I grabbed her right ankle and gave her butterfly kisses from her foot to her inner thigh. She yelped little squeals of pleasure. My nose hit against ...er shaven, untouched cunt. “Whoa!” She gasped. I looked up at her and she was watching me intently. My gaze went to her mound, a piece of silver caught my attention. I knew what it was, but I never expected Olga to have one. I let my finger brush against her clit. I felt her wither under my touch. “My dear Olenka. Is this a fourchette? A vulva. It slammed again, pushing me even harder into the floor. I felt like I was going to die, and a part of me wished that I would.There was no stopping it, my pussy was constantly torn open, forced to accept the huge invader. I was thankful when my pussy start going numb, and the pain of my torn pussy lips ceased. All I could feel was the constant pressure of the end slamming into the deepest parts of my body. The thing swell, forcing my insides to stretch even more, and I felt a hot flood break. The church was dark. There’s a huge stained glass window in the front and as dawn approached, it began to glow. Then a single bell rang from the back of the congregation. A moment later another answered from the left balcony. It was met with a chime from the opposite balcony. You could hardly hear the chant when it began, also from the rear. ‘Alleluia, Alleluia.’ It just repeated over and over, growing closer with each repetition. Then the chant was taken up by the choir in the left balcony,. Stephanie was going thru a divorce and by using me as a distraction used to flirt like mad with me, although i too was considered a flirt with all the ladies. Well after i left the job, we kept in touch, and a year or so later i decided it would be about time tat i learned to drive. Steph offered to give me some lessons. So most nights she would pick me up and take me for a drive in the country, nothing untoward ever happened until one night......We had parked up in a car park by a small cove..