CLAIRE.

     When my husband William first suggested the possibility of
my fucking other men while he watched, at first I was deeply
hurt.  How could he even contemplate such a thing if he really
loved me, I mused.  Didn't this go against all the sacred bonds of
our marriage vows?  Were we humans not intended to be
monogamous, unlike mere animals, rutting and fucking whoever
we could sniff and mount?  And wasn't that what William was
asking me to become?  Nothing but a lower species animal?  Yet
in all honesty, when hearing his suggestion for the first time I
must admit experiencing a tinge of animalistic excitement.  Hell,
it was much more than a tinge.  In fact, my fucking cunt
suddenly became drenched.  God!  Just the thought of fucking
other men had me in a sexual daze, hurt feelings aside.  Could it
be possible?  Could it really happen?

     Over the next few weeks, as William continued his
methodical assault on my sexual senses, I began to weaken.  We
began discussing what it would be like for me to give myself to
other men as William and I lay in bed making love to one
another.  He would often make me pretend he was another man,
a stranger we'd just met on holiday, and he would spin exciting,
incredibly erotic fantasies for me as he fucked me, forcing me to
call him by another name, forcing me to relate to his deep thrusts
as though they were those of some stranger's cock.  

     I began to love it, these fantasies, so much so that I also
began to indulge myself in long sessions of intense masturbation
while William was at work.  Then one evening William offered
another suggestion.

     "I would even like it if you fucked another man while I'm
away, Claire," he said.  "As long as you shared with me all the
details."

     "Be careful what you suggest, William," I said slowly. 
"You've corrupted me with all your stories to the point where I
might just do it some day."

     "Oh that you would, my dear," he sighed.  "I would truly love
that, Claire," he said seriously, leaving no doubt in my mind that
he indeed would.

     As the days passed, I began to think more and more about
fucking another man.  My masturbation fantasies increased in
frequency, and my now William had shown me how to get onto
the Internet where I discovered all kinds of exciting, intensely
thrilling and decadently perverted newsgroups.  I saw pictures of
women fucking men, even groups of men.  I touched myself as I
observed women sucking cocks, often erupting cocks, splashing
torrents of nasty cum on their faces to their seemingly intense
pleasure.  I witnessed photos of women being urinated on, shit
on, sucking and fucking animals, eating their cum.  Ashamedly,
I even experienced animalistic orgasms while viewing pictures
of women with young boys, sucking their cocks, and fucking
them.  I began to wonder what it would feel like to be one of
these sluts, to do some of the things they were allowing men,
and yes, even animals, to do to them.  And I began to want it to
happen to me.  Hell, compared to the deviate sexual acts
performed by these women in their Internet photos, William's
request seemed almost trivial.  So I decided to take him up on it.

     "You realize, William, there will be no turning back once we
begin this...this sexual odyssey," I said quietly, snuggled in the
security of my husband's embrace as we lay there, in bed
together, breathing deeply, our bodies drenched in sweat. 
Tonight had been one of our best lovemaking sessions.  William
had actually managed to come twice inside me, filling me with
loads of sticky, hot cum each time, something he hadn't done
since our first years of marriage oh so many decades ago.  Did I
mention our ages? You might be surprised to learn them.  You
see we are not love-smitten teenagers.  Far from it.  I'm a svelte,
rather well-proportioned "mature" women, I believe is the
politically correct term for someone of my 47 years. William is
even more aged, although still in remarkably good shape as well
for a successful executive of 55.  And yet he was able to come
twice within one session of lovemaking, and all because I told
him I would do it.  I agreed to fuck other men, as often as he
wished, and as eagerly as the fantasy slut he desired me to
become.

     "God, Claire, do you really mean it?" he'd asked, thrusting
his cock deeply into me as his cum erupted when I said yes.

     "I want it too, darling," I groaned.  "I can't wait.  All those
pictures...all those cocks.  I want them, too, William.  And
more."

     I'd gone on to tell him what I meant by "more," and it was
then that he achieved his second orgasm.  I told him if I was
going to be a slut, I wanted to become a total slut, fucking
groups of men, eating their cum, letting it splash all over my
body, on my face, in my mouth, everywhere.  I told him I would
let them do anything they wanted to me, including pissing on
me, or "fisting" me, I believe is the term I've seen used to
describe it. I said they could fuck me in the ass, or between my
still shapely 34B breasts.  I said they could take me three at a
time, if they wished, and that I'd willingly allow lines of me to
fuck me one after the other.  And I said I would allow William
to subject me to sex with animals if it would delight him.  It was
at that point when he came a second time, so fiercely I thought
he might have a stroke.  But he didn't.  Instead he kissed me, and
said if I did even half the things I'd mentioned he would die a
most happy man.

     So I began to do them, these perverted acts of sexual
depravity.  And I began to love doing them, just as I knew I
would.

     The first time I fucked another man it really wasn't even a
man.  It was a boy, of sorts.  I was home alone.  William was
playing golf, and I knew he'd be gone most of the day so I was
sleeping in.  I awoke to the sound of a lawn mower in our yard,
and as I stretched, the image of Chip, the teenage child who cuts
our lawn, flashed through my mind.  God he's sexy.  I believe he
is sixteen, or perhaps seventeen, but not older since he's still in
high school.  

As I lay there coming slowly awake, I touched myself, enjoying
the lingering flashes of the erotic dream I'd been having. 
Basking in the drowsy, sensual half-sleep of early morning, or
rather early mid-morning, I noticed by the clock it was already
9:30.  I'd somehow managed to sleep through the entire night
after watching all of the Leno show the evening before, and now
I felt the need to urinate.  On the way to our bathroom, I looked
out the window and saw Chip, his sensuous young body
sweating in the morning sun as he worked, top off, faded cut-off
jeans cut high on his muscular thighs.  I suddenly found myself
touching my pussy again, contemplating what it would be like to
get fucked by a young stud like Chip.

As I sat on the toilet, I touched myself again, slowly massaging
my clit until I began to urinate.  Intensely aroused now, on
impulse I slid my fingers lower, beneath the stream of hot urine. 
Trembling with sexual energy, before I could stop myself I
brought my piss-covered fingers to my lips and tasted myself,
sucking a few droplets of the salty golden liquid into my mouth
before experiencing an enormously powerful orgasm.

Afterward I showered, then put on a thin, practically transparent
robe, one I knew would easily reveal my naked body to Chip,
who I had suddenly decided was to be my first lover other than
William in some twenty-three years. Taking a deep breath, I
went downstairs and mixed up a pitcher of lemonade and ice
cubes.  Then I strolled out onto our back yard deck and waited
for Chip to notice me.

When he did he at first seemed stunned.  I was standing perhaps
some fifty feet from him, yet I knew he could see, even from
there, that I was almost naked for him.  He grinned at me, and
said "hi."

"Hi yourself, lover," I teased.  "I mixed up a pitcher of lemonade
for you. You look like you could use a cold drink.  Why don't
you take a break.  Come on inside for a moment, out of the sun,
and relax," I said, motioning for him to follow me, turning to
leave before he could say no.

In the kitchen, I waited until I heard Chip come in.  "Sit down,
Chip," I said, reaching up into the cupboard for two glasses,
aware that my robe had fallen open. 

With the glasses in my hands, I turned and walked toward him,
letting him see of me, all of my naked, 47 year old but still
desirable body. "Sorry, Chip.  Rather clumsy of me," I offered
lamely, smiling at him.

"It's fine with me, Mrs. Blake," he grinned, staring at me, at my
tits, and pussy.

"I'm sure you've seen much better bodies than mine anyway," I
said, setting the glasses down on the table.

"NO!" he snapped.  "Not naked.  I... I mean-"

"You mean what, Chip?" I asked, making no move to close my
robe.  "You haven't seen any better bodies than mine, or you
haven't seen any that were naked?"

"I... I mean... I'm...."

The words trailed off, and I knew I'd have to help him, which
seemed to somehow excite me all the more.  

"Do you mind looking at me, Chip?  I get so lonely when Mr.
Blake is away. He's away for the weekend, you know, Chip. 
We're here alone.  All alone," I lied, moving my hands to caress
my breasts in front of him.  Then I began caressing myself lower
as I talked to him, seducing him.

"I love to touch myself, don't you, Chip?  Do you masturbate
much, Chip.  Of course you do, don't you.  How silly of me.  All
young boys masturbate, don't they, Chip.  And it feels
wonderful, doesn't it, when you touch your cock.  I can see it
growing harder as you watch me, Chip.  I'm exciting you, aren't
I, even though I'm old enough to be your mother.  I'm turning
you on, aren't I, Chip."

"Y... yes," he answered, his voice cracking as he watched me
moving my hands lower, through the thick thatch of jet-black
pubic hair, then lower still, until I was parting my pussy lips for
him, brazenly showing him the wet, pink flesh inside my cunt.

"Look at me, Chip.  I want you to look at me.  Look at my
pussy, Chip.  It needs something inside it.  Something young and
hard and thick and smooth... like your cock, Chip.  My fingers
just won't do any longer," I said, jamming two fingers inside my
cunt, finger-fucking myself in front of this young man as his
cock twitched and strained to burst through the thin, faded
denim of his cut-off shorts.

"Oh Godddd!" he moaned, and I saw him reach down and touch
himself before he realized what he'd done.  As soon as contact
was made with his cock his fingers seemed to jump away from
it, his face turning beet red.

"No, it's okay, Chip.  I want you to touch yourself while you
watch me.  In fact, let's take it out for you.  You must be very
uncomfortable, aren't you, Chip?" I asked, dropping to my knees
in front of him, between those muscular, hot, sweat-covered
young thighs.

The heat from his body was intoxicating, as was the strong, male
essence that assailed my nostrils as I moved closer to him.  He
didn't resist when I unsnapped, and then began unzipping his
shorts, my eyes staring into his as he watched what I was doing. 
When the denim shorts were all the way unzipped, I reached
inside and felt his cock.  God it was hot... so fucking hot, and
sweaty.

"Oh Mrs. Blakeeeeee!" he groaned as I released the thick shaft
from it's imprisonment, squeezing it gently, milking a dollop of
pre-cum juice from the end.

"It's beautiful, Chip.  Your cock is beautiful.  Does it taste as
good as it looks?" I asked, leaning forward, the strong smell
even stronger now as I brought my face, and nose, closer to it.

"Mrs. Blake... I... I'm dirty.  I haven't showered yet today... I was
waiting until I finished your lawn.  I'm sorry," he squirmed,
uncomfortably.

"Then let's take you upstairs and get you cleaned up, Chip," I
said, pulling him to his feet.  "You can shower in my bedroom. 
With me."

I led Chip down the hall and into our bedroom, letting my robe
fall to the floor as we entered the room.  Then, totally naked, I
turned to Chip and tugged his shorts and cotton briefs off his
hard body.  God he was sexy... so physically perfect, with a tuft
of blond hair on his chest and a thin line of blond hair covering
the space between his navel and his pubic hair, which was also
of such a light brown color it, too, was almost blond.

When Chip was as naked as I, I stood back and observed him. 
His cock was sticking straight out in front of him, so hard it
actually curved upward toward his hard belly.  Silver rivers of
pre-cum juice were running down the underside of his cock, and
I knew I had to taste it, sweaty or not.

"I can't help this, Chip.  I have to do it," I said, again dropping to
my knees in front of him, immediately licking his thick shaft,
licking, and tasting, the strong sweat and pre-cum juices
covering his cock.  I heard him groaning above me, and on
impulse leaned lower and began licking and sucking his sweat
drenched balls.

"Oh GODDDDD!" he gasped, instilling in me a desire to be
even nastier, even dirtier.  I was becoming the slut William
wanted me to become, wasn't I? Then why not take it all the
way, my sizzling brain communicated to me.  I moved lower
still, spreading Chip's legs apart, crawling beneath his cock and
balls, licking, tasting, pressing my tongue into nasty dark places
until I was touching his anus with it, licking the acrid sweat from
his ass crack. I was no longer simply transforming myself.  The
moment my tongue touched this young man's dark, sweaty
asshole, I knew I had become... WifeSlut.

"Oh God, Mrs. Blake... I... I'm COMINGGGGGG!" Chip cried
out.  Quickly I moved my face up to catch the first blast of
semen as it splattered against my face.  Moaning, my fingers
flying over my swollen clitoris, I came as well, my orgasm
shattering me, as blast after blast of young male cum spewed out
the end of Chip's cock and onto my face and tongue.  I chewed
some of it, moaning as I continued to play with myself, and then
I swallowed it, moving my mouth over the end of the hot cock
as it continued to come inside my mouth.  My God, I thought. 
This boy is incredible.  He continued shooting so much cum he
suddenly reminded me of the infamous porn star Peter North. 
As I stared up at him, observing his youthful, all-American good
looks I realized he even looked like Peter North.  Suddenly, I
came again, a much smaller orgasm this time, but satisfying
nonetheless.  

Afterward I got up off my knees and kissed Chip, forcing some
of own his cum back into his mouth.  My face smelled awful, I
knew, since Chip's ass and ball sweat was mingled along with
his cum all over my face, but that was part of the fun, wasn't it? 
To indulge in such nasty games with my new young lover?  I
even reached down and scooped out a hand full of my own
sweet pussy juices, and wiped them across Chip's face as well. 
He shuddered, but allowed me to do it, and secretly I believe he
enjoyed my degrading him as much as I.

I didn't want to shower yet.  I was enjoying the smells from
Chip's body on my face too much, but I thought perhaps Chip
would be more comfortable if we cleaned up, so I led him into
our bathroom and into the shower.  As the warm spray washed
over us I hugged him, pressing my tits into his hard chest,
squeezing his cock lovingly, getting him hard again.  He allowed
me to do as I pleased with him, moaning softly as his hands
touched my breasts while I slowly masturbated him.

When his cock was hard again, I turned off the water and we got
out of the shower.  I dried Chip off quickly, as he did me.  When
I playfully led Chip into our bedroom again, leading him by the
cock, I almost died when I suddenly heard my husband say,
"What the hell is going on here?"  

"Oh God!" Chip gasped, almost crying he was so fearful.  

I knew I had to react fast if Chip was to fuck me, so I said,
"What does it look like, darling?  You told me you wanted to see
me fucking other men, so stick around.  That's exactly what's
about to happen."

Suddenly William began to smile, and I knew everything would
be all right. "It is what you wanted, isn't it, darling?  I've already
sucked him off, and allowed him to come on my face.  Now he's
going to fuck me, aren't you, Chip darling."

"I... oh God... I... I-" Chip stammered.

"It's okay, Chip.  She's right," William said soothingly.  "Don't
worry about it.  You're doing nothing wrong.  Just continue with
her as though I wasn't here," my husband said, and I noticed him
taking off his clothes.

"Hey, wait a minute, Mr. Blake," Chip began, backing away
from William. "I'm not into that kind of stuff."

William laughed.  "Neither am I, Chip.  Don't worry.  I'm just
getting comfortable.  I said to pretend I'm not even here," he
continued, getting the jar of Vaseline and baby oil mixture out of
the dresser drawer next to the bed.  We keep it there for
masturbating, and when William was naked and seated in a chair
near the bed, I turned to Chip and began massaging his cock
again.

"Fuck me, Chip.  Do it while my husband watches us.  He loves
it.  He loves watching me fucking other men, don't you darling."

"Yes!" William hissed through dark, hooded eyes.  He was
already hard, and eager to see his WifeSlut get fucked.  "Fuck
her, Chip.  Do it.  Fuck her, hard."

"You see, Chip," I teased.  "He gives you permission to fuck me. 
So come, darling.  Do it to me."

"You people are crazy," Chip said, not sure what to do. 
Fortunately, his cock was sure, and his cock was all I needed. 
Moving to the bed, pulling Chip with me, not letting go of his
rapidly swelling dick, I dragged him onto the bed with me, then
again took him in my mouth, tasting him, spitting all over him,
my eyes locked onto William's as he smiled proudly at me.

"Now, Chip.  Put it in me, darling.  Fuck me with this beautiful
young cock," I coaxed.

Chip looked again at William before mounting me, and when
William signaled for my young stud to fuck me, Chip resisted no
longer.  Looking back at me, he allowed me to pull his cock to
the very entrance to my cunt.  And then he was fucking me,
sliding his rock-hard youthful cock into me, filling me with it,
fucking me with such enthusiasm I thought he would come
almost before we'd begun.  

I was wrong.  Chip fucked me for a very long time before once
again finally erupting, spewing spurt after spurt of hot cum
deeply up inside my wanton pussy.  I lay with my arms above
my head, legs spread, as though I was tied for him, trying to
signal my complete submission to him, wanting him to know he
was free to use me any way he wished.

After he came, Chip was most anxious to leave.  Quickly he
gathered up his shorts and underwear, pulled on his sneakers,
thanked me for a great time, then practically ran out of the
bedroom.  William and I laughed together for a moment, and
then my beautiful husband came over and sat beside me on the
bed.

"How did this happen?" he asked tenderly, kissing me softly on
the lips.

"I was horny, and he was here.  Nothing more than that," I
smiled. 

"I'm glad.  But look.  I'm still horny," William indicated,
showing me his erect cock.

"Would you like sloppy seconds?" I teased.

"I'd love sloppy seconds," he smiled.

"Then earn it," I said, wondering if he'd do what I was thinking.

"How?" he said, amused.

"Eat me.  Taste him, darling.  Taste his cum dripping from my
pussy.  Then fuck me and refill me... my cunt."

"Oh God!  Yes! What a marvelous idea," William said, crawling
between my legs, immediately burying his face between my
thighs, sucking me, sucking my cunt, tasting the first lover other
than William I'd ever had since the day we were married.

As my perverted, sex-crazed husband ate my cum-filled pussy, I
stretched, languidly, like a cat, enjoying the sensations, and the
noisy slurpings of my husband's eager lips and mouth and
tongue.  When I was ready to fuck again, I pulled William up
onto my body and he entered me.

As we fucked, I asked William why he had come home so early.
He explained how his golf game had been rained out, and I
realized I hadn't even known it was raining.  I told William
about how I'd seduced Chip, building up the seduction until
finally William could hold back no longer.  His cock erupted,
and even though it was neither as hard or as thick as Chip's, still,
it was pleasing to me, and I came again.

When we were finished, William asked me if I would do it
again... fuck another man for him.  I told him I planned to fuck
several men, and young men, like Chip, as often as I could.

"You'll be known as the man with the slut for the wife, darling. 
Will that bother you?" I asked.

William stared at me for a long time, kissed me, and told me he
would be, and was, more proud of me than ever before.  I kissed
him, and told him I was glad, because now that I'd sampled other
cock, I definitely would be wanting more.

That night, as I lay in bed listening to William snoring softly
next to me, I knew what I wanted to do.  Fucking Chip had been
wonderful, but I knew I needed to be taken by a group of more
experienced men.  Men who were as addicted to perverted sex as
I... men who wanted to push the envelope, wanted to engage in
the most nasty, kinky deviate sex imaginable.  Men so into sex
they would masturbate openly, in public.  And I knew just where
to find them, too.  Just before drifting off to sleep, I smiled as I
thought about how exciting it was going to be when I visited the
adult book store I'd seen across town from us.  It was in a seedy
neighborhood, one frequented by whores and nasty looking men. 
And very soon, by me....

After my episode with Chip, William became insatiable.  He
couldn't stop talking about it, and whenever he fucked me after
that he insisted on going down on me and eating his cum from
my dripping cunt, telling me he was pretending it belonged to
Chip, or to any number of other men about whom he fantasized
were fucking me.  And to tell you the truth, I loved it as much as
he.

On the day Chip was to return to mow our lawn again, my pussy
was so wet and dewy I could hardly walk without my panties
making little squishing noises. They were sopping, and I left
them that way, the nasty feeling they created in my pussy
encouraging me in my quest to possibly seduce Chip again.

When I heard the familiar sound of our lawn mower my heart
began pounding in my chest.  I looked outside and saw Chip. 
And then I saw his friends. There were four of them, not
counting Chip.  Four gorgeous, youthful, hardbellied studs.  As
Chip mowed the lawn, they helped, picking up loose pieces of
paper, trash, and other odds and ends, something Chip always
saved for last.  My heart pounded harder in my chest and another
flood of gooey dew dampened my cunt as the possible
implications of what might happen began to dawn on me.  Chip
must have remembered my passionate cries of yearning for all
the cock I could find, and he had decided to help me with my
quest.

I immediately went to the bedroom and freshened my makeup,
applying a bit more eye shadow and liner than usual.  "Slut!" I
smiled to myself as I noticed the clearly visible nipples poking at
me beneath my sheer chemise. Even the lips of my freshly
shaved pussy were visible, as were the slippery drippings from
my cunt, glistening in the orange rays of sunlight streaming
through my bedroom window onto my thighs.

Taking a deep breath, feeling so giddy and lightheaded I almost
toppled over as I stood up, I walked slowly toward the back door
leading from the kitchen to our back yard.  I felt like a complete
whore, a total slut, and God how I loved it so.  Steadying myself
as I stared for a moment at the young boys working in our yard,
my breath coming in deep gasps now, I grinned seductively,
opened the door, and stepped outside.

"Chip," I waved, catching his attention.  He grinned at me, then
quickly looked around at his friends to gauge their reactions to
my brazen, sluttish display of near-nudity.

"Hi Mrs. Blake," Chip answered, turning off the mower.

"I see you've brought reinforcements this week," I said, my
excitement so intense I almost came just from seeing the way
these young boys were staring at me.

"Ah... yeah," Chip grinned.

"Then bring them inside, Chip.  We all know why they're here,
don't we," I said, sensuously rubbing a nipple between my
thumb and forefinger before turning to walk inside.

I heard them following me, heard also their silent whisperings of
excited, youthful lust.  It was happening.  This.  All of this.  It
wasn't a wet dream.  It was real.  And it was going to be
incredibly exciting, for all of us.

In the kitchen, I got a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator
and began pouring it into the five glasses I'd taken from the
cupboard before calling out to Chip.  One by one I handed them
to the young men, trembling slightly as each in turn stared at my
nakedness beneath the thin lingerie.  The chemise I'd selected
was light green, trimmed with black lace, and it cupped my
breasts as a pair of hands might, holding them up proudly,
displaying me like the slut I was.  Then I came to Chip.

"I'm glad you brought them for me, Chip," I said, breathing
deeply as I moved in front of him.  "I love your cock, but as
wonderful as it is, it can't compare to a steady line of cocks
fucking me, can it, Chip."

No one said a word.  Too stunned to speak, apparently.  Yet
beneath their cut-off jeans shorts I detected five very eager
lumps quickly forming... lumps I intended to have sliding in me,
inside my body, filling me with deliciously creamy cum as they
fucked me over and over and over.

"Oh God, I'm so fucking hot," I moaned, no longer making the
slightest pretense at dignity.  "I want you, boys.  All of you.  I
want you to fuck me, and suck me, and use me anyway you
wish.  I want you to come in me, in my pussy... and my mouth,"
I teased, sucking my finger.  "And then, if you wish, you can
fuck me in the ass as well... and come in my there.  Does that
sound fun, boys?  Does it?"

A chorus of resounding yes rang out, and to show them how hot
I was I took the pitcher of lemonade and held it above my head. 
"I have to cool off, boys.  I'm so hot... so fucking hot!" I
moaned.  And then I poured the lemonade over my face and all
over my body, soaking my chemise, revealing even more clearly
my erect, naked nipples.

"Let's take her to her bedroom and fuck the shit out of her," one
of them said.

"Yes.  Do it!" I cried out, feeling myself falling into the arms of
one of the boys, feeling his hands cupping my tits, playing with
them.

They picked me up then, and carried me to the bedroom, tossing
me unceremoniously onto the bed, laughing as my body
bounced once before settling into the soft mattress.  Then they
were on me again... their hands, feeling me, ripping open my
lingerie, stripping me naked.  A cock was thrust into my mouth,
and I sucked it for no more than a few seconds before it erupted,
spewing hot cum all over my face as the owner of it pulled it
from my mouth and jerked it off all over me.  Another of them
spread my legs and quickly climbed aboard, fucking me until he,
too, was coming, only instead of pulling free from my body, this
one lunged forward, groaning with glee as his cock filled my
pussy with hot, young cum, spurt after spurt of it, so many I lost
track of the count.

Oh God I loved it, lying there, my arms above my head, legs
spread, wantonly on display for them, available for them to use
any way they wished.  Cum rained down on me from
everywhere... onto my face, naturally, but also on my tits, my
belly, and even onto my cunt.  Cocks were used to spread the
cum across my flesh, and whenever one came close enough to
my mouth, I opened it and tried to capture the delicious crown in
my mouth, often succeeding, sucking lovingly as the cum
spurted into my mouth and down my throat.

"Someone fuck me with a rubber on," I said.  "I want to save it
for my husband."

"Jesus what a sick fuck he must be," one of them said.

"Yes," I smiled, loving the idea, wanting more, more decadence,
more perversion, more... everything.

They fucked me for the remainder of the day, their youthful
cocks seeming to never tire of me, until finally, late in the
afternoon, even these young boys seemed to run out of cum for
me.  I asked if they could call more friends to come and join us,
and they laughed at me, calling me an insatiable slut and a
whore.

"Is that supposed to be demeaning to me?" I inquired.  "Because
if it is, you're wrong.  To me you've just paid me the highest
form of compliment. Clearly I've achieved my goal," I smiled.

They finally left, shaking their heads in amazement at my
performance, and my attitude regarding what I'd done.  I made
them promise to return as often as they could, and they said they
would.

That evening when William returned home I was still dressed,
or rather mostly undressed in nothing but my lingerie.  When he
saw me, with my hair still mussed, a few strands of cum still
clinging to it, he grinned, an evil, depraved grin, before asking
me how I spent my day.

"Chip was here again," I began, smiling.  "With friends.  Four of
them."  
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