I'm your slut," I replied.With that, he started to pull back and begin the process of fucking my ass. It started off as a slow in and out, but soon pi...ked up to a full on fucking. I was grunting and screaming in both pain and pleasure. He was riding me like a bull in heat; stuffing his fat slab of meat harder and harder into my tight ass. Eventually the pain of it all drifted away, and I began to just live in the moment of it all; taking my brutal ass pounding like a true slut. Jerome for his. Jesus! I looked around the room and was met with a sea of gleeful faces, and my heart sank. I knew that tomorrow some smartarse would christen me Tiny Tony or Wormy Wilson and the name would stick, and the story of Bec trumpeting my tiny, weeny little tool to the world would grace dinner tables and be the butt of jokes at my expense for years to come. The bar was silent and I saw they were all looking at me. God, if only I was clever with words. I needed someone to defuse the situation, to. I was dreading Monday and work, having to face Robert there after the events of the past few days. I prayed I could conceal from everyone there our new relationship. A forlorn hope I was to come to learn, but I still had it. At least work wouldn't be the freezer my home was when I returned Sunday at midnight. Joe was asleep in our bed and I went in he woke up looked at me and then rolled over and didn't say a word. I knew then my marriage was as dead as my Great Aunt Grace who died in 1953. I. . the contact of the inside of her cunt makes my cock even harder... her pussy is so tight it feels that she's grabbing a hold of it with both her hands and stroking it ever so perfectly. I feel every single curve inside of her. She sighs in relief as by now my tip and thickest part of my cock has cleared her pussy entrance. I pause for a moment giving her the impression that I've reached the deepest point... as she thinks I'm about to retract in order to re-enter, I instead, continue pushing.