and turn off the water. His hands were on my cheeks pulling them apart, giving me greater access allowing my fingers to get deeper. Lance stepped into the shower behind me. I knew what was coming and took both my hands and place them on the wall my little ass up in the air waiting for his thick bulbous head to push into me. He started with my pussy but it wasn’t enough, “Please, in my ass, please fuck me in the ass like a dirty fucking slut.” I could not believe what I was saying; I had never used language like that. I was out of control the lust and desire that had built up over all those years of boring '3 minute sex' was coming out. I felt so alive so decadent needing to be used and abused by his strong body. The pain was incredible, the sheer size of his member felt like it would split me in half, and my tight ass never having anything so big forced into it. He went slow, pushing at the tight ring, finally getting the large head inside. Working it in and out the head forced even deeper into me, the burning pain replaced by desire and an incredible feeling of wickedness. I felt his hands, first on my hips and then his fingers reaching around touching my clit, flicking the hard bud. I felt him pull hood away and his large rough fingers rubbed mercilessly over the engorged bud. I felt the feeling building bringing me closer. I shivered the tingle flowing through my aching body; he pushed harder into me. I heard him groan and felt the head insider my tiny asshole. Harder and faster, her drove into me, lifting me off the ground with his hard shaft. His fingers assaulting my engorged clit without mercy, pushing and pulling, rubbing hard, driving me closer to release. I thought I might never stop shaking, my body lost in and ocean of pleasure and pain, the feeling overriding every other existence. I was pressed tight to the wall my breasts pushed flat his shaft buried deep inside my aching helpless body. He kept cumming and cumming the liquid seeping out of my ass I felt the juice running down my legs cool on my thighs the. I felt used and dirty and wanted more but my sore body had no more to give. He had drained my body used and abused me at his will and I knew I would let him do it again, any time he wanted. “Thank you” I whispered. He lifted me and gently carried me to his bed. We rested; later we ate, very little was said. I was afraid to break the spell. He owned me completely nothing else mattered only him and the way he made me be. I felt this was only the beginning of a path I had to go down, a desire I had to fulfill. Preacher's Wife is a Slut Ch. 3 I had not seen her for over six months. She was married, to the preacher of all people and I had figured her little adventure with me had scared her too much. I never thought all that much of it, she had been fun but I knew it had no future. I had told her to find me if she wanted, I would leave it to her and I figured it was over. It was not a very good part of town but the best blues club was there so I had braved the cold and panhandlers and headed out on a Friday night for a little blues and booze. I almost never saw Susan; she stood behind a long table with huge pots of steaming soup. Ladle in hand, she and the other do-gooders had a long line of homeless waiting for their soup. It was one of the few worthy causes which churches seem to donate a significant amount of time. Maybe that is why I actually looked over at the people who had bothered to volunteer. The last time I had seen Susan she had smiled sweetly at me and looked a little ashamed as she left my place, guilty but satisfied I thought. I had been surprised that she had not come back for more. But who can figure the sexually repressed? Maybe the power of their own sexuality is to much and it becomes safer to just push it back down and try and forget they’re really sexual animals inside. Susan was most definitely the real thing when it came to a sexually repressed slut. On the outside, she was a sweet wholesome preacher’s wife but in her heart and mind, she was a slut. Wanting to be nasty and feel the power of a man use her and dominate her. I could do what her husband could not. I hadn’t thought the first time with me would be the last and had thought about seeking her out, finding her and taking her but had left it to her until now. Now she stood their all goodness and selfless in her ministry. I knew the deeper darker version and it excited me to stand there and think of it. Maybe I would wait until she had finished her good works and give her some of my bad works as a reward. I ducked into a small liquor store and picked up a Mickey of whiskey to fend off the cold. I slipped into dark doorway and waited. I am not sure I had anything particular in mind but as I stood sipping on my whiskey a plan started to formulate. My bottle was almost gone by the time they started packing up. She had not noticed me watching her, waiting for her. Surprise would be my alias. “Its OK, my car is just around the corner, in the big parking garage, I’ll be Ok.” I heard her say. I ducked deeper into the door and waited until I heard her pass. Following her, I stayed back far enough not to be noticed and followed her around the corner. She wore a heavy winter coat and hat covering her lovely blond hair. I did not have a good look at her but the memory of her large heavy breasts and flat stomach was tugging at my manhood. I felt the stir as I followed her into the garage the heels of her shoes tapping out a steady rhythm in the empty garage. I would take her by force right here in the cold gray garage, I wanted to feel my cock deep inside her, hear her yells and screams echo off the walls as I pushed hard into her tender body. She was almost at her car, I moved quickly as she turned the key in the door. I was behind her, pushing her against he car, grabbing her arms holding her tight. My right hand grabbed her arm-twisting it behind her, forcing her against the car. She cried out first in shock and then fear as I twisted her arm behind her back. My face next to hers, smelling her hair, feeling the soft warm skin of her cheek. God, even after serving soup for the last two hours she still smelled so good. The clean pure smell of a respectable woman. “Be good and I won’t have to hurt you,” I whispered into her ear. She struggled trying to break free of my grip but I am over six feet tall and strong, she did not stand a chance and was beginning to realize it. I felt her body loosen, she stopped struggling. “Please don’t hurt me I’ll give you what you want,” she pleaded. “I’ll take what I want.” I whispered in her ear, running my tongue around its edge before driving the wet probe deep into her delicate ear. My hands reached around her, opening her coat burrowing their way to her hot body. I felt the bulge of her belly, it was tight and round, swollen the skin pulled tight, my God she was pregnant. I pulled back, a little in shock. Then I felt my cock harden even more at the thought. I moved my hands higher feeling the breast their size was incredible the nipples hardening at my touch. My cock pushed against the crack of her ass. I started to kiss her cheek working my way down her neck, tasting her sweet salty skin. She had given in to my attack maybe even welcoming it. Her body pushed back against mine she was enjoying it, my hand groped and pulled at her full breasts. I pulled her coat open farther, I could see her cleavage, and her lace collar was not enough to hide all that skin. The dress she wore was pulled taut over her belly as if the buttons might break any minute. “You’re as much of a slut, only now you’re a little bigger. I think I like it I’ve never had a pregnant slut before” She turned and I let her see me, She giggled like a schoolgirl when she saw me, a look of genuine happiness on her face. “I’ve missed you so much, I was going to call you so many times but I was afraid of what you might think of me in the state I’m in right now.” Her hands rubbed over her belly, her coat still open the round gentle face and swollen pregnant belly was a vision. The large breasts she had before were even larger and it seemed her dress was at least 2 sizes to small for her. Her nipples stood out hard straining against the material. “You look fantastic” I meant it the bulge in my pants was testament to that. “I think we should go someplace a little warmer, that is if you don’t have to be home to soon.” I continued. “No there’s no hurry the pastor is out of town for the weekend. I am so glad to see you, I think of you so much and well… really miss what you do for me” her head dropped to study the pavement and her face turned a little red at this confession. She wanted more and I had some ideas forming in my twisted little brain. “Good, I was going to get a drink down at the ‘the Pit’ so why don’t you join me.” I took her hand without waiting for a response and we were off. The club was crowded and loud but we made our way over to a dark corner away from most of the action. There were no seats but I pulled her coat off and let her lean against me allowing my hands a slow gentle exploration of her body. She smelled so clean and sweet in the dark dingy club. I touched her belly, moving down over her hips along tight little bottom. I loved the feel of her ass and the contrast between her stomach and breasts and the tight firm ass was delicious. “Go into the washroom and take off your panties and bra” She turned her head and just smiled, I knew she would do as I wished. She wore a pretty conservative dress but even with her bra on her large nipples were clearly visible though the material. I wanted her to be even more exposed, to be on display, for me, and any other man that wanted to see her sexy engorged body. When she came back, she looked around as she walked aware of the bounce of her chest and the nakedness under her dress. I kissed her when she got back, our lips meeting and my hands roaming down her backside pulling up the back of her hem. She maneuvered herself against the wall and my fingers found the crack of her ass as my tongue drove it’s way into her mouth. Our bodies rubbed against each other the friction causing jolts of desire to shiver through her. I pulled back, undoing another button on her dress allowing more of her cleavage to be visible, leaning over to her and yelled over the din, “I could fuck you right here, have you ever fucked a man in public before.” She just shook her head and smiled. She would let me; she was mine now and was enjoying my lewd remarks. I grabbed her coat and pushed her towards the door her body bumping against more than one man who seemed to appreciate her large soft breast rubbing against her. I thought one of them actually reached out and ran his hand over her. I paused for minute allowing him to get a good feel she just closed her eyes enjoying the grope in the dark. When we reached the sidewalk, I whispered in her ear “Do you want to be my little pregnant fuck slut.” The language shocked her at first and then she nodded “Please I will do anything you want. I want to be used I want to be fucked hard.“ She seemed to force the words out of her mouth but once they were out, she almost seemed relieved. I grabbed her hand and led her over to the porn theatre on the corner. “Oh no what if anyone sees me I cannot be caught in a place like that.” I could feel her hesitate, but I just pulled her to the door. The cashier smiled at her as he took my money and I pushed her through the door into the dark theatre. The place smelled of booze and sperm, it was such a nasty dirty place for a respectable woman. We went through into the theatre; the size of the people fucking on the screen seemed to stop Susan in her tracks. She just stared, watching the woman on the screen take this huge cock in her ass screaming and moaning in stereophonic sound. I am not sure she had seen anything like it before it seemed to overpower her envelop her in the dirty nasty lust of people using their bodies for degradation and ultimately pleasure. There were about a dozen men scattered around the theatre and as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I could see most of them were lost in their own little worlds. I pushed her toward a seat and sat beside her. A dozen seats down I saw a young man who barely looks old enough to be in the place. He was desperately trying to shove his erect cock back into his pants as we sat down. I nudged Susan and nodded towards him. Her attention now focused on him torn between watching his cock and the screen. “Pull up your dress and touch yourself give him a little show.” She hesitated and I reached into the dress and grabbed her engorged nipple and pinched down, she stifled a scream and quickly pulled up her dress. The noise cause the young man to look over and her could clearly see Susan’s dress pulled up and her slide forward trying to give her fingers the room to play with herself. My own cock throbbed. I considered pulling it out and giving it some relief. But first, I had some more fun to have with my little slut. “Go over and sit beside him, I want you to pull out his cock and give him a hand job, I want you to let him come all over your hand and watch you lick it off.” Susan was excited but afraid, she just sat there her fingers still working at her pussy and her eyes moving between the screen and out neighbor. She shook her head “ I’m so sorry I can’t,” she said, almost starting to cry. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her from the seat, she tried to move her feet to keep up and stumbled as I pulled her into the deserted lobby. I pulled her into the women’s washroom, she had started to whimper in fear, and I pushed her through the door. I pulled her dress apart tearing it off her. Her belly looked incredible her breasts swollen and gently sagging under their own weight. The dress hung open torn, her hair had been tied up but most of it was hanging down now framing her lovely round baby face. She had a look of terror in her eyes waiting for my next move, barely allowing her to breathe. “I’m so sorry “ She pleaded. ”I think you want to be punished I think you need a good spanking and now you’re going to get, now bend over and grab the edge of the sink.” She turned and I pulled the back of her ripped dress over her bottom. I could not resist feeling her bottom touching her crack gently pushing a little finger into her tight asshole. Her pussy juice dripped down her thigh the glistened path leading down the inside her lily-white thigh. She had started to moan as my fingers explore her folds and that is when I lifted my hand and landed a hard slap to her right cheek. The sound of my hand hitting her bottom seemed to reverberate through the dirty little bathroom. She cried and whimpered eventually pleading with me to stop as he ass got brighter and brighter. I stopped when my hand began to sting but left her bent over so I could look at my handiwork. I had been so intent on the spanking I had not noticed the door open and now I turned and saw the young man from the theatre standing in the door. He began to leave when I saw him but I reached out and signaled him to come in. Susan heard the door and started to turn stand up. “ Turn around and get back over that sink, I’m not finished with you yet” I pulled the dress higher covering her head in a tent, I pushed the young man towards, “Go ahead fuck her she’s a horny little slut that needs a good fuck from a young stud like you.” I do not think he believed me. The whole scene seemed surreal. I encouraged him some more, “Go on she’s wet and ready for you.” He unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his stiff cock. It was not as big as mine was but it was definitely worthy He held it guiding it towards her hot pussy. He positioned it at the entrance gently probing her wet canal. “Please “ she whimpered trying to push herself back onto the stranger’s rod. He drove into her in one hard stroke pushing as hard and far as possible, Susan couldn’t see the stranger fucking her from behind but it didn’t seem to bother her she moaned loudly rocking gently as he banged into her. She pushed back against him pleading for him to fuck her harder and faster. “Fuck me like a nasty little slut .” Her huge breasts swayed and I reached under her and began to pinch her large hard nipples. From the look his face I new he wouldn’t last much longer. He grabbed her hips pounding against her his sack slapping against her, his face twisted in ecstasy. I reached under her large pregnant belly and played with her hard swollen clit it stood out like a little prick desperate for attention. Susan started to cum screaming, pushing back harder, wanting to rammed violently, her body began to shake uncontrollably as her pleasure washed over her. “Go ahead cum inside her, fill her with you seed.” I could see he was cumming, his body tensing, his hands leaving marks in her hips as he hung on. I knew his cock would be pulsing, pumping her full of cum. He eventually pulled out his slick spent cock softening; he leaned against the wall trying to regain his strength. Without his grip on Susan, I thought she might fall. My hands went out steadying her, pulling her dress from her face. I wanted to see her face the look of a used woman. She looked so sexy still bent over; I pulled my own cock out ready for my turn at her. I positioned myself behind her and slid my large hard cock against her slippery-coated pussy. The slick juice lubricated and I brought it higher to her forbidden little hole. Slowly I pushed against her, her body stiffened and tensed but she did not complain. Harder and harder, I pushed, expanding her hole my head forcing it way into her. I heard her moan and yell out as the head pushed past the tight little ring of her asshole. I stopped letting it get use to the invasion. She actually pushed back against me wanting more and I slid more into her. Back and forth, I forced more and more into her until finally I felt my balls rest against her puss. I used long slow strokes increasing the speed but not wanting to lose any of the incredible feeling by going to fast. My hands held her hips and I worked one hand onto her ass massaging the bright red globe. The pain of my hand on her ass increased her intensity and I heard her begin to climax again. Her voice crying out her body tensing against me and I could not hold back any longer. My cock erupted inside her tight little ass; I thought it might never scoop pulsing and filling her with my cream. It dripped out around my cock as I eventually pulled out. I heard the door close behind me and realized our audience had left. I pulled my cloths back on and went back to the theatre for our coats. Susan had cleaned herself up a little and I tenderly wrapped her coat around her, covering her ripped dress. Her face seemed content but spent. We walked over to her car, my arm around her, supporting her used body. I figured it would be best if I drove and slipped put her in the passenger seat. I knew where she actually lived and started the car and pulled out into the cold dark night.