I shaved my pussy that night, and the next morning, woke Aaron up and asked him to taste me again.He did - I came a few times during the tasting (scre...ming the whole while) but he said that it’d been too long since he’d tasted Madison to really remember, and he’d need to try again when he was more awake.Aaron ended up tasting me two or three times a day for the next couple of days, and so when I next went out with Mike, I was sexually exhausted. According to Aaron, Madison’s orgasms had been. With a cock that size and apparently plenty of stamina he was probably used to pleasing most women without much difficulty.“Oh fuck… oh yes…” Tegan moaned between breaths, like some kind of mantra. She felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t come, but in a perverse way she almost took it like a personal challenge, like an endurance test. She could tell he was probably not going to last too much longer and started to egg him on between her moans of pleasure.“Fuck yes… fuck me… harder…”. Blinding agony courses through me. Several times I feel the knife slide into my body. Somehow it feels like it’s his right, he’s my husband, my lover, he has the right to do this to me. But why does it have to hurt so much.I see his foot swinging towards my face, inching slowly forward, I can see every little detail of the tread of his shoe, see the tiny piece of gravel stuck just under the toe of the shoe. His shoes moves so slowly as it approaches my left eye, I want to move out of the way. I quickly turned my mind away from thoughts of my new sensuality. It was bad enough to look like a woman without imagining sex as one.And yet I also felt a faint sense of pride that my body could be so appealing. God, was I succumbing to feminine vanity so quickly?All three sets of thoughts coalesced at once as I began the mental process of assimilating what I had become. The human mind can be very resilient, and I realized that on a variety of levels, I had already begun to accept that I was.