Pretty much

The first time, when I try to be gentle, the tightness of her anal passage stymies my entry, but by now I am so worked up that I refuse to be denied this way. Using my hand to position myself at optimal angle I push again much harder, and I pop through the tight ring.

“Mmawww.” Alison's moan is muffled by the leather of the couch. I really should stop, I don't want to hurt my tenant, but then I dismiss that thought by changing the paradigm. The tangled mess of black hair covered much of Alison's face and from this position she looks nothing like the smalltown girl from Tennessee that I've come to deeply care for. Instead, I concentrated on the dark hair and her refusal to speak, far better to take the Indian maiden from Alison's story.

Fucking a stranger like Shawni is more palatable than causing my Alison pain. This change in thinking is made even easier by imagining the character flaws of the righteous pilgrim elder who was forcing his new **** to take his cock. That old hypocrite was getting off on fucking his native ****, punishing her for the abduction and **** of his shrewish wife, making the Indian lass pay for her people's crimes. I go at her with even harder thrusts, driving deeper and deeper into her bowls as she mews and squirms in pain. Thank goodness I took the time to stretch and lubricate her ass before we got started. I can only imagine her squealing if I had **** my hard cock in without that extra care.

It felt so good. As good as her pussy is, her ass is far tighter. Each time I push into her, I can feel her muscles rippling against my invading member adding to the waves of pleasure I'm feeling. That pious elder pounding Shawni's ass probably would have gotten off on her whimpers and moans, and I'm ashamed to admit that this disturbing idea is getting me worked up as well.

“Do you see what your harlotry has led me to you raven-haired vixen?” As a boy, I had more than enough experience with people blaming their own failings on the appearance and actions of others and it is easy enough to imagine this puritan Elder taking out his own sexual frustrations and perversity on this poor native girl who in truth might be the only faultless actor in this whole story.

Damn it's hot to fuck a woman like this, face down, ass up and make her take every inch of my cock in her tightest hole. Luckily, by now Alison's moans are decidedly more of pleasure than pain and I can see the now familiar signs of her approaching orgasm. I might like the tightness of her anal passage and the power I feel in fucking this poor Indian girl, but I don't think I could have continued much longer knowing that I was causing her pain.

The first jet of my release catches me by surprise. I had planned to moderate my thrusts until I felt her climax with me inside her, but now I just don't care and let the second squirt of seed pump into her. Her ass is so tight that I can see some of my white cum dripping out around my shaft and that alone is enough to make me release one more full blast. There are a few dribs and drabs after that, but that is basically all of my load for this time and soon enough my cock starts to soften inside her and I pull out with a soft 'pop' as even more cum oozes out of her gaping hole.

It is a few minutes before recover from this wild encounter. Alison has finally removed the wig and it sits in her lap almost like a kitten as she strokes it.

“Did I hurt you?” A little late to be asking that now, but I do really care for this sweet girl and I want to be sure she knows that.”

“Yes, but it's OK, Mr. P.” Alison is determined not to ruin this moment, “As much as it hurts, I feel so damn horny when you take me that way I can't even think straight.” I breath out a sigh of relief, what I did today might well have been crossing a line, but I guess I'm all right. “How about you?” She giggles softly and lifts the wig back onto her head. “It seemed like you enjoyed fucking someone new. You're not getting tired of me, are you?”

“Never.” I pull her closer and whisper softly into the stillness. “For the first time since Fran's ****, I have something to be thankful for.” My pretty tenant doesn't say anything, but her smile lets me know that she heard my words clearly. She sets aside the wig and reaches up to kiss my cheek.

“Happy Thanksgiving Mr. P.”