Just over a week earlier she had done the same at my house and taken not just my cock but two of my friends also. I pushed the image of my friends fuc...ing her from my mind and made my way towards her. I could see the lube that she had applied glistening around her wonderful arsehole - she slowly began to rub it in with one hand, occasionally sticking a couple of fingers into her pussy and then into her arse. "Get that big dick in my arse" she moaned as my bellend pressed against her soft arse.. "Go to sleep," said the man. "She's doing jus' fine."I pulled the pins holding the tailgate and let it drop with a clatter and clunk."What the hell was that?" a man cried and bare feet appeared, followed by bare legs and distended member. I grabbed a hairy leg and pulled. The preacher, clad only in a shirt, bounced off his bony bottom and scrambled to his feet, sputtering and cursing in a very un-minister-like manner. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shook him a bit. He sputtered. Let me show you the room first and then the rest of the place." "Thank you, Ma’am." He was behind me and I could feel his eyes on my bare legs and thighs as I lead him up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were. "If you decide to take the room, Billy Bob, you’re going to have to stop calling me Ma’am. It makes me feel old." I smiled back over my shoulder at him. "My name’s Cathy. Just plain Cathy. Ok?" "Yes, Ma’…Cathy. Ah, hmmm…. You’re name may be Cathy but there nothing plain. He started to pick up the pace and go faster, then right there, he hit that spot again and I moaned out in complete lust. It all stopped hurting and it felt like I was cumming over and over and over again. Every time he came out and pushed back he hit the spot and it was like a never ending orgasm. My b*****r must have had a lot of practice because it was 8 minutes into ramming me and he still hadn’t cum yet. In and out, in and out, in and out. I loved having my b*****r fuck me. He kept going.