"I have never understood the whole idea of Lent," I said to him as we were lying there, me feeling cold where the cum on my body was starting to dry.

"That's because you're a heathen," he answered, his fingers moving back down and touching my thigh.

I giggled. "Very true," I said, my breath catching as he pushed his fingers into me, knowing that once I had started cumming I was too greedy to stop until he decided he was done with me. "I think you're my church," I whispered, enjoying the way he touched me.

He looked down and kissed me. "Oh well, maybe next year I can give up something with you, in solidarity. Like weekly oysters or Twitter." I laughed, knowing next year was very far away.

My pussy was getting tighter again. I loved how he knew just what to do to bring me back to the edge. I craved how he kept me here sometimes, talking to me, teasing me with words while his fingers worked to make me speechless.

"We don't need to wait a year, you know," he whispered as he shifted to bring his stiffening cock close to my mouth. There's nothing I like more than feeling his cock get hard as I play with it. I started licking and could taste myself on him. My pussy began to spasm, just a little. I moaned into his dick and tried to focus on his words. He was suddenly very hard and started to fuck my mouth. I was surprised because he is not usually ready again so soon afterwards.

His fingers were fucking me relentlessly now and he started to lick my swollen and sensitive clit. I was choking on his cock and he wasn't letting up. I started to splash on his face, my screams smothered by his cock. "Oh sweet girl, you like that?" he teased, not stopping. "How many times have you already cum today?"

The question was rhetorical. There's no way to count once I started. And anyway, I can't answer with his dick so deep. I started bucking my hips, a sign that I was about to pass out. I liked that he wasn't afraid to bring me to that point. So many lovers would be scared or think there was something wrong with me. Most found my greedy nature more than they bargained for after the initial excitement. He would make me cum until I couldn't get out of bed. I loved him beyond comprehension for it.

He released his cock, spit everywhere, and I gasped, partly for air but mostly because I wanted it back down my throat. But, not today. He pushed me and I knew to move to the bottom of the bed. He shoved my face down onto the blanket I had soaked and he got behind me. He pulled me up by my hair in a way that made me scream in a delicious way. "Look what a mess you made," he growled as his cock pushed up against my ass. I moaned and pushed back as best I could. I was focusing on breathing as his other hand was on my throat. It was impossible to try to get away. He had not played with my ass today and I hadn't expected him to push into me with no warning. It would have hurt if not for the fact that I was so far gone into what was happening. It hurt but in a way that made it feel incredible. He held me in place and pushed my face down to onto the bed. The only way to breathe was to drink in my squirting mess. I felt my next orgasm build and I was torn between being embarrassed and thankful.

"You dirty dirty girl," he grunted, forcing his spit-slicked cock into my ass. "You can't help yourself can you?"

I was so surprised by this new round of intensity. We had just played hard and I couldn't believe how much I loved this man who understood what I needed.

"Cum for me now," he commanded as he got close to his next orgasm. "Cum for me now little slut," as I started to tremble and spray, "because this is the last time," he said, pounding my ass with each word, "for 40 days!" he said as he finished deep inside me. I was convulsing and whimpering and trying to breathe. My orgasms are often intense but always so much stronger this way. I was trying to process what he said to me. He was still inside me and we were both panting, exhausted.

I turned around and he slid out. I felt his cum drooling out down my leg and wished we had been recording ourselves. This was something I wanted to relive. Except...

"OMG. What brought that on?" I asked him, still having trouble with breathing.

He turned me over, looked down at me, kissing my mouth, touching my breasts. I was still shaking. He smiled and touched my clit making me quiver again.

"Well," he whispered, kissing my neck. "I decided that since I'm your church, you're going to do as I tell you."

I giggled but he wasn't laughing. "I went 40 days without whiskey or my beloved craft beer and survived," he went on, still kissing, still nibbling.

"Starting now, you're going to go 40 days without an orgasm."

I sat up and started to protest. "Nope," he told me, before I even started. "I've already decided. You are a good slut but you're greedy."

He kissed me again, smiling, playful. I didn't know what to say. "And, don't worry," he continued, his lips grazing against my nipples. "You're not going to cum but I still will. Your body will be used and used," he murmured, sliding his hand around to my ass before coming back to touch my face.

His fingers were on my lips, and I knew better than to speak. He didn't have many rules but this was one.

"You'll want to cum of course," he went on, his idea gathering steam, "but you won't because that will mean not only will you not orgasm, but you won't get to suck my cock either."

I was panicking now. I had never lasted a week. I couldn't do this. I needed to cum. I needed his cum.

"Don't worry, girl," he went on, bending down to lick my ass where he had taken what we both wanted just a few minutes ago, "I'm still going to have so much fun."