Mature The Stimulus Plan Slut

He pulled back too wildly and lost his place, his throbbing, stiff penis slipping upwards along my trimmed muff – my juices splashing wetly on my lower stomach. He ended the kiss, groaning, "I love you, Momma, love fucking you, Momma!" while he worked his hips trying to find his way back inside.

I stroked his back with one hand while I reached down and found his cock with the other. "Easy, baby, easy," I gasped. "Slow down, baby, we've got all afternoon and evening. We made eye contact and the wildness and need faded a little from his eyes and I nodded and kissed him, trying to control the moment – giving him a soul kiss while trying not to make it so frantic. I took his cock and placed it back between my spread labia and then groaned as Joel again rammed his cock home with a vengeance. "I love you, Momma, love to fuck you!" he sobbed as he ground his groin against my crotch, his hard penis probing, seeking my deepest, warmest places.

I continued to rub his back and shower his face with little kisses while he struggled to regain control of himself. Gradually, he calmed down until I began to urge him to slowly begin moving inside me. Joel began to rock in and out of my pussy with that huge dick, slowly and I urged him on in a soft voice.

"That's it, Joel. I love that," I whispered between kisses. I could see the need, the yearning blazing in his eyes, building the way my orgasm was starting to build again. His cock found my sweet spots as if I'd trained him to do it...or maybe he was just that big. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his hips as I offered him my tongue again. Like a man starving, he sucked my tongue into his mouth and attacked it with his own. I could feel his movements begin to quicken and I thrust my pelvis forward to meet his cock's return thrusts, my own hunger for him quickly growing.

I ended the wet kiss, a stringer of saliva hanging between our lips and with our eyes locked onto each other, I again threw the gasoline on the fire. "Fuck Momma, Joel. Give Momma all that fine cock!"

With a growl, Joel was again like a wild animal in heat and I was being pounded by his throbbing penis. My arms and legs clung to him, partly in desperation to hang on to him and partly because I wanted to pull as much of him against me and inside me as possible. He was penetrating me as deep as anyone ever has and I was loving the nasty feeling of Joel's young cock pushing into my cervix.

Joel's fucklust reached an almost unbelievable height and then an expression of love and joy broke out and he wailed, "Momma, I'm cumming!" and his cock swelled inside me and then began to erupt with hot semen, bathing my insides with his steaming sperm. It was like a dam had burst and he just kept cumming, his balls jerking up and down against my ass cheeks as he just kept emptying his seed inside my cunt. A wail rose up in my throat and I began to cry out as my orgasm tried to catch up to his and my cunt began milking Joel's cock as I screamed out in sheer carnal delight!

Joel kissed me sloppily as he ground himself into my crotch, seeking to hide his cock in my pussy as deeply as he could go. I offered him my tongue again as I sobbed and cried out my lusty fulfillment against his mouth. His semen seemed to flood my cunt and I wanted more. I struggled to keep enough self control to keep my pussy clamped around his cock which didn't seem to be shrinking, even after I had milked him seemingly dry.

Time seemed to stand still, this young man's still erect penis buried inside my cunt and pulsing in time with our frantic heartbeats. Our kiss ended and we silently stared into each other's eyes, keenly aware of each other's bodies. Each gasp for breath making my swollen nipples scrape against his hairless chest. We seemed to be frozen in our carnal moment, savoring it. A part of my mind reeled in amazement that this geeky, barely legal young man had just given me one of the most memorable fucks of my life. I was amazed that I would do this, that I had done this and that I wanted..."More!" I gasped, breaking the silence. "Joel, darling, you are magnificent. Please, more!"

The boy's eyes widened and he grinned and then began to thrust into me again, achingly hard. "I love your cock, baby!" I sighed as he worked it in and out of my pussy, feeling so big and so slick and wet with our mixed cum. I began to squirm and roll, finally making him realize that I wanted to roll over. He let himself be turned over so I was on top and I shakily sat up, my fingernails scratching his boyish chest as I settled completely on his long, thick dick.

"You fucked me, Joel, like a good son. Now, Momma's gonna fuck you!" I shimmied my shoulders, making my breasts jiggle and bounce and liked my lips and looked down at Joel with what I hoped was a sexy sneer. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Joel? You'd like to fuck your mother, wouldn't you?"

I felt the eighteen years old's cock swell inside me, the head pressing into my cervix as he replied, "Yessss! I wanna fuck Mom so bad! I love her so much!"

Somehow, despite being almost blown away from hearing this boy confess his lust for his mother, I kept my act together and let myself become lost in the wicked desires erupting inside me. Slowly, I began to ride him, reveling in every sweet, thick inch of his penis as I began to moan and cry out. "Fuck me, Joel! Fuck me, baby! I'm your mother now. Fuck Mommy and make her cum. Fuck Momma with her son's fine cock!"

The next passing minutes became a blur of incredible sex. I'm pretty sure I was screaming as Joel made me cum and cum again, screaming his name, screaming for him to fuck Mommy, to fill Mommy's cunt with his hot sperm. Joel seemed to be calling out to Momma and his love for her, his hands cupping, squeezing and mauling my breasts, each sharp, painful pinch of my nipples bring me closer to the monster of all orgasms until I felt like my body was being torn apart by pleasure like I'd never felt before and then his seed was again filling me up and heightening my pleasure further until I blacked out from the intensity.

I woke up to find myself cuddled up against Joel, his soft snores telling me he was asleep. I had one leg draped across his thighs and could feel his cooling sperm slick between us as it slowly leaked from my pussy. His right hand had a firm grip on my breast and I felt a shiver of delight course through me as I realized that I had just taken this boy's virginity and like the whore I had become, didn't feel a bit ashamed. The shadows in the room and the change in the sunlight shining through the window told me that my young lover and I had slept for a few hours. I stretched and purred – nothing like a well earned fuck nap, but I knew I was on the clock and it was time for this slut to get back to work.

Joel's cock, now semi-erect and stained with cum and cunt cream drew my attention and I eased myself from his embrace and when he woke a few minutes later, it was to the sweet delight of feeling a woman's lips on his rapidly recovering cock. I gave him my whorish best blowjob as he squirmed and shivered underneath my head, his hands becoming entangled in my dark hair. As I sucked him closer and closer to an orgasm, he began to moan. As he approached climax, his moans became legible.

"Please, please, Mom!" I looked at him, my eyes questioning. Joel obliged me by gasped, "Please, Mom – please let me cum on your face!" I was shocked and thrilled and realized that in my devotion to sucking his cock, I had ignored his almost insistent pulling on my hair. I suppose I had dismissed it as random jerking of a boy about to cum, but now I knew what he wanted and like a good slut, I wouldn't disappoint.

I let him slip from my lips just in time, getting a glorious view of his cockhead swelling and then erupting, spewing spurt after spurt of hot, fragrant semen into my face, splattering against my lips, across my nose and my cheeks, splashing against my forehead and into my hair, giving me a sperm facial that only a young man can provide. God help me, but I again realized how much I enjoyed it, relished it, needed to have this, to be rewarded for being such a good cocksucking slut!

I grinned at him wickedly as I sat up and ran my tongue around my lips, lapping up dripping semen before using my fingers to scoop up blobs of his semen and then licking them from my fingers. Loving the lewdness I felt, I smacked my lips and then whispered nastily to Joel, "In my pussy or in my mouth, I love your cum. You taste so good to Mommy!"

Joel groaned and then tackled me, kissing me passionately, not seeming to mind the taste of his own seed on my tongue as we kissed passionately for long minutes. Finally, we slowed down, sprawled out on the bed, legs and arms entangled, bodies sweaty and slick. Joel and I stared at each other for a long time before he finally giggled and said, "I fucking love sex!" and we both broke down in laughter until we could barely breathe.

Afterwards, we paused to eat, Joel producing fruit and cheese and water from a small refrigerator that I had missed on the other side of his computer. As we ate, I drew out of Joel how he had for a long time, harbored fantasies of his mother. After we ate, the teenager took me to his computer and as I sat on his lap, he showed me what he had been working on when I had arrived.

"It's a 3-D cartoon," he explained, "Of me and Mom and my fantasies." He called up image after image of a computer generated woman who looked amazingly like his mother. Grace, doing all sorts of sexual things to a computer version of himself. As he talked about all the months he'd put into creating it, I felt his cock begin to revive. It was awesome, seeing picture after picture of him fucking his mother in countless positions, amazing creations of Grace's face screwed up in pain and pleasure, word balloons begging him to fuck her harder and harder.

He finally came back to the last picture and I had to laugh. Grace on her knees, her face covered with semen. "I guess I sorta made your dream come true, huh, Joel?" I said.

He blushed and nodded. "Oh yeah, Mrs. Lawson. I loved it. I've seen it plenty in movies and the internet, but to actually cum on your face...WOW!"

I laughed and kissed him gently on the lips. "Joel, you've fucked me and cum on me and in me, I think you can call me Sonya now." I studied his face for a second, feeling his cock throb against my butt. "Or maybe you prefer Mommy Sonya?"

He nodded and said, "Or just Mom, sometimes!" His hand slipped up my waist and cupped my right breast. My nipple already hard, swelled under his attentions. "Mommy Sonya, can we fuck again?"

I smiled and said, "Of course we can...son." I reached out and used his mouse to call up one of his pictures. "Does my baby Joel want to fuck Mommy like this?"

Joel got a big grin on his face as he looked at the screen. It was a 3-D image of him fucking his mother from behind, her bent over a table as she took his cock, his right hand pinching her long nipple while his mother sucking the fingers of his left hand. "Fuck yeah, Mom!"

I found myself on my feet, hands gripping the edge of his computer table as Joel ran his hands over my ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them over and over. I looked over my shoulder at my surrogate son and smile and with a bit of need in my voice, said, "Fuck me, Joel. Put that big dick up Mommy Sonya's wet pussy!"

Joel stepped up, his big erect penis again pressing against my cum-filled cunt, his hands cupping and spreading my ass cheeks. "I love you, Mom!" he crowed as he rammed himself home with one quick thrust.

"YESSSSS!" I screamed. "Fuck me, son! Fuck Mommy hard." Like an obedient son, Joel obeyed me and began to hammer my pussy with his stiff rod. The computer table banged against the wall as I braced against it, Joel's thrusts lifting me up on tiptoe with each stroke of his cock deep into my womb. I threw my head back and cried loudly, "YES, JOEL, FUCK MEEEE! FUCK MOMMY HARD WITH THAT BIG COCK!" I wondered if his mother, Grace could hear me and the wicked part of me hoped that she could.

My breasts swung back and forth violently in rhythm with Joel's fucking until I felt his hands slip from my ass cheeks up my waist to cup my tits, his fingers digging into my fleshy breasts. Using his grip for leverage he began fucking me even harder, our bodies slapping wetly together as he relentlessly fed me his cock.

I began to tremble from the intensity of feeling his cock run deep within me, the pleasure welling outward from my cunt through my veins until I thought my whole body might explode. "FUCKFUCKFUCK MEEEEEE, JOELLLLL!" I cried loud enough to wake the dead as my orgasm welled up and enveloped me. I was seeing stars, my vision filled with exploding lights as my body convulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy. My knees began to buckle and Joel seemed to instinctively know what to do, one arm wrapping around my waist to help me stay on my feet even as he continued to fuck me hard.

"LOVE YOU, MOMMY!" he yelled. "I WANT TO FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YOU FOREVER, MOMMY!"

"As my orgasm seemed to wane, Joel's hand on my breast shifted so my swollen nipple was between his fingers. He began to pull on it, to pinch it hard and roughly, the pain mixing with pleasure to reinvigorate my orgasm as he kept fucking me with that long hard cock. I spread my legs a little wider, trying to support myself again. Joel's arm on my waist slowly slipped down until I felt his fingers splice through my trimmed bush and then press against the wet meat of my cock filled cunt. His fingers rubbed against my clit and his thrusting penis and then left. I felt fingers brushing my lips and I opened my mouth, knowing what he wanted.

Just like in his dream picture, I sucked his fingers clean of my juices and his cum. As I sucked, Joel began to fuck me like a man gone mad, fucking me harder and faster than I would have thought possible. "FUCK YEAH, MOMMY!" he sobbed. "I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU MOM! GONNA FILL YOUR HOT PUSSY FULL OF MY SPERM!!!"

I screamed as he drove his cock home one final time, burying himself deep inside me and then filling me with another incredible load of his semen. Even as my world was torn apart by unbelievable orgasmic pleasure, a part of me marveled at the ability of an eighteen year old to cum so much so many times. Our screams of pleasure devolved into wordless cries and moans as we clung to each other before staggering, still joined cunt and cock back to the bed. We collapsed, Joel on top of me where we savored our sweet joining for a long time before Joel's cock finally slipped out of me.

We finally crawled up further into the bed and I spent a long time making him squirm as I licked his cock clean of our mixed juices before we cuddled for a long time, both of us tired. Joel and I cuddled while he asked me many questions about a woman's body and what we liked, how we liked to be pleasured. We talked about pleasing a woman orally, although just like a young man, he shied off licking me with several loads of his semen dripping from between my bruised and tender lips.

"Maybe Mom will hire you again so I can learn to eat pussy," Joel speculated, his eagerness to learn evident on his face.

"Maybe she will, baby," I giggled in reply. "Maybe you'll find someone else you'll want to eat more." I glanced over towards his computer and Joel grinned and blushed. Several of those 3-D cartoons were of Grace riding her son's face.

The shadows grew longer and I knew my time was coming to an end. Joel and I finished with a long, slow fuck on the bed where he had me in several positions before he gave me one last heavy load of his cum, my legs draped over his shoulders and his cock buried deep inside my pussy.

He helped me get dressed and looked pleased when he offered me my panties and I shook my head and said, "Oh no, your mother paid for them. Souvenir, remember?"

Once I had my short white skirt and tube top on, Joel walked me to the door of his bedroom and I gave him a long, slow kiss that I knew he'd remember for a long time before I squatted down and again licked his still semi-erect but weary cock clean of sperm and cunt cream. When it was over, I rose and rolled my tongue over his lips and whispered, "You're a wonderful lover, Joel. I wish I was your mother – I'd fuck you night and day."

I closed the door, winking at him as he looked hungrily after me and then I slowly walked down the hall, feeling happy and tired and well fucked as a woman can be. I was a little unsteady in my heels and passing a mirror in the hallway, realized my hair was all wild and unkempt, just like a woman who had tumbled from bed after getting fucked hard. I smiled at my image, seeing the perfect image of the whorish slut I had become.

I carefully made my way downstairs and wasn't a bit surprised to see Joel's mother, Grace waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase, still dressed in her modest, but attractive dress from earlier – her breasts heaved heavily under the dress, the exposed portions of her upper chest almost quivering. She looked a bit flushed and unsettled, but managed a wan smile and said, "Well, Mrs. Lawson, how did things go?"

I licked my lips and said, "After the things your son did to me, please call me Sonya."

Grace's face turned a bit darker red and she managed a small laugh. "Please, join me in the library. I want a full report." She turned and walked away, glancing frequently over her shoulder to make sure I was following her. There was excitement in her face and eagerness too, expressions that her son had captured so well with his computer drawings.

Having taken seats again, Grace offered me a glass of wine and then sat down across from me and looked at me expectantly. Finally, she said huskily, "Well?"

"Where would you like me to start, Grace?" I asked coyly.

She huffed impatiently and said, "Anywhere, start anywhere!"

I grinned and after taking a sip of the wine replied, "Well, your son has a magnificent cock, Grace. Did you know he was so big?" I help up my hands to an approximate length of between eight and nine inches.

"Oh my," Grace breathed. "I've seen bulges in his pants. I suspected he was well endowed like his father was, but...oh my."

Her eyes widened as I made a partial circle with my thumb and forefinger to illustrate his girth. "And, Grace, your son is thick too."

"Lord," she whispered, her hand going to her mouth and then settling on the exposed part of her magnificent breasts. She started to speak and stopped, mouth open. She unconsciously licked her lips and finally said softly, "Did you suck my Joel?"

It was my turn to lick my lips. "Twice. I sucked him dry once and..." I reached up and touched my hair was it was stiff and sticking up. "And the second time, the little devil insisted on cumming on my face. By the way, he tastes delicious."

Grace closed her eyes for a moment and gave a little moan. She closed her thighs, squirming a little as if she was trying to secretly scratch an itch. At the same time, her fingertips rolled gently over the tops of her breasts. Finally, she opened her eyes and almost hissed, "And you fucked my son, of course?

I could almost smell her arousal even through the stink of sex that I reeked of. In truth, I was getting excited myself. "Let's see..." I replied, ticking off the times Joel and I had fucked. "Joel emptied his hot sperm in me four times and I lost count of the times that he made me orgasm."

Grace gave a sudden loud cry and I watched amazed as she almost flung her drink down and then thrust her hand between her legs, clamping her thighs around it. "He made you cum? He fucked you four times? How did it feel, Sonya? How did it feel to have his cock in you, cumming in you?"

I sighed and smiled at her. "He made me cum as good or better than any man ever has. His cum was hot and thick and there was so much of it, so much I couldn't hold it all. See?" On impulse, I shamelessly opened my legs wide, revealing my pussy which I knew was leaking her son's semen, oozing from my cunt and coating my thighs like frosting.

Grace let out another moan and slipped from her chair to her knees, her eyes locked in on my pussy. "That's Joel's sperm? Omigod, there's...there's so much."

"Yes, there is and its so hot and yummy?" I whispered, suddenly overwhelmed by the moment, realizing what I needed – no, wanted to do. "It's Joel's sperm, Grace. Your son's hot, thick cum. You paid for it, Grace...its yours if you want it."

"Ohhhh yessss," Grace moaned and she was on hands and knees and edging towards me. Like a stalking cat, she came towards me only to pause between my thighs and look upwards, desire and fear on her face. "This is wrong, isn't it? You must think I'm a pervert or something."

I shook my head and said, "No, you're not. I know you heard us up there...some of the things we said. Grace, you don't want something your son doesn't want just as badly."

I leaned over and stroked her cheek. "And Grace, your son's cum tastes so good, especially coming from my cunt – I know, I licked Joel's cock clean after every time we fucked. Your son's cum is delicious!"

Grace went over the edge and mashed her mouth against my cunt, making me grunt from the force and then moan as her tongue began to lap my well fucked and sensitive pussy flesh. "Sooo good," Grace sobbed, her words muffled as her mouth never left my quivering flesh. It suddenly struck me that I was experiencing a woman making love to me for the first time in my life and that compounded with the realization that this woman was licking her own son's cum from my pussy served to send me over the edge

of orgasm with almost no warning. My hands gripped Grace's short hair and pressed her face harder against my crotch. God, I loved this awful wickedness I never knew had been inside me.

I bucked my cunt against Joel's mother's face, whimpering and crying with sweet joy as her tongue delved deep inside me, trying to find every last drop of her son's semen. At one point she withdrew from my pussy to lick my thighs clean of her son's globs of semen and then she returned to my gaping wide cunt, licking, lapping and sucking me clean of any remains of her son's succulent seed.

As I tried to catch my breath, she rose up and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and finding my tongue, drawing it into her mouth and sucking on it. When the kiss ended, she gasped in wonder, "Oh my God, I could taste Joel on your tongue...sooo wonderful!"

We sat for a long time, not speaking, Grace practically sitting in my lap. Finally, Grace stood up and looked at me like a woman coming out of a wonderfully erotic daydream and embarrassed that anyone else knew. "Thank you, Sonya," she said in almost a whisper. I knew it was time to go.

Grace walked me to the door and as I stepped out, I turned to her and said, "Grace...Mrs. Thurman. Joel did mention one thing to me."

Grace looked at me with curiosity and some apprehension. "Yes?"

"Joel wants to learn to orally please a woman and I would be happy to be engaged to do that, if you desire." I paused and gave her an evil grin. "But, I've also told him that I think there's someone better at eating pussy that could instruct him."

Grace's face flamed bright red, but she smiled and nodded. "You're probably right, Sonya."

"And if he gets a good night's sleep, he'll probably be ready and anxious to learn tomorrow morning." I stepped back and impulsively kissed Grace on the cheek. "I wish you and Joel all the joy in the world," and I turned and walked away.

It was almost ten o'clock when I got home. I was wearing my raincoat so as not to have to explain at least to my daughter about my outfit, but also thinking after my day with Joel and Grace of the impact it might have on my son, Donnie Jr. He was a teenager now and although he hadn't shown much interest in girls, it was only a matter of time. A thrill of the possibilities that lay down that road I quickly suppressed with a giggle and shut and locked behind a door in my mind that carried a sign that said "Don't Open Until Eighteen!!!" I laughed out loud as I unlocked the door. Good Lord – when I become a shameless whoreslut, I go all the way!

I found the house empty and for a moment feared that maybe Donnie decided he couldn't deal with my new life and had split with the children, but there was a note on the kitchen table telling me that my husband had taken the kids out to a movie. Taking advantage of the moment I went upstairs and took a long, hot soak in the tub, letting the hot, soapy water soothe my well fucked flesh, letting the day replay itself over in my mind. I confess, I felt proud of myself. I was keeping a roof over my family's head and had introduced a sweet boy to the joys of sex and maybe, just maybe helped two people who loved each other more than either realized, come together.

After I had soaked for almost an hour, I emerged wondering if Donnie would be disappointed that I wouldn't be reeking of sex with strangers. I came downstairs in a thick, fluffy robe when my family came in, my youngest, Molly, crying out "Mommy!" and rushing into my arms. I spent the next few minutes hearing about the animated movie they had saw and about going out for burgers and onion rings and Donnie Junior's exasperated corrections about the movie storyline. Mixed in were questions from Molly and Donnie Junior about my new job that I replied to with vague questions except when Molly asked me, "Do you like your new job, Mommy?" I replied with more cheer than I should have used, "I love my new job, sweetie!" completely aware of Tara's and Donnie's glances at me – Tara's gaze full of questions and my husband's eyes, both desiring and accusing.

Finally, I got the kids off to bed, kissed Tara goodnight and went to my bedroom where Donnie was waiting. He had stripped down to his shorts. "How are you, honey?"

Donnie grunted something that sounded like, "Fine."

I leaned over to kiss him and he pulled away for a second. I laughed and said, "It's okay, Donnie. Your whore wife brushed her teeth first."

Donnie eyed me, anger starting to build. "I bet – what sick things have you been doing today?"

I laughed and said, "Getting my brains fucked out by an eighteen year old boy!"

Donnie's jaw dropped and he said, "You're fucking kidding me."

I ran my hands up my waist, stopping to cup my robe covered breasts. "Nope! I took that boy's virginity and let him fuck me silly!" I grabbed the lapels of my robe and tore it open, revealing I was naked underneath. I thrust my pelvis out, showing him my still swollen and gaping open pussy. "He had a huge fucking mancock and he dumped load after load of hot cum in my cunt."

I began to run my fingers over and between my labia until Donnie jumped off the bed and grabbed my wrists, hissing, "You fucking whore!"

I just laughed and pushed myself against my husband and whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm sorry I didn't bring his cum home so you could see it dripping out of my pussy and maybe have a snack, but his momma beat you to it!"

I thought Donnie's eyes would pop out of his head and I could hear his teeth grinding. "You CUNT!" he growled, flinging me onto the bed.

I laughed and writhed on the bed, spreading my legs wide and running my hands over my nakedness, knowing it was killing my husband to hear this but at the same time knowing he was so turned on judging from the big tent in his boxers.. "Oh, Donnie, that boy fucked me like I've never been fucked before – I've never cum so much in my life." I sat up on the bed, scooting my legs under me to come up onto my knees. "And I sucked his big, fine dick over and over and ate his sperm and let him cum on my face!"

I saw Donnie's cock swell and knew I hit my mark. I licked my lips lasciviously and whispered, "You want to cum on my face, baby! You want your slut wife to suck your cock and let you spray your spunk on my face?"

Donnie answered with a wordless snarl as he rushed towards me while yanking his shorts down revealing his erect cock. "Goddamn you, Sonya" he rasped as his hands took my head and guided his dick between my open lips. He began fucking my mouth ruthlessly while showering me with nasty words about his slut whore of a wife. I responded by sucking him eagerly, pulling him deeply into my mouth as my fingernails dug into his ass cheeks. I rolled my tongue happily over his cock head, slithering it along his shaft.

Finally I could feel him begin to tense up and he eased his grip on my head and withdrew from my mouth. I reached out and began stroking him, looking up at him with eager eyes as I hissed, "C'mon, Donnie, cum for Momma – cum for your whore wife, cum in your slut's face – you know you want to!"

Donnie's face screwed up and he began to grunt and snort and then he bellowed as he began to ejaculate, spraying his sperm across my face. It was a goodish amount, but not comparable to my young stud from earlier. Still, I eagerly stuck out my tongue, savoring my husband's taste as his semen splattered on my cheeks and nose, my tongue and my chin. I loved each hot splash of Donnie's cum until he stood shaking in front of me.

I laughed and pulled him down on top of me, sprawling us both on the bed and kissing him, smearing his own cum over both our faces while I thrust my tongue into his mouth so I could share his taste with him. We kissed and rolled around on the bed for a long time before we wound up under the covers cuddling, Donnie's lasts words as he slipped into sleep, "...love you, Sonya, you fucking whore...."

I snuggled in closer to my husband and tried to fall asleep, but sleep was slow to come as again I thought about the past few days and how far I had come. Tomorrow was Sunday. A day to worship at Mass and a day to rest, but I felt a hunger deep inside me, a hunger to see what depths of depravity I would be asked to sink to next and eagerness to make it happen, to revel in my newfound sluttiness. I could hardly stand to wait!
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