.. give it to her... fuck this nasty bitch... she likes this... don't you? Tell us you like this," Richard urged as I started moaning and grunting lou...er with each punishing plunge into my backside. All I could do is grunt. But he was right, I did like this. And I was a nasty bitch.Oscar sensing that I was approaching yet another climax, started pounding his dick in and out of me while Richard held me tightly in place, forcing me to accept my husband's total violation of my asshole. Oscar was. This was crazy. I felt things shifting. My sense of reality. My memories of another life. The bitterness and anger I’d felt toward my parents as a teen and had carried with me into this new life.I’d argued with her that day. Fought. It was Sunday morning and Willa was fussy with a mild fever. Mother insisted that she was taking Willa to church even if I was rotting in hell. I’d told her exactly what I thought of her and her church. My father heard me and slapped me. Even then he wouldn’t speak. I begin to grunt with my thrusts, and she responds with lively moans, With my hand in her crotch digging for her clit, the other hand squishing her titties, and her hand around behind me grabbing my ass, this is our friskiest sex yet. And noisiest, with the skin slapping, along with my panting and grunting into her neck and her releasing steady “ah, ohh, ahh” sounds.I try to move my hips in circles, standing directly behind her again, but my dick pops out and I poke her ass cheek with the tip.. ”Smack.“Six.” She groans as I am sliding my hand up under her to squeeze her left breast. Pinching and pulling at her nipple. She rolls over to her side.“Stay where you are!” I push her back onto her stomach.Smack.“I want to see all of your beautiful ass,” I say as I see prints of my hand begin to form.“Seven.”Smack.“Eight," she says, now rocking her hips side to side, gently pushing up against my growing member.Smack.“Nine.”Smack.“Ten,” she says and finally relaxes her body. Both of her cheeks.