Epilogue

After Jason gave me the fucking of my life, I reassured myself that that wasn't a really bad choice. Subconsciously, however, I knew that I was a really bad girl. The next day I had sex with my boyfriend, but Jason was right. I didn't enjoy it as much. I can't enjoy any sex but THAT one. I felt so guilty. I was sure that when Aron ate me out the next day, he could definitely still smell Jason's cum on my pussy. I have to admit that for quite a few days I still felt that Jason was fucked me so well. He was right about that too, and I could hardly even walk.

Aron didn't know anything about it and I was with him for another year before we broke up. Yes. I'm not with him anymore. I couldn't bear the guilt. I may never forgive myself for what I did to him. He was too precious for me to look him in the eye after that. And not only what I did, but what I said and what Jason **** me to say. I feel so bad. I know that remorse is not a solution, but I feel like a piece of shit. Mainly because I enjoyed it. I have to admit that I think size does matter. And I know about myself that I have become a real size queen. I became completely addicted. From that day on, I never enjoyed sex so much. Jason completely changed my life. Only fucking huge monster cocks can make me happy and satisfy me.

How can everything fucked up like this. I had a perfect life with a perfect boyfriend. Now I don't have a boyfriend and I feel like crap. Anyway, I didn't meet Jason again, at least not because of sex. We ran into each other a couple of times at Aron's workplace and he made hints for another fuck, but I didn't want to. Aron didn't get the job anyway, Jason was the runner-up as he said. Even that is fucked up. Jason started calling my boyfriend 'little Aron' at work, but I don't know if he found out what happened. Probably yes. But it doesn't affect me anymore. I don't need to, and I wouldn't be able to look him in the eye after what happened. The smartest thing I could do was let him go.

I wanted to share this story with you so I can feel a little better. Thanks for reading all the way through. To be honest, I'm curious about your opinion on whether you consider me a slut (I certainly yes) and what you would have done in my place, what would be the right decision. With your advice, I might be able to avoid similar situations in the future.