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Megan Ch. 01

By: miketodd



As dorky as it sounds, I guess I noticed her for the first time in band class. I knew her before that, but she dated one of my friends, big polar bear of a guy. I knew her as his unassuming girlfriend, always there but never remarkable. He went off to college though, and all of a sudden Megan looked totally different to me. I always knew she had pretty blue eyes, but it took until I sat across from her in band that I noticed her full breasts, her teasing smile. She was definitely still a girl, even though a rash of birthdays turned us all 18 earlier that fall, but she had the breasts of a woman. Full and heavy, but you could tell they were still perky, straining at the bras she would wear. She would arch her back to play her flute, pushing them at me. I would move my fingers on my sax, pretending to play so the band director wouldn't notice, but for weeks I didn't play a note. 

My car broke down that fall, and even though she didn't live near me she started giving me rides home from school. We became better friends, but honestly I couldn't tell you what we would talk about in those days. I would just be on autopilot, trying not to get caught staring. Her car smelled like her perfume, flowery and a little musky, and my clothes would smell like it after I got out. Once she left a pair of panties on the seat, which she hastily threw in the back before I got in. I wondered if it made me a creep that I got instantly hard. Probably. I was fine with it. She started hanging out at my house a little after we got there, we would sometimes sneak a cigarette together if my parents weren't home. It was getting chilly when we finally got to an awkward pause after one of those cigarettes, and we edged closer to each other. Her lips were soft and firm, her mouth was the warmest one I had ever kissed. Our tongues found a rhythm, she bit my lower lip as she pulled away.

"I can't." She smoothed down her shirt, I could see just a hint of a nipple poling out against the fall. 

"I know. Mark..."

"Yeah, he's your friend, he's my boyfriend."

"I know."

There was a warm day and we were all riding around in my friend Gus' car. Just driving around, smoking cigarettes, listening to loud rap, pretending we were the shit. Gus was in the front with his girlfriend Amber, maybe they were fighting or something. Megan was in the back with me. We were sharing a cigarette, trying to conserve. She was wearing a little black tanktop, no bra, and I could see her breasts sway every time we turned a corner. I didn't even try to hide my staring. She stared back. She kicked off a sandal and ran her toe up my shin, I could hardly keep from moaning. She sucked on the cigarette, blowing smoke out the side of her lips, and handed it to me. I sucked on it too, I could taste her lip gloss. We stopped to get gas, Gus and Amber went inside for a coke. I practically jumped on Megan, tasting her steaming mouth again, running my hands across her belly. 

"They're coming back."

"Ok, ok."

"Besides..."

"I know."

We went to a movie with some friends, ended up sitting next to each other. Just a half an hour in, a hand was on my thigh, rubbing up and down. I looked over but she wouldn't look at me. She continued to rub, innocent at first, then straying near my crotch. Then, inside the pocket of my khakis, she touched my cock. I jumped, Gus next me looked over.

"I'm fine."

The hand in my pocket rubbed down my shaft. I reached over to her seat, started feeling for her jeans, but she slapped my hand. I have no idea what happened in the movie. Gus gave us a ride back to our cars at the end of the road that led to my house. She got in my car.

"We need to talk about some things," she said. 

I had been preparing. "It's just that I know youre happy with him but he's not here and I don't know if that can really make you happy and I just really like you and the couple of times that we've..."

"Shut up." 

Maybe we didn't need to talk. We kissed, she leaned over to my seat and put her hand back on my thigh, I arched my back to draw it to my crotch. I pulled off her sweater, awkwardly banging her hands into the window. She had on a tank top, and I pulled one strap down. She looked at me but didn't say anything. I unsnapped her strapless bra, still nothing. I peeled down the layer of cotton, her breast was even more perfect than I imagined. Milky-white, the top half sloped down to a slightly swollen nipple that pointed at the windshield, the bottom was perfectly round, and it jiggled when I pulled down the shirt. I lowered my head, breathed on her nipple and kissed her skin in little circles. She sighed, and I licked in little swirls around her areola, making everything get a little puffier. I sucked, flicking to the hard tip with my tongue.

"Oh shit, you're going to turn me on too much."

"Too much?"

"I still shouldn't be doing this."

I pulled away, but she just sat there, breast still exposed.

"Let me see it." She said.

"See it?"

"It felt big, please let me see it."

Always obedient, I unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was three quarters hard, pissed for being in those khakis and being teased the whole movie. 

"Jesus, it's gorgeous."

I had never been told my penis was gorgeous before. She took it in her grip, moving her fingers up and down lightly. 

"It's...different. Big and different."

"I'm uncircumcised."

"What's that?"

"Don't worry about it."

She kept rubbing, reaching down to squeeze my balls. 

"I haven't fucked Mark." She didn't stop squeezing.

"Ok."

"That means I cant fuck you."

I didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter. She kept stroking, wrapping her skinny fingers around surprisingly hard. She started pumping, I had never felt anything quite like it. A girl never has the same grip as I do myself, and frankly I usually know what I like, but she felt phenomenal. I breathed in.

"Ooops." She smiled at me, devilish. "I hope you were going to wash that shirt soon."

I couldn't talk.

"I have to go." She pulled her tank top up, grabbed her sweater, and was out the door. 

...to be continued.

Megan Ch. 01



Chapter 1 - Megan Gets Tricked

Megan was walking home from another boring day at school thinking over the conversation she had overhear in the toilets at school where a girl in the year above her was telling her friend about how she had been made to suck off and then swallow her boyfriends cum. She went onto explain how she had been wanting to wait till she was ready but after a heavy make our session where they had both be kissing and touching her bf had pulled out his cock and told her to suck it. She had told him she didn't want to but he took hold of the back of her head and forced her face down on his cock and pushed it in till she choked. She told her friend how she had not known how to stop him and the next thing she knew he was cumming in her mouth and all she could do was swallow, he had left her on the bed crying and will cum dripping down her chin onto her school shirt. Nothing remotely like that had happened to Megan in her short 18 year life, she had never had a boyfriend or even been kissed, but she wasn't ashamed of this she was proud that she was going to wait for the right guy. She was however sure that she wouldn't have put up with a guy forcing her into doing anything and would of bitten of they guys cock if he had tried making her suck it. She smiled to herself as she reached her door and let herself in.

Walking through the house Megan wasn't surprised to find that the house was empty, her mum worked late most days and she usually had to make dinner for herself and her younger brother John when he wasn't out with his friends or at football practise, as it was a Wednesday evening, she knew that John wouldn't be home for a few hours and her mum could be in some time after 9 that night. She walked into the kitchen and quickly made herself a sandwich before putting herself in front of the television on the sofa and grabbing her laptop to check Facebook. After commenting on a few friends status's and updating her own on the new Paramore song she liked she quickly got bored and decided to go onto a chat site and mess about for a bit. Now although Megan was a virgin that didn't mean she didn't know about sex and didn't play with herself now and again when she was bored or horny, she had discovered an online chat site for people her ago on Google a few months back and had been on around once a week ever since. She would spend a few hours while she was alone in the house chatting to random guys about music or movies and as the conversion went on it would soon turn to sex and cybering. She had never actually touched herself while chatting to the guys, but would play along until she could feel herself getting very wet and then would log off and go up to her room and slowly fantasise about what it would be like to actually do some of the things the guys had told her about and eventually she would have a nice long orgasm and lie still until she calmed down, then she would get a shower and chill out until her mum came home and then would learn all about her day.

Today was just like any other time, Megan had been logged into the site for an hour under her log-in name IvoryGurlM , had chatted to a few guys but nothing fun had happened to far and she was considering skipping chatting and just going to get a shower when she got a PM from a random guy she had never spoken to before called Dominatus

Dominatus: So your bored and sitting at home with nothing to do, you get the usual PM's from losers in here asking all about your favourite band under some pretext to pretend they are interested in you to make you have cyber sex with you. Well I'm Dominatus and if you give me a chance I will give you something longer lasting than a 2 minute thrill you have gotten so far on this site

Megan sat for a few minutes thinking that it was a strange introductory message to get but not the worse she had received by a long shot, she was intrigued and decided to answer him:

IvoryGurlM: Hello Dominatus, your quite right I am very bored and just thinking about logging off, so better make the most of me!

She giggled to herself and thought she would see if he could live up to his claims

Dominatus: Well lets start by getting to know one another, you can call me Sir, and Sir wants to know your name and what you are wearing

Megan laughed out load at this straight forward demand, but decided she would play along and see what happened.

IvoryGurlM: OK Sir lol my name is Rachel and I'm naked J

She giggled to herself, thinking, that will get him going

Dominatus: Very amusing, but if you lie to me again I am going to leave you alone and you will never experience what only I can give you and you will regret it for the rest of you life, now tell me the truth

For some reason Megan just didn't think through her next message and told the absolute truth

IvoryGurlM: Sorry Sir, my name is Megan and I only just got in from school so I have on my uniform

Dominatus: I want to know every stitch that you have on Megan, not just a vague idea of it! Try again!

Megan got annoyed at the demanding but then found herself answering anyway

IvoryGurlM: I have on a white shirt and black trousers and plain white knickers and a bra, I took off my tie when I got in...Sir

Dominatus: OK Megan much better, now tell me how old you are, how long do you have the house to yourself for?

Megan wondered if it was a lucky guess that he knew she was alone, but didn't question it

IvoryGurlM: ummmm I'm 16 and I will be on my own for a couple of hours, how old are you?

Dominatus: You forgot to call me Sir, so now I am not going to tell you my age or answer any other questions you have about me, instead I want to know more about you. Do you have a boyfriend Megan?

Megan got a little annoyed at this and considered closing down the conversation if she wasn't going to learn anything from this guy, but then took a deep breath and answered

IvoryGurlM: No SIR, I've never had a boyfriend

Dominatus: So you're a virgin then, that's good, I don't like what your wearing so your going to go change for me. Go and put on the shortest skirt you own, a vest top with no bra and a thong

Megan blushed when she was referred to as a virgin but then smiled as he told her to change, it was usually that she was being ordered to strip not put clothes on. She waited 5 minutes and then replied

IvoryGurlM: OK Sir I have on what you asked

Dominatus: This is the second time you have lied to me Megan, once more and I'm gone from your life for good, now get your ass up to your room and change as I've told you!

Megan sat for a second, wondering how he knew she hadn't done as he asked, then she decided she would go change and see what he had in mind next, there could be no harm in it.

When she got to her room she slowly stripped off her school uniform and underwear until she was naked and then looked at herself in the mirror. She had long dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders that she had straightened that morning for school, with thin eyebrows over deep blue eyes, with a small nose and sweet small mouth. She was quite thin but well toned from all the running and swimming she did for school, as she looked at herself she turned and cupped her small b cup breasts and felt her hard nipples poking between her fingers. She let her hands drop and brush over her flat stomach and then down over he trimmed pubic hair and onto her pussy lips, which she found surprisingly wet. She realised she had let her mind wander and quickly went though her draws and pulled out an old denim skirt from the bottom draw that she hasn't worn in about 3 years and quickly pulled it on, along with a white vest top and lastly her only thong that she had bought one day when she was in a strange naughty mood and had only worn a handful of times. She looked at herself again in the mirror and wasn't unhappy with the way she looked. She would never have worn this all out, but she thought she looked pretty still anyway, apart from the skirt being just under her little bum. She turned and rushed down stairs thinking that he would probably be gone because of how long she had taken. She discovered that instead the chat program had logged her off for not using it in 15 minutes and strangely she felt disappointed that she wouldn't discover what Dominatus was going to say next.

Megan was considering just forgetting all about the night so far and just going back upstairs and stripping out of the clothes and giving up, but instead she hit log-in again and re-entered her nickname and looked through the list of people in the chat room to see if Dominatus was still there. She felt her face break out in a smile when she saw his name and quickly opened a conversation window

IvoryGurlM: I'm soooo sorry sir! It just logged me out while I was away L

Dominatus: That's OK Megan. It wasn't your fault, perhaps you better give me your msn address and we can chat on messenger, that way I wont lose you again 

Being so pleased that she hasn't missed out on what else was going to be said by Dominatus Megan didn't even think before she quickly typed out her personal msn address rather than the one she usually gave out to guys on the chat site. Once she realised what she had done she regret it, but then decided that now he had it she should just log onto her own msn and chat on there. She logged on offline so no one would disturb her and then sat and waited till she got Dominatus friend request. Once she accepted it she opened up a window with him to chat

Megan: I've put myself as showing offline so I wont get loads of people trying to chat to me I hope that is OK

Dominatus: No I want to see if you go offline, so just change it to busy and ignore anyone who sends you a message

Megan pouted slightly and then did as she was asked, what she suddenly realised was that she had a picture of herself as her display picture sitting by a tree in jeans and a t-shirt smiling up at her brother as he took a picture of her, she quickly changed it to the default fish picture when she got another message 

Dominatus: You are incredibly gorgeous Megan, you may as well leave the picture up I have seen it now...you should never hid your way to pretty for that

She blushed hearing the compliment, the first she had ever received from someone who wasn't family

Dominatus: I'll tell you what, if you send me that picture of you so I can see it in full size I will send you one of me, so you can see what I look like

Megan sat and thought about this for a minute, she was very curious to find out what this guy looked like after chatting to him for an hour and there was no harm, he had seen her already after all, she clicked send a file or photo and found the photo amongst other random photos of her and her friends and hit send

Dominatus: Well Megan you have got me all hard seeing you in full screen, you truly are a beauty

The file request appeared on her screen and Megan quickly hit accept and waited for it to download. Then she opened the file and was greeted with the sight of a guy in just jeans with a well build body, six pack, big arms, short dark hair and bright blue eyes and a stunning smile. She couldn't believe how gorgeous this guy was and wondered why he would be talking to her

Dominatus: Megan? Anything you want to say?

Megan: Your very handsome sir, I feel lucky that I got to talk to you

Megan felt her hand stray and rub softly over her thong covered mound when the next message came

Dominatus: Are you horny Megan?

Her hand moved away from her pussy quickly and then she laughed at herself, it was just a lucky guess she thought and put it back onto her pussy.

Megan: What makes you think that? 

Dominatus: I can tell when a girl is wet, its one of my talents

Megan laughed again and though, if only you knew, but now wanted to know what he had in mind next

Megan: What now Sir?

Dominatus: Now I want you to pull your vest top up over your tits and pinch your little nipples for me

Think for a second, Megan laughed and decided to just pretend again, she had never had the most sensitive nipples and hardly ever played with them, she was happy where her hand was right now, she started to type...

Dominatus: Remember your on your last warning, any more lies and we wont be continuing our conversation 

Megan laughed, convinced that he always made this point and assumed she would do it anyway the second time, so she sat for a second again, slowly rubbing herself over her now wet thong and then again began to type that she had done as she was asked

Dominatus: Megan, if you can't take this seriously you will never benefit from what I can give you, this is your last chance

She sat stunned for a second, wondering how he could know she wasn't following his orders, then she made a decision that would change things forever, she reached down and pulled her vest top up over her small boobs and slowly started to punch her hard little nipples

Megan: Ok Sir I'm doing what you said

Dominatus: Good girl, your doing great, does that feel good baby girl?

Megan smiled at the compliment and quickly replied

Megan: My nipples are very sensitive, I prefer just rubbing my pussy

She blushed not meaning to say so much but feeling confident enough to make this confession

Dominatus: Well I want you to enjoy yourself, so instead I want you to stand up and take off your thong, then I want you to push a finger inside your wet little pussy for me

Megan got up quickly pleased she could touch her pussy again and pull her skirt up around her waist before pulling down her thong and slowly running her fingers over her pussy, spreading herself slightly, then sitting down before slowly pushing a finger into her tight wet pussy

Megan: mmmm that's so much better

Dominatus: Are you using a laptop Megan?

Megan: Yes Sir

Dominatus: Lets go up to your room so you can get more comfortable

Jumping up again, Megan decided this was a great idea and quickly took her laptop upstairs into her room and positioned it between her legs as she propped herself up sitting so she could read and type while she was playing

Megan: Ok Sir I'm in my room on my bed....touching myself lol

Dominatus: Good girl, put the finger from your pussy in your mouth and tell me how you taste

Gross! Was Megan's first though, but then decided she would go along with it, so far this had all been a lot of fun. She put the finger into her mouth and sucked off all the juices. She smiled, there wasn't a really strong taste, slightly tangy and sweet, she wouldn't object to tasting more

Megan: I taste sweet Sir

Dominatus: I bet you do, I can wait to try and see. Have you ever played with your ass before Megan?

Wow she thought, this is getting more gross by the second

Megan: No and I don't think I will be starting today either, nobody can enjoy doing that

Dominatus: How do you know when you have never tried and why do so many girls do it if they all hate it?

Megan was surprised she wasn't told of and demanded to do it, but she sat and thought for a second, she had definitely heard of anal sex before and not just in the gay way, so there must be a reason people do it. 

Megan: What would you like me to do?

Dominatus: Take you wet finger and slowly rub it all over your asshole and get it nice and wet, then get some more of your pussy juice on your finger and slowly push it into your bum

She took a deep breath and followed his instructions, slowly rubbing her asshole with a finger, which was surprisingly nice and then coating her finger in her pussy juices and then slowly pushing her finger inside. About half way in it started to feel uncomfortable and then once she was nearly all the way in it started to hurt, so she stopped and took out her finger

Megan: I don't like it, it hurts!

Dominatus: Well you will learn to love it I promise you that. Move back to your pussy then and slowly play with your clit

Megan smiled that she had been let off so easily and didn't have to turn off her computer when he insisted and went back to rubbing her clit and enjoying the feeling

Dominatus: Ready for the next part of your training

Training? Megan laughed, as if. But she was interested to see what was next on the agenda, so quickly replied with one hand

Megan: YES SIR!!!!

Dominatus: Do you know your next door neighbours well?

Megan then decided that this had gone to far and she wouldn't do what he asked next, but curiosity made her carry on to find out what it would be before she blocked him

Megan: Yes there is an old couple on one side who are like 80 or something and then on the other side is this creepy guy who my parents don't like and is always trying to speak to me, why?

Dominatus: Well as your so rude and don't speak back to him I think he deserves a treat. I want you to go next door and knock on his door and when he answers as him for some milk as you have run out. Then when he gets back I want you to drop your house keys on the floor and turn your back to him and bend over to pick them up without bending your knees. Then you will look over your should while bent over and thank him for the milk and then come back to me!

She laughed out loud at the outrageous demand and then rolled her eyes. As if she was going to expose herself to a creep like him. No one had seen her pussy apart from her parents when she was really young, she wasn't about to let the next door neighbour be the first to have that privilege

Megan: ummmm No I wont be doing that, sorry Sir

Dominatus: Well actually, Megan James from London, you will be doing it

Megan felt her mouth drop open as he called her by her full name, she was sure she hadn't told him that and she definitely knew she hadn't told him where she lived

Dominatus: Don't look so shocked, it wasn't very hard to find out all about you once I had your email address you stupid bitch, while you have been busy playing your that tight cunt I have been looking at your face book page finding out all about you and making sure I knew who all your friends were

She felt herself get angry at how stupid she had been but then laughed and decided he had done her a favour, she wouldn't make the same mistake again and could easily make her page more private so he wouldn't see anything else, if he contacted any of her friends she could just say he was a stalker or something

Megan: Like I give a shit you weirdo, I'm going now, don't message me on face book you will be blocked!

Dominatus: I wouldn't be so fast to go yet Megan, I have a surprise for you, and trust me you don't want to ignore this

Megan saw a link appear to a website, she hesitated for a second and then clicked it, the page loaded slowly but then all of a sudden she saw herself on the page in a video, sitting in her living room downstairs with her boobs out, slowly pinching her nipples. The colour slowly drained out of her cheeks, how could this of happened the webcam light never went on, how did he do that!

Dominatus: I see your watching your present, quite the little slut you seem, I especially love the part where you finger your tight little bum, I bet all of your class mates and your parents would love to see to, not to mention your little brother

Her world slowly came crashing down around her, she was in total shock and didn't know what to do

Megan: What do you want?

Dominatus: From now on your mine, you will follow my orders to the letter and do anything I ask. If you please me until the end of the summer holidays I will delete the video and let you start your new school year free from me

Megan sat and thought about this, it was only 6 months away, while 6 months was a long time, it was better than her life being ruined forever. How bad could it be anyway, it was only over the internet

Megan: Ok Sir, what do I have to do?



Megan Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Meeting Megan

I should have hated and feared her from the moment she stepped into my classroom. To be honest, though, I didn't notice her- she was just another student who looked vaguely familiar. Oh certainly, she was very pretty, standing at 5'6'' with an athletic build, wavy brown hair that came down just past her shoulders and dark green eyes that had a subtle hint of mischief, of naughtiness. But, I knew better; I knew to keep my distance, to be professional, and to not get too close to any student. 

Way back when I was a puppy just learning the ropes, my old friend and mentor, Mr. Castile, had taken me aside and said, "Jack, I'm going to tell you this because college professors are too embarrassed to admit it, but the fact of the matter is that you're going to face temptation. When a pretty girl with hormones running wild through her body listens to you quote Yeats from memory or read a line from Shakespeare with understanding, she's going to get a crush on you, and for your own protection, you're going to have to chase her off..."

"Bob," I objected, "that's not my thing. I know better, I-" But then Castile cut me off.

"Bullshit," he said. "The temptation is always there; on top of that, you're not horrible to look at, and you're pretty fuckin' good in the classroom, so it's going to happen." We argued in a friendly way, but I walked away from that discussion more wary and careful than what I had been as an intern. That had been nearly ten years before, and over time, I let my guard down- and that was a mistake, most especially with Megan.

About a week into the school year, Megan stayed after class briefly and waited for the regular gaggle of question-askers to disperse. "Mr. W." she said (my last name is Williams), "You don't remember me, do you?"

I was surprised by the question, and asked, "Should I?"

"Probably not," she answered, her cheeks blushing a little, "I was in your class when you taught at Brooker." Brooker was the public middle school on the other side of town, and had been where I cut my teeth as a young teacher before getting hired at prestigious St. Catherine's.

It took me a moment, but then the light clicked on: Megan had been in my class when she was in the 8th grade, but I hadn't seen much of her. She had turned wild doing God knows what (alcohol and drugs was the assumption) and had more or less disappeared by November of that year. There were rumors that she was doing time in juvenile hall or the psychiatric ward- depending on the source. "Megan," I said, "I am so sorry. I can't believe I didn't recognize you."

"Don't be," she said, "I was really bad back then, and I don't look the same." Both statements were true- I had disliked her for staring at me with bored eyes on those rare occasions when she had actually bothered to come to school. She had also been rail thin, with dark, sunken eyes and hair that covered most of her face. Now, however, she was absolutely beautiful and seemed to radiate confidence. There was just this spark that I could feel that both excited me and made me nervous. I caught myself staring for a second, before she quickly continued. "But anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'm different now. I got my life together and I want to be an English teacher like you." 

It was my turn to blush as I smiled. "Well good," I said as our eyes locked. She gave a nervous little laugh, started to say something, but then thought better of it as my next class started to fill the room. And then she was gone.

Now, if you expected Megan and I to start having sex in my classroom the next day or week, then you were mistaken. Megan had certainly caught my attention; on "free dress" days when the students didn't have to wear their frumpy uniforms, she looked amazing- her legs were long and smooth, her tummy was flat, and her breasts- to say the least- were a distraction, since they were obviously at least Cs, and stood high and firm. But all things considered, it really wasn't that big of a deal. Yes, I noticed and surreptitiously peeked on those days, but I was good about keeping that professional distance. 

The school year, then, progressed at its normal pace, with Homecoming in October, the cold air and Thanksgiving in November, followed by the snow of December. All in all, the first semester had gone quite well- the writing and analysis skills of my students was improving, with Megan easily becoming one of the stars. Unlike many of her peers who excelled, Megan was adventurous, and would sneak in humorous commentary or vigorously pursue tangents that demonstrated a keen understanding of the material. The longer I knew her, the more remarkable I thought that Megan was.

On the last day of class before Christmas break, Megan dropped by. The students had been dismissed, and most of the teachers were hurrying to submit their grades so that they could go home. I was inputting my grades as well, when I heard a clear voice say: "Hi Mr. W."

Inwardly I smiled. "Hi Megan," I said, glancing up from my paperwork. "Shouldn't you be off enjoying your break?"

"Yes- I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas before I left."

I thought that was very nice and said, "Thank you. Merry Christmas to you as well." 

I then paused and looked at her directly for a very long moment. She was wearing skinny jeans and a tight, purple button down dress shirt that was tautly drawn across her chest. To my surprise and annoyance, I could feel my cock begin to harden. Not good, I thought.

"Oh, and it's my birthday," Megan added. "I think I deserve a birthday hug." I felt my cock get a little harder, and I squirmed. I absolutely wanted to hug her, but searched my mind for an excuse not to. There was none, so instead, I played for time: "Oh, do you now? How old are you?" I then made a couple of ridiculous guesses that elicited a well-practiced, teenage eye roll.

"Shut up," she said shyly laughing. "I'm 19. I got held back in the 8th grade since I'd missed too many days." I hadn't known and felt bad for a moment- thinking that I had embarrassed her. "Just don't bring it up around the other students. I like feeling normal."

"Of course," I said, standing. My cock had gone down a little, so unless she grinded herself into me, she wouldn't notice and everything would be as innocent as it was supposed to be. "Happy Birthday," I said as I opened my arms. She fell into my embrace, and to my dismay, squeezed me hard. Her pelvis and mine made contact, and I knew that she could feel my half-hard cock. Fuck, I thought. When I loosened my grip though, she held me for about two more heartbeats before letting go.

When she stepped back, Megan's face was a little flush and I could see the hint of her nipples trying to strain through the blouse. "I think we both enjoyed that a little too much," she whispered- almost to herself. I didn't know what to say.

After a moment, I stammered, "I should get this done," and moved towards my desk, which caused Megan to laugh. In nervousness and relief, I started to laugh as well. It was at that moment when my Principal stuck her head in the door.

"Megan," she said gruffly (but not unkindly), "you need to let Mr. Williams finish his work."

"Sorry Mrs. C.," Megan said. "Merry Christmas!" And then she was gone.



Megan Ch. 01



Chapter 1 INTRODUCTION

My name is Joe, I am a 25 year old engineering major and a true example of a university student: living in a small and stuffy apartment, most of the money coming in from my parents was spent on rent and food. So if I wanted to do more than just survive I had to find a temporary job. Nothing really full time as studying really took up a lot of my time. 

After a few weeks of searching I found a job as an assistant in a custom tailor's place. The place was simply called "Custom". They handled everything from custom tailored suits to clothes for people too large or too fat to fit into anything else. And you could also order stuff that Custom couldn't tailor. The company had contracts with various specialty factories so virtually any piece of clothing could be ordered from custom sized shoes to hats, excluding space suits. The management and tailors worked normal 8-14(8am to 4pm), and 14-21(4 to 9pm) was only for pick-up or placing orders and getting measured. This was where I got in. My job was to spend my free afternoons as a desk clerk handing out completed products. It was an almost perfect job. It didn't take up my mornings, long times at the desk let me do studying in my free time, and provided me with enough money for my spare time. 

I cut the boring shifts by guessing the appearance of the person for whom the delivery was intended. Being the person doing the packing that was rather easy. And I soon got good at it, daydreaming that one of those girls coming to pick up huge stripper platforms would want to try them out, along with the interesting outfits that were sometimes used. But those were more often embarrassed housewives than actual strippers. Oh and by the way, even if they were strippers they would just pick their props up and leave. 

One evening I found a strange package. On top of a rather large pile was what looked like a skirt, but it seemed sewn wrongly, like someone took a normal knee length dress for a rather tall woman and just tilted it 90 degrees. Like a giant miniskirt, heh. Fee fi fo fum. Someone must have been sleepy when he was doing this. I stashed it aside for corrections. Underneath was a rather large red piece of clothing, about as long as a typical dress. It had wide stretchy sleeves that could loosely fit my leg in girth and length as well. Also the shoulders could fit an elephant. At the front or back it had a rather large opening, probably a back opening, or 80's rock star unitard, imagining someone wearing that seemed like wearing a sleeping sheet. Next some underwear; a rather large box. I opened it to find something quite astonishing, two pairs of panties for an extremely fat person. I could fit 4 of myself in them easily. Then a note saying that there were no stockings of required size and will be supplied subsequently. OK, a really fat chick, now most of the things made sense, even the silly short skirt. Well, the dress was still a bit weird. Then I saw the bra. It was big enough to use as a swing chair. This lady must really be huge. And these straps; probably could saddle a horse with this, hehe. Must be really fat.

The final piece of the package was a pair of gigantic stiletto pumps. They were labeled as 8 inches high. How the hell does such a huge woman maintain balance on something like that? Heh, funny mental image.

Not a minute had passed since I packed everything when I heard the bell signal someone entering. I was approaching the counter with a large pile of boxes obscuring my sight. 

"Just a second, I'll be right with you," I yelled.

"No problem, don't rush," said the sweetest voice I had ever heard.

I dropped the boxes on the counter and saw behind them a sexy little chin, and when my eyes darted upwards the most beautiful face I had ever seen, no contest. Large full red lips, tiny nose and huge blue eyes -- the deepest blue I had ever seen. I was immediately lost in them. And framing her face was thick, long, tied-back blond hair.

"Uhm, hello, I.. my name is Megan, I came to pick up an order."

"Em..e.. ah. Yes. Order. hm.. OK, yes. Your order is right here. Would you like to try out your order to see if everything is OK?" And I started opening the first box.

Her face turned absolutely red and her eyes darted to the floor. "No, no. I'm sure everything is in order and there's no need to check."

"OK, but you better check since our return policy is not the best here. And don't worry; I packed the boxes so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Her face turned even more red and she obediently started opening the boxes. I finally managed to take my eyes off her face to glance at the rest of her. To my surprise below the cute face was quite a wide torso covered in a large red sweater. Must be the fat woman, although her shoulders still seemed a bit too wide, and her face was too small for her size; must be some hormone imbalance, poor girl. Everything below the waist was obscured by the counter and boxes. There was something odd about that but I couldn't quite place it at the moment. 

She collected the boxes and turned to leave.

I started after her to escort her to the store exit, when I missed a step and crashed with a vengeance to the floor. Yes, that's what was strange; there were three steps from the floor up to the level behind the counter, which means that.. Oh, fuck, that means that...

And a foot appeared next to me. It was longer than my forearm and palm extended. I hesitantly looked up to notice her pretty face with a worried look. 

"Are you OK? You crashed pretty badly. Here.." and she extends one massive hand in a crushing grip that made my bones creak. She pulled me up so fast that I couldn't stop and crashed into her bosom hard. 

Her face had gone red again, and she earnestly apologized.

The girl wasn't fat, she was gigantic. Her boobs were right at my forehead. And she was massive. Huge arms and shoulders; even her hips were absurdly wide. Her legs were concealed by a long skirt. 

I was a still a bit groggy from the fall and from the fact that the shoulders of this very shy girl were about a head above my eyes, and about twice as wide as my shoulders. 

She noticed I was still lost. "Oh, are you OK? Please don't faint. Here, let me help you." And she grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me into a sitting position on the counter. Her arms exploded with muscle under the wide sweater, effortlessly doubling in size and reducing back to their merely massive tame size a second after. 

I was still speechless. She was over a foot taller than me. This was the tallest human being I had ever heard of let alone seen. The only one that came close was my new neighbour. And this girl was also apparently very powerful, lifting me to the counter without any apparent effort. 

As she was going to the boxes I surprised myself by opening my mouth and saying, "You are really beautiful.."

She sheepishly turned her eyes upward turning red again.

"Th..Thank you," and she flashed me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. Completely stunning me. 

"And very strong."

"No, it's just that you're so very tiny and so light. I train with much much bigger weights," she said waving her hand. And then, realizing what she said, her face turned red in shame again. "Oh no. I shouldn't have told you now you'll never want to go out with me." And while I was trying to form a sentence tears were welling up at her eyes. 

"You probably think I'm hideous because of my muscles." There were tears going down her pretty cheeks.

In front of me stood a massive mountain of woman, so big that I couldn't reach the top of her head, with muscles that could easily accidentally crush me in a passionate hug, her face in her hands, her huge body shaking in sobs. But beyond all that was also an inexperienced frustrated girl whose feelings had been badly hurt, and she desperately needed a hug, not a monster as she described herself, and how she must have often been perceived.

From my sitting position I could only hug the front of her breast, so I got up on my knees and now at her face level I pulled her in for a hug. Her shoulder was massive. Like a football, it was smooth and round but I could feel giant muscles moving underneath with each sob. Gently stroking the length of her arm I could feel how massive it was, easily bigger than my leg. And I remembered seeing it double in size. Holy fuck. Silent alarm bells were ringing in my mind.

My other hand placed on her head, I pulled her into my chest for a hug. The sight must have been very funny. I was kneeling on top of a rather tall counter and a gigantic girl was crying into my chest sobbing. Massive powerful arms wrapped themselves around my body in a shaky bearhug, and a whispered thank you.

"But really, don't cry. Your muscles look really impressive. Do you train a lot?"

"You like them? No one has ever told me that before, thank you. Everybody always thought that I was a freak. Do you.. well.. maybe... Would you like me to show them to you? Or no, no silly me, you wouldn't want to watch my body.

"Of course I would. I would love to. Whenever you want to. Hey, how about we go for a drink right away. I just need about 10 minutes to get everything closed. If you have time that is."

"Oh absolutely." Her face lit up with a smile. "But I am in my gym clothes, and I would like to look nice for you."

"Well I don't really mind. But then again, you have that package I gave you. You can change in the back while I close shop. And you can use the bathroom to freshen up if you need to. Follow me."

And I jumped off the counter to face the lower part of her breast again, and with a heavy gulp I turned around and headed back. "There's the bathroom and you can change behind that curtain over there. And -- oh by the way -- I put this aside for corrections because I thought someone made a mistake," I said grabbing the miniskirt. 

"You could wear that," I said with anticipation.

Her face turned the reddest shade yet. "Well. I.. I wasn't planning to. At least not in public."

"It's OK; it was just a suggestion, but why not? I'm sure your legs are lovely, especially if you train, and you should be proud of them."

"Well I do. I train them very hard, much more than anything else but.. well. Well, if you think you're ready maybe I can show you my muscles right away. How about a little peak at my" to make sure you're ready." 

And before I could say a word she took off her sweater. She looked powerful before, but underneath that sweater was a mammoth muscled behemoth. A sports bra was hidden by an ordinary white t-shirt stretched to almost transparency. Huge massive slabs of muscle covered her upper body and rippled and pulsed with each movement. Arms as big as my leg in a relaxed state -- and I had already seen them double in size. Her tiny cute face seemed almost out of place on top of her body. And her breasts seemed massive completely concealed and distorted by her tight sports bra.

"Wow Megan, you're really big," I said my hand involuntarily going for her massive arm.

She extended her arm in front of my face and tightened it. It exploded in muscle, her upper arm looked about the same size as my waist.

"Ohh, dear. You look so tiny next to my arm. How much do you weigh?"

"About 140, why?"

"Mhmmm, wow. That's lighter than my weights.. for one-arm curls. I must admit I really like you. I really want to show you my body now. Are you ready?" Her voice was descending into a sexy whisper. 

She put her palms together and started expanding her body blocking my entire vision with her massiveness. Rips started appearing in her t-shirt sleeves as she took a couple of breaths. Then, with a deep guttural roar, she trust her chest out, in one explosive motion, spread her arms wide, her body exploding, ripping the t-shirt into pieces. While my mind was still reeling in shock she returned to her normal massive towering state and give me a kiss on the forehead. 

"Oh my. That was really hot. I like posing for you very much. I think I will try that dress on. I finally found someone who really likes my muscles," she said putting her massive arm underneath my chin and tightening it hitting me on the chin. 

"Oh, sorry," she giggled. Sometimes it's hard controlling them, 'specially with someone so tiny." 

She turned, grabbing the dress, the underwear, the weird dress from before and one more box, and headed for the dressing room.

As she was walking towards the curtain I couldn't help but admire her lovely ass and how it swayed. It was about the same width as her shoulders, which was quite a feat, and considering how tiny her waist was, it looked really gigantic. Her hair hung a few inches below her ass in a really thick braid. Her hair was almost as long as I was tall!

Entering the dressing room was a bit complicated as the top of the doors was at her neck level and somewhat narrow, but she squeezed through somehow.

I went about my business in the other room with very shaky hands trying to complete everything I needed to, and mostly fumbling everything.

After a few minutes I was done and rushed to the room. She was nowhere to be seen. 

"Hey Tiny, where are you?" A voice was coming from the direction of the dressing panel screen, and her face was peeking over it. "Come here." 

The panel was some 5ft tall, and I was curious how she could be peeking, rather than looming, over it. She must be kneeling. 

As I came to look over the dressing panel a massive arm grabbed my head to stop me. 

"No peeking. Are you ready to have your mind blown, Tiny?"

And holding my head she started getting up. I finally understood the dress: what I had thought was the back opening was actually cleavage. Her breasts were.. beyond big. That sports bra must have really compressed them before. But her cleavage was quickly out of my vision as it traveled upward. Beneath it, her miniskirt covered everything up to her.. hmm, up to the dressing panel. Her skirt.. but what the.. I was now below her breast level. If not for the shirt/dress I would be looking into her navel. She leaned over, her breasts slowly jiggling in their confinement, cleavage as deep as a canyon, and above it her lovely face said, "See anything you like, Tiny?"

"You haven't answered my question." Her voice was a sultry sexy whisper. "Are. You. Ready. To have. Your mind. Blown?" For me, seeing her stature towering over the dressing panel with breast-occluding vision was already mind-blowing.

And then she moved and I could hear the loud click of heels on the floor. Stepping out from behind the panel I could finally see her legs in all their glory. They really were her pride and splendor. Endlessly long, silky smooth, sensuously shaped.. and BIG. Huge, massive pillars of power. Each step rippling with monstrous power hidden beneath her skin. Each tree trunk-sized leg bigger in circumference than my entire body by at least twice.

Despite her size, her entire appearance was not that of a tall person. She was a voluptuous massively muscled pocket Venus. Except that she was a giant. Oversized sexy stiletto pumps below huge powerful long long legs, wide sensuous hips, tiny pinched waist and powerful upper frame topped with the cutest possible face. 

"Megan, my.. How. Big. Tall... How tall are you?"

"Oh well, normally I'm only 7 feet and 8 itsy-bitsy inches, but with these nice shoes, I'm about 8'4". Or if you prefer, that's about two and a half meters. But don't worry, at 18 I'm still a growing girl you know."

Dear god! She was only 18, and still growing. And she was really enjoying this. Ten minutes ago she was a shy teenager, now that she saw the effect her body had on me, she was really enjoying it. An image of her hulking frame growling pumped up in front of me a couple of minutes ago made me shiver.

"How do you like my skirt?" she asked, pointing to her thighs and stepping forward, really close. "Where are you? I can't see you from here," she said her breasts right above my head. "Do you like my thighs? I train them really hard." Her thighs began to grow right in front of me. As they grew, the skirt hem was slowly going up, pushed by the expanding thigh. "It would make me so happy if you liked them." Her thighs were still growing as she rubbed them sexily against each other. "Touch them, little man. Feel them dance for you." One of her legs started swaying, making mountains of muscle move right in front of my face. 

My hand involuntarily extended to touch her leg. It looked so tiny compared to that awesome appendage. From the outside her legs looked smooth but underneath I could feel her quadriceps probably larger than my chest silently pulsing with power with each sway. Then her thigh suddenly swelled pushing me so hard I fell on my back in surprise.

"Oh dear are you OK? How cute; you're so tiny I can push you away with a little old flex, just like this," and just to show me she was only teasing me her thighs grew to massive proportions while a loud clapping sound could be heard echoing the room, from her thighs exploding into each other.

I was speechless, but standing above me I could see her smile devilishly, she quite clearly understood I liked her, despite my scared look and she was really enjoying proving her dominance to me. 

"Oh, you're really such a little cutey. I would like to play with you soo much," she said while her thigh muscles rippled at the mention of playing with me. "I could just hug you to pieces how cute you are." Her massive arms wrapped around her breast forming a muscle breast prison. I was starting to be worried. She was unearthly pretty but I was wondering if she wasn't too much for me; one such hug could crush me.

"Ah yes, how about that drink then," I said trying to get the heat of the moment down a bit.

"Mhmm, I think I could do that. I was always too shy to go out dressed like this, but now that I see the way you look at me I am starting to be very proud of my body."



Megan Ch. 01



Megan had always been attractive. Not beautiful, not even pretty, but attractive certainly. From the moment puberty hit her with a bang, men had stared, imagined, panted and wanted. To say she was unaware would be a lie. She knew of the effect she had on men, but she was embarrassed. When she saw them looking, she would blush, turn her eyes to the ground and hope they stopped. 

Megan's Daddy would tell her nothing good happens to girls who get looked at like that. He would sigh, and say "Bad things happen to girls like that". 

Before Megan turned eighteen, men would do a slight double take, looking at her womanly body, and then taking in the youth of the girls with her, they would hurry away. 

Now, that it was plainly obvious she was of age the staring grew worse. The staring came with a lick of the lips, a wink, a slight stroking of her arm as they passed, occasionally even a pinch on her ass. She carried it all in her stride. It was her fault she knew.

Megan had little to no experience with men or boys. She got the impression the boys in her school were afraid of her. Or, maybe that's what she told herself. 

She looked at the girls in her class, the ones who had boyfriends, and they were slim, small, like dolls in padded bras. But Megan was 5"11, with D-Cup tits, a big ass, round hips, pale skin, small red lips and long brown hair. Next to her friends she felt like an elephant. 

She kept in shape, mostly through Yoga, cycling and walking. She hadn't run track since her tits came in and became too much of a problem for both her and her male coach, who blushingly told her that the boys on the track team couldn't concentrate with her "bouncing around". 

Older boys liked her. They had gone to a party, Megan, her best friends Helen and Sarah. Sarah's brother, Liam was studying at the state college and Sarah had somehow convinced him to let them come to a party on a Saturday night.

Megan told her Daddy she was going to Sarah's to study for the SAT's, and that Sarah's Mom might take them out for dinner. She didn't really think he ever believed her. He'd just nod, silently, examining her over his newspaper and asking her what time she planned on being home at. She said 12, an hour before her curfew, Daddy liked her to be early. 

Megan left her house and headed straight to Sarah's. She was wearing a white button down and black skinny jeans, that showcased her long legs and her voluptuous hips and ass. Megan loved these jeans. They made her look sexy, but also covered up. 

In a short skirt she felt there was too much. She was so unaware of herself sometimes that in a skirt she'd bend over, without realising how far it could ride up over her big ass and she had been at enough parties at this point to know that wasn't a good idea. She was dressed casually, but no matter what Megan wore it was painfully obvious she had a phenomenal body. 

They got to the party around eight, Helen and Sarah both in tiny skirts and low cut tops. Megan looked like their chaperone. But, Megan was no party pooper, she went straight to the kitchen where the booze was and ran into Liam. He gave her a big hug, already a little buzzed, he introduced her to the boys in the kitchen. 

"Guys - come meet Megan," he slid an arm around her waist and kissed her affectionately on the side of the head, "She's my sister Sarah's friend." 

"You're Sarah's friend?" One of them looked shocked, "Do you tutor her or something?" 

Megan, laughed a little nervously, "No, we're in the same Home-room". 

Their jaws dropped and Liam laughed. Leaning into her he whispered, loud enough for them to hear "You're breaking hearts with that innocent act of yours." 

It's not an act, Megan thought, but she just smiled, and kissing him on the cheek grabbed the full beer in his hand and went back to find her friends. 

After dancing for a bit Megan went back into the kitchen. She'd had three beers and a shot of tequila. She didn't drink very often, so she was buzzed. She was reaching into a high press looking for a glass to fill with water, when a hand reached up into the press from behind her. She spun around, pressing herself into the counter, as the guy behind her grabbed the glass and passed it to her. 

He looked at her, smiling, "Ah - it's the tutor." He smiled, looking her up and down, slowly licking his lips and taking a sip of his drink. "Do you need something to fill your glass with?" he gestured behind her to the bottle of bourbon on the counter. 

Megan moved slightly around him, towards the sink, but his body seemed to be pinning her in. She smiled politely, "Nope, I just need some water. I've some SAT prep to do for tomorrow so I don't want to get too buzzed." 

He nodded like he was taking her excuse very seriously. He moved out of the way to let her get the water. When Megan turned back to him he held out his hand, "Rob." he said, still smiling. 

Megan took his hand, smiling back. He was cute, and tall, at 6"2 he was the perfect height for her. "Nice to meet you." 

They started talking, Rob asking her how the studying was going. They had, had similar scores in the practice tests and he was giving her tips on how to bring it up. Math was killing her and he was majoring in Mathmatics in College. 

"I've a book upstairs I could give you, it really helped me get my score up." Rob said. 

"Oh my god Rob!" She squealed, overly excited at the prospect of a Math book on a Saturday night. She realised how she sounded and blushed deeply. "I just mean... em... yeah, if you wouldn't mind." 

He laughed, "Come on nerd girl," he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards the stairs "Who knew anyone would be this excited by Math." 

They went upstairs. Megan knew, in the back of her mind, it was a bad idea. Her Daddy's words ringing in her ear. But she wanted to do well, and Math was her weakest subject. "Who knows," she thought to herself "Maybe he will just give me the book." 

They got into his room and Rob closed the door over, but didn't shut it. Megan liked that, it made her trust him. 

He sat her on the bed "Here, let me just find it." He started routing around the room, looking at books as she sat on the edge of his bed. Adjusting her button down nervously to make sure you couldn't see too much cleavage. 

Suddenly he sat down beside her. "Here you go." He said, handing her the book. 

Megan immediately opened it and started thumbing through the pages. "This is great Rob." She looked at him, unreasonably excited at the prospect of going home and reading it. As her hair slipped down from behind her ear, Rob reached out a finger to tuck it in again. 

Then he kissed her. Softly, at first, gently parting her lips with his. Megan liked it. She liked him. He seemed like a nice guy and with the door open she knew it wouldn't go too far. She kissed him back gently, as his tongue slipped into her mouth and his hand went to the back of her neck pulling her closer. Suddenly then he was tracing his lips down her throat, biting her lightly and sucking at the teenage flesh at her clavicle. 

"Rob," her voice came out weak and wobbly. "We shouldn't." 

"It's ok Meg," still kissing her neck, "we're just kissing. I'm not doing anything you don't want me to." 

He started to work his way back up her neck again and soon he was kissing her on the mouth. His hand tangled in her hair and he pulled it gently, out of nowhere she moaned. His kissing intensified, as did the grip in her hair. No one had ever held her like that and she couldn't understand why it made her feel so good. 

Rob kept kissing her, lightly biting her lip. His right hand still in her hair, his left hand moved up to gently squeeze her left tit. She pushed his hand away, pulling away from his mouth, "Rob," she pleaded, "Don't." 

"Shhh..." he whispered, pulling her hair again, causing her to moan louder, "I think you like it." He grabbed her left tit harder, finding the nipple and pinching it lightly through her bra. He moved down to her neck again, biting softly, "You've got such lovely titties. I want to sick my cock between them and just fuck them." 

At the mention of fucking Megan, still a virgin and intending to be like that for awhile, pushed his hands away again. "No," she said firmly, pulling away from Rob, "Stop it. I don't want to." 

He laughed, wrapping his hand tighter in her hair, he flicked her nipple, hard. 

"Oh I think you do." he laughed softly, "I think you're a little slut." He grabbed her tit hard this time. She was frozen. No one had ever called her that. He pushed her button down up, exposing her white lace bra, a flimsy excuse for a covering, given that you could see her nipples, now pointing treacherously towards Rob. "I think you want me to grab these big titties, and fuck them." He took her left tit out of her bra. Laughing softly again, "See?" he pinched the nipple, "You're not even stopping me, you little whore." 

He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her wince, her eyes filled with tears, but he just pulled harder on her hair. "Are you crying slut? Is it because you're ashamed? I bet if I touch your pussy now it'll be slippery. I bet you can't wait until I stick my cock in you." He dropped his hands, straight to the crotch of her jeans, furiously digging his finger between her legs. He took his fingers away and brought them to his lips.

"You're wet. So wet in fact you're soaked through your jeans." He looked at her with disgust. "You absolute slut." Again he tightened his hand in her hair. 

"Please Rob, you're hurting me." 

"But you like it." He dipped his hand back between her legs. Rubbing her pussy through her jeans. "You like the pain, don't you slut?" She shook her head, trying to keep her legs closed. He leaned his head in and she thought he would kiss her again. She turned her face away from him. 

He laughed a little, and latched his mouth onto her nipple. Biting her. She moaned at the pain and inadvertently spread her legs. He laughed again, moving his fingers against her pussy over her jeans. He guessed where her clit was, and rubbed furiously. He was rewarded when Megan moaned and spread them wider again. 

"Say it." he said, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. He knew she loved it, of course the little slut did, she was starting to gently hump against his hand, he couldn't wait until she had come and he could fuck her pussy. He had her figured for a slut once she got going. He bet she'd ride his cock and maybe even let her fuck her in the ass. "Say you love it you filthy fucking whore." he shouted at her. 

Megan could feel herself getting warm and tingly. She knew the feeling from when she was alone at night in her bedroom. She was about to open her mouth, to shout to Rob that yes she loved it, and she wanted him to fuck her wherever he wanted, when Liam walked into the room. 

"Rob..." Liam trailed off when he saw the scene in front of him. Megan seized her opportunity and extracted herself from Rob's grip, pulled up her bra and pulled her button down over it. Her nipples poked painfully through her shirt, as she grabbed the book and squeezed by Liam down the stairs. 

"What the fuck man -" she head Rob say, "I was just about to fuck that slut." 

Megan ran out the door, checking her phone she saw it was 11:30 - she hailed a cab, slowing down her breath. She knew that every-time she was out her Daddy would be waiting for her. She knew he'd take one look at her, panting, flushed, nipples rock hard through her shirt and know she had been with a boy. She calmed herself down by flicking opening the book that had started this whole thing and started looking at the problems. By the time the taxi driver pulled up outside the house, she was mostly calm, and ten minutes early for curfew. 

Megan took another deep breath as she opened the door. Her Daddy was in the arm chair reading the paper. He didn't say anything at all. So Megan simply whispered "Night Daddy." and went up the stairs, grateful she got off lightly. Once upstairs, Megan lay down on her bed and started tracing Rob's hand over her body.

Lightly touching her tits over her clothes, rubbing them and squeezing them gently until she felt her nipples rise and harden through her shirt. Gradually she put her hand under her top, pushing her bra up over her tits, just like Rob had done. She pinched her nipples. Just a little at first, until she was twisting them, pulling them, moving to roughly squeeze her tits. 

She moaned, softly at first, then a little louder. She ran her hand down her stomach, but instead of stroking her pussy through her jeans like she had let Rob. She let her long fingers glide into her jeans, opening the top button and pushing the zip down. 

She didn't take them off, there was something about sliding her jeans just a little bit down that felt real, and dirty. She kept squeezing her tits, hard enough to leave bruises, pinching her nipples harder and harder until she dipped her hand into her underwear. 

She let her fingers be guided by the heat coming from her pussy. She grabbed her tits nice and hard again, and very gently she flicked her little button. 

Her friends had told her to call it her clit, or her clitty, but she preferred button. She liked the idea that it was like a light switch. Within seconds she felt the same warm tingly feeling that Rob had given her. 

She was panting a little, moaning softly, grabbing her tits harder and harder as she replayed Rob's voice in her head, calling her a slut, and a whore. In her mind she told Rob she was his whore, that he could put his 'thing' wherever he wanted. With that thought she felt a warmth spread through her body and she started to shake. 

She was cumming and it was intense. She kept hearing Rob's voice in her head calling her a slut as she came. 

Afterwards, when Megan was done, and her body had relaxed, her breathing slowed, she undressed, rubbed some cream into her pale creamy tits to stop them bruising, and then she lay down to go to sleep. But just before she did, she found herself wondering if she was a freak. Her final thought before she fell asleep was that she was a filthy slut and the realisation that nothing got her off quicker, than being called that.



Megan Ch. 01



I scanned the club from the end of the long bar. I saw the table of my wife's co-workers, she wasn't sitting with them. The dance floor was crowded but you couldn't miss him. He looked like he just stepped out of a Harlequin novel. Long flowing black hair, dark tan and the top two buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned. He must be a gym rat or work construction, as he looked more than just a little fit. I had no doubt he sported a six-pack or maybe a twelve-pack under that tight shirt of his. The worst part about this whole thing was that he was dancing with my wife, Megan, and probably had the entire night. I drained my first and only drink of the night. She wasn't worth getting a DWI on the way home tonight.

Five weeks ago, when she came home from her Friday girl's night out, she woke me up and almost fucked me to death. It shocked the shit out of me. It was a surprise. A nice surprise but still a surprise.

"Thanks, I needed that," she said kissing me one last time as we both tried to catch out breath. "I need a shower, you game?" What was I going to say? NO!

It was a long shower. We fooled around and more than once I had to tell her to be quiet. I didn't want her waking up the kids in the next room. Back in bed, she cuddled up next to me and immediately went to sleep. I didn't.

We'd been married ten years, and in the last couple of years this was one, of only a few times, Megan had been the aggressor. Don't get me wrong, she always got into it, even when she wasn't in the mood, but I could count on one hand the number of times she'd initiated love making lately. And the worst part about it tonight, I don't even think she was drunk. She'd made those advances while she was sober. I spent the next hour looking at the dark ceiling wondering what the hell happened tonight that had gotten her so worked up.

I came down to a noisy breakfast. My two boys were arguing about something and Megan was frying up bacon and eggs.

"Any coffee?" I asked.

"Just made it, help yourself." I poured a cup and sat down at the table. I watched her as my boys went on arguing with each other. 

How do I bring up last night? "You have fun last night?" she turned around and looked at me. "I mean before you came home?" I smiled at her.

"Yes I did. They had a new band and I danced my feet off. I even had a third glass of wine." I saw a wicked grin wash across her face. "Like the way I kissed you good-night when I got home?"

"Hated it! I think you should try it again tonight to see if you can get it right this time. If not, we'll just have to keep trying every night until you do." Now she was the one smiling.

"Men. Give them a taste and they expect it all the time."

"Not all the time, but three to four nights a week would be nice."

"With our work schedules? Be happy with what you're getting. Maybe we'll sneak in another session after we go grocery shopping today. That is if you're good."

"Oh, I'll be good, you can count on that," I said walking towards her.

"Back off bucko! If I burn breakfast it'll be your fault. Sit back down, drink your coffee and settle your two boys down."

"Yes my love." And I meant every word of that. She was my love and her and my two boys were my life.

We did make love when we got back that afternoon. It was behind locked doors as the boys played video games on the living room floor. It wasn't as wild as last night, but she did need to muffle her screams of joy with a pillow when I ate her to two orgasms. I had to settle for one, but it was a good one. Hell it was a great one—how could it not have been. Twice in less than twenty-four hours. We hadn't done that in I don't remember how long. I was walking on air. When it happened the following two Friday nights, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Then it stopped. 

That Friday night I heard the garage door open and then close. I lay there, faking sleep, waiting for her to come upstairs and jump my bones. She didn't. She undressed, took a shower and slipped in bed next to me. I didn't even get a goodnight kiss. Only silence. Crap! I was primed.

I watched her the following morning. She acted normal, but I saw something in her eyes I hadn't seen in almost twelve years, uncertainty. While dating, we hit a rough patch. I wanted to take it to the final step and she kept putting me off. In here eyes it was like stepping off a cliff. I knew she was a virgin and I told her hundreds of times I loved her and that I wanted to marry her but it didn't seem to make any difference to her. She was calling the shots.

"Rick, I know you love me in all, but I'm not sure if I'm ready. Once I take that final step, there is no going back. I need to be sure." Three weeks later it happened.

We were watching a movie in my apartment and cuddling on my sofa. Neither one of us had anything to drink that night. She calmly grabbed the remote and turned off the movie. Without a word she grabbed my hand and led me back to my bedroom.

"You sure about this?" She didn't answer. She just kissed me. 

Clothes disappeared and for the next hour I did my best to make her first time memorable. I licked her until she was screaming so loud I thought she'd wake the neighbors. 

Then she pulled me up to her face. "Steve, make love to me." 

Megan was so wet I just slipped in. Okay, I've only got six inches but it was more than enough to get her off twice more that night. After that we did it every time we went out. I hated condoms. When Megan went on the pill, it made it that much better not having to worry about a condom breaking and her getting pregnant.

Six months later I proposed. She said yes and moved in with me. Both parents didn't like the idea of us living in sin, so three months later we got married. I wanted to wait a year so we could have a big wedding and an extended honeymoon but Megan was satisfied with what we eventually had. Truthfully I think she was just happy to get everyone off our asses.

Over the next year we tried it all. Megan had absolutely no sexual hang-ups and wanted to try EVERTHING. I was experienced but had never tried anal and few other things she brought up after coming home after a girls night out.

"Is that all you girls do is talk about sex and compare husbands?" I asked one night when she told me she wanted to get a vibrator and butt plug.

"You guys are the ones who are insecure when it comes to your sexuality. We can have a lot of fun with it and no, it's not going to replace your big dick." She was smiling thank God.

Our collection of toys grew and six months later Megan came home with a porno. That didn't necessarily surprise me but the subject matter did... big cocks. 

I fucking hated. Megan's eyes were riveted to what was happening on the screen. Every guy had to be at least ten inches. Then she pulled out her vibrator and started working on herself as we watched. When she moaned, getting herself off with it, I'd had enough. I left. 

I spent the next couple of hours wondering what Megan was going to come up with next and if I was on the way out. I thought I was satisfying her in bed, but now I wasn't so sure. My head didn't clear and I realized I wasn't comfortable with where certain aspects of our sex life was going. I wanted to make tender love to my wife, not pound her skanky ass into the mattress. I got home just after midnight.

"Where in the hell have you been? I've been worried sick and couldn't reach you because you left your damn cell phone on the counter." I'd done that on purpose.

"You finish watching your movie yet? If not I can come back when you're done." Thankfully she caught the sarcasm in my voice.

"I stopped watching it when you left. Are you that insecure about your dick size?" I gave her an ugly look. "Okay, I was curious, all right. I wanted to see what Ann was talking about when she said her husband, Keith, was just under nine inches long."

"So now you're comparing my dick to every one of your girlfriend's husbands? Maybe I don't want all your friends to know what I have."

"Please Steve, I know you guys talk about us when you're together."

"Yeah we do, but not about tits and cunts. We tell each other what a bitch our wives can be sometimes and how they tell us what we can and can't do. I've never asked any on my friends how deep their wife's pussy is. The only things we do talk about are the girls we see at the clubs or in the malls and wonder how they'd be in bed."

"Well, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It won't happen again." She lied. She did.

The next one she brought home had gay guys doing it. As soon as I saw what was on it, I popped it out of the DVD player, opened up our apartment window and tossed it out.

"Hey!" She screamed looking out the window. "You go down there and find that DVD. It's on my credit card."

"You want it, you find it. I'm going to bed." There was no tenderness that night.

"I can't believe I'm married to a guy who's insecure about who he is. I'm not trying to replace you with some big dicked buck. Understand? I'm just curious about what's out there. Rick, I've never been with anyone but you. Hell, until you I'd only seen about seven or so dicks and those were at male review nights. You can imagine how big those guys were."

"Megan, what's next, swinging? You want to fuck one of my friends or watch me lick the cunt of one of your girl friends? Megan, your fascinations are starting to scare the hell out of me. Just so we're clear, I don't share!"

"Rick, relax. Maybe I'm trying to learn about everything too fast. I want to please you and I want to experience all the kinky things I've heard or read about with you. You're my husband, if I can't discuss this with you, who can I talk about it with?" She had a good point.

"Then, we do this together and if one of us get's uncomfortable we back off. Understood?" It was a wild ride.

The next two-years was great. Our sex life was off the charts and then something came up that spoiled it all, Megan got pregnant with Danny. We worked around her bump until we had to do everything by hand or mouth. After he was born things never went back to what they'd been.

"I want another one," Megan said breast-feeding Danny one night. "I only want two and I want them close together so they can be playmates and best friends." 

"When are you planning on going off the pill?"

"I did a week ago. Sorry. I meant to tell you, but things have been so crazy around here lately."

"So, you might all ready be pregnant?" She looked a little squeamish.

"I might be," she said trying to avoid my eyes.

"I wish you'd talked to be before taking matters into your own hands. How about if I didn't want another one?"

"Sorry," was all she said; now not meeting my eyes.

I was pissed. Not because I didn't want another one, more so that Megan never talked to me about it in advance. I felt used.

The next two weeks were more than a little tense. There was no lovemaking and I turned her down for sex at least six times. A first.

"When are you going to stop pouting? Momma needs some loving."

"You've got more than enough toys to get you off," was my angry reply.

"I don't want toys, I want you."

"I'll consider it only after you find out if you're pregnant or not." It only took three more days. A sullen Megan was waiting for me when I got home from work. 

"I fucked up! Is that what you want me to say? I'm pregnant satisfied?" I wasn't but there wasn't anything I could do about it anymore.

For once we didn't argue, we talked. I wasn't happy about the timing of it but there wasn't much I could do about it now. I was going to be a father again.

Robert was a big boy and Megan had a lot of trouble delivering him. She probably should have had him by cesarean. 

"Never again!" is all Megan said after she was put in a room. Hell it was a month before she'd even let me come near her much less get between her legs.

The next couple of years were busy raising two boys especially after Megan changed jobs. She was a nurse and her hour rotated every other month. It got so bad, I had to make an appointment to make love with wife. It took two more years before Megan's job stabilized and life became normal again. I felt like I'd lost four years of my marriage. Not really lost, more so struggled through.

Love making started again in earnest and with me getting snipped, there would be no more surprises. We did it usually once during the week and twice on the weekends. I wanted more, but that's all we seemed to have time for.

When Megan said that she and her group of co-workers were stopping for drinks after work on Friday I wasn't happy about it at first. 

"Rick if you also want to stop after work and join us, you're more than welcome."

I stopped a couple of times, but it wasn't anything I wanted to do on an ongoing basis. I felt like the fifth wheel, as I was usually the only guy at a table of six to eight women. What made me finally stop going, was one Friday night we were all having a pretty good time. A few guys were asking more than one of the ladies to dance. Then a good-looking guy came over and asked me to dance. At first I thought he was kidding. He wasn't.

"You're friends said you were gay and loved to dance." He pointed to the women, including my wife, on the dance floor. "Since it looks like we're the only gay ones here tonight, you want to dance?"

I told him I wasn't gay but for some reason he thought I was lying to him.

"Look, they're playing a sick joke on the two of us," I could see them having a good laugh at my expense. "And if I was gay, I would be honored to dance with a good looking guy like yourself. And don't worry, they're going to pay dearly for this little stunt." He left and I planned my revenge.

You know there are a lot more lesbians and bi women than gay men in clubs. I didn't know that until I slipped the lead singer of the band two hundred dollar bills and told him to announce something every time they played a slow song. He smiled. This was going to be fun. 

"Sorry Rick," Janice and my wife said when they came off the dance floor. I wished you could have seen the look on your face when he asked you to dance. It was priceless." They both kept it up until the subject got old. Then I got my revenge. The lead singer did it for me. 

"We've got a special request for a slow dance from table 8... And guys, don't bother asking these ladies to dance because they don't swing that way if you know what I mean." Every eye went to their table as the lights dimmed and a spotlight shown on their table. Just like deer caught in a headlight, no one moved. Their eyes scanned the crowd looking for me but I was long gone.

"Rick, where the hell are you?" my bride asked, storming into the kitchen. I was sipping on a beer. "That was not nice. Okay, you owed us one, but we did it in private, you singled us out to everyone."

"What's the matter? Couldn't keep up with all the dance requests?"

"Very funny," she was now chuckling trying not to laugh. "Carol and Jan didn't catch what the singer said, and when a couple of women asked them to dance they thought nothing about it. That is until the ladies asked for more than a dance. I shouldn't laugh but it was funny."

I got lucky that night and most of the time on Friday nights when she got home. I had stopped going with them. 

Which bring me to Friday night five weeks later. Maybe I should have cut in and reclaimed my wife or at least made an appearance at their table to let her know I'd been there tonight. I decided against either. I just watched and took two three-minute slow dance videos where they tried to fuck each other on the dance floor and then left.

Megan tried to sneak in, it didn't work. I was sitting in the dark kitchen waiting for her to come in tonight. Instead of the usual 11:00, it was almost 1:00am when tried to quietly tip toe in. I hit the lights.

"Holy Shit! Rick, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up at 11:30 and when I saw you weren't home yet, I got worried. I tried to call you twice but it went straight to voice mail. Where the hell have you been?"

"A couple of the girls wanted to stop at Denny's for breakfast."

"At this hour?"

"Rick, it's Friday night. No one works on Saturday."

"Well, it would have been nice to know in advance. You have fun tonight?"

"It was all right. I just need to grab a shower and go to bed."

"You want company?" I saw the look and didn't like what I saw.

"I'm too tired to fool around tonight. I'll make it up to you tomorrow." She didn't and I wondered why.

Our sex life went back to what it had been for the last few years. If I wanted it, I had to ask. Megan still had her Friday nights out but there were no more hot sweaty sessions when she got home.

I wasn't going to waste my money on a P.I., I'd need every penny if I ended up divorcing her sorry ass if she was cheating on me. On Friday's I went home, fed the boys, got a sitter and went looking for my wife. The group had branched out to more than one club and some nights it took me a while to find her. Was she still dancing with that same guy? Yes and no. Some times there were two of them sharing her time. More than once I took a video of what she was doing but I never saw her sneaking out to her or his car so I wasn't sure how far they'd gone. I was done fucking around.

When Megan finally came home tonight she saw that the television was on and walked into the living room to turn it off. She put her hand to her mouth and crumbled to the carpet. 

I'd downloaded all the footage I'd taken over the last few weeks onto a disc and looped all the footage. The twenty-eight minutes of video would keep playing and replaying until the DVD player was turned off. Me? I was in bed, with the bedroom door closed and locked. Was I asleep? Not a chance in hell. I was waiting for what I knew would come next.

About 2:00 I heard a tapping on my door. Seconds earlier I'd heard her unsuccessfully try the knob. 

"Honey, please let me in. Honey, please!" she said again. I said nothing.

Megan finally stopped twenty minutes later. Did I get any sleep? Not sure. I might have dozed off a couple of times but I wasn't sure.

I showered and went downstairs just after 7:00. The kitchen was quiet. Then I saw her. She was asleep on the couch. The television was off.

I made coffee and put out cereal, milk, and bowels for my boys who no doubt would be up soon. I wasn't quiet but she never moved a muscle. 

I was having a cup of coffee when she finally opened her eyes. They were still red and puffy. She must have seen the tape. She got up and sat down next to me. She started to say something but I stopped her.

"Go upstairs and take a shower because you stink. Get yourself cleaned up because our boys will be up shortly. We'll talk later." It looks like she wanted to say something but didn't and headed for the stairs.

The boys were wild as usual. They ate, watched a few things on television and then settled in with their PlayStation. They were good for probably three hours. When Megan didn't come downstairs, I went looking for her. I found her sitting on the bed. She hadn't even showered yet.

"I fucked up didn't I?" her eyes met mine. "Believe it or not, I haven't slept with anyone. Rick you have to believe that."

"But, you've done things you shouldn't have." Her eyes lowered. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "It was so wildly wicked and I got caught up in it all. I'm so ashamed."

"The only reason your sorry, is because you got caught. What was next? A three-way? Or have you all ready done that?"

"I've all ready told you, I didn't sleep with anyone."

"Megan, why am I having a hard time believing you? Hell, you and pretty boy were almost doing it right there on the fucking dance floor the first night I caught you. Now I see why you were so hot to trot when you came home to your ordinary husband. Must have been a real let down giving up what you'd had all night. Don't worry, I won't be bothering you anymore."




Megan Ch. 01



"Rick, it was just flirting."

"For Christ sakes Megan, I was fucking there! Do you want me to play the DVD again for you? Maybe we can watch it together and you can explain to me what wasn't going on." The venom was pouring out of my mouth. "Just take a fucking shower because eventually the boys are going to want lunch. There are some things that still need to be done even if you and I ..." I stopped. 

What were we now? I didn't have a clue. It was still too raw and if she pushed me right now, Megan wouldn't like what I'd say to her."

I walked out of the bedroom. There were things I needed to do and forgiving Megan right now wasn't one of them.



Megan Ch. 02



In the back of Gus' car again, it always seemed to come back to there. There were three of us in the backseat, Gus' sister Jess was next to us. It was getting cold but the windows were still rolled down so the smoke would blow out. You could always tell when winter rolled in because the stars sharpened up at night. Megan was next to me, under a blanket. She leaned over me, pretending to look at the stars, putting the blanket over both of us. I glanced over at Jess, bobbing her head to the music. 

Megan's finger started stroking my thigh, down to my knee and back up towards my crotch. I worked my fingers towards her leg, rubbing the outside of her jeans. I traced the same pattern her hands were tracing on my leg, softly and then harder and then softly again. My fingers inched up inside her thigh and got warmer. Her hand was resting on my cock, giving it a steady pressure through my jeans. I felt her stomach, still under the blanket, smooth skin and hard muscle. I could feel her breathe, I leaned over and blew in her ear until her breath quickened. I slipped my fingers downward, inching past her waist, I could feel the lacy edge of her panties in the little hollows made between her hipbones and her lower abs. My hands got stuck in her jeans. I tried the button, pulling it straight out. It wouldn't come. I tried again, struggling to keep my hand from looking like it was moving under the blanket. I finally yanked and it came free, but nearly uncovered us. Jess looked over. "You have another camel?" Megan asked. 

"Sure." As Jess rustled in her purse, I unzipped Megan's fly. She took the cigarette, lit up, and took a long drag. She was going to enjoy herself. 

I crept my hand down, I could feel the edge of her pubic hair. It felt like it was cropped close. My cock probably jumped a little in her hand, all my other girlfriends were too shy to trim. 

I kept moving my whole hand down, I had to keep it flat on her body to inch it down her tight jeans. I hadn't even reached her slit yet and I could feel the humidity of her body, she wiggled almost imperceptibly and my hand slipped down. I could hardly move any of my hand but the tips of my fingers, but I was cupping her mound, the heel of my hand on her short pubes and my middle finger running down the curve of her slit. I spread my pointer and ring fingers slightly, and dipped my middle into the heat. She was already soaked, it felt like her pussy was made out of hot chocolate, smooth and sweet. 

I looked over trying to catch her eye. She blew out smoke, not a care in the world. Wouldn't look at me. I'd make her look.

I slid my finger down a little and curled it under, just penetrating her vagina. Not much leverage, but I could get it in a little and press down with the heel of my hand into her clit. I stroked with my finger and pressed with my palm, slow at first and then speeding up. She pumped her legs open and closed just a little with my motion. I looked over. Nothing.

I moved my hand up some, spreading her lips with my ring and pointer fingers and tickling her clit up and down. I could feel it hardening, a little bump that I could only feel on my downstrokes. I sped up. She coughed. Still, she wouldn't look.

I slipped my pointer finger down to get it wet with her juices, brought back up and started rubbing her clit with two fingers, trying to catch it in the crevice in between to put pressure on it from both sides. She put her cigarette out in the ashtray in the center console. I sped up. She wouldn't look. I rubbed faster, working a little harder. She wouldn't look. She turned and started talking to Jess. 

Boys, the movie, the cold, school, tests. 

I kept rubbing and she worked her legs in and out faster. I tried to keep speeding up. 

The soccer team, the holidays, dry skin, chap stick.

Her panties were bunched to the side, but I could tell they were soaked. My arm was starting to get tired. She kept talking. 

Her dog, my dog, Gus' dog, Mark's dog.

My fingers were sliding faster than I thought possible now. I felt like I could smell her in the air, but I knew that was in my head, with the wind still whipping by from the open window. I felt like I could see her pussy through my fingers, turning pink and swollen with arousal. Still, she talked.

Baking, parties, cakes, how to get beer. She faltered. I rubbed. Jess looked at her. Megan couldn't say anything. Finally she choked to the front seat,

"Gus, who is that guy who...who bought us beer?" Jess leaned up to hear the answer. I took my opportunity. I was moving my whole hand now, drawing my wrist in and out of her panties, three of my fingers now pressing her clit. I started rubbing in circles. The blanket came off, my hand was still bucking frantically in the air. Megan's hips were rising to meet my hand. She closed her eyes and lay back, controlling her breathing. I pressed, I rubbed, she gasped. She kept perfectly still. 

For a second I could see the whole tableau from another perspective, Gus and his girlfriend joking in the front, Jess' head poked up to listen to them. My hand still in Megan's panties, her hand still resting on my cock through my jeans. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out. 

Then, Megan opened her eyes, sat up, pulled the blanket back over us. She didn't take my hand out of her panties. She didn't take her hand off of my crotch. Jess sat back. We rode like that the rest of the way home. 

Gus dropped me off first. I said goodbye to everyone, leaned into Megan.

"You owe me."

She smiled back. "I think you were just getting me back for last time. But we'll see."

...to be continued.



Megan Ch. 02



Judy moved to the end of the exam table and sat on the small stool. "Just lay back and relax, I'll be finished in a few moments." Judy took a warm moist wipe, and started to wipe the oil and juices that seeped out of Megan's pussy, revealing her body's reactions to the doctor's exam.

Megan's hips lifted a little, trying to get more of Judy's attention, a small subtle moan escaped from her opened mouth. "Feels good, doesn't it. I can't show you how good it can feel now, but enjoy the next few moments." Judy finished cleaning up Megan and couldn't resist leaving something for Megan to think about. Her finger slipped into the beautiful pussy, splayed out before her, to the second knuckle. 

Judy was just touching the upper inside portion of the tight virgin, and got the reaction she hoped for. Megan's pussy was begging for more, but Judy smiled and pulled her finger out. She really caught Megan by surprise when she planted a light kiss on her clitoris.

The feeling was electrifying, but the kiss was so brief that Megan wondered if it really happened. "We've got work that needs done," Judy said. Uncuffing her ankles and lifting the end of the table. Judy's thoughts went to her first exam on this table. She was no virgin at the time, but her reactions were about the same. Dr. Walker's ex wife, his lead nurse at the time, cleaned her up. She was jolted back to the present, as Megan sat up. 

Judy picked up Megan's panties from where Dr. Walker laid them and slipped them up over her ankles. Megan was still in a bit of a daze, "Felt good didn't it?"

"I've never felt anything like that my whole life!" Megan said taking a deep breath, thinking of what just happened in the last fifteen minutes. "Am I weird for leaving that happen?"

"No you're quickly becoming a young lady. Those feelings are normal; you were pretty intense though. I'd think you were a little weird if it didn't happen." Judy replied. 

"Does this happen to all the girls, during their exams?"

"No but not every Doctor is as gentle, caring, and loving as Bob, Dr. Walker. Let get you dressed, we have to get to work."

******

For the next hour Megan cleaned and wiped everything with a disinfectant, it was explained that this was an unending job. Kim, one of the nurses, gave her a small stack of gowns, "These need to go to exam room number one. Always knock before going into any room."

Exam room one, the room she'll never forget. Dr. Walker was there, and Megan became instantly embarrassed. She stuttered, "Dr Walker, I was, was asked, to, to bring these back here. I'm sorry I acted like I did earlier."

"Put them in that cabinet and quit worrying. I'd be concerned if your body didn't like what happened," he said softly, knowing where her thoughts were. "We'll talk later, and call me Bob when no patients are around."

Judy was anything but embarrassed! She was hot and horny! She texted her fiancé Jason, "I need your cock tonight, a lot of it!" 

When Jason got the message he knew it'd be a wild night. Judy seldom talked like that and he loved it when she did; she knew he liked it. Jason was an intern at the hospital. He had two more years to go before he became a full-fledged doctor. Jason and Judy began dating three years ago, and plan to get married next summer. He would be done at 3:30 and decided to surprise her at the office to give her a ride home.

After an elderly patient left, Bob asked Judy, "how's Megan doing?" 

"Good, she's a good worker; wants to do more but, understands it will come with time." 

"I was afraid that I scared her."

Judy replied, "No, she enjoyed it! She's still not sure what happened; after you left, her pussy was begging for more."

"I saw you give it a little kiss, you tease." he grinned. "Her pussy was a wiggler for sure, and a very pretty one. She is much like her mother."

About four in the afternoon Jason showed up at the office. "Thought you might like a ride home, and not have to take the bus." 

"Thanks," Judy said and greeted him with a kiss. "The last patient is gone. I have a few things to finish up, then I can leave." Then Megan walked around the corner. "I want you to meet Jason; he's my honey, sweetheart, and fiancé all rolled into one. I'm about done and your first day is over, see you tomorrow."

"Where did you find that little chick?" Jason asked eagerly.

"She is John and Joan's daughter. She's shy, innocent, and a virgin, so behave your self! I've a few things to finish; then we can go. Come back with me and we talk while I work." 

Judy walked into exam room one with Jason following; closing the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and started kissing her neck. "Umm, that's feels so good," Judy said, pushing her butt back into his groin. 

He loved to hold her this way, and so did Judy. His hard dick was pressing into her butt, and his left hand had slipped up under her blouse just above the waistband of her skirt. His right hand was on her boobs. "Better stop or we're going to do it now." Judy softly whispered. 

Jason had no intention of stopping. His hand had now slipped down into her skirt, rubbing her panty-covered pussy. He could tell she was as ready. He slipped two fingers inside Judy's panties looking for the moisture he knew would be there. His finger made a slow journey the length of her pussy lips. Her clit has been begging for attention all day since Megan's exam. It took only a slight touch to make Judy want Jason's cock now! She twisted in his arms and locked her arms around his neck and pulling his lips on to hers. With one step Jason maneuvered her to the end of the exam table and gently pushed her back on it. 

He moved to the side of the narrow exam table where his hands could work on her cloths. His lips were working magic on her lips; at the same time his fingers were quickly unbuttoning her blouse. With her blouse opened, his hand caressed below her belly button but stopped before they got to where she wanted them so badly. It was his turn to tease. Her hips were lifting trying to find his fingers, but at the same time she wanted his tongue that was slightly invading her mouth. 

Dr. Walker looked on through the mirror in his office; his hard cock was in his hand. It was not the first time his table was used to make love on; he and his wife often made love during the day. His wife liked it too much though. One day she tried a pharmacy rep who had a huge dick; she found out size did matter with her. When the rep was transferred to another state, she moved with him. 

He was amazed at Jason's ability to hold back. He was now lifting her skirt up revealing Judy's tiny yellow panties. They had two small roses that went different directions from the crotch, but theirs stems met where his fingers were rubbing. Jason turned his attention to her matching bra, with a rose on each cup, with the short stems ending at her nipples. He unhooked the front clasp, and freed her breasts. 

Judy loved to have her nipples sucked and licked but this time she wanted all of his attention between her legs. She pushed Jason's head down, and he was glad to do what she wanted. His sights were on the same place. He gave her a kiss on her panties. She put her feet in the booty styled stirrups, and pushed the button that lowered the end of the table.

Jason was still on the side, and Judy reached and unsnapped his pants. She was not holding back; she pushed his pants and underwear down. His dick was hard and as big as she'd ever seen it. Normally she would have kissed and sucked on his love stick, but she wanted it inside her now! "Move to the end of the table, get it inside me," Judy groaned.

He did as she wished. He hooked his fingers into her panties, and started pulling them down as Judy eagerly lifted her hips. To finish the task Judy took her feet out of the stirrups. He looked at the blond haired pussy as it came into view. He could wait no longer; he quickly finished removing the panties. With her feet back in the stirrups, he could not resist giving her gaping pussy a few licks. His tongue dove into the opening between her legs. Jason spent only a little time fucking her with his tongue before made a slow journey up her pussy lips to her clit.

When he stood at the end of the table, his dick was positioned perfectly at Judy's love tunnel. The head slipped in so easily, it went in all the way on the first push. Judy was on the verge of cumming; her cunt was trying to suck every bit of his cock inside her. Judy was oblivious to anything but, her pending climax, moaning loudly, bucking her hips, and begging for more.

Jason reached down between their legs and rubbed her swollen clit. She loved it when he played with her clit while his dick was inside her. With her eyes closed, her body started to shudder, her hips jerked, and loud groans of pleasure came from her mouth. At the same time Jason cum shot out of his dick, into the depths of her pussy!

A few minutes pasted before Judy could only say, "Wow!!"

"What turned you on so much?"

"Megan's exam," Judy answered him. "We've done hundreds of exams, but she was different. She's so beautiful without trying to be. She is so innocent, shy, and she was a little scared but still had such an intense orgasm. One that many girls only dream of."

Bob came before Judy and Jason, he just couldn't hold back any longer. He felt guilty about watching them, but he would do it again if he had the opportunity. He left his office through a door that opened into another hallway. He timed it just about perfectly. When he turned the corner he met Judy and Jason leaving the exam room.

"I thought you left awhile ago," Judy said.

"No I've been in my office doing some paper work," 

Judy knew she was caught, and knew that most probably he was watching. She was embarrassed but turned on by the thought.

"If you're done, I'll lock up," Bob said.

*****

About the same time, Megan was home on the phone in her room. "Angie, can I come over and talk?" she asked in an excited voice.



Megan Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Megan

The few weeks off we had were good for me. It gave me time to think and to get my bearings. Yes, when I got home, I fantasized about Megan- about taking her and making love to her over and over again. But that was wrong and I knew it. I even briefly fantasized about dating her after she graduated, but that was just stupid. Rumors alone were enough to destroy a teacher's career. Rightfully, the parents, administration and parish would have turned on me, and I'd be lucky to find another teaching gig within a thousand miles once it came out. So, I did the right thing: I kept my fantasies to myself, and spent a nice, quiet Christmas with my parents, sister and her little family.

When we returned in January, then, I was both disheartened and relieved when I saw Megan walking down the hallway with a boy, holding hands. Over the break, it seems, she had gotten a boyfriend. To my great annoyance, a rush of jealousy swept through me. Grow the fuck up, I thought to myself. This was good though, I knew. I could feel a wall going up; I was pulling away emotionally even though that wasn't what I wanted.

At the end of January, Megan stopped by my class after school. Though she was still beautiful, I had forced myself to stop seeing her that way; Megan was a student- a very good and smart student- but a student, sacrosanct and inviolable. She looked around the classroom, and then asked, "Mr. W., can I ask you something?"

"Sure Megan. What's up?" I stopped erasing the board and turned to look at her.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked as she took a seat in the front row. Her voice quavered slightly; I could hear the nervous sadness in her tone.

"No," I said quickly, a little surprised. "Why would you think that?"

"You just seem different," Megan said. "You don't look at me the same way you used to." The alarms bells started to go off in my head. I started to protest, but Megan pressed on. "I don't know what I'm asking for; I just know that I don't like the way things are." And with that, she stood and hurried out the door. For a moment, I became dizzy, and leaned against my desk. Don't do anything stupid, I thought, but it was too late.

Despite my good intentions, Megan and I began to spend more time together and the line between student and teacher became blurry. I told myself it was fine: she had a boyfriend, and the time we spent together was innocent. Megan liked to help out, and would drop by after school or during study hall. She'd quietly study or help me by grading quizzes as I read through the student's essays or prepared lectures for the next day. 

At those times, we tended to talk more informally than what was appropriate- if she cursed and said something like "fuck," I wouldn't correct her. However, if anyone else was around, then Megan would instantly straighten up and become prim and proper. Once, after another teacher had stopped by to visit, I laughed a little, but Megan said, "It's not funny. I don't want you to get in trouble."

One morning in early February, though, our relationship took an interesting turn. Megan had come by during study hall, and asked if I needed her to do anything. "No," I said. "I'm all caught up for once."

"Ok- well do you mind if I do my homework here?"

"No, feel free," I said. And so, she settled down in the front row and started doing her work. After a few minutes though, she stopped.

"It's hot as balls in here. Can I open a window?" She asked.

She was right- the heater had been going full blast. "No, it's freezing outside. I'll turn the thermostat down, though."

"Fine," she said, with a hint of grumpiness. After a bit of time, she asked, "Can I go to the bathroom for a minute?" I nodded, thinking nothing of it. When she came back, she had a naughty look on her face and said quietly, "I feel so much better."

"Oh?" I asked. She nodded, looking more mischievous than ever. "What?" I asked.

She laughed a little and said, "You don't want to know..." Megan knew full well, however, that I did. I narrowed my eyes and just looked at her. "Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you..." Her voice trailed off, soft, and seductive.

"Tell me," I whispered. I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen. I didn't know what it was, but her manner was turning me on.

She beckoned me with her finger, and I obeyed. I leaned over, and she whispered, "I was having trouble getting comfortable, so I took my panties off, and I feel so much better..." Her voice was purring. My eyes went wide, and I pulled back, like it was an electric shock. Instantly, my cock was rock hard and straining against my pants. She looked straight at my crotch, and whispered, "Somebody likes that." 

I retreated to my desk and quickly sat down. "You're not serious," I said, knowing full well that she was. She was in the standard school uniform for Fridays: a white, starched shirt and a khaki skirt that was supposed to go down to her ankles- but like every Catholic school girl in the history of humanity, she had folded it under so much that it only went down to her knees. In answer to my question, she just smiled.

The alarm bells in my head were going off, but I couldn't resist. "Prove it," I whispered. Her mouth opened and her eyes got wide in surprise. Megan then looked over her shoulder at the open door to make sure nobody was coming. She then spread her legs a little and pulled her skirt up, inch by inch. The white, thigh high stockings then gave way to her smooth, soft skin, and then I saw her bare, naked pussy. I saw it only for a second, but I saw enough to know that there was a thin strip of neatly groomed pubic hair and that indeed: she was not wearing panties. "Oh my God..." I said, my voice low and surprised. "I don't believe it."

"Oh really?" Megan quietly asked. "Do you want another peek to make sure?"

My face blushed, and I said, "No." But then I quickly told the truth and said, "Yes." Her eyes locked on to me, and she pulled her skirt up again and held it for a few moments longer, letting me drink her in. I then looked up at her as she slowly let the skirt slide back down. "Are you wet?" I managed to hoarsely croak out. She nodded slowly, yet emphatically.

"I am so fucking horny," Megan whispered. She started to say something else, but the bell rang. "Time for class!" She said cheerfully, popping up. And then, she was gone.

Over the weekend, I couldn't get Megan out of my mind. It had gone too far, but I couldn't stop and thought, fuck it. Let's see what happens. For the most part, though, I kind of thought that that was the high water mark, particularly when I saw her hugging her boyfriend before the start of school on Monday. Certainly, pangs of jealousy were there, but it made me feel better knowing that our little secret was safe and that we had some clear limits. Looking, I justified, was not that big of a deal.

Megan, though, didn't come by that day or the next, and I started to worry. I began to imagine that she was spooked by the whole thing and would be uncomfortable talking to me. On Wednesday, she hurried into my room after school, hurried up to me and threw her arms around me in a tight embrace. I started to say something, but she interrupted and said, "I can't stay," and left me standing there a little aroused and very confused. From then on, I only saw her in class. Megan stopped coming by, and after about a week, I stopped expectantly looking for her.



Megan Ch. 02



Ch. 2 The Bar

We went to the nearest quite bar that I could think of in a hurry, attracting every single view along the way, which was not quite surprising. Obviously, Megan was an eye-stopper being as tall as she was. But, at 8'4" in her heels, it was over a certain psychological limit, not to mention that her body would be impressive at average height, specially her massively muscled long legs, and her wide powerful back. And as a cherry on top of all that was my averagely-built 5'7" frame barely taller than her legs, and significantly thinner. I bet only one of her legs was heavier than my entire body; it was certainly stronger. 

Entering the bar was more interesting that I expected as the door was only 7 feet high, and of normal width. It was like watching Alice in wonderland. Megan had to bend over to fit her height, and then turn sideways to fit her shoulders, which made her breasts and ass scrape on the doorframes. Fuck me, that's amazing; an 18 year-old girl too large for a doorway.. and she was on a date with me! I remembered my new neighbour and how I had daydreamed about her towering frame after meeting her in the elevator. She was quite tall but, compared to Megan... 

As we entered the hallway, there was just enough space for her to stand up with her head grazing the ceiling. Which reminded me, the standard height for ceilings was actually 2.5m or exactly 8'4". Acting the gentleman, as I offered to help Megan with her jacket I remembered that I could barely reach a ceiling while standing on a chair. Hmmm, this might be a bit complicated. 

Meanwhile Megan accepting the offer, turned her perfectly huge ass towards me almost swatting me. I had to take a step back only to find my back against a wall, her mare-sized ass only inches from my chest. It was about elbow length wide and had that sexy protrusion that can only be found on really voluptuous girls. As I was never a fan of small thin butts, this was a blessing. And the way that dress was hugging her shape tightly made me gulp. Her hair was also amazingly hot, thickly braided and ending somewhere between her butt cheeks. 

I was about to compliment her hair when Megan noticed something on her shoe and promptly bending over to clean it. If you've ever seen a girl in a tightly-hugging mini dress bend over, you'll know what a heart-stopping moment that is. Her ass grew wider, closed the gap and pinned my torso and arms against the wall. I couldn't move a muscle and it was quite difficult to take a breath. As she was getting up again, her ass cheeks pinched my torso like a toothpaste tube pushing all the air out. Finally free, and silently regaining my breath I moved my hands upwards to see about helping her with the jacket. I was right: I could barely reach her shoulders, but luckily she helped me by shrugging, thereby lowering the jacket a bit.

We found a place in a secluded separated part, with half-circle barchair-height sofas and a high table. I wasn't too happy with the place as the leg rung was too low for me to reach, but Megan had no such problem; her legs were resting easily on the floor. Actually, her knees barely fit in the half-circle, one of her knees touching my side of the sofa, and the other sticking out. 

We exchanged the basic information though the first bottle of wine, I found out that when she was a kid she had problems with hormone balance, apparently she has always had problems with her pituitary gland. She explained that it was the controlling gland for hormonal distribution, even directing other glands. 

These problems caused trouble with her metabolism that made her really fat during her childhood and even up to her high school days. As a direct coincidence all of the kids her age made fun of her. This motivated her to start training with her father's weights in the basement, at first secretly but soon openly. But due to her health issues it was impossible to lose weight, which made her train more in frustration. But what she didn't realize is that underneath that overweight body she developed a massive muscular frame. As she later discovered, her body was blessed with a very rare problem of hypermuscularity, caused by the inability of her body to react to a certain protein. This was genetic, not related to her gland.

So by high school she was already a massive mountain of muscle hidden under pound and pounds of fat. During her freshman year, she lost control of herself and hurt some seniors. She was for this reason expelled. Her father couldn't take care of her with his constant business trips, and her mother had passed away a long time ago so she was sent to her aunt, and from there she graduated high school by correspondence.

During this time she continued her training even harder, and her weight problems also suddenly disappeared, uncovering her massive muscles. But her massive growth spurts started at about age 14 when she was expelled, and she grew from 6'2" to the current 7'8". 

By the end of the story we had finished the first bottle, this time she decided to go order another, and I had a great time watching her sway her way over to the bar and lean over to order. The bartender's eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

She returned with the wine, this time sitting next to me. Unfortunately due to her sheer size, she almost sat on top of me; I had to quickly scramble out of her way. She finally placed her massive ass right next to me, pushing me away when her ass spread in contact with the sofa. "Why don't we sit a bit closer?" she said, resting her massive arm heavily on my shoulders and pulling me in closer. 

In this position my head was level with her shoulders and I had to look almost straight up to see her. Looking down, all I could see was the impossible size difference of my leg compared to hers. While my thigh was on the sofa almost to the knees, only her ass was resting on the sofa, while the rest of her leg was sticking way out. And as the sofa was about two feet high, my legs were hanging a few inches above the floor, while her knees were slightly above our sitting position, and her massive thighs were taking up all the space under the table. 

With a sly smile and a sexy side-long glance she told me: "I could really enjoy some apple juice before the wine."

"Should I go order it?"

"No need; we can use these," she said, pointing at the apples on the table. Before I had a chance to ask what she was thinking, she grabbed one, brought it over her glass and closed her fist over it. Her forearm ballooned with muscle for a second, and juice flowed from her hand to the glass. 

"I just love freshly-squeezed fruit. Would you like one?" she asked innocently, like she just did the most normal thing. It took me a few seconds to form words, and I managed to answer "Positively," dying to see that again. 

"Oh you're so cute, shocked like that. I just want to kiss you to pieces," she says realizing how much she surprised me.

She placed a second apple in the hand of the arm that was draped around my shoulder so I could see everything up close. This time she took her time, slowly crushing the life out of the fruit, faking a little grunt of effort. Even when the apple was already crushed, she continued the show a bit longer showing me her power, proud of it, knowing that I was growing hornier with each display. This time the remains were almost nonexistent.

The second bottle went much faster, although I was drinking very little by then. I guess Megan could drink much more due to her amazing metabolism. I offered to go for another bottle, and she agreed. Standing on the inside of the half-circle I noticed that Megan's huge and long legs blocking the way complicated getting out. 

"Having problems, Tiny?" she smiled.

I quickly went down on my knees and passed under her legs. "No, I can manage thank you." 

"Mhmm. Resourceful little man, I must tell you I really liked you down there."

On return, before I had a chance to think where to sit, Megan grabbed me and placed me onto her lap, my legs between those monstrous thighs, firmly pressing me into her body, her breast into my chest, and planted a big kiss on my lips. "Now that's much better isn't it?" My face was now only a bit lower than hers. She was starting to get a bit drunk as well. 

"Joey, I have to tell you something: I know I may look a bit big, and strong on the outside, but on the inside I'm quite sensitive, and I'm really beginning to like you. And as you have probably noticed I have very little experience with dating boys. Please be gentle and patient with me, and I promise I will do my best to make it up to you." 

"W.. Wow. Don't worry I will take care of you, and be gentle, I promise," my mouth answered while alarms went off in my head. Be gentle? Who was I kidding; she could hurt me if she accidentally sat on me. "But how come? A pretty girl like you, I would have thought boys would flock at your feet." 

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing but, first there was the problem of everyone making fun of me for being so fat. Also, remember how I told you about my hormone problems. Well, I didn't know it at the time, but my growth spurts were also followed by surges of sexual hormones. This was a way of my body keeping up with growth spurts. A side effect to that was that at some moments I was uncontrollably horny. It got to a point where I had to go to the bathroom and touch myself to relieve the pressure. And I didn't know what was causing them then, it went well with my image of myself as a freak; puberty you know.

"So it wasn't really the fight with the kids. I'm not very proud of the exact story but I think I can trust you. The boys who were making fun of me, I grabbed one of them and slapped another really hard, probably hurting him badly; there was blood everywhere. The others ran away when they saw the blood, and I still had the other kid in my hand. I had one of those hormonal surges at the time and I took the boy to a secluded hallway. He was quite cute, and big, almost as big as I was. I trapped him between my thighs to stop him from struggling. And pressed his body against mine, hard and started kissing him. Unfortunately we were found by a teacher, or fortunately for the boy anyway. In my passion I badly bruised his body and almost choked him with my tongue." 

"What do you mean with your tongue?" It occurred to me that Megan hadn't yet kissed me with her tongue. 

Well, it was kind of.. erm.. my first time tongue kissing, and I kind of got carried away. And I guess his mouth was a bit too small or something. But he wasn't really hurt. Except for where I was holding him. But I didn't mean to. It was just that he was trying to get away and I had to hold him very firm. But he only had a few bruises." This all came out in a torrent, then she took a breath and continued.

"Well, you see my tongue is.. a little long." She slowly slid her tongue out between her lips. It reached her chin went past there.. and didn't stop until it reached her cleavage! Megan's marvelous mouth muscle was some 12 inches long, and incredibly sexy. And it disappeared really quickly as she sucked it back into her mouth.

"Wow Megan! That thing is amazing; really sexy."

"Really, you think so. I've always thought of it as being a bit weird. I like you a lot Joey; you really seem to like everything about me, that's why it's important that I finish the story. 

"The really bad part was later. I had to go to the teacher's office. And my hormones were completely out of control. I almost started touching myself right there in front of him. He was a really tiny guy, something like 4-feet-10. Although I wasn't this big then - maybe 6'2", and not as strong - I was very fat at the time, and I completely dwarfed his little body. Not like I would do anything to him intentionally, but he apparently had a fetish for large girls, especially their thighs, and although he saw me bruise a kid with my thighs and hands simply by rubbing against him in passion, he asked me to put his body between my thighs. Even sitting I was as big as he was, and for him I guess the sight must have been intoxicating. I refused, several times, but he promised to get me in trouble, expel me, and make it impossible to enter a university. I was young, didn't know better, so I accepted his offer.

"He went down on his knees and crawled between my legs, caressing them and pressing them at his sides, urging me to lock my legs behind his back and flex. My thighs weren't as strong then, but crossing my legs helped. His body looked so tiny compared to my legs that I lost all control, I felt so powerful. 

"He begged me to stop but his pleas only made me feel more powerful. After a while he didn't have any air left for begging. I didn't even notice the sound of his ribs cracking, I loved the way my huge thighs surrounded his body, and I loved it even more when I placed his tiny head against my sex. I loved how my hand dwarfed his undersized head, how puny it looked, and I rubbed his face and made him lick until I came, my thighs convulsing on his tiny head. It was a mess; his body fell to the floor with a powerless thump. His nose was broken, blood was on his face, his jaw was dislocated and he was yelping in pain.. and I still only felt lust seeing how tiny and powerless he was there on the floor between my legs. I ran away from his office in a moment of clarity, afraid of what I might do to him."

A sense of dread was crawling down my spine. That guy was barely over a foot shorter than her, maybe 14 inches, and I may be some 9" taller than he was, but meanwhile Megan grew an immense 14 inches, plus her heels, that gives her two feet of overpowering presence, not even counting her muscles, which would be intimidating at normal height. I must have grown very pale. 

"Oh don't be frightened, I've learned to control myself since then. I promise I'll take good care of you and be very careful, little Joey." 

"We came to an agreement," she continued, "I would keep quiet about his sexual abuse of a student, and he wouldn't press charges, but I would have to leave school. I was now schooled by radio like those kids living in really remote places. Seeing as how I was still a kid, I blamed myself for everything and my massive legs mostly. I used weight lifting as an escape, training day and night, specially working my thighs well beyond the pain limit, punishing them for what they had done to me. Because, you see, that event caused a change in me: ever since then, whenever I saw a tiny guy like him, I used to get really horny and my thighs would start twitching with desire, this would cause me to hide in my basement and train to exhaustion. 

"My mother passed away when I was very young, my father didn't notice much as most of the time he was away on business. Finally, he was so busy, or just couldn't handle having a daughter like me and sent me to my aunt. 

"This in a way was a blessing for me. My aunt is a large woman, as was my mother, well not as big as I was, but she was quite tall - over six feet and quite a lot of woman for any man. She was able to help me grow over my fears of hurting boys.

"I can still remember when she gave me a rugby helmet to put between my legs, to teach me control. And all was well.. until I climaxed and it cracked in two. It was obvious she wasn't expecting that and was a bit shocked but she didn't give up. After a few months I was able to climax without breaking a watermelon about 5 out of 6 times. So it's unfortunately still a bit of Russian roulette to give me head, and I won't blame you if you are too scared. The only time I really lost control was during my growth spurts and my hormones were wild, at that time the watermelons weren't just crushed, they would explode, and I almost broke my own hand while climaxing once. 

"At my aunt's request I tried Internet dating, carefully selecting the biggest strongest guys I could find. And still they were almost always a head or more shorter than me, and always wanted to compare strength. And all of them were powerless compared to me. Can you imagine the rush of being able to overpower big burly bodybuilders and football players? But none of them could handle that and eventually all of them ran away. But in that time I managed not hurting any of them, just a few bruises.. and OK, one dislocated shoulder.. and that one cracked rib. But that guy was asking for it. 

"But I haven't had someone as tiny and cute as you by my side in a really long time. And after dating those large guys, you seem so incredibly tiny and powerless. I bet I could do anything I want to you, couldn't I Joey?" I could feel her thighs rhythmically pressing into my legs, playfully pushing me into her massive arm.

"That makes me want you soo bad." And I feel her hand engulfing my skull from the back and bending it with irresistible force, her lips pressing into my neck kissing and sucking painfully.

"I could just lick you to the bone," she whispers to my ear and plants her plump red lips over mine. I can feel the tip of her tongue making a circle over my lips and then she pushed it between our lips to my cheek and -- magically -- all the way to my ear. I could feel the tip of her tongue playing on my ear lobe, and then it slowly slid back across my face into her mouth. My mind was racing with questions but her lips were firmly sealing my mouth as she fervently sucked on my face. Letting me go for air, she sucked and licked my neck some more breathing heavily. 

Her hand found its way to my pants and she suddenly stopped kissing me and turned her wonderful, shockingly deep blue eyes to me. "What is that in your pants, Tiny?" 

My erection was threatening to rip my pants apart -- all 14inches of it. It was probably never this hard before. "Well, that's my dick."

"Mhmm. You sure you don't have a sock down there. I've never heard it could be this big."

"Well, I've never heard girls could be as big as you," I smiled. 

"Mhmm. It's like you were built just for me. But you will be careful with it. I wouldn't want my big man to accidentally hurt little old me." She kept rubbing at my pants, her breathing more shallow. "But I can feel it will be just perfect for me."

In a way Megan also seemed a blessing for me, since I've always had problems finding girls that I would actually fit. Many were interested enough to try, but very few could do anything with it. When I was younger yes, but it's been a long time since I've had a blow job due to the sheer size of my dick. But on the other hand, only my penis was built for Megan; I was afraid that the rest of my body was nowhere nearly as built for her as my dick was. Although I didn't think there was anyway I could convince her to change her mind now. Nor did I want to anyway.

I offered to walk her home before she ripped my pants apart and, since we had finished our third bottle of wine, reluctantly she agreed, not taking her eyes from my pants. 

As we were walking I tried hugging her waist, only to find out it was too high for me. She noticed my efforts, and placed my hand on her ass. It was soo large I could practically hug one of her ass cheeks. It was amazing: huge, soft to the touch, and massive; monstrous muscles danced right under the surface with each step. Every now and then she would step wrong from the alcohol and her massive thigh correcting her would push my puny body out of the way of its expansion, luckily Megan's arm was always there to steady my step. 

About half way there we were caught in a rain shower with no cover in sight. I pulled out my umbrella holding it up as far as I could. I would have to keep my hand fully extended upwards to keep the umbrella over Megan's head. She took the umbrella, but it was barely enough to cover her, so she looked at me smiling and pulled me in under her bosom. Her hand was big enough to cover my entire chest.




Megan Ch. 02



"Ohh, I just love these shoes, they make you fit so neatly under my boobies. I can't wait to be tall enough to do this without them." She lightly rested her massive boobies on my head. "I hope 40 pounds of boobies will be enough to protect you from the rain." Her breasts were too large to fit under the umbrella, so the front got wet. Giant thumb-sized nipples were clearly visible poking through her clothes and bra. 

We waited for the rain to weaken a bit and decided to go to my place to dry off as the rain made us quite soaked, and my place was quite close.

As we entered the building I asked her to set me down and led her to the lift. At 8'4" she was about 2'4" taller than the doors, so she bent to enter, also twisting a bit to enable her shoulders, ass and thighs to clear. I could never get enough of watching her enter tiny doorways. The lift groaned dangerously as she stepped inside. Once inside there was more space in width so she couched and turned. The only space left for me was to walk in between her thighs. We took the lift, which sounded like it was really struggling. It was a relatively old tiny lift, but it was marked for marked for 800 pounds or 5 people, so how much does she... This question was forming in my mind as she pulled me in closer, my back turned to her, massive arms surrounding my tiny torso, and her titanic thighs closing around my legs. It was like being in a hydraulic press; she could probably just squeeze me out like ketchup. I could feel her hot breath on my neck.

"I know what you're wondering, looking at that lift weight marking. You're trying to calculate my weight. What did you get, hm? Let's see, 800 minus your 140 that would make me 660. 

A-ha-ha, don't worry little one I'm not that fat, I'm only 560 pounds. These girls are rather big you know." And her thighs hugged me crushingly from the sides.

Just then the lift stopped at the wrong floor, and the door opened to my new neighbour.. or at least to her chin. She was also quite tall, not as tall as Megan but ironically when I met her, I considered her seriously wayyy too tall for me to have a chance. I think she was close to 7 feet tall since she had to duck quite a bit to enter the lift. But she was nowhere the size of Megan in height or bulk, although she also had significant curves with breasts somewhere around an F- cup, and a matching voluptuous behind and long curvaceous legs. I used to see her date tall big guys and I always felt quite like a kid if I was along for the ride. But this time, she was the tiny one. I wish she could have seen Megan at her full height. 

"Hi, Katey. We're going up," I said proudly.

And the look on her face was something I'll never forget: first utter surprise and then a hint of jealousy. I guess the sight must have been stunning. It was like catching people while kissing in a lift, except my date was crouching in order to reach my neck and fit in the lift at all. She could see Megan's pretty face smiling over my shoulder, and on each side of my body her massive shoulders and arms encircling and hiding my tiny torso, and the rest of my body hidden between two monstrous thighs, and her knees extending all the way to the lift entrance. 

"Em. Hi. Joey," she said confused, and closed the door. 

Megan's legs suddenly closed around me with a crushing grip. "Who is that pretty girl, Joey? How well do you know her?" 

"She's just a neighbour," I said, and thought: ëoh god, she's jealous of her. This monster has taken possession of me entirely.' 

"Are you jealous Megan? You have no reason to be. This girl is nothing compared to you." 

"But she's pretty, and thin, and tall."

"Tall? Are you joking, Megan? Compared to you she's tiny." 

"Don't get cute with me; she's still much taller than you, Tiny." 

"Mhmm. I bet you touched yourself thinking of her tall busty body, you naughty little man. Will my body be big enough compared to her, little Joey?"

"Oh yes, definitely Megan; she's nothing compared to you."

We finally arrived and, while I was searching for the key, Megan placed her hands above the door frame and lowered her breasts onto my head, this time letting them spill to my shoulders. Ohhh. That made me fumble the keys so much they fell to the floor. A few more attempts and I succeeded.



Megan Ch. 02



This is my 375th submission to Literotica. A kind of milestone for me, as I didn't think I'd live long enough to get anywhere close to that number. Well, with improved medical advances and some very good luck, I have, and now I look forward to providing you, my readers with many more submissions. 

I want to take a brief moment to thank all of you. Especially those who take a second to tell me what you liked or didn't like about the work. 

Thank you, and happy reading.

PW

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The air, heavy with fog, delivered a bone-cutting chill as I started the long drive to Wildwood at about five in the morning. My Chevy charged through this malaise like a beam of light through the darkness, while I grinned to myself, my long legs stretching out pressing the pedal to the metal. 

'She's waiting for me,' I thought. 'Well she's worth it, whatever the consequences' and I visualized her naked body. There was a kind of skip flutter in my chest. I knew damn well we'd be found out and the scandal that followed would haunt me the rest of my life, but I didn't care. I was sure I loved Megan and knew that with one minor exception, she loved me too.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in my hands, I tried to formalize my desire for her. 'If only, I told myself, we could spend more time together, maybe share a sunrise, a shower, a cup of coffee.' 

"Shit!" I called out to an empty car; 'these were things that were doable this week.' I realized, 'What about those things that were denied us?'

There were so many questions about this relationship. 'Did she love me?' I thought so. 'Would her love for me be enough to wean her away from her commitment to God?' I hoped so. 

'Did I really love her?' I was sure I did. I'd never felt this committed to anyone before. 'Did I love her enough to keep to a monogamous relationship if we were to marry?' On that one I wasn't sure, for right after we'd met again; there I was fucking those eighteen-year olds.

As the miles rolled by I realized I'd never had thoughts like these before. And the letter she'd sent me didn't leave room for any speculation other than she'd be in Wildwood for a one-week vacation and the second week would be spent with her parents. 'If only,' I thought pulling away from a toll on the Parkway, and followed that incomplete thought by trying to formulize my desire for Megan.

'Shit,' I told myself, ' I want to spend more time with her. And not just because she's unattainable living in the convent.' 

I daydreamed as I drove, and laughed aloud in the car, conjuring up other goals, like waking up in bed together.

Damn it! I wanted a real relationship with Megan, but her vocation made that impossible. 'Should I settle for less?' I wondered, and realized how hard I was gripping the steering wheel.

I pulled into my motel around ten in the morning and placed a called to Megan after checking in. She'd been there for two days already, just in case another nun was keeping tabs on her.

Megan answered the phone on the first ring. 

"Hello?" Her voice was tentative, as though she didn't expect me to be on the other end.

"Yeah," I said, "hi, it's me."

"Thank God. Where are you?"

"About a block away at the Reefside."

"Do . . . do you want to come over?"

" . . . Yeah, I do," my voice had gone dry on me.

"Please hurry then, Room 345."

I sprinted over, bettering my best time by 3 or 4 seconds for the short distance. As a consequence I was sweating when I knocked on her hotel door. I told myself it wasn't nerves.

The door opened so suddenly I almost fell into the room.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, James. I thought you'd never get here and was waiting by the door listening for your footsteps . . ."

"And never heard them . . ." We both smiled at that and I took her in my arms and kissed her. We took our time, getting reacquainted. I found myself memorizing the manner in which she played with my hair. When the kiss ended, Megan licked her lips and smiled. As we parted, stepping back to look at one another her eyes flashed with excitement.

"Something to drink?" She asked, gently rubbing her arm with her hand.

"Sure."

"I have white wine and two cans of beer."

"White wine is fine," I replied mentally kicking myself my making my words rhyme.

Megan licked her lips again and thrust out her breasts. As she walked over to the counter to pour our drinks I noted she was wearing a light weight white sweater and jeans.

Handing me a glass she indicated that I should sit on the couch. I did and she joined me, sitting thigh to thigh. Her shoe dangled loosely from her foot. I took a sip, at the same time trying to identify the song playing on the classic rock station. I couldn't. 

Months later, I learned it was Andrea True's, mega hit from '76, "More, More, More," but it had a beat that could only mean one thing. I put my glass down and found myself kissing her lower lip. Then we were going at it heavily. Swirling our tongues, sucking them back and forth as Megan gradually crawled on top of me. Her hand dropped to my leg and felt for my zipper pulled it down, freeing my rigid cock. She was panting in excitement, I was beyond that as she tugged my pants to my ankles and then shucked her own clothes. Her thick black bush greeted me and my hand found her pussy lips swollen and inviting.

"Make me feel like I'm the first woman who's ever been screwed!" She cried out, rolling over and opening her legs. 

I mounted her and eased my straining cock into her. She was more than moist. I slid in easily, feeling her grip me as she wrapped her thighs around me, and began thrusting. Her arms came around my back and we kissed frantically as we fucked, my lips traveling from her mouth to her neck to her ears and back to her mouth again. Her pelvis slammed into me as though she was desperate to finish, causing me some pain. 

My hands probed her bulging tits, caressing them, gently squeezing them. Her hands gripped my ass tightly, pulling me deeper within her. The remaining minutes of our lovemaking left the thick scent of woman in the air, and sheen to our skin. 

No way was I pulling out of her now. I concentrated on keeping my dick at least in a semi-erect state, thrusting gently within her slimy pussy as we kissed softly. After a minute or three of this I moved to her tits and tenderly sucked on them taking turns, careful not to ignore one at the expense of the other.

"Oh, God," she said deliciously, "you're going to kill me if we keep this up."

Then, "Are you timing this love?" Megan asking teasingly then moaned blissfully as I bite gently on her left nipple. God her pear-sized tits were so firm and pliable.

"No, but I do want to be fair."

"You're very considerate."

"Thank you. Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

"No. How beautiful am I?" She said then giggled.

"You are without a doubt the most beautiful, most desirable woman to ever walk this planet."

"Well . . . you say the nicest things. Flattery can get you everything . . ."

"Everything?"

"Everything. I hold nothing back. I'm completely yours . . . for the rest of the week that is."

"Shit!"

"Language, watch the language. Remember who you're in bed with."

I laughed. "We're not in bed. We're on the couch."

"You know what I mean."

I didn't answer; instead I enveloped one of her small strawberry tipped nipples and licked it round and round. Her areola, about the size of a quarter, pebbled over and I licked them too.

"Ewe! You are soooo nasty!" She groaned.

"I'll show you nasty in a few minutes, Honey-Baby, Sugar Pie."

Megan convulsed with laughter. "Honey-Baby, Sugar Pie, my Irish ass!"

"Another gorgeous part of you, my love," I laughed in return. "Oh!"

"What?"

"Can you feel it?"

"What? Ohhhh . . . YES! YES, I can!"

My cock was back in form again and I began to thrust in earnest and her moaning increased in intensity. As my balls slapped against her ass, her fingers were peeling my shirt off and tossing it aside. Megan's hands roamed over my chest, caressing, pulling on the hairs, and teasing my nipples as we rutted in pure unadulterated lust. 

Now I was on top, with her legs on my shoulders, kneading her tits with one hand while two fingers of the other were dipped into her hungrily sucking mouth. She exploded two more times, each one more violent than the last. Then I was pumping furiously as my own climax approached. Megan matched me thrust for thrust, painfully squeezing my ass as I poured my seed into her.

My limp dick flopped out and I backed away from Megan, getting on all fours and lowering my face to her drooling cunt. The smell was nirvana and I buried my face in her, lapping at her not unlike a greedy dog, reveling in the taste of our commingled juices. She shrieked unbelievably when I took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked on it. I kept at her, devouring her cunt. She must have come three more times before pushing me away, crying, "No more . . . please, no more!"

We cuddled up and rested for a while, each of us engrossed in our own thoughts. I knew she was thinking of me and of course, I was thinking about her, and our future, if there was to be one.

Eventually I called in an order for pizza and we sat on the couch, Megan in a robe and me . . . well I stayed naked. 

As we were finishing our pizza, she confided that for the past week she'd been experiencing the strangest sensations in her loins. That's the term she used, her loins. 

I smiled as she described those feelings; tingling, itching feelings that evolved into a throbbing need until she was forced to use her hairbrush handle on herself. I was impressed that she could bring herself to tell me about her masturbation since she was so religious, then realized that she was being openly honest with me. 

'Duh!' I made a mental note to be just as honest and candid with her. 

Megan giggled.

"What's funny?" I asked.

"Would it surprise you to know I'd just finished doing it again moments before you called?"

"Really?" Was the best I could come up with at the time.

"That's because of the goings on from that room over there," and she pointed to the window opposite the foot of the bed.

"So, tell me."

"Mmmmm, well at first I heard a kind of muffled squeal of laughter. So I went to the window too look and my heart almost stopped beating."

"What was it?"

"A young girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen, was sitting back on a rumpled bed. Next to her was this angelic young man, perhaps twenty or so. But what got me so excited was the fact that he had his hand up the girl's dress. In fact, he had it up under her dress to the elbow!"

"Jesus!" I formed a picture of this tableau. 

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain James." Megan scolded then smiled.

"And all the while his hand was under there . . . well, it was moving! And I knew . . ."

"He was fingering her pussy," I finished for her.

"James!"

"Sorry."

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I got such a hot-itching sensation between my legs that I emptied my suitcase upside down looking for my ... brush."

"What happened with the couple?" I asked, knowing where this was leading.

"They . . . uh, were talking all the time. But I couldn't understand them. I mean, he was doing most of the talking. My guess, and it is only a guess, is that he was trying to coax her into going further."

"And the girl?" I asked.

"Well, her face was flushed and she was smiling at him all the while; even nodding her head in agreement. James, even now I'm having difficulty in breathing as I recall them."

I lowered my hand and found the opening in her robe; my hand lay over her mons. Megan shivered.

"What did she look like?"

"Oh, she was a knockout little blonde. Really, really cute, with a turned up button nose, short hair and a great smile; she had like, really nice teeth.

"Suddenly, I could hear him. He was coaxing her."

"What was he saying?"

"Ummm, he said . . . 'Take it out baby. Come on, play with it."

"Whew!"

"She moaned at that and said, 'I love the feel of your hands on me.' "

"Did she reach for him then?"

"Yes, she was very careful taking his thing out. I have to say it looked awful big to me, but it wasn't as big as yours." Megan giggled. This was having a beneficial result on me.

"When it was out she leaned forward and kissed it, right on the tip. Then she took him in hand and slowly masturbated him. I recall he groaned and said, 'Ahhh . . . your hand feels sooo . . . good!' "

"You're not making this up are you?" I asked.

"No! Oh, no! Then he said, 'Ohhh, yeah! Play with it baby!' "

"Look at what this stories done to me, Megan."

Tittering, she reached for me and began to slowly jerk me off. "Just like this. She was doing it just like this. Like it?"

"Mmmmmm!"

"Then she whispered something to him that I didn't catch, but he reached up and unbuttoned her shirt. She shrugged her shoulders and it dropped off. She let go of his thing and unhooked her bra; he was having trouble with the catch. Then she wriggled out of her skirt and removed her panties. 

While she was doing that, he removed the remainder of his clothing. When they were both naked, she grabbed his thing again and continued stoking it."

"Oh, I forgot, she teased him, saying, 'I bet you jerk off every day.' and he sheepishly grinned and told her, 'Yeah, but I'm thinking about you.' Wasn't that lovely, James?"

"It's true. Men do think of women, or a particular woman when they . . ."

"Not all men."

"Well, sure. The gays are thinking of other men, but it has the same significance. So what happened next?" I asked as my finger began to probe her hole.

"Ungggh!"

"Is James making nice with you?"

"Yes! Did you . . . do you want to try the other side?"

The other side? It had to mean she wanted me to put it up her ass. "Okay," I said quickly. "Got any oil?"

"There's a small plastic bottle in the bathroom."

I got up and retrieved it.

When I returned, she'd lost the robe and was on all fours, presenting her ass to me. As I applied the oil to her beautiful globes she murmured, 

"Mmmm, oh yes, that's soooo nice. Are you gonna wander around back there?"

"Kind of hard to tell where I am with this thick bush of yours."

"Want me to shave it off?"

"I don't know. Certainly not now."

"Ohhhhh!"

"Gee all this oil makes it kind of squishy ..." My index finger entered her anus.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Do you prefer small circles, or shall I go deep?"

"I'll continue the story if you confine yourself to small circles."

"It's a deal."

"Oooh, what's that I feel against my leg?"

"My boner's back."

"Wonderful!"

"Megan ... please the story?"

"Mmmmm, yes. Ahhhh! You can go in further now. I think I'm ready."

"Ugh! Ahhhhhh! You are quick to respond."

"Your pleasure is my prime concern my lady."

"Mmmmm, where was I?"

"The young couple."

"Oh, yes. Well, they were moving around on the bed, he punched up the pillows, and lay back against the head of the bed, his knees spread, the girl lay across his chest, gripping him firmly in her hand, her legs open to him, letting him finger her. That's about when I turned the suitcase over to find my hairbrush."

"Did you start using it right away?"

"What kind of fool do you think I am? Of course I did. The handle was going to town before I got back to the window."

"Do you think they saw you watching them?"

"I doubt it. They were so busy with each other and I was kinda still . . . except for . . ."

"Ummmm."

"Oh! Oh! Oh, James . . .that's sooo good! YES! Right there! Oh, yes! Ahhhhhh!"

A few moments later I asked, "Did you just cum?"

"I'm not sure. I mean your finger was in my rectum, not my . . ."

"Pussy. Say the word, it's allowed."

"My . . . pussy."

"Say it three times."

"What?"

"Go on."

"Pussy, pussy, pussy. There, are you satisfied?"

"I think you did cum; but not big time, just a medium type, but it felt very good didn't it?"

"That's for sure. Anyway, she was breathing, little gasps, his hand was a blur as he moved in and out of her, using his fingers like you use your . . ."

"Cock."

"Right. Cock, cock, cock."

"Very good," I said and smiled at her and she leaned forward and licked my dickhead, causing me to groan.

"So . . . you really liked that didn't you?"

"Yes I did baby. I loved it. Tell the story, but feel free to do that once in a while."

Megan giggled and licked the underside of my mushroom, then giggled again. "This is really fun, not just pure sex. I never thought . . . oh, well. The little blonde was breathing heavily, and he must have found a good place because she moaned, 'Ohhh God . . . right there' followed quickly by, 'Ohhh, baby! Yeah . . . Gonna cum! Don't stop! Don't ...stop!' she crooned, and got off."

"I lost it too. In fact, I soaked the sheets with my juices. Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything. It stays right here."

"I put the handle in my mouth and pretended it was you."

"Jeez!"

"I licked all the stuff off the handle too. Do you think me bad?" She said contritely.

"No, not at all, maybe a little naughty, but not bad. I love you for telling me this." And I kissed her.

"Want to hear more, or shall I do this?" And she took the head of my cock between her lips, giving it light, gentle sucks.

"I'm greedy, can I have both?"

"Mmmmm," and with a soft pop she released my shaft and continued the story.

"By this time, the bedding was off the mattress and she was on all fours, her hands holding loosely to the headboard, her glistening back heaving from her panting as she . . . help me James?"

"Was she taking him in her cunt?"

"No, her mouth."

"Then she was blowing him, or sucking him."

"She was sucking him off and I was hot again and began to use the handle on myself. It was so quiet I could hear the slick, slurping noises."

"Jesus, you should be a writer."

"Don't say His name like that. And I am an English teacher, some of the time anyway."

But she smiled at me and took a long taste of my cock.

"Ummm, I needed that," she purred, "and the young man groaned and cried, 'Stop it now. I'll come if you keep that up'.

Megan gave me another prolonged suck, came up for air, and said, "This is kind of a reenactment of sorts," and giggled.

"Sorry, I am having soooo much fun here. Oh, the girl says, 'It's okay." But the fella sort of growled, well, not really like he was mad or anything, ya know? And said, 'No, no! It's my turn. I get to lick you, and then I wanna cum in you.' "

"I kind of lost it there for a minute or so. My handle was doing its thing and well . . ."

"I understand, and sent a second finger up her backside. It met no resistance.

"Remember," I said, "the first time we were together?"

"I was a virgin, James. I hardly knew anything about sex."

"You were so concerned about losing your virginity you let me do you anally."

"Well sure!"

"But you did want to do it."

"I sure did. How many high school seniors get to fool around with guys in their mid-twenties?"

"Not that many, I guess, especially you girls being so religious and all."

Megan playfully cuffed me.

"But you were agreeable to letting me put it in back there."

"I had no idea how much it would hurt!"

"True. But I did warn you didn't I?"

"Sure, but what did I know? I wanted you inside me and that way I kept my virginity."

"It didn't hurt for long did it?"

"It sure did. But after a while it was a sort of agreeable pain. I mean it hurt, but still it felt good. And I was making you happy. That counted for a lot."

"As I recall, we did it every Wednesday when your Mom and Dad went to the movies."

"Ummm, just like rabbits."

"Megan?"

"Mmmm?"

"Want me to go in there right now?"

She burst out laughing. "I wondered how long it would take you. I've been squirming around on those fingers for twenty minutes now. Come on," she hissed, "Make like a rabbit again."




Megan Ch. 02



"Okay, but don't you want to finish the story first?"

"All right, Mr. Horny. I'll finish it." The girl was lying on her back, cupping her breasts as he knelt between her raised knees, licking her... pussy."

"Hooray! You did it. You said THE word."

"Go to hell!" She said, and then laughed. "I was using my handle again when he spoke. 'I love eating you,' he husked, his hands toying with her upraised nipples. For her part, it wasn't long before she uttered a low, guttural sound and said, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck! You... you're making me cum!'"

"I was squatting on the floor by the window, rising up and down on the handle. I don't know how many times I came while this was going on. 

"Anyway, she held his head firmly down on her ... pussy and told him she was coming and bucked up at his mouth to emphasize it. 

Then it was her turn to growl as the young man quit licking her and rose to his knees and took his ...did I mention that his ...cock was curved?"

"No, and that's interesting to you?"

"Why, yes. I had thought all men were straight. Maybe some are longer and thicker, but I had thought ...well, a curved one never occurred to me."

"You live and learn," I said, keeping the grin off my face.

"So he took his ...curved cock and positioned it at her entrance, and with a quick movement slid inside her."

"What did she do?"

"She grunted and said, 'Oh fuck!' I think she was still coming. Anyway she wrapped her legs around his ass as he pounded into her. 

Of course she pounded right back. It was interesting, I mean I could see the dimple in his ass appearing and disappearing as he slammed away at her. 

It wasn't long before his butt tightened up and they both groaned. I came again and tossed the hairbrush away, I was too spent to do it again. As I pushed my self away from the window, his shrived penis, there," she said with satisfaction,

"I used MY word for it!"

"Good," I said, "but then what?"

"Why it popped out of her of course!" 

"That was the end?"

"Yes, I mean after a while they dressed and went out, and I went and took a cold shower and waited for you."

"You've had quite a few orgasms today, haven't you?"

"I can always have another though I will admit to being a little sore down there."

"Uh huh, and that's why the backdoor is now open, huh?"

"You are such a clever man," she beamed at me, and then drove her tongue into my waiting mouth.

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I felt her knees go weak as my fingers moved lightly up and down her ass and she moaned when my lips brushed against her puckered pink orifice. 

"James, you don't know what that's doing to me."

"Tell me," I managed to say between darting and dabbing my tongue around her lovely ass hole.

"Ugh! Every fiber of my body is aching for your touch. Even now with your hands . . . those lovely rough hands, touching me, I want ...I need more of it. Please don't stop."

"All right," I agreed and continued to caress her magnificent globes. Uh, a favor, por favor, lift up a bit so I can get my mouth where it needs to be."

"Would you like me to shower first? I mean after all . . . ."

"Not necessary. I love your smells. And I mean all of them. Your scent right now is like the world's greatest perfume."

"You DO have a way with words, lover. OOOOH! YES! THERE! RIGHT THERE!

My tongue had followed the path my fingers had bored open. Obviously Megan liked this treatment.

"You're making a lot of noise baby. I know you're enjoying this, but can you keep the screeching down? They might evict you, and that would be hell to see a nun getting thrown out of a motel room for excessive screaming."

"Shut up and don't stop what you're doing. I'll try to be quieter, but God James, that felt so goooood."

"You should see yourself."

"How can you see me from where you are?"

"The mirror silly."

"Oh? Well what is it?"

"Your face."

"My face?"

"It's the brightest red."

She twisted her body enough to provide her with a view of her face and grimaced. "I've have looked better."

"Not to me you haven't."

"Men are pigs," she laughed. It was a nasty laugh. "Wait until I return the favor. We'll see how you're face looks."

"I can't wait." We both began laughing. And I slapped her ass playfully.

"Owchie!" 

I followed that with a soft kiss across her crinkled rim. Megan arched her back, pressing her butt back into my face. My finger crept between her legs searching for her clit and found it.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Megan shifted her hips to accommodate my dick as it slowly probed against her anal Megan ground her pussy up and down against my finger, softly moaning and calling my name. My head was spinning from the heat she was generating and I squeezed her ass.

"Like it?"

"Oh, God yes!" She groaned. "Are you going to put it in?"

"Do you want to do the honors?"

"All right," she said, her voice cracking; and her hand quickly located my erection and placed it at her anus. Glancing in the mirror I saw Megan's eyes were glazed over with lust as she rubbed the head of my dick against her well-oiled hole.

"Gonna make it fit James." She said seemingly determined and ran the tip of her tongue over her thin dry lips. She continued rubbing it against her hole then suddenly thrust her ass against my dick and it slithered past her sphincter with surprisingly little effort, reminding me of our early days in her bedroom.

"Just go slow Baby," she said and grunted as I gripped her shoulders and pushed against her ass.

"Hey! Work it in slowly now. I'm not as loose as I used to be."

"I know you've got a big one James, but this really feels . . . unreal!"

I kissed the back of her throat and said, "You are unbelievably tight!" But I halted my attack for a moment, paying attention to her breasts which hung down not unlike apples in a tree begging to be picked. I was careful to be gentle, cupping them in turn and lazily massaging them using the tips of my fingers. Megan found this pleasant and moaned her appreciation.

"And here I thought you'd be yanking on them, trying to milk me like a cow."

"Working it up your behind is rough enough, but if you'd like me to get a little sadistic later I'll be happy to oblige."

"Mmmm, we'll see," she cooed and I knew she wanted me to savage them for a short time anyway and made a mental note to do so.

She wriggled her ass and I resumed wedging my cock deeper.

A minute passed before she asked, "Are you in all the way?"

Grunting with the effort I gained another half-inch before answering. "About four inches."

"Too go?"

"Well, that's as far as I'm in. That leaves another five to go, if I go in to the hilt."

"Somewhat nervous, Megan told me, "Well... don't plan on going in that far."

"Okay lover," I said easing out; and applied more oil to her hole and my dick. This proved beneficial as I gained another inch.

"Ohhh! You're splitting me in two!"

I backed up and asked if that was better. "Yes! Very much better."

Applying more pressure I tried again, only to feel her sphincter muscle tightening around me. I decided to wait for her to relax. Perhaps two minutes passed as I renewed playing with her breasts again to help her loosen up. 

"Mmmm, James?"

"Yes Megan."

"I'm getting used to it. Try some more. Try hard this time. It will hurt, but I can bear it."

"You're sure?"

Whipping her head around to face me, she groaned, "Of course I'm not sure! Do it anyway!"

Once again I pulled back then thrust forward. Megan grunted with each movement, but gradually her muscles relented and I gained additional ground. Then I felt I had gone as deep as could and stopped.

"Ohhhhhh, James! I feel like I'm going to explode. I cannot believe you're so far inside me. Please don't move, let me enjoy this for a second."

My cock felt as though it was in the grip of a gloved fist. And that was before Megan began using her muscles to expand and contract, milking my dick as it were. It was heavenly, and unable to resist I starting to fuck her seriously. She responded by moving her ass in a slow, circular fashion, I had to follow her lead.

"James!" She exclaimed loudly, "Fuck me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass!"

"Better than in your pussy?" I teased.

"It . . . feels so . . . good!"

"Worth the effort?"

"Fuck you! Just shove it in me!"

That set me to pounding furiously, pulling her neck and shoulders back into me as I hammered my engorged cock against her tight anal walls. 

"How's that? Am I fucking you fast enough?"

"YES!"

"Make it hurt! Fuck MEEEEE!" 

I pounded into her knowing I couldn't last much longer. I slowed and started using long, easy strokes, almost totally withdrawing from her each time, and actually slipping out twice. This caused her to moan loudly at the loss.

"Put it back! Put it back!" She howled.

"OH! OH! OH!" she cried as I slithered deeply into her again.

Megan grunted, groaned, and bucked her ass against my gut, she seemed unable to breathe, but was snorting like a pig as her hands had gone beneath the pillows on the couch to grip the sides of the couch itself for some means of stability to keep her on it.

Trying to hold myself in check from coming, I decided to get rough with her. Now my hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. Testing her masochistic bent I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. 

"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming!" 

That did me in. My load gushed into her and collapsed on top of her, causing her to sink deep into the cushions. It took some time for us to come down from this extraordinary high. We were wrapped in each other's arms when she spoke.

"Great."

"Great?"

She kissed me tenderly. "That was great."

"I agree," and shifted slightly caused my dick to flop out.

"Oh, poor baby," Megan mewed.

"It won't be up for a while. I'm positive. Besides, now it's tender, like you're pussy."

"We need to give the sex a rest. What else can we do?"

"Let's rest for a while, maybe take a short nap. Then we might take a walk on the beach, have a beer in one of the clubs and after getting a bite to eat catch a show."

"Very good, James. I like a man with a plan." and we kissed again, long and lingeringly. The nap was a natural occurrence after that.

The remainder of the week was more of the same. We literally devoured one another. We were so hot that other men and women picked up on it and tried to join us. 

I remember Megan giggling and saying, "We're like the Pied Pipers of sex, they form a line wanting to follow us home."

"Yeah," I said but are we being too greedy in not sharing?"

"You'd share me with some one else?"

"Never!"

"Than why . . ."

The anal sex that followed was magnificent, and so was the oral sex after that. It was as close as we came to any form of disagreement. That made our parting at week's end that much more difficult.

Megan resisted my pleas to stay; she also rejected my many offers of marriage. Only agreeing to meet me again the following year, same time, same place. And she held firm to that commitment for the next twenty-two years.

________________________________________

I had thought it would go on and on like that. I'd accepted the fact that I had to share her with the church.

But then ... then Megan developed breast cancer; when diagnosed, she was too far gone to save her.

I didn't know until she didn't show up for our week together that July. I called her mother and learned that she had been buried five weeks earlier. Her mother asked me to stop by, that there was something Megan had left for me.

Feeling guilty as hell, I showed up at the Sullivan's residence. Mrs. Sullivan greeted me warmly, there was no animosity toward me as I'd expected. She sat me down and gave me a double scotch before handing me the letter.

"I had such mixed emotions about her entering the church," Mrs. Sullivan said. 

"I owe you an apology, James. I read the letter. I had suspected something of the kind. Megan was always adamant about that one week in July. I wanted ... I wanted to take her to Rome. She refused to go for fear of missing that week. And of course, Rome is the center of the church. I had an opportunity to meet the Pope. And still she declined. So I had my suspicions ...."

"You read the letter?"

"Yes, James. I read it, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for making my Megan a happy woman all those years."

"Yeah," I said morosely, "All those one week years."

"As you can see, it meant so much to her."

I finished off the scotch, and slowly read the letter.

I was crying by the time I finished. Megan told me how much she loved me. How devastated she was on learning we wouldn't be together this year. 

But more importantly, she told me why she couldn't bring herself to tell me about the cancer.

She closed by telling me we would meet again, and this time we would never part.

I was never much of a believer in the afterlife, and ever since I wished I was. 

Megan, I miss you so ...



Megan Ch. 03



Megan took a shower when she got home; it was so refreshing. While she was cleaning between her legs, the warm tingling sensations began to return. She started rubbing a little more than she normally would have during a shower. Megan suddenly realized what she was doing to herself and stopped. Somewhat ashamed of herself, she quickly finished and got dressed. 

"Clean up a lot of puke today?" her brother George asked as she came into the living room.

Before she could say a word back to him her mother yell "George!! Can't you be pleasant with your sisters?" 

"Ah Mom, you know Megan is my favorite sister that's over eighteen, and Heather's my favorite sister under eighteen." He did like his sisters but could never pass up a chance to give them a hard time.

"How was your first day Megan?" her mother asked. Joan knew she needed a physical, her first real one, and she wanted to be with her for it. John, her husband, and Dr. Walker both said no. Older girls were embarrassed to have their mother there. Also they were not as forthcoming when 'mom' was in the room. She knew Megan needed this physical as her body was maturing.

"Dr. Walker is a nice man, and I met a nurse, Judy Sandrock, who helped me a lot. She knows you from card club." 

"She's nice, and her fiancé Jason is a nice young man, he'll be a doctor soon," her mother replied. Card club, what a cover Joan thought, it was actually an exclusive sex club, meeting once a month. Judy and Jason were the youngest members, joining about six months ago. Jason had a big dick and knew how to get a woman hot before he used it. Bob Walker was also in the club but has not been back since his wife left him. No singles could come; anyone he brought would have to be preapproved by everyone else in the club.

"I'm going to Angie's house; her mom said I could have supper with them," Megan shouted as she ran out the door. Angie was a true friend. Many of her so called friends liked her because of her family's wealth. A lot of the girls from wealthy families loved to flaunt it. She was a little embarrassed by the wealth. Megan often bought clothes for Angie saying they didn't fit her any more. 

Joan wanted to talk to Megan, but was also relived when she left. She would talk to Judy and see how her 'quiet Megan' did.

*****

"Hello Mrs. Parker, nice day isn't it?" Megan said to Angie's mother. Even though she knew Angie's mom never married, she still addressed her 'Mrs.' out of respect. 

"Angie said you started to work for Dr. Bob Walker today."

"Yes, he gave me a job so I could see if I really wanted to be a doctor myself. I had a good day. Do you know him?" Megan asked.

"I think he graduated a year ahead of me in high school, but I've never been to him." Nancy Parker replied, thinking Megan was a little more energetic than normal. "Angie's in her room. Pizza is for supper."

"What's up? You sounded a little excited on the phone." Angie said as soon as Megan walked into her bedroom. "How'd work go?"

"I had to have a physical before I could start, so they did right then." Megan blurted out, a little timid and a little excited.

"You mean a complete physical?" Angie asked, emphasizing the word 'complete'.

"Uh ha"

"Tell me about it!"

"I met this nice nurse, Judy when I first got there. I had to fill out all kinds of papers; then we went to talk to Dr. Walker. After a short conversation he said 'we will start with your physical'. Then he just left the room and I was alone with Judy. I told her there was nothing wrong with me. She said I had to have one to work there, and I should have one anyway." Megan quickly recounted what happened about eight hours before. How much did she want to tell Angie, Megan wondered?

"Mom's been after me to get one. Did you have to take off all your clothes?" Angie wanted to know.

Megan knew Angie would want all the details, but she wanted to tell her anyways. Being best friends, they told each other almost everything. "I could keep my panties on for a while, but the doctor took them off later."

"Did he check your boobs?"

"He checked everything!" Megan replied.

"Did he stick his finger up inside you?! Did it hurt?"

"Yes and no it didn't hurt, but I don't think I was ever so scared and nervous! With my legs spread apart, he rubbed some oil...," Megan hesitated before going on, "down there,...on my pussy." Megan wondered how the vagina came to be known as 'a pussy'. "It was warm, and it tingled. When he touched my clitoris it felt really weird I never felt anything like it in my whole life. He pulled the lips apart, and touched everything!"

"Did it feel good?" Angie asked excitedly, she could feel her pussy getting a little moist. 

"Sort of..., in a strange way, I...umm...I had... an orgasm." Megan said sheepishly.

"You what?!" Angie exclaimed loudly. 

She really wanted to hear everything, but her mom yelled up the steps. "Girls, the pizza is here."

Both girls were virgins. Angie's mom was always preaching to them not to make the same mistake she did. When they were at Megan's house, her mother would preach that they could only give their virginity to one person, and to make sure it was the right one. "If they love you, they will ask you out again, and again, and again. They will wait for you." She kept telling them.

Megan didn't tell Angie about the little kiss that Judy gave her while she was cleaning her up.

********

About the same time Megan was eating pizza, Jason and Judy were getting home. "Go take your shower; I'll start getting something for supper." Judy said to Jason. "I'm going to keep it simple." She opted to make some stir fry out of left over roast beef. 

"Umm smells good. Boy did that shower feel good." Jason remarked as he came in the room. He was dressed in kaki shorts, a loose fitting shirt, and no shoes.

"It was all that work you did, helping me at the office," Judy said with a grin

"That was anything but work, and if it was, it's the most pleasurable work I've done." Jason said, giving Judy a hug and a long lingering kiss.

"Don't light the fire now, or supper will get cold." Judy gave his firm butt a squeeze and sat down at the table. About halfway through the meal, the conversation turned to Megan.

"Megan's a pretty girl, with that big light brown ponytail; pretty, not glamorous like some girls try to be. Think she'll become a doctor like her dad?" Jason asked.

"She's smart and interested, I think she will. I hope she can hold off giving her cherry away too soon. It's going to be tough; Bob woke up a whole new aspect of her life. She was trying to suck his finger in as he was finishing his exam. How about cleaning up while I take my shower; then we can relax for the evening."

Judy enjoyed the warm water from the shower. It was running down the length her body, through her blond neatly trimmed pussy hair. The shower jell with aloe had a light fragrance of peach; it made her skin soft and desirable. After the relaxing shower, Judy pulled on soft lacy panties and a long tee shirt. 

Jason was sitting on the sofa with a glass of white wine watching a movie. "Here's a glass of wine, anything you want to watch?" Jason said watching her sit down beside him, thinking back to their afternoon fling.

When a commercial came on, Judy turned the TV off, and leaned into him, giving him a kiss just behind his ear. "That was fun earlier, but it was just hot sex. I needed that though. Now I want to make love with you." Emphasizing the words, with you. 

Judy's fingers unbuttoned his shirt and started caressing his taunt stomach. Her moist lips were lightly kissing the man she loved; her tongue was slowly dancing with his. Judy's hand slipped down and unsnapped his shorts while sliding off the couch. Kneeling on the floor, Jason's body stretched out before her. Her lips left his and trailed down his chest while she pulled his zipper down. 

"What's this?! Didn't put any undies on after your shower?" She was surprised and delighted when his hard dick popped into view. Not letting him answer, she enveloped the head inside her mouth, letting her tongue twirl in the tiny hole at the end. Her mouth slid down the thick shaft a few inches; locking her lips around it she slowly pulled her mouth back. Judy did this several more times with Jason's hands playing with her hair. He never pushed her to do more than she wanted to do.

Jason knew he was close when he lifted her head off his lap. "Better stop that and let me do a little bit of playing with you." He like being played with but he enjoyed toying with her more. Jason gently laid Judy down on the floor with a pillow under her head. Jason took a large pillow used for lounging on the floor and placed it under her butt; raising her hips high for what he was about to do. 

Jason kneeled between her legs; with his hands he slid the tee shirt up uncovering her firm breasts. Her nipples were begging to be kissed and softly sucked. Judy moaned when his lips squeezed a nipple between them. After sucking one breast for several moments Judy whispered, "The other one is going to get jealous." Jason was happy to make sure that didn't happen, moving to the neglected twin.

What Jason's wanted most was lower on her body. With Judy chest moving from deep breaths and her hips shifting, he knew it was time for him to journey down her belly. His hands made a slow retreat gently touching her soft skin. When his fingers reached into the elastic of her panties, he gave her belly button and the skin below it light kisses. His tongue was doing its magic.

Jason got the reaction he wanted when Judy's butt lifted up silently begging him to take her panties off. He was glad to oblige but did it slowly kissing skin as it was exposed to him. When the golden blond hair came into view, he finished removing them much faster. The beautiful woman he loved was naked before him.

His head dipped down and slowly licked up the crack of her pussy to her clit. With the big pillow under her butt Jason had unfettered access to Judy's spread legs. His lips sucked on the aroused clit while Judy's hips lifted for more. He move down two inches and drove his tongue deep into her love tunnel. Moans of contentment were coming from Judy, but two words escaped her mouth quite loudly, "Now,...now!"

Jason didn't need to be asked twice. Moving up; he slowly slipped into her waiting pussy. A few strokes were all it took for her to cum; she locked her arms around his butt and pulled tight. Judy's hips jerked up for every inch he could give. Another stroke and he joined her, shooting a load of hot semen deep inside her.

Several minutes later both had calmed down into a near sleep. Judy opened her eyes; looking at him, she contently said, "I love you. Let's go to bed. I want to cuddle with you all night."



Megan Ch. 03



In early March, one of the teachers in my department arranged to take the juniors and seniors on a field trip to go see a production of Hamlet in the city. I wasn't particularly excited about it- mostly because I had already seen the play a half dozens times, had finished the lesson on Shakespeare back in October, and to make matters worse, it was a two hour bus ride with the curtain not going up until 7pm; clearly, it was going to be a long, tedious day for everyone. I even tried to get out of it, but my department head, Ms. Lewis had growled, "Don't even think about it, Jack. You're going and you're going to like it."

The trip there was uneventful- particularly since Megan and I were on different busses. And once we arrived, the performance was pretty good, though the actress who played Ophelia hammed it up just a bit too much for my tastes. At the end of the play, many of the parents who came to the show on their own, or went into the city to have dinner during the play, volunteered to load their SUVs and Minivans to get the students home as quickly as possible. It was a clear violation of school policy, but none of the teachers objected; it was the practical thing to do, liability be damned.

As a result, just about half the kids were gone and they we were all exhausted. Many put on their earphones and cranked up the music, while others drifted off to sleep with their heads against the cold, wintery glass. Once we were moving, I found an empty seat in the back of my bus and did the same- I didn't sleep, but I did stare at the half melted, snow covered fields as we drove home. An hour later, we stopped for fuel and a bathroom break. I was fine, so I stayed on the bus, and after about 20 minutes, we were reloaded and moving again. I was lost in my own world, and was startled back to the present when Megan sat next to me. "Aren't you supposed to be on the other bus?" I quietly asked, elated, but nervous.

"Yes, but I got in a little trouble. Adam was getting a little too touchy with me, so Ms. Lewis made we switch," she explained in a low, hushed whisper in the darkness.

I was half hard already, and the bite of jealousy was starting to gnaw at me. "Well," I whispered evenly, "he should know better."

Megan's eyes locked on to mine. "I know. We were both being bad," she then paused, and said: "oh, by the way, I made myself more comfortable... like last time."

I didn't understand and said, "Pardon?"

"Remember the last time?" She asked, giving me a leading look. I glanced into her glowing green eyes, and then it dawned on me, and my mouth opened, but no words came out. "Yes. No panties. It feels so nice." She then openly looked down at my crotch. "Jesus- you love that, don't you?" I couldn't deny it. My cock was straining. She then brazenly whispered, "Do you fantasize about fucking my little pussy?"

I didn't know what to say, and was silent for a very long moment before answering. "You're just messing with me," I said, trying to readjust myself, but failing.

"I am not. Do you want me to prove it?" In the darkness, her green eyes seemed to be liquid and I couldn't pull my gaze away. "Well?" she asked, impatiently, and I nodded. Megan then took my hand and inched it up under her skirt, past the thigh high white stockings, and soon, my fingers were gently touching her bare skin. I slowed her down so that I could caress her inner thigh with my fingers. I was rewarded with a low, deep breath with the hint of a moan. My hand then continued, and my fingers were there, touching her bare, naked pussy.

"You're so wet," I whispered as I started to withdraw my hand.

"Don't," she hissed quietly. "Play with me; I've been imagining this all night," and so I did. I looked around to make sure we were alone, and then, with my middle and ring fingers, I slowly traced the length of her wet pussy, up and down. She was squirming a little and her legs opened wider. "Yessss...." She whispered. With my thumb, I found her clit and flitted over it, just barely making contact. Megan raised her hips a little trying to get a firmer touch. Another tiny whimper escaped and then her hand was rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. "You're big," she whispered. "I want you inside me." I knew she meant my cock, but that wasn't possible, so instead, I slid my long middle finger into her wetness, and curled it upwards to rub her clit, as I slowly fucked her tight pussy. "God..." she whispered.

"You feel so good," I said. Her mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, and I knew what to do. I then glanced around again to make sure we weren't being watched, and then I reached for her with my free hand and pulled her to me, and we kissed- her tongue went into my mouth, and I sucked on it for just a moment- each of us hungry for the other.

In that instant, her legs squeezed tight around my hand as she quietly bucked. She broke the kiss, put her nose against my neck and whispered: "I'm cumming," as both of her hands reached up and clutched me. I could feel the spasms, and it took a second for it to pass. "Wow," Megan said. "That was amazing." I then pulled my hand away, and even in the darkness, I could see her glistening wetness. "How do I taste?" she asked. In answer, I licked my fingers and smiled. After a few minutes, Megan leaned over and gave me a short, but deep kiss and then changed seats. "I don't want to get you in trouble," she whispered.

When I got home that night, I couldn't get Megan off my mind. I wanted her; she was like a drug that had given me an unfathomable, ecstatic high that was unrealistic and doomed; and yet: that was exactly what I wanted. By morning, however, reality had set in and cut through the fog of my rationalizations. I had just fooled around with a student, and dark scenarios of me being fired (or worse!) began to play through my head. I couldn't take back what had happened, but it was now time for damage control. I had to stop the madness before it went any further.

To do this then, I started to go to the teacher's lounge during my free periods and made it a policy to not be alone in my classroom. I continued to see Megan in class, but both of us acted as if nothing had happened, which in retrospect seems weird. I suppose we both compartmentalized our relationship. Outsiders (as far as I could tell) never suspected a thing.



Megan Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - AT HOME

She was huge in any context, but inside my tiny narrow hallway she was absolutely massive, She was actually too wide to fit properly, and I could actually feel her footsteps shaking the floor. I wonder what my neighbours thought of 560 pounds of woman striking their ceiling in 6" heels. To accentuate her size she lazily stretched placing her palms on the almost 9 feet tall hallway... I probably never felt as small as at that moment. 

I suggested Megan to take a shower to warm up from the rain, and offered her to go first.... I made way towards the bathroom to show her where the shower was, and how the hot and cold water worked. She followed again barely passing through the door.. on the way she removed her jacket.. And while I was facing the shower I could hear the bathroom door being locked behind us...

"Wouldn't want anyone invading our privacy.. now would we.." she said I turned around to see her removing the giant white shirt and throwing it over me covering me almost to the floor.. While I was trying to find my way out of the shirt she came so close I could feel her body heat. 

"Would you be a dear and help me with this dress.." she said and turned her perfectly formed tush towards me..

"It's so hard to reach and find the zipper behind me, and you seem much closer in height to it." 

With shaky hands I unzipped the dress, I had to use quite a bit of force to peal it of her ass.. but when I tried pulling it further she made her thighs grow just a bit making it impossible to go further.

"What's the matter Joey.. can't take a dress of a girl.. maybe I should help you...."

"Ehm.. yes please.."

She relaxed her thighs, letting me pull the dress few inches and then tightened her thighs again trapping my fingers inside the dress hem... 

"Oh my.. I just can't seem to get them to listen to me.. they like you sooo much they just wan't to grow big for you.." her thighs slowly expanded again ripping the dress into pieces releasing my fingers.

"And now for this bra, there are just sooo many hooks, Could you help me with that little problem as well" she said pressing her mountainous ass into my chest. 

Her bra had over ten hooks, and every single one of them was a hard to unhook. Her breasts were really heavy... I had to use all the strength I had, it was extra difficult because I had to hold my arms above my head.. Seeing that I was already really struggling halfway Megan crouched to help me... it was still a struggle but I succeed. On the last two hooks I had extra help from Megan who pressed her breasts against her chest making it much easier to unhook the rest. 

She was now slowly turning around on her knees, still holding her bra against her breasts. 

"Why thank you joey. That was so nice of you." In this position her face was lower than mine.. That was about to change as she was slowly rising...but she then changed her mind and crouched back.

"I think someone deserves a thank you kiss.." She said gently planting her lips over mine, and started rising again bending my head back. Her tongue slowly inched it's way into my mouth sensually filling it playing with my own tongue. Soon her face was directly above mine and was going further away directly above. 

Megan dropped her bra on the floor, and as she was standing up straight, her full breasts connected with my neck and chin soon surrounding my entire head while I was still looking at her face mesmerized. When her breasts heavily flopped over my shoulders, I noticed I was surrounded by breast flesh but at that moment, Megan suddenly pressed her breasts together with her arms trapping my head inside... All the sounds were muffled and I was in complete darkness, my head was covered from shoulders to the top of my face. I could feel her thighs clamping around the lower part of my body...

Megan was giggling... "Oh my Joey where are you.. your head dissapeared between my boobs.....hmm.. let me find you..." Suddenly her tongue found it's way to my mouth filling it and gagging me, sensing my spasm she pulled back a bit filling my mouth with it pushing my own tiny tongue around like a school yard bully. Good god how long was this thing, That tongue had to reach from her mouth to her breasts and then through them all the way to my tiny throat, and still it wan't at an end. She could easily kill me right now just by pushing her tongue a little deeper choking me.

I had a sudden surge of panic and then the breast walls opened letting in some air and light. 

"Mhmm.. oh even your head is smaller than my boobs.."

Her blue eyes were mere slits, her breathing was shallow and fast, she was completely lost in lust. Her plump red lips descended onto mine her tongue overfilling my mouth mashing my own tongue, pushing it more violently, hungrily like it could fight back. 

She used one arm to hold her breasts together around my head and her other hand was firmly pressing my tiny body against her monstrous abs. Her thighs released my body and I could feel my feet leaving the floor Megan's powerful legs propelling both of us against the wall. Her hands were buried into the wall from the force, and I was now being crushed between her massive body and the wall. 

I was fighting for air using every opportunity I found to catch a breath until Megan took a sudden sharp breath in while kissing me and accidentally sucking all the air from my lungs causing me to faint....

I woke up to a massive hand connecting with my face, and before I could protest SLAM, another slap, Megan was trying to wake me up, but her hands were so big she might accidentally dislocate my jaw in the process..

"Megan.. I'm awake.." 

She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding me in her hands.

"Oh I was so worried, you scared me.. I'm sorry I will try harder to let you breathe, It's just that you are making me so horny I have trouble controlling myself. Every time I hug you I want to just press your body against mine with all my might, and I can feel how fragile your bones are and how easily I could break you..." 

"Looking at your tiny body makes me so horny.. I cannot help myself...I just want to press that tiny body of yours against myself. Here tiny, feel how wet I am for you, my entire body is trembling for your touch" her eyes mere slits, lost in lust she placed my hand in her panties, she was scalding hot and her panties were completely drenched. 

As soon as my hand touched her, she moaned, her whole body trembled and she ripped her panties away with one casual motion, and brought them to my face...

"Can you smell that Joey, that's all for you. Ohh.. Please Joey..make me feel good.. Please kiss me down there. No one has ever kissed me down 

there." Her other hand was now gently encircling my head and slowly but unyieldingly guiding it to her snatch. Overpowered by her scent I let her 

guide me to my knees. 

"Oh honey please kiss me, I want you sooo bad.." Her pussy was already gushing with her love juices, I played with her clitoris, Her entire body shook in response to my every touch. Her hand was not gentle any more, it pressed my head against her, hard. I had to suck for my life.. because I knew no breath would come for me until she came. Her thighs gently closed around my head blocking out all the sound, and I could actually hear the blood rushing through her legs, massive veins and arteries supplying those bigger than life muscles. 

Suddenly her hand pushed my head down to the floor, I looked up to see her hand frantically working her clit and suddenly her thighs closed with a deafening clap as walls of muscle clashed into each other like waves. 

This continued with each wave of her orgasm. I curled near the bathtub and all I could see were two massive legs extending over my head like a living roof growing and pulsing with ferocious power.

Her hands grabbed onto the bathtub edge, her deadly grip digging into the concrete and bending the thin steel plate behind it upwards. All the while roaring a deafening orgasmic roar of pleasure, a lion would sound like a kitty next to her, the entire building could probably hear her. In her last wave of pleasure she got up, turned towards me and put her hands on the ceiling pushing with the last mighty orgasmic roar. The ceiling gave way her hands digging into it, tiles under her heels cracked. All the muscles on her body tense and pulsing, sweat mixed in with the plaster dust from the roof, her body was absolutely incredible, a massive mountain of muscles ranging from the floor to the almost 9 feet tall ceiling. Her face red with effort, muscles at their biggest still spasming at random, her eyes turned towards me. 

It was probably one of the scariest moments in my life.. my survival instincts literally took over my head and I quickly crawled by her legs to the bathroom door, which was locked. Before I could even try to open it I could hear her laughing behind me.. 

I turned around and fell, my back against the bathroom door. The monster smiled at me, she let me run away from her, I was her little toy now, and she was really enjoying dominating and playing with me. 

"Where are you going Joey," 

CLICK.

She made a step forward her heels sexily clicking on the bathroom floor, Megan let her humongous thigh shake with the step for a moment and then 

tightly clenched it into control making it balloon with muscle. 

CRACK..the tile gave way to her power... 

She placed a bottle of shampoo between her breasts, and brought them together with her hands, just like they were with my head inside... slowly applying pressure..

"I want something of yours in here and she looks at her cleavage..."

CLICK, CRACK.

Her tongue slowly crawling towards her cleavage, longer than I though it 

possible... 

CLICK, CRACK.

"I wan't to play with it, crush it with my breasts..."

Her forearms huge, mashing her breasts together, and her tongue sliding inside her cleavage like a snake, and coming out again, in a tit fucking simulating motion. 

"Why won't you let me play with you tiny..."

CLICK, CRACK

Her huge shadow passes over me as her massive body blocks the light. 

"I promise I'll be gentle with you, I won't break more than a few.. bones.."

CLICK, CRACK...

Her massive foot landing between my legs right next to my now surprisingly still huge erection, her powerful body looming high above me, her head obscured by her massive breasts.

"Do you need help with those doors tiny..."

I can see her hand grab the knob and with a sexy grunt and twist of her hips push the whole thing through, ripping the door and door frame in the process Here you go little one. she says with a wide smile as I fall to my back on the floor. 

"But are you certain you really want to leave.." she says placing one giant heeled shoe on my chest. She could probably cave my chest in just by resting her weight on me.. I felt like an ant..

"When I can make you feel gooood..." she bends over so I can see her breasts.. her forearms growing massive pressing them together, the shapmpoo shooting out of the bottle hitting her chin and spilling over her breasts... "reeaally good" another spurt of shampoo.. and another and another.. she uses her finger to rub the shampoo over her breasts 

absently... 

This was all together too much for me and I fainted again...



Megan Ch. 04



Work was going good for Megan; she was given more responsible jobs as she became more familiar with the work. She was surprised with all the record keeping and the paper work needed for insurance payments. Cleaning and disinfecting was a constant on going job. The staff was great; she was becoming friends with all of them. 

Dr. Jill was a young physician, only two years out of med school. Her last name was Hutchinson, but was only known as Dr. Jill. She was given most of the younger patients; the girls really liked her. 

Kim was another nurse; she was in her mid forty's. Kim started working there after the doctor she was working for retired. Everyone in the office looked to her for advice and wisdom because of her experience.

George was a physician's assistant who worked there four years. He did the routine physicals and minor medical problems, working and consulting with Dr. Walker and Dr. Jill.

Three office workers rounded out the staff, Barb, Mary, and Jenny. They did billing, record keeping, and a lot of other jobs that needed done.

Megan passed Judy in one of the corridors and asked, "Judy, can I talk with you sometime?"

"Sure, how about now? We can go in Dr. Walker's room, he's not seeing anyone."

Going into this room always brought back the memory of her exam four days before. It's what she wanted to talk about. "I'm not sure how to start, but it's about the exam I had. I never felt anything like that before." Megan spurted out in a low embarrassed voice.

Judy was wondering when, or if Megan would talk about this with her. "Ahh, felt pretty good didn't it?" Judy said with grinning smile.

"Yep, it sure did, strange, but kind of neat." Megan said with a sheepish smile and quiet voice.

"It's your body waking up. You're becoming a woman; leaving the teenage girl that came here behind. What do you know about masturbation?" Judy asked bluntly.

"Almost nothing, I've heard others girls talk about it. I was too scared and didn't want to act stupid asking questions." Megan said, starting to feel more comfortable talking to Judy.

"Jump up and lie down on the table, and I'll show you some things about your body."

Megan did as she was told. Judy hooked her fingers into the elastic band of her pants, and started to pull them down, catching Megan by surprise. "What are you doing!?"

"I said I was going to 'show you some things about your body.' Can't do that with these on dummy; you'll have to trust me on this. Just lie back, relax, and enjoy"

Megan had a hard time making her body relax even a little; she was curious where this was going but, also a little scared and apprehensive. Her pants got stuck on her shoes but Judy slipped them off. Her slacks quickly followed the shoes to the floor. Megan started to turn red; laying there in her yellow panties decorated with three hummingbirds. One was right on the crotch.

"Don't be embarrassed, I've got the same thing between my legs, as millions of other girls." Slipping her fingers into her panties, Judy started pulling them down; without thinking Megan lifted her small butt to make it easier. Judy was enjoying what she was doing and knew Megan would be soon. 

"I'm not a lesbian, I love Jason and his body, but a woman once showed me how good a woman's touch can be." Judy said, but wondered if she might be a little bi though. She didn't really think so. Judy wondered if she was in denial, because she was getting turned on pulling Megan's panties off. Again Judy couldn't resist looking and admiring Megan's 'innocent' pussy. 

Megan's pussy started becoming moist wondering what was happening. 'What was Judy going to do' Megan wondered? This was all new to her, but her body knew something was going to happen. "Put your feet in here." Judy said softly, lifting a foot into the cushioned stirrup. The end of the table was then dropped down.

Seeing the moisture between her legs, Judy remarked with a little bit of sarcasm and a slight giggle, "Somebody's starting to get turned on already." She then thought, 'Two people are.' "I'll use a little of the doctor's oil on this pretty little pussy." Judy's finger was already dipped into the oil. The oil was being developed to help with gynecological exams. Judy slowly and lightly traced her finger up Megan's slit to her clitoris.

Megan gasped! As during her physical, her butt reacted by lifting up off the table, trying to prolong the contact. "This general area here," Judy said, trying to be serious, palming the whole area between her legs, "Is best known, by both males and females, as your 'pussy'! Why, I don't know. Right here at the top," Judy's finger slowly traveled up the crack again, "Is the clitoris, better known as your clit." Judy's finger was making slow circles around it. "Some are hidden in a hood of skin, that can be pulled back, and others like yours, pops out when it gets excited." 

Judy's oiled finger continued rubbing it as she was talking. "A lot of nerve endings are close to the surface, and it really excites, turns your body on, doesn't it?" Megan was listening, but could not answer; Judy knew the answer by the way the girls body was twitching. Megan's hips lifted as high they could; trying to keep Judy fingers at that most sensitive spot.

Megan was a little disappointed when her fingers moved down. Judy said, "This is the opening leading to your uterus." Her index finger started moving slowly up into the small hole, when it came to her hymen, she pulled back a little.

Judy got the reaction she was hoping for. Megan, her eyes rolled up, looking like she was in another world. She bucked on her finger when Judy bent her finger upward and found her G-spot. Judy rubbed it gently for a few seconds, "This is the elusive G-spot; most men have trouble finding it, especially with their penis. Most often called a 'dick'." Megan was close to the second climax of her life. She was withering and lifting her hips, trying to get more as Judy teased her. Moans and other sounds were escaping from her mouth, she was breathing faster, and now her eyes were closed. 

"Let it happen, just leave yourself go. Leave your body do its thing." Megan heard her thoughts saying but it was Judy whispering. Megan's whole body was shaking. "Enjoy it. Lift your hips. Let those 'moans' come out." Judy fingered Megan's pussy slowly but harder. Judy's thumb was rubbing Megan's clit the whole time during her orgasm.

When Megan breathing slowed, and she stopped wiggling around on the table. Judy said in a low soft voice,"Give me your hand." At this point in time Megan would have almost done anything Judy asked. She guided the hand down between Megan's legs. Megan's first reaction was to pull away but, Judy was not going to let that happen. "No!" Judy said sternly. "This is your body, don't be scared of it. Let your fingers explore it," she said in a much softer voice. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Most women do it! Your own touch won't excite you as much because you're use to it, but it still feel pretty good when you know how and where to touch." Judy was speaking so softly.

Megan was quickly closing in on another orgasm when she heard Judy whisper, "I want you to experience this." She gently lifted Megan's hand off her pussy, and at the same time replaced it with her tongue. The fireworks went off almost instantly in Megan. Judy's tongue started doing long slow licks up Megan's pussy lips and making little circles around her clit. Her lips closed around her clit and gave it a gentle tug. Megan's body tightened as the sensations flowed through her body. A mixture of sounds was coming from her wide opened mouth.

The young teenager was cumming for the second time in five minutes.

Judy stopped teasing Megan's clit, wondering if she was falling for the young woman. Judy watched silently as Megan slowly quit wiggling and opened her eyes. Megan looked exhausted. "Wow Megan! You have a sensual body. You get going fast and hard. I think that's enough for today. Tonight when you take a shower explore yourself. Find out what feels good. Don't put a dildo or a vibrator up your pussy, you might bust your hymen, and you have only one." 

Judy was surprised when Megan sat up, and wrapped her arms tightly around her. "I'm so, so, glad I met you Judy!" Megan exclaimed. Megan held on for a long hug, resting her head on Judy's breasts, she felt totally exhausted, but so relaxed. "Thank you!"

"We'll talk more later but, let's get you dressed and composed. We don't want everyone in the office talking about us." 



Megan Ch. 04



At the end of March- right before spring break- there was a note in my box. It was from Megan's mother, and understandably, I was worried. She wanted to meet and discuss some "issues concerning Megan." There was no indication that anything was amiss. Still though- I had nightmarish images of me walking into the conference, and being ambushed by an angry parent and administrators. My fears though, were unfounded. 

"Mr. Williams," Megan's mom said warmly as she glided into my room, "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you." She was a pretty woman in her own right; in her late 40s and slender with auburn hair. "You are Megan's favorite teacher." I shyly smiled, and then we talked about Megan's progress and the several acceptance letters she'd already gotten for college. "That's why I wanted to talk to you," Megan's mom said. "Megan has applied for several scholarships, and I was hoping that you could help tailor her essays."

"I don't think that's necessary," I said, meaning it. "Megan is a gifted writer; I have no doubt that she'll do an amazing job."

At that moment, Megan joined us. "Please, Mr. Williams?" the girl said sweetly. "I really need your help. I want to go out of state, and that won't happen if I can't win at least one of these awards."

"Mr. Williams," Megan's mother followed up, "I will pay you whatever you ask. If you can just help her for a day or two during the break next week, that would mean the world to me. Our thought is that if we can make Megan's work stand out, then that will help her break out of the pack."

I was resolved to say no, but then I made the mistake of looking into Megan's sexy, green eyes. "All right," I said, trying to sound neutral. And then, to Megan: "Email me your topics and what you've written and I'll make corrections and comments. If you'd like to meet, we could probably do it at the Westside Library off of 39th and Main."

Megan looked disappointed and to my surprise, Megan's mom said, "Don't be ridiculous. You'll come to my house." I was going to protest, but then I looked at Megan and saw that unmistakable, naughty twinkle of hers. The temptation was too much.

"Ok," I said. "I'll see you next week."

The following Monday, I found the house. It was in an expensive neighborhood, with tall trees that were starting to turn green after the winter. I arrived at 10am, knocked, and Megan opened the door. "Thank you so much," she said, and gave me a hug that was a little awkward; neither of us, I suspect, was exactly sure of how this was going to play out. She was dressed in faded jeans and a sky blue sweater. I half expected her to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom, but that didn't happen. Instead, we went to the large kitchen table, and to my slight disappointment, we got to work by outlining her first essay and figuring out the hook she'd use to interest her readers.

After about 30 minutes, it occurred to me that we were alone. As I watched Megan re-read her opening for the third time, I stood and got some coffee. When I came back, I paused and just looked at Megan: she was graceful and beautiful and sexy and I wanted her. I then moved behind the girl and began to rub her shoulders. "That feels nice," she purred. I then worked my hands up and caressed the back of her neck. Megan then reached up and rubbed my arms as I slowly touched her smooth, porcelain skin.

"You should take off your sweater," I said quietly. "I can't feel you through it." My hands were back on her shoulders and slowly moving down.

"Stop it," she whispered. "You're making me wet." In answer, I leaned down and softly kissed her neck and then her ear, and she moaned. "Stop," she said. "We have to work."

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

In answer, she let her hand trail down to my rigid, straining cock, and said, "Yes. Unfortunately." But before I could be disappointed, she added, "Don't worry though; we'll play in a little while."

At noon, the outlining was all but finished, and so we took a break. Megan excused herself as I sat at the table, drank coffee and scanned her work one more time. When Megan returned, she stood behind me the way I had stood behind her. I noticed that she had changed and was wearing silver athletic shorts and a small, pink t-shirt with "Baby" emblazoned across her chest. When she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck, I could tell that she had taken off her bra. I turned slightly and could see that her nipples were hard. "God" I breathed. "You are so sexy..."

"I've been so horny just imagining you coming over here," she whispered. I then reached for her and touched her pussy through her shorts, and Megan rewarded me with a low, throaty moan. "That feels so good..." I turned my chair a little to face her, and her response was to straddle me. My straining cock and her wet pussy were separated by just a few thin pieces of cloth. I then reached up with both hands, held her face and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined, and then she was gently biting my lip as we rhythmically grinded together. After about two minutes, Megan broke the kiss. "I want to give you a lap dance," she whispered, and then kissed me again, long and deep. Megan then stood. "Don't move."

She was only gone for about 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. I had no idea what Megan was doing, but I wanted to see. I fought the urge though, and waited. When she returned, Megan looked amazing. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress that barely covered her ass. It also had little cuts all over it. There was one, for instance, just below her hard left nipple, and a thin, long one that showed her belly button and stopped just above her pussy. "This is my mom's," she said. "I've been dying to try it on. I call it the 'swiss cheese dress.' How does it look?"

"Amazing," I said. "Come here." And so she did. She straddled me again, and my balls were starting to ache. We then kissed again, and the right strap of the dress fell down. With my left hand, I gently pulled the material down over the swell of her breast, and I was rewarded with her large, perfectly shaped bosom. They were full and heavy, with erect, pale, pink nipples about the size of a quarter. I tilted my head down and started to kiss and suck and lightly bite those hard little nubs, circling the tip with my tongue.

"Touch my pussy," she breathed. I reached down, expecting to find panties, but to my extreme pleasure and excitement, she had none. I looked at her, and in answer Megan whispered, "You never wear panties with a dress like this and I know that's what you like." She was right. I then traced the outline of her lips, and she was dripping.

After a moment, I took my lips from her right nipple and rasped, "I have to have you."

In answer, Megan lifted her hips and said, "Pull it out. Hurry." I reached down and unzipped my trousers and freed myself. My tool sprang out, long and proud. Megan said nothing. She re-straddled me and rubbed her hot, wetness against the underside of my cock. "I'm going to cum," she breathed hotly, as she kissed me. I answered with a moan as she picked up the pace, teasing us both by holding my cock and firmly rubbing the tip against her sexy, smooth lips. "Do you want to fuck me, baby?" She asked. I moaned and she laughed a little and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought." Megan then guided my cock into her tight, little pussy as I hungrily kissed her neck. "Yessss..." she hissed as we slowly worked it in.

I did my best to hold back, but after six long strokes, I couldn't. "I'm cumming..." I whispered. Megan didn't say anything; her answered was to quickly bounce up and down and fuck me harder. I could feel the spasms as she contracted around my cock and I could feel her shiver as I exploded, deep inside of her. I moaned, deep and guttural, unable to contain myself.

"I'm cumming too..." she said in an exhale. "Oh God, your cock feels so good." She then slumped and buried her face in the nape of my neck and squeezed me tight. "Don't let go of me," she whispered, barely audible. In answer, I reached down with both hands, cupping her firm, tight bottom and pulled her into me even tighter with my still hard cock inside of her. That could very well have been the most exquisite moment of my entire life, and I lost track of time. 

And then it was 2pm, and I had to go. The evidence of what we had done was on my pants, and we both smelled of sex. Megan then changed into a t-shirt and shorts (with a bra this time), and gave me a long kiss. "Tomorrow, right?" she asked. Her hand was rubbing my cock, and I was hard again. We both knew she didn't need my help in finishing those essays, but I said, "Of course," and hurried to my truck and drove home.



Megan Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

When I woke up I was lying in my bed, Megan was kneeling right beside me with a crushed look on her face, her hand resting on my chest. 

"Oh, I'm sorry Joey, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just playing with you a bit. You know I would never hurt you. I'm so sorry I didn't realize I could scare you so much when I made my muscles grow, I thought you really like them, and I got carried away trying to be sexy for you. I promise I will never show them to you again, and... and I can leave right away if you want me to."

Although I was scared literally out of my mind a few minutes ago, one look at her deep blue eyes, and her marvellous body was enough to make me ready to beg her to stay.

"No Megan, don't go anywhere, it's OK. I don't really know what came over me again, please don't leave. I have never met a girl like you before. I really like your muscles and I know you wouldn't hurt me intentionally. But, you are very big, and very, very strong, and I was afraid that you might hurt me by accident. But I really love your body, and your muscles. They are so amazing," I say, my hand now caressing her massive arm feeling the power within and remembering how easily she destroyed the door, or the bathtub. 

"Oh, I love you soo much, I've never had anyone who liked my muscles so much. Most guys would say they like it and then run away when they saw how strong I really am. And you know I really tried hard not to hurt you. And I've never had an orgasm like that. No one has ever kissed me like that. No one. It was as powerful as the ones I've had during the growth spurts. And I pushed you away so as not to break anything, so I was careful." 

"I know, Megan, thank you."

"And I want you to know that no one has ever made me feel what you did. I feel so safe with you. Like I can really be myself. And I can let my body and muscles be free with you. So I... well, I never actually. I would like you to be my first. Well, if you want to that is.... 

"First what?" I asked, still groggy. "Wait, you mean... you never... ohhh." Realisation was coming a bit slow, I shut my mouth quickly. 

"Well, it's because you see, after that incident I was afraid of hurting someone and there was also..." she was turning red and trying to explain.

"Megan, stop. You don't need to explain, it's perfectly normal. You don't need to be ashamed. I would love to make love to you." 

"Oh, I love you soo much Joey, but I know so little. I practised with well, you know vegetables... well, not only how not to break a boy but also how to please you. And I would love to please you. I want to make you feel good also. But I...." 

"Megan, slow down," I said standing up next to her, placing my tiny hand on her shoulder. "It's OK, don't be ashamed it's perfectly normal I will do my best to show you what I know, don't worry." 

"And you will be gentle with me Joey, please. I want my first time to be nice. Promise you won't hurt me." And saying that, she stood up to her full height. She was still naked as she had been in the bathroom a few minutes before, her massive powerful body towering over me in every way possible. Her hands were slightly shaking, hair on her body rising due to her nervousness. 

I gently took her hand and pulled her in closer. This brought her breasts high over my head. She was still in her stilettos. Hmm. This might need a different approach. I stepped onto the bed behind me and again pulled her in closer. 

I was now slightly higher than her breasts, the idea was to kiss her but seeing as this goal was about a foot higher still, I took one of her heavy breasts in two hands and started gently caressing and kissing it. My hands looked so tiny on her massive mammaries. I remembered how my entire head was trapped inside those things. Her nipples were dark red, about an inch long, thick as my thumb, and fully erect. 

Megan tried pressing my head against her breast but I moved out of the way, kissing the other breast. They were incredible. Each over 20 pounds of breast-flesh easily overflowing both of my hands. Megan was less forceful this time, almost obedient, following my instructions. I stepped down from the bed, kissing her belly, feeling the massive abdominal muscles underneath the silky skin. Teasingly passing over her pussy, and kissing the large fat lips, I moved to her thighs. 

Her breathing was now already shallow, her hand again reached for my head and I had to duck. I gently guided her to sit down on the bed, watching the heavy wooden frame bend and groan beneath her. Luckily I had a really big bed, with a thick wooden frame. 

I am again on my knees between her gigantic thighs. This time they are just silently waiting, pulsing with power. I let my hands roam their expanse one by one, kissing and licking each in turn. Her massive muscles gladly respond by gently tugging my head with every pulse. 

By now my erection is absolutely massive, and I can see that Megan's breathing is very shallow, barely controlling herself from raping me. I kiss her pussy, suck her sensitive parts enough to make sure she is ready, and stand up on the bed rubbing the tip of my 14" tool against her clit. 

Her deep blue innocent eyes lock onto mine. "Take me Joey, take me. Put that monster into my pussy." 

I pushed the great head inside slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She was very tight, and I tried going really slow, gaining depth inch by inch. I expected to hit a dead end, as I normally would but it never came. I finally buried my penis all the way and began to slowly thrust. 

Megan was lost. With only the third thrust, her body exploded in orgasm. She pressed my tiny body against her massive frame, forcing my head between her breasts, roaring with pleasure, her hands bruising my back, and her thighs crushing my hips. It hurt, but I knew she was still careful since nothing was broken.

"Ohhhhh, fuuuck, that was good. I love that monster of yours, little man. No way can a vegetable replace a real one. Fuck me little man. Harder, I want you to fuck my brains out," she said still holding my body mashed to hers. Not letting me go for a second, Megan grabbed me with one of her big strong hands and started pumping my penis into her pussy. It was like a furnace, threatening to melt my dick with her heat. She came several times before she was ready to let go. 

I had once joked with an ex-girlfriend that if I ever found a girl that could take my entire length I would have to run back and forward instead of thrusting because of the size. But never could I imagine a girl that could use me as a dildo. 

That must have been a strange sight. One massive Megan's arm keeping my head buried in her cleavage and the other furiously pumping away with my lower body slamming it into her pussy with wet slapping sounds. She came so many times my lower legs were drenched in her love juices. After the third orgasm she stood up still holding and pumping me like my entire body weight was of no importance to her and then she dropped me to the bed. 

"I love you Joey, I love you. I want you to take me from the back. I want to come without fear of crushing your body. I want you to fuck me into the best orgasm I ever had, and I want to let my body loose."

She went down with her knees on the floor, her massive ass invitingly towards me, and arched her back making her ass even wider. In this position, I was a few inches higher positioned but the size of penis made up for it, and I guided her to arch her back even more. I was standing between her huge calves approaching a wall of thigh muscles ending in a huge round mound of ass with her moist steaming pussy sticking out almost vertically and her back arched all the way to the floor spreading her breasts on both sides. It was strange being in such a dominating position over such a monstrous creature. But I took my opportunity and began pounding away at her ass, slamming into it as hard as I could. 

I tried slapping her ass but it was too big for me to give a proper shake. She seemed to like the idea though, and slapped herself with monstrous power making the spot red and causing a wave of flesh that almost shook me off. I swear one slap like that could break me. 

Soon she started pushing back and after a few thrusts she steadied me with one hand, pressing me deep between her ass cheeks and rubbing me against her body not taking me out until she exploded in orgasm, every single part of her growing more monstrously massive, her muscles exploding in power, thighs crashing into each other. Even her pussy contracted on my penis, I would have also come in that moment if her pussy did not clamp so tightly on my organ.

Her shaking continued for a few moments and finally subsided. Her body also contracted to her normal less threatening merely massive size. She slid off my penis and turned around with a blessed look on her face. 

"I love you, Joey. And I think it's your turn now. I have never had an orgasm like that or that many of them. I love that little monster of yours," and her hand starts tugging my still painfully erect 14" penis. "I bet this little fellow really wants a release."

And her fat red lips connect with the tip, slowly slipping the whole great head into her mouth, and her tongue slowly extends down the length of my monster reaching more than half way, then followed by her mouth. But, after a few inches, she gags and pulls away. 

"Mhmm, it really is quite big. I think you were built just for me, little Joey. I've never done this to a real one before. I've read about it and practised, but I never thought I'd have one as big as yours to practice on. Aunty always told me that practising with zucchinis was useless because no man is that well equipped. And here you are, little Joey, built just for me, bigger in length and girth than any zucchini I have ever tried. But imagine what I could do to it with some practice. I guess you haven't had even the head inside a girl's mouth in a while."

She was right; very few girls could take even the head in. 

Her mouth started bobbing on top of my head sucking like a vacuum, licking the entire length wrapping her tongue around. Then, she used it to slap her face. As huge as she was, my penis was the only thing that could in any way compare to her. And seeing her slap herself, and then wrap her tongue around it, almost made me cum. But she saw me grunt and pressed hard at the base of the organ. 

"Mhm-mmm. No cumming for you just yet. I promise I have something even better for you. I like this neat little trick, I read about that as well. I can keep you from cumming as long as I can squeeze you hard here. And it really works."

And she continued licking, sucking and kissing my penis, squeezing the root every few seconds to stop me from cumming. After a while, she applied a copious amount of saliva and looked at the penis proudly.

"It's time," she said, and surrounded it with 40 pounds of breast flesh. 

"Mhmm. I never though I'd have a big enough penis to do this to. I love it." Her lips wrap around the tip again while she traps my penis powerfully in the breast prison with her arms. With her breasts mightily tit fucking me, and her mouth sucking strongly, I was seconds away from cumming and, before either of us could react, I came so violently that I filled her mouth with cum and she had to let go of the head. Semen was coming out of her mouth hitting her face, chin and spilling over her massive breasts still surrounding my penis. I had never before come so much at once. By the time I was done, her breasts were all sticky and covered with cum. She absently licked her breasts and the tip of my cock, lightly stroking it with her breasts, while I was still spasming from the orgasm. 

"Mhmmmm. I love that thing and I think it really likes me. Wait... what's happening? Why is it shrinking? Did I hurt it?? I though I was making it feel good."

Maintaining a 14" erection for this long, and being raped by a giant teen Amazon was too much for me, and as soon as my hormone levels went down with the orgasm, an unyielding drowsiness overtook me. 

"No, Megan it's OK. I'm jus.. tir...tird... sleepy. Can't any more...."

"Oh, but I wanted to play with it more. Oh well, I guess I can give you a rest. A short rest. You sleep and I'm going for a shower to wash all this mess of myself," she said laying me into the bed.

When I awoke it was already dark. I guess the heating was on since it was brutally hot in the bed, my head was resting on something soft, and something really heavy was on me. Then the evening came back to me and I figured out where I was.

I was in my bed sleeping on a massive breast while another one was pressing into the top of my head. Megan, the giant teenage Amazon, was sleeping behind me, her colossal thigh, easily weighing over a hundred pounds, was casually covering my body, one arm hugging me closely, the hand firmly holding my currently flaccid penis. And there was no heating; Megan's body was melting hot because of her muscles; her metabolism must be in constant overdrive. 

One of my arms was trapped under her breast, and the other was placed over her thigh. I remembered how relentless she was a few hours back, if she wakes up again I'm fucked. I'm still tired and hurt all over. I couldn't go for another marathon. 

But my body disagreed. Feeling my situation, my heartbeat sped up and my flaccid penis was growing in Megan's hand. I watched in horror as it slowly spread her fingers pulsing, growing. And I heard her stir behind me moaning quietly, the grip on my penis becoming aware, stronger. 

"Mhmmm, you're awake; him as well. Finally."

Her leg now awake, pulling me in closer to her body, her hand playing with my already fully erect penis, and I can feel one breast being dragged over my head and her endlessly long tongue massaging my ear lobe. If I was hot before, being pulled in to her middle was scalding.

She turns me onto my back and forces her tongue into my mouth, passing over my penis with her leg. "I want more, Joey; I want to make love. I have never felt so good before in my life."

"Megan, I... I can't; I'm too tired. There's no way I can keep up with you. Maybe tomorrow." 

"No! I want to make love now. Besides, don't worry if you're tired, I'll do all the work. You just lay back and relax." 

And she slips her massive towering frame over my body, trapping me between tree trunk-thick thighs. Her now untied hair drops over her muscular shoulder all the way to my tiny trapped body, one of her arms pinning both of my rebelling hands above my head. Her breasts sexily dangling above my face, she uses them to drown out my protests, guides my raging erection into her scalding hot pussy, and proceeds to rest her weight on me. In panic I try screaming but all I get is a mouthful of breast flesh. 

"Don't worry little one, I'm careful with my tiny lover. I want you to last a long long time for me."

In the begging she works her way along the shaft slowly, then picking up speed. The bed is protesting louder and louder until finally with a loud creak and a heavy landing from Megan it collapses to the floor. Not stopping for a second she extends her massive body in a sitting position letting me admire the view of her enormous breasts sloshing together high above me out of reach, and her long thick blond hair cascading all around us. Again, I am close to orgasm. She grinds me into the mattress with her hips moving my entire body back and forward with her powerful pelvis. Her hands follow the contour of her body and pull her hair together high above as she screams in orgasm again, her thighs crushingly close around my torso painfully pressing me into the bed. 

Her body then collapsed on top of mine, this time resting her full weight. "Ohh little one, I love you soo much. I promise I will fuck you till you cannot move. I love your dick so much I will fuck your brains out. And there is nothing you can do to stop me."

With that sentence she continued to ride me preventing my orgasms for another hour. Laying her weight on top of me and pounding me with her massive hips, going up and down on my big throbbing pole, or just grinding me into the mattress crushing my chest with her massive hands, her breasts bouncing into each other way above me or on top of my face. All the while passionately painfully crushing me with her thighs until she finally lets me explode all over her. I spurted over her breasts, abs, thighs even all the way up to her face.

She licked her breasts with that endless tongue. Ohh, and then she moved to my limp prick licking its entirety, sending shivers up my body, sucking it, all the while fingering her clitoris.

But I was spent, hardly able to talk again.

"Ohh, mmhh. Come here, little one." And she pulled my head into her crotch between her thigh monsters, playfully squeezing me and rubbing my face against her pussy. 

"Ohh, I love your face down there. You are prefect for me." After a while she changed position sitting on my face, resting her massive ass on my chest crushingly, flooding my face with her juices. Every time she came, she would rise a little bit above my face clamping her thighs powerfully, and then lower herself down. In the end I wasn't even able to move my jaw any-more, she just kept grinding her massive fleshy pussy over my face orgasm after orgasm until she finally stopped and I immediately fell asleep.



Megan Ch. 05



The next day, to my extreme disappointment, Megan's mother was home. Dutifully, the girl and I got down to work. I remember glancing at Megan and feeling weird about the whole thing. The fact that we had had sex less than 24 hours ago didn't seem real. So instead of exchanging meaningful glances, we concentrated. She wrote and I edited, and though I did enjoy spending time with Megan, I wanted more and was frustrated.

At about 11am, Megan's mother got a call. "Damn it," she said, "I'll be there in 10." And then to Megan and I, she explained, "I've got to run into work for a few minutes and clear the system." I had no idea what that meant, but I wasn't going to ask questions. "I should be back in about an hour. Can you wait around until then, Mr. Williams?" As per our agreement, she was supposed to write me a check.

"Of course," I said. I was about to tell her that she could just send the check in with Megan after the break, but the woman was gone and Megan and I were alone. I briefly tried to resist my desire, but as soon as the car pulled away, I reached for Megan and pulled her forcefully into my arms. She gasped and then started to laugh and was then quietly moaning as we kissed. My hands were running up and down her back and caressing her firm, sexy ass. "If only we had enough time," I murmured.

"We do," she said and then we went to her room. I admit that I was a little anxious. Being in Megan's bedroom reminded me of how young she was and how inappropriate our actions were. There was a yellow ceramic pony on her dresser, and the half-open curtain above her bed was shrouded in pink lace. I was going to protest, but before I knew it, we were both hurriedly getting undressed. As I sat and untied my shoes, I felt something fall out of my pocket, but I paid it no mind and soon, Megan and I were naked, lying side by side. 

She was stroking by rigid hardness, while I played with her pussy as we kissed. I desperately wanted to fuck, but I wanted the moment to last as long as possible. In the late morning light in the dim room, I pulled from the kiss and studied her. I ran my finger from her soft wetness up to her belly button. I then ran my hand along her side, which caused her to giggle as she hungrily reached to kiss me. 

My fingers then found her right nipple. Megan made a soft whimpering sound as I gently squeezed and pinched the tip. "Yess..." she mumbled. Megan then took my hand and tried to guide it back to her pussy, but I wasn't ready. I continued up her body, running my hands across her throat and the crucifix that clung tightly to her neck. I then pulled from the kiss again and looked into Megan's soft, green eyes. I was now touching her face, and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking on one, then two- staring intently at me. As I drew my fingers away from her soft tongue, Megan whispered, "Stop torturing me." I then brushed the hair out of her eyes and kissed her again, long and deep. "More," she said as I pulled back.

In answer, I slowly trailed my hand down her body, and plunged two fingers into Megan's wetness, and was gratified to feel her eagerly press herself into my hand. "Cum for me," I whispered as I kissed her neck and ran my tongue along her un-pierced earlobe.

"Harder," she gasped. In response, I quickened the pace, rubbing her clit as my fingered worked in and out of her pussy. "Yes," she whispered. "Like that." And then, Megan pulled my mouth back to hers and was sucking first on my lip, and then my tongue as her body went tight and her legs closed on my hand. "I'm cumming," she moaned. After a few moments, Megan whispered, "Let's fuck." I smiled and pulled her on top of me. We continued to kiss as she rubbed her pussy up and down the length of my cock. "This is going to feel so good," she whispered, almost breathless. She then lifted my member up, and eased it in, working her tight, wet lips around me, slowly, steadily.

We both wanted it to last, and so we fucked at a slow steady rhythm. Instinctively, I'd speed up, but then Megan would ease me back. "It feels like silk..." I whispered as she kissed my throat.

"Easy," she commanded softly. "I'm going to cum again if you let me..." And so we held our rhythm, with her pulled tightly against me, as my cock gently slid in, then out- sometimes with her hips coming up high enough so that my cock would pop out free. Megan didn't like that though- her hand would quickly grab me and guide my thickness back into her soft, sensual wetness. "My pussy is sooo greedy," she whispered. Megan then quickened the pace, grinding against me- fucking me as hard as she could. "I'm cumming..." she exhaled. In answer, I let out a low, deep groan and grabbed Megan's bottom and back and pulled her into me as I exploded, cumming deep inside of her. 

After maybe a minute or so, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand: it was almost noon. Without saying a word, we both got dressed and checked ourselves in the mirror, and made it back to the kitchen table just as Megan's mom got home. We both tried to act normal, but Megan was flushed and I was nervous. Luckily, Megan's mom didn't seem to notice as she wrote the check, and then I was driving away.



Megan Ch. 05



Chapter 5 -- THE WEEK AFTER

When I woke up again, this time in the morning, my entire body was in pain. Almost every part of me was covered in bruises. My back, chest, hands and legs had large black, hand shaped bruises all over from her grip. My hips were purple from her thighs pressing in. My head was a world of pain, I felt like I'd been in a fight: buzzing head, aching jaw, sore nose. My neck had large patches of dark red where Megan was kissing and sucking me. Almost every part of my body was tender and sore. Not to mention my muscles.... I felt like I just spent a week in a gym. And, by glancing at the clock, it would seem I almost overslept my lessons. 

I quickly turned around in fear, but Megan was not there. I really liked that girl and merely thinking of her made my erection rise but she was gone, a note on her pillow:

Hey Tiny, sorry I didn't say hi but you looked so sweet sleeping in the morning. Thank you for the greatest night ever, I have never been with someone like you and I promise I'll be back as soon as possible to repay you for tonight, and this time I won't leave until I can really fuck your brains out. Unfortunately I have to go on a short trip. So get rested and eat a lot. 

PS: sorry about the bathroom and bed, I guess I got a bit carried away, I'll pay for the repairs, a repairman should come in a few days.... 

PPS: Say hi to that cute little monster of yours.

Megan

Rolling over to the edge of the bed, I sat up with effort, tried getting up, and crumbled on the floor, my knees just giving out. I tried again this time a bit more carefully and finally managed to stand.

The bathroom was a mess, covered in dust from the destruction, cracked tiles, two holes in the ceiling, doorknob twisted and doors destroyed. I took a leak. My penis was all red and sore from the sex yesterday. Good god, that girl is sexy but given enough time she will exhaust me to death. The water pipe knobs in the shower were slightly twisted and I couldn't open them. I guess Megan used too much force to close the water. I gave up on the shower and cleaning and headed back for the bed. 

The bed destroyed, legs broken, the frame on the floor with one side broken, and judging from the mattress shape I guess a few supporting boards were broken as well. A huge inlaid shape was visible in the mattress next to where I was sleeping; I guess when you're over 500 pounds everything becomes memory foam.

I drank some water and fell asleep immediately. 

Late in the afternoon there was a knock on the door. I limped over to the door and to my surprise I saw Katey there towering over the frame. Even dressed in her house clothes, a track suit, she was shockingly beautiful, her breasts outlined even through the track suit. 

"Hi Joey, may I come in?"

"Em. OK."

"I met that lovely girl of yours yesterday, she asked me to look in on you. She seemed a bit worried."

Katey's perfect butt swooshed past me. God she was hot! I loved how the shape of her was outlined in the tracksuit, and how it lightly swayed with each step. 

Megan had the body of an Olympian goddess of Strength and Beauty, and had seduced me with pure power, easily capable of crushing my body to a pulp like an overripe tomato. Katey however was pure sex. Every move she made was sensuous and supple, with catlike grace, shaped to erotic perfection and I think she's not wearing any underwear... and with that realization, blood rushed to my penis. As weak as I was, this was too much for me. I hadn't even eaten anything that day, and I collapsed to the floor, though still awake. As I had mentioned, maintaining a 14" erection is not exactly easy even when rested. 

"Oh my, you really are in a bad shape. What did that girl do to you....?"

She lifted my helpless body off the floor and carried me to the bedroom. I could hear a slight gasp from her when she saw the state of the bedroom. She lowered me into the bed. What is it with these girls that can carry me around so easily. Katey didn't look anywhere near as strong as Megan, but I guess at about 7 feet tall, she must also be quite strong naturally.

She went to make some tea. When she returned she didn't have the tracksuit top on anymore, only a tight fitting gray t-shirt. And I was right: no underwear. With every move I could see her approximately F-cup breasts shift, causing ripples of fabric to spread. She sat next to the bed bringing the hot tea. I had actually never really appreciated how pretty she was. 

And she sat next to me on the floor, one hand over me. This made her breasts stand perkily right above my penis, which of course caused it to shift.... 

"Oh, you poor poor boy. From the screams and sounds yesterday I thought you were butchering a wild rhino. But I guess you were the one who got ran over. What were you thinking taking on a girl that size?" 

"I, well, she..." 

"Yes, I could see how she was holding you. But more importantly, what did you do to her to have her scream like that. A girl of that size and a shrimp like you, she looked like she could use you like a dildo. And judging by your state she probably did."

And she giggled lightly, causing her breasts to jiggle uncontrollably. 

My penis made a very brave attempt to reach them and cleared my bathrobe, hitting in between her breasts and falling heavily back to my chest.

"Joey, what the...."

"I'm sorry Katey, I didn't mean to...."

"Joey, what is that thing?" Her hand wrapping itself around my penis.... 

"No fucking way! Now I understand why that girl was screaming like that. Joey, how big does this thing grow?" 

"Am, well, about, eh... 14 inches."

"No FUCKING way!! Do you mean I was living next to a 14-inch penis and I didn't know about it?! Well, my mistake, also. There I was hunting guys my size hoping to find a big enough dick and here you are shorter than a door and have whale sized penis.

"But poor, poor Joey got ravaged and almost broken by the inexperienced big teenage girl. I think you should let someone with more experience take care of you. All you have to do is lay still and let Katey take care of you."

Her hand absently started slightly caressing the length of my penis. Her other hand firmly squeezed her breast, her nipples now poking through the thin fabric. My hand involuntarily went for her other breast. I needed to touch that perfection of form. 

But before I reached it, she gently but firmly trapped my hand. 

"No Joey, you can't touch, not yet. Let me take care of you, just lay still and let me do all the work. But I have to let you watch; wouldn't want you to miss the show."

She pulled my body up so my back rested against the wall and placed her perfect red lips on the tip of my penis. To reach it she arched her back letting her flawless ass stick high in the air for my enjoyment, while her face framed in dark hair was going up and down the length of my penis, her tongue expertly covering the length of it. I could feel her nipples grazing my thighs. Soon, those luscious lips parted and she placed the tip of my penis in her mouth and started sucking on it gently, playing with her tongue around it at the same time. I was in heaven; I just prayed that I wouldn't faint this time. 

Soon my penis was almost at its full length and still Katey was going down its length taking more of it each time her head bobbed. Once it reached the full 14" length, I heard her make a sound of pure childish delight.

"I've never even had a dildo this big, you are amazing little man," and then I saw it disappear entirely; all 14 inches of my pride was expertly sucked into her mouth. I had never had that done to me... never! I shot a load of cum right there and then. Katey didn't spill even a drop of it, I just saw her smile and look at my now-flaccid penis with affection as everything was going dark and I was down for the count again. 

The next time I woke up, Katey was there again feeding me... and letting me sleep again. Next time I woke I felt something around my nightly erection and, looking down, I could see Katey's long slender form stretched out on the floor in front of me, casually slurping on my pole. She was covered up in a long bathrobe and I could only see her legs from knees down swaying happily in the distance in rhythm with her head. 

She noticed I was waking up and let her mouth slip off my pole with a wet slurpy POP! and smiled wide.

"I took a shower and decided to check up on you before going to bed. I am only a flight of stairs away from you anyway," she accentuated every word with a lazy lick. "You had such a nice erection it was a shame to let it go to waste."

She crawled up to my face dragging her nipples along my body. I could feel my pole being trapped between her breasts as they dragged along on each side of it. She made a short pause like that going back and forth a few times sliding my in her cleavage, all the while devouring me with her eyes.

Without a word she kissed me, letting her tongue expertly play around my mouth, her breasts heavily resting on my chest, my feet somewhere around her knees.

Without letting me kiss or see her breasts she continued forward, her hot, wet pussy now at the base of my cock, and slowly -- ever so slowly -- sliding along it. 

At 14 inches, my dick is so long that it reaches about to the middle of my chest, so by the time she got to the top, her wet pussy was almost on top of my face. I was completely enveloped in her sweet perfume smell, and her large feminine thighs were straddling my sides. For a second she connected her pussy to my face and slowly rubbed it against my nose and mouth. Then, with an almost inaudible plop, she slid the tip of my engorged tool into herself, slowly continuing the same path backwards, rocking slightly back and forth to adjust to the size, gaining inch by inch. With every inch she was wilder, already screaming in excitement at around half-length. But still she didn't say a word.

Getting up onto her knees, she started going up and down on the top 10 inches of my engorged tool. As her muscles adjusted around my massive thing I could feel them taking control, rhythmically squeezing. Soon, every time she was going up she would take me a few inches off the bed just by using her vaginal muscles.

She went down about 14 inches before she couldn't continue anymore, but she used those 14 inches like they had never been used before. She was sliding up and down the length of my tool, grinding her body along mine, or crouching high above me pulling me of the bed with each stroke. She even turned to ride me reverse, her legs almost in a split and her quite large and shapely ass bobbing up and down in the darkness. She sensed when I was about to come and quickly planted her mouth on top of my penis, let it slide down her throat, and never let a drop spill.

Without another word she kissed me and left, waving goodbye. 

My mind was racing insanely. I tried getting up, but that seemed like too much effort. What the fuck was going on? First, I was raped by a gigantic teenaged amazon girl, and now I am being nursed by a slightly smaller amazon, who is also raping me. Not that I am complaining but.... Tired of thinking, I rolled over and fell asleep. 

The next day I was feeling much better. There was a note from Katey asking me to pick something up for her from work. Apparently she made an order at Custom and she will pick it up when she comes to check up on me this evening. Katey made it very clear that I was not to open it before she came. While I was sleeping the bathroom had been repaired, and the bed will be replaced while I am at work. Megan collected all the bills. 

I spent the day catching up on lessons, then going to work and really just trying to rest all day. About half an hour after I got home Kathy arrived at the door, just entering my apartment without even knocking. She was again wearing her bathrobe, and bunny slippers. She looked incredibly hot even in that. Her breasts were right at the level of my face and I was getting turned on just thinking of how hot they looked in that gray shirt, and how I'd love to suck them.

"Eh... hello, Katey." I was slightly unsure what to say.

"Hi Joey. Do you have it?"

"Em, yes; it's in the hall."

"Excellent. Give me a second to try it on and I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," she said with a sly smile. "I was thinking," she continued while walking to the hall, "about how hot that girl with you looked... and I've always been dating guys almost my size... but I've never tried anyone as tiny as you. And I absolutely loved it, but I want to experience what that girl felt.... And so...." 

Click... clack... I could hear the sound of heels. Oh fuck, what is it with these girls that get off on being taller than their dates...?

Katey appeared in the doorframe, ducking beneath it in shoes with 10-inch platforms. She was way higher than the door... still not as tall as Megan in her heels, but for all practical purposes she was also beyond being merely tall.

"How do you like me at 7-feet, 10-inches, Joey? Come here next to me.... Do you want to see what I have underneath this robe... hmm, Joey? Let me show you...."

As I came closer she threw of the robe revealing her perfect form in the sexiest attire I had ever seen: her endlessly long legs encased in black stockings, tiny panties pulled up high over her hips, which were at the level of my chest, her breasts held together by a push up bra, pressing her breasts together in a seriously impressive display.

I almost fell down on my ass from the shock.

"What's the matter Joey, cat got your tongue?" Katey stretched one endlessly long lascivious leg, placed it over my shoulder, and pulled me in closer pressing my face into her hot middle. 

"How about a kiss, little Joey... don't you want to thank me for taking care of you?"

"But why, Katey?"

"What do you mean why -- why thank me?" and suddenly the pressure from her leg increased.

"No I am thankful, but I mean why such interest in me after all this time... ouch!"

The pressure immediately subsided. "Well, for one I think that girl really likes you. I on the other hand, really like that thing you have in your pants and am here to rape and dominate you with my tall amazonian body.

"If you plan to object do so quickly, because seeing you barely taller than my navel, with my leg over your shoulder, is making me horny beyond belief," and with that sentence she shuddered. "Now, how about that kiss."

I looked at her stomach, which was at eye level, then above me at her breasts, and her face was almost in clouds.

I ran for a chair, and stood on it in front of her, now barely taller than her breasts. I still was too short for a proper kiss, so I kissed her cleavage.

"Not the kiss I was looking for, but it will do," she said, pressing my head into her cleavage. After a few seconds she pulled my head out bending it backwards, and planted a forceful kiss on my mouth.

"Mhmm, you're sooo easy to play with. With other guys, I had to first show them how much stronger I am; you are already aware of how powerless you are. Sit on that chair." I sat. 

She turned, pointing her absolutely perfect ass directly at my face. I couldn't help myself: I started massaging and kissing her wonderful ass, kneading the soft flesh.

Katey then bent over, providing me complete access to her wet hot pussy and, contorting her body, put her mouth over my penis. This was one of the weirdest 69s I had ever seen, let alone been a part of. 'Specially considering that the girl was two heads taller than me, and I was sitting while she was standing. 

After a while she stuck her wet pussy to my face and started dragging it down along my body until it was all the way to the root of my penis. She squeezed it firmly with her thighs and slid upwards to the tip. Once there, she continued bobbing only around the penis head. Because of its length, this meant that her ass was bobbing right in front of my face. And then, she lowered herself and her pussy swallowed almost the entire length of it. Katey then turned around by lifting one long long leg and pivoting on the other. This made her body look like it was doing splits, but vertically -- standing on one leg! -- instead of horizontally on the floor. She then placed that one leg over my shoulder and, maintaining balance on one leg, continued pounding my tiny frame, using that leg to pull me closer with each thrust. She was really flexible. It was incredible seeing such a big body perform such flexible supple movements with such ease and grace.

As she already took in almost all of my penis, she was beyond herself with lust and simply firmly placed both feet on the floor facing me, crouching to reach down to the tiny chair and my body, her large breasts in my face, grasping the back of the chair in her strong hands, firmly pounding away on my erection. And then it happened; Katey closed her eyes tightly and straightened her legs as her orgasm ripped through her body. She shook all over, screaming gutturally and actually breaking the back of the chair in the process, her pussy firmly clenching my dick and rising along with her body in the process. If she hadn't been accidentally holding me with her thighs as she rose, she could easily have ripped my dick off. 

When she came to, she noticed me hanging from her thighs my giant erection still inside her. With a smile, Katey grabbed my body in her arms and, still holding me inside, slammed me against the wall fully extending one leg straight up in the air in another vertical split and supporting both of our weights with the other. She continued fucking me and when I was finally close she let me down and held her breasts obediently for me.

"Come all over me Joey, I want to feel that monster squirt on my body. Shoot your load all over me."

And with a speechless grunt I did, spraying her massive boobs and face until they were nothing but a white gooey mess. She smiled satisfied and licked her breasts off. 

By the end of the day I had a titfuck while sitting on the top of a fridge, I had nearly fallen off a ladder trying to fuck her, and Katey had used her incredibly flexible body in the most imaginative ways to fuck, rape, and simply use me for her pleasure.

In the end she left me on my bed barely able to move....

"By the way Joey," she said as she was heading for the door, "I'm gone until the weekend, and that girl from before said she'll be back on Saturday as well. I promised to help her by teaching her a thing or two about pleasing boys." Katey stopped for a moment and, I could swear I saw her wiggle her astounding ass slightly. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. "So try to get some rest before this weekend; you might need it. And don't bother planning anything; your girl said she'll be spending the entire weekend with you. Bye, tiny lover." And with that, my 7-foot tall dominating amazon neighbor closed the door behind her and was gone.

A weekend... two, TWO days, with not one, but TWO, amazons... the mental image was insanely sexy. Even after all this abuse my penis shot up at the thought of Katey and Megan together. Was she just teasing me? I just had to jerk off to get the image out of my mind.... And a minute later I was firmly asleep.



Megan Ch. 06



After getting home, I took a shower and then a nap. After waking up, I got dressed so that I could go run some errands. I found my keys and phone, but I didn't see my wallet. I checked the pants I had worn, but they were empty. I then checked my truck, but it wasn't there either. It then dawned on me, and a cold chill ran down my spine: it was on the floor in Megan's room. 

I then eliminated option after option. I couldn't just go back to Megan's and ask for it back. How could I possibly explain it being in her room? I also couldn't wait until we returned to school. I then called Megan's house. My hope was that she would answer the phone and I could tell her about the problem. 

Unfortunately, Megan's mother picked up. I stammered out my lame, rehearsed reason for calling (that I wanted to say "thank you" just one more time) before hanging up. I then figured my best option was to just go back late that night, knock on her window, and get my wallet back. Hopefully, Megan had found it and put it away.

After midnight, I put on dark blue jeans and a hunter green sweater. I felt silly and fretted about getting pulled over or being mistaken for a prowler, but I made it safely to her neighborhood. I then parked one street over, and casually walked to Megan's house. There was a car in the driveway that I didn't recognize which worried me a bit. I considered bailing, but then I saw that there was only one light on: it was Megan's room. "Thank goodness," I thought. I then quietly moved to her window on the side of the house. 

The curtain was still half open and so I looked through the thin, pink frill lace. I expected to see Megan watching TV or reading or doing whatever it was that girls do in private. Instead, I was greeted with a sight that made my heart sink: she was on her hands and knees on the bed and naked. Behind her, her boyfriend (Adam) was fucking her at a furious rate. I could just barely see Megan's obscured face in the mirror, and her mouth was open, and there was this look of pure ecstasy.

All at once, I was overwhelmed. I'm ashamed to admit it, but my cock got instantly hard. At the same time though, I felt utterly betrayed- as if a knife had sliced out my still beating heart. For ten long seconds, I watched as the fury and hurt and excitement of it all boiled to the surface. I then pulled my eyes away, lowered my head and hurried back to my truck, as if physical distance could somehow mitigate the nightmare. I then went to bed and tried to sleep, but all I could imagine was Megan fucking somebody else, and for me, it was soul crushing. It was almost dawn before I slept.

The next day, in the early afternoon, I heard somebody softly knocking on the door to my house: it was Megan. When I opened, she had my wallet in hand and an excited grin on her face. "I thought you might need this," Megan said. 

I had imagined this moment countless times. I imagined taking the wallet and shutting the door in her face and not saying a word. I had also imagined calling her a slut or a whore, but that just isn't me. I had even imagined telling Megan what I had seen and how truly hurt I was. 

But in the end, I took the easy way out: I smiled and thanked her for the wallet and said that it was nice to see her. "Are you going to invite me in?" Megan asked, taking a step forward. But I told her no, concealing my emotions.

"Some of the guys are going to come over in a bit," I said, lying.

"Oh," she said. The look of disappointment was etched deeply on her face. "Well, maybe-" But I cut her off.

"I'll see you next week. Enjoy the rest of your break." We then exchanged an awkward hug and Megan left, shaky and uncertain. The girl knew something was wrong but was afraid to confront me.

When we returned to school the following Monday, my school year was all but done. All that was left were project presentations, reviews, and finals. In that time, I acted normal- or at least thought I was acting normal- and avoided Megan. The hurt was there, but I couldn't do anything about it. Our relationship- all of it- was just so wrong, that all I could do was to pretend that it had never ever happened. Once, Megan caught me before school and asked, "What's wrong?" The pain was evident in her voice, but I held my ground and said that everything was fine. After that, Megan started to avoid me, which hurt even more, but in truth, it was for the best.



Megan Ch. 06



Chapter 6 -- TIMELY

To say that I spent the following two days in anticipation would be an understatement of epic proportions. I won't even go into details. Come Friday evening I was already considering running away, but the same thought that made me want to run away was also keeping me in place... Megan.

And I wasn't even sure how she might react if she found out about Katey. I was certain Katey was only joking about joining in, but what if she tells Megan?

I was sitting in the living room when I suddenly sensed the floor shaking. Not like an earthquake, more like... FOOTSTEPS. Then I could hear the clicking of heeled shoes from outside coming closer... and closer. 

"Hi, Joey... I'm baaack."

I was on my way to open the door when I saw the doorknob twist. The doors were locked but the mechanism continued twisting and breaking inside with a crunching sound. And finally, the whole door was almost broken away as it opened to a pair of humongous muscled legs as tall as the door itself, standing in high-heels fully a foot tall, and in front, a massively muscled arm ending in a shovel-sized fist which was holding a completely twisted and shattered door knob.

Her other hand then grabbed the top of the door frame and Megan's smiling face appeared sideways beneath the frame. She was so big she had to bend over to peek through the door. 

"Hi, Tiny. Give me a second to squeeze in." As he was getting up her hand closed on the door frame breaking of a large piece of it and, in the process, she lost her balance. Forced to take a sudden step back, her foot stomped mightily on the hall floor with her entire weight, the shock wave shaking the entire floor, and a causing a crack which spread through the concrete. 

"Ooopsy... must be more careful."

Megan tried squeezing through sideways but her breasts were way to large for the frame, so she placed each of her massive arms on either side of the frame and simply pushed, crushing the wood and collapsing the wall on the sides creating enough space to enter.

Standing up, she hit her head on the 9-foot tall ceiling! She was too big for my tiny hall before, but now she couldn't even fit. So she continued squeezing towards the living room, each step shaking the floor, her enormous breasts firmly pressed into one wall, and her glorious ass into the other. She accidentally stepped onto a footlocker crushing it as if it were made of dust, and as she was trying to see what happened she caught a closet between her shoulder and the wall breaking it.

Stepping into the living room she stretched to her full towering height, a little more than a foot away from the 12-foot ceiling. 

"Fee fi fo fum... how do you like the new me, Tiny? Come here, let me hug you to pieces; I missed you so much."

I was so stunned that I couldn't even speak. Completely paralysed, I was rooted to the spot.

"Ohhh, don't you like the new me?" she asked, placing her hands on her knees and bending over. 

This position offered me a view of her cleavage. Her breasts had grown so huge, even my 14" erection would be lost in there... she could titfuck a normal-sized leg with those monsters. I tried reaching for them but they were just out of reach even with her hands on her knees. 

"I grew this big just for you. I am now exactly 10 feet and six inches tall and I bought these nice little foot-high shoes. I think this should make me just the right size I always wanted to be. Come closer so I can check." With one giant step she closed the distance. At 5'7" I was almost exactly half her size, which she emphasized by pushing my head close to her pussy. 

"Prrrfect. Mhmm... just where I wanted you; a perfect fit. Finally I am tall enough for you to kiss me full on the lips. Ohhh Joey, there are no words to express how horny I am right now, seeing you this small. And you know how horny I get when I'm growing.... I promised to fuck your brains out and now I'm big enough to rape and abuse that little body of yours until there is nothing left. What do you think, Tiny: can you survive 1400 pounds of horny muscle-bound amazon. I'm over 10 times heavier than you now."

"I... I..."

"Give Meg a kiss. Come on little one, you don't want to disappoint a horny giantess or she might just step on you."

"Mhmm.... You want to play with them?" she said pointing to her breasts. "Remember how I used to lean them on your shoulders, all 40 pounds? Let's try that now; maybe if I go down on my knees you will be the right size." On her knees she was about seven-and-a-half feet tall, only slightly shorter than when I met her. She pulled me in, lifting her breasts slightly and letting them spill over my head and onto my shoulders. My knees buckled from the weight. They must be at least a 100 pounds now. Her breasts were almost as heavy as I was! "Where are you hiding, Joey? I can't wait any longer." She tore her clothes away like wet tissue, an almost 11-foot tall amazon muscle goddess standing before me in all her glory. 

"You know what to do." She pointed at her pussy and thumb-sized clitoris. "Give me a kiss on my lips; show me how much you love your little Megan." 

As I was standing there still in shock, she tore away my clothes and pulled my face into her pussy. I licked for all I was worth, hugging her tree trunk-sized thighs, which pulsed threateningly. But it wasn't enough for Megan; she grinded my face on her snatch pressing harder and harder until my entire head just popped inside! That was enough to make her cum almost instantly. She pulled my head out and with one violent motion threw me away. I crashed heavily onto an armchair, which toppled over. Apparently she had no idea how strong she was now.

Meanwhile, Megan was screaming at the top of her immense lungs, her muscles pulsing, shaking from her orgasm, one arm violently rubbing her clitoris, while the other formed into a fist and was mercilessly breaking anything it came into contact with including furniture, the walls and even the floor. 

While I was still clutching at myself from the pain and catching breath, Megan's frame crossed over the armchair and she upended it. 

"Ohhh, Joey... your tiny little head felt sooo good inside me! Now I want that monster cock of yours as well. I want to ride you; I want to grind you into the floor."

"How would you like me more, little darling? Like this..." she turned her perfectly formed immense rear end towards me using her hand to hide my erection between her ass cheeks and slowly sliding downwards. Her ass cheeks were so huge they were pressing into my chest the entire way. As she came down the armrests were creaking dangerously. 

"Mhmm... I don't think this chair will be able to save you from me." She was teasing me, truly enjoying her overpowering role. 

"Or do you want me from the front so you can play with my boobies? Or are they just to far away for you, poor little thing..."

Megan placed one gigantic foot on each side of the armchair. Grabbing the back rest with both arms and towering massively over me, she slowly started descending, her thighs coming in closer, her giant pussy effortlessly swallowing my penis and sliding down its length until her ass came in contact with my knees.

"Ohhhh Tiny, your dick feels soo good.... Mhmmmm. I just want to grind you into that armchair." She started gyrating her hips, resting more weight on my body with each trust. The arm rests broke like twigs under her massive rear, her hands firmly planted on the back rest of the armchair. She was moving the entire thing back and forth with her hips. Her thighs were pumping harder with each trust.

I could hear the wood cracking as her thigh muscles were occupying space meant for the armchair. As she rested more of her weight, the wheels broke off, but she was still grinding the entire armchair along the floor, scraping on the wood surface pushing into me with her body, her massive breasts bouncing high over my head, too high to reach.... 

"Ohh. I want you to taste all of me, Joey. I grew this massive powerful body just for you. Fourteen-hundred pounds of muscle, all of this power just for you.... I want you to feel this body in all its glory. Every single inch of it is yours, all 126 of them." She was resting more and more weight on my tiny frame with each thrust, and her immense frame was pushing me into the armchair. Her massive rear kept grinding me into the chair, her upper body pressing me into the back rest, and her thighs coming closer to crushing the entire chair with each thrust. 

"Oh god, I'm cumming! I will show you what this body of mine can do -- I have to show it to you. I have to have you with all of me. I want you to feel all of my muscles. Ohhhhhh."

On the first pulse of her orgasm, with a brutal scream her body suddenly expanded immensely, all of her muscles brutally big; all 1400 pounds of her crushing me into the chair, breaking my bones. 

On the second pulse, her thighs crushed through the chair in one eruptive motion, breaking through the wood as if it were nothing, pressing into my body, brutally crushing my ribs, her hands tearing through the backrest pressing into my back crushing anything left against her steel six pack. My own orgasm was spurting inside of Megan. The armchair was crushed, as were my legs. 

On the third pulse, her thighs and hands pulverized my torso. In the final pulse, she stood up to her full towering 11 feet of monstrous power, crushing the remains of the armchair between her legs still mashing my body against her torso.

With the next pulse, I heard someone knocking on the door. 

* * * * * *

I got up from the armchair covered in sweat. "What a fucking nightmare."

Another loud knock could be heard on the door.... I wonder who that could be, I thought, nobody was supposed to visit this evening.

In front of the door was one of the biggest guys I had ever seen; a six-and-a-half foot tall, huge overpowered football type of monster, holding Katey by her neck. She looked to be in a bad state, bruised skin, torn clothes, with obvious signs of abuse. At 7 feet, she was taller than him, but he was obviously stronger. 

"You've got to be kidding me, Kate. You wanted to break up with me over this little fuck?"

"No Matt, please, don't hurt him it was my fault; I took advantage of him. Look how little he is."

I was kind of speechless through all this. This guy was scary -- really scary. Both of them were head and shoulders above me, completely dwarfing my tiny frame, filling the doorway and the guy was much wider than both of us. But I'll be damned if I was going to let him hurt a girl.

"Hey, leave her alone, fucker!" I said ignoring all warning alarms in my head.

"Wow, you're a serious little twerp, ain't ya. You hold her then," he said laughing, and threw Katey at me. I was way to small to hold Katey's massive 7-foot body and we both crashed over the sofa behind me. 

"I'm sorry Joey, I didn't mean to... he...." Katey's apology was interrupted by a large fist bunching up my clothes and lifting me in the air. 

"You little fuck!" a powerful slap exploded on my face. "Putting your hands on my girl." Matt was screaming as he threw me across the room.

"And you, ya little cunt," he kicks at her, "What were you thinking trying to replace me with this little fuck!"

"I will fuck both of you up!" He grabs Katey by one leg and drags her forcefully across the room towards me. As he's about to grab me by the neck, I hit him in the shin. And as the pain stops Matt, I kick him in the groin with all my might, making him drop to the floor and double over. 

Using the opportunity, I help Katey up and we both start limping/running towards the door.

"Fuck! The lift's not here.... Fuck, fuck!"

As we wait for the lift, Matt is coming out of the apartment still a bit shaky. "I will rip you apart you little shit. No one does that to me. You'll regret that, twerp, you and that cheating cunt." He's already next to us. I can hear the lift that has just arrived, too late. I place myself in front of Katey and close my eyes in fear. 

He quickly closes the gap and a ham-sized fist connects with my stomach knocking the air out of me. Another hit to my head. As I'm lying on the floor bunched up, Matt grabs an extinguisher from the wall, pushing Katey, who is trying to stop him, off him.

"Now I will teach you a lesson."

And just as he's about to swing the fire extinguisher, the lift door behind him opens and one massive hand closes around Matt's, crushing it into the extinguisher with an impossible grip. Surprised and in pain Matt, barely has time to scream out as the hand tosses him into a wall.

"Joey... oh my god, are you OK? Did that little fuck hurt you?"

"Megan!" The most beautiful sight ever greeted me as I opened my eyes. I thought Matt was going to kill me. "I'm OK. Check... Katey."

"Watch out, Meg!" Katey screamed as Matt was now charging Megan with the extinguisher. Megan turned around and stood to her full towering height, dwarfing the charging man who had been overpowering both of us a moment ago. Even completely blinded with rage he stumbled a bit at the sight before him. Megan was in flat shoes, but at 7'8", she was a foot taller than Matt, and built like a truck. The white t-shirt covering her upper body was struggling, barely containing her monstrous shoulders, almost twice as wide as Matt's.

I heard a dull smacking sound. Opening my eyes, I see Matt's eyes wide in surprise quickly shifting to fear. The extinguisher is being held motionless by one massive hand connected to an arm that would make a bear run away in fear. Megan's normally cute and smiling face twisted into a grimace of rage. I had never seen her like that. I was scared of her before when she was just pumped and horny, but if I saw this face of hers directed at me, I'd piss my pants.

Matt was pissed, but slightly unsure what to do about the giant mountain of woman in front of him.

Still holding the extinguisher in one hand, Megan's body was starting to come to life, massive muscles threateningly pulsing all over her body. In the ensuing silence, the sound of clothes ripping at the seams from Megan's massive pumping was probably terrifying. 

"What the fuck is this...? What are you...? Get away from me!" Matt was saying while stepping back, trying to fight fear with rage.

Megan was advancing as he retreated, slowly pumping her massive body to epic proportions. Her sleeves ripped apart, and a large gap appeared on her back. As Matt retreated and his back came in contact with the wall behind him, Megan stepped in closer. Matt was now face to breasts with Megan, and in panic, he tried hitting her in the stomach. If not for the thin layer of flesh covering Megan's steel-like stomach, he would have probably broken his hand, but the massive abdominal muscles underneath left no question as to who was doing the hurting here.

As Matt was holding his fist in pain, Megan placed one index finger on his breastbone and casually pushed the air out of his lungs. Her other hand balled into a fist, frightening in its sheer size and potency. With terrifying speed and power, Megan punched a hole in the wall.

"How dare you hurt my little baby, you ugly fuck." Megan's voice was a low growl that practically froze Joey's blood in his veins. Matt was beyond scared. Joey could see a little puddle forming beneath his feet.

"Don't you ever..." BAM! A powerful slap echoed, and blood trickled down Matt's ear from the pressure. 

"Come close to Joey..." BAM! Blood from the other ear as well.

"Or Katey again." BAM! A few teeth fell out of his mouth and his nose was bent in a strange way.

"Do you understand me, you FUCKING BASTARD!!" BAAAM! His jaw was slacked a bit awkwardly. 

"ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE FUCK!!" Megan grabbed Matt by the arms, lifting him up and shaking him. His arms were turning purple and the bones were probably broken where her deadly grip was affixed.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Her hand was forming into a fist behind her, ready to drive Matt through the wall.

She might actually kill him, I thought; I have to stop her. "Megan. MEGAN! You'll kill him!" I ran towards her, hanging myself off her arm. She could have easily driven me, her arm, and Matt's head through the wall but she stopped, letting him drop to the floor in a broken heap. 

"Oh Joey, are you OK?" She crouched to hug me crushing me in her arms and legs, she was so pumped from the adrenalin she was hurting me without realising it.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. But please, you're hurting me... and we have to take care of Katey."

"Oh, my god yes, sorry."

Katey was getting up on shaky feet. "I'm all... all right, guys. Thank you... just a few bruises. That bastard is not man enough to hurt me."

"And you were so brave, little guy, saving me," Katey hugged me and planted a kiss on the top of my head. 

"Your boyfriend is very brave, Megan. He saved me from that maniac."

"Boyfriend." Megan was turning red. "But we never... why.... Well, I guess if Joey's okay with that...." 

One of those movies where a dying man sees his life pass before him came to mind. Except in my case I had short look at the broken heap on the floor that, a few moments ago, was a monster of a man who could beat me to a pulp, and all it took to reduce him to nothing was a few seconds with a very angry girl. The dream I just had also went through my mind, with the same girl crushing my body in a moment of passion; the same girl who was now looking at me -- well, down at me -- asking if I want to be her boyfriend. And there was still the issue of what she would do if she found out about Katey "taking care" of me. 

So I proceeded to do one of the bravest things in my life: I told an almost-8 foot tall muscular angel/monster that I cheated on her. The same one who just broke a man's jaw with a slap. 

"Megan, you should know that me and Katey...."

"You and Katey, what...? Did you cheat on me?" Her voice again grew low and menacing, her muscles grew tense and monstrously huge. Megan took a deep breath expanding her chest, spreading her shoulders... and started laughing.

"Don't worry Tiny, I know Katey has been abusing you while I was gone. I told her I don't mind sharing you with her, and I know you couldn't stop her. Oohhhhhh... you looked so scared! Didn't Katey tell you... I would never hurt you little one, you know that. But I soo love teasing you!"

"Thank you for saving us, Megan." I approached her hugging her waist, and kissed her right above her navel. Now that all of this was over, my hands were shaking furiously, and I was so happy to hug my gigantic girlfriend. "I'd the happiest person alive to call you my girlfriend, Megan."

Something was funny though. Before, when Megan was in flats, my head would sit between her breasts when I was hugging her. Now they were over my head.... I didn't have time to think about that as Megan responded by picking me up as high as she could and then planting several forceful big wet kisses on my face she pressed me firmly into a bone-crushing hug that took all the air out of my body. Swinging me left and right like a little girl with a teddy bear, flailing my legs like spaghetti. 

"Now that you guys are an item and you really do look so cute together, I think I'll take my leave and go lick my wounds. I wouldn't want to bother you more today, I have caused enough trouble for one day."

"Nonsense," said Megan, letting me down and smiling as I was gasping for breath. "You're coming with us, I have to take care of both of you. I said share and share we will," Megan said, her hand ruffling my hair.

"But, I thought we were just joking. I mean, I would absolutely LOVE to share that cute little thing with you, but wouldn't you mind, now that you're like a couple or whatnot...." Katey said as she flashed me a secret smile.




Megan Ch. 06



"Of course I don't mind. I told you already, I think I have so much to learn from you and there are two other reasons I want you to stay. Firstly, I would love to play with that long slender body of yours, and secondly, since I just hit a growth spurt I'm afraid it will take both of you to just barely satisfy me. This little cutie could die if left alone with me this weekend." That sentence made me swallow hard.

"We should do something about... wait," I stopped myself in mid sentence. Megan was growing bigger? "Megan how much have you grown?"

"Well, I don't know; it's a bit hard to compare when you're all so tiny. I think I grew a few inches over the last week, not sure how much, and it will continue for a few more days. I am now almost as tall as I was in my heels before. I can't wait to put them on and really tower over you. Now my boobs are taller than you even without heels."

My hands were starting to shake again.

Katey kneeled down to check on Matt. "He's still okay; badly beaten but the bastard deserved it. Anyway I'll take care of that, I know a guy in the police who could sort this out without many questions. I'll go and make the phone call," Katey said.

We later found out that Matt spent a few weeks in the hospital. The damage was quite extensive, a bruised face, and arms, a broken nose, dislocated jaw, a few teeth missing, a cracked rib from when Megan put her finger on his chest, several cracks in his upper arms from Megan's grip, and three broken fingers from Megan's grip over his hand and the extinguisher. And his story was 6 thugs with baseball bats. Luckily, we never heard from him again. 

"Oh," Katey continued, "and grab the twerp, and come inside; I have a surprise for both of you."

"Right," Megan replied.



Megan Ch. 07



By middle May, all of the seniors (including Megan) were gone.  They wouldn’t officially graduate for another 2 weeks, but with their finals and advanced placement exams completed, there was no reason for them to be there.  Since 5 of my 6 classes were seniors, I had a lot of free time, so I spent more than a few mornings holding court with students who just wanted to say “goodbye” or “thanks” or “good riddance.”  Megan, however, didn’t want to say any of that.

When she slipped into my room that late, Thursday morning, she took her usual seat in the front row.  She was wearing khaki shorts and sandals and a pink collared shirt.  In spite of myself, I drank in her long smooth legs, and realized that she might have been the most exquisite girl I’d ever known.  When my eyes met hers, the hurt was gone.  Instead, she looked defiant.  “Why are you freezing me out?” She said in a low, hushed tone with just a hint of anger.

“Megan, I don’t know-“ I started to say, but she interrupted.

“Bullshit,” she hissed.  “Tell me.”

“Megan,” I said, but again she cut in.

“Don’t say my name. Just tell the truth.  What did I do?”  When I shrugged, her anger bubbled up and her eyes flashed in fierce frustration.

My anger and hurt had been rising, and so I growled, low and harsh, “I saw you that night.”  Megan looked at me.  Her eyes didn’t soften, but she also didn’t understand. “Do you remember the last time I was at your house?”  I said in an eased tone, trying to regain control of my emotions.

“Of course I remember,” she said, still not comprehending.

“I knew I had forgotten my wallet, so I went back to go tap on your window.”  For a long instant, Megan looked at me.  The blood then drained from her face as the understanding dawned upon her.  Like a fish, she gasped for air, trying to find a word to say, but there was none.  “Yeah. Now you get it,” I said angrily as my eyes locked on to hers. I then watched her frustration dissipate, only to be replaced by a deep and profound sadness.  Her eyes were now starting to well.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.  A tear was rolling down her left cheek.

“Don’t be,” I said, gently now.  “I was foolish to let it happen.”

“Don’t say that,” Megan objected.

“It’s true. I knew better. I risked everything for nothing.”

“No,” Megan said, as more tears fell.

Just then, we were interrupted.  A sophomore boy (who was in trouble) had been sent.  “Ms. Lewis says that I have to stay here.”  I was incredibly annoyed by this, particularly when Megan stood up, wiped her eyes and walked out.  Stupidly, the boy asked, “What’s the matter with her?” When my furious glare fell upon him, he hurried into an empty seat and sat quietly, desperately trying to disappear into the background.  I then walked to the door and peered down the hallway, but Megan was gone.

Graduation was set for the first Saturday in June.  All of the students were done and the grades had been entered.  I hadn’t seen Megan since she left, and my anger had been replaced with a dull ache.  As much as I hated to admit it, she had meant something to me, and the idea that Megan had been blissfully fucking her boyfriend just a few, short hours after our last encounter had cut me to the bone.  The reality was that she had cheated on him, not on me.  But of course, the heart has a mind its own and is impervious to logic.

That Friday was a workday for the staff.  We had to finalize the awards and such and prepare for the following night, but really, there wasn’t all that much to do.  After finishing up, several of us went out for drinks.  At about 10, I got home.  I was a little drunk and had trouble getting the key to fit when I sensed that somebody was standing behind me: it was Megan.  

“I want to talk,” she said.  I gave what I hoped was a hard look as a mixture of anger and desire rushed through my veins.  If I had been sober, I might have sent her away, but then again, maybe not.  I opened the door for her, and she walked in.

After closing the blinds and feeding my hungry cat, I came into the living room.  Megan was on the couch, so I took the seat next to her, but we were distant; there was a space between.  I looked at her as she stared straight ahead.  “I want to make it right,” she finally said, almost like a little girl.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”  And from there, we talked for a good long while, retracing all that had happened, what we wanted and what we were feeling.  The sturdy walls I had built were beginning to crumble, but the anger was still there.

Finally, I said, “I don’t know that anything can be done.  I know that it’s not fair, but I feel betrayed.”

“Please,” Megan implored.  “I’ll do anything you want to fix it.”  In spite of myself, a devilish smile came to my face.  

“Anything, eh?” I wondered.  I then knew the answer: she had to prove that she belonged to me.  “Will you do whatever I tell you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“If you hesitate, if you balk, then I want you to leave,” I explained.  “And if you leave, you’re not to come back.”  Fear glinted in her eyes, which turned me on a little.  “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Megan said, her voice meek.

“Good,” I told her, and she looked over at me, looking relieved, but nervous.  “Stand up,” I ordered. “I want to look at you.”  She did as she was told.  Megan was wearing a light blue t-shirt with the word “peace” written out in the shape of a rainbow and blue jeans.  I could see the outline of her bra, so I told her to take it off.  Megan complied, and I could feel myself getting hard.

“You like-“ Megan started to say, but I interrupted her.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I said tersely.  I was pleased by her look of surprise and the hardness of her nipples.  “You can only speak if I ask you a direct question.  Do you understand?”

Megan looked at the ground and whispered, “Yes.”

“Get on your knees,” I commanded.  Megan complied.  I then stood and moved in front of her.  “Suck my cock and make me cum.”  Instantly, her hands were reaching up and unzipping my pants and my tool sprang free.  With both hands, she caressed my shaft and balls as she sucked on the tip.  She then ran her tongue up and down the underside and as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire.  Megan worked me for a good ten minutes, kissing, sucking, licking and touching my rigid tool.  I tried to hold back, but she was good, and then I whispered, “I’m cumming.” In answer, she took my cock as deep into her mouth as she could, sucking hard.  I groaned as I climaxed, and she was moaning a little, swallowing my cum.  I then noticed that she had been rubbing herself through her jeans.  She then took my cock out and was caressing and licking me like it was an ice cream cone.  “Did you like that?” I asked.

“Yes,” Megan answered, still kissing and caressing my cock.

“You were a good girl,” I told her.  “I’ll reward you, but I didn’t give you permission to rub your pussy, so you need to be punished as well.”  Megan continued to play with my cock, which was still half hard.  “Go into the bedroom and wait for me,” I ordered.  Megan, stood, and hesitantly walked down the hall.  I then went into the garage and found some twine and put it on the kitchen counter along with some scissors.

In the bedroom, I found Megan standing at the foot of my bed.  “Get undressed,” I told her as I went to my dresser.  In the top shelf, I found a bandanna.  Megan had taken off her sandals and was pulling down her jeans.  She was wearing a thong with thin horizontal stripes, alternating blue and white.  Her t-shirt then came off and her heavy, full breasts were free.  As she pulled down her panties, I stood behind her and reached for her pussy with one hand while the other played with her nipple.  I could feel her wetness.  “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I asked.  My cock had already recovered and was hard.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good, but it’s not time yet,” I said.  I then picked up the bandanna I had pulled from the dresser. I tied it around her eyes, blinding her.  “Can you see?” I asked.  “Don’t lie to me.”

“I can’t see,” Megan said.

“Good,” I then took her by the hand and led her to the bed.  “Lay down and rub your pussy.  Make yourself cum.”  Megan’s mouth opened in protest, but no words came out.  Instead, she did as she was told.  Her left hand went up to her nipples while her right hand went to the soft, pink folds of her silken wetness.  I was entranced, watching her fingers move up and down, methodically, rhythmically.   She then exposed her clit, and traced tiny circles around it with her middle finger, before suddenly inserting one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. She was moaning a little and I was stroking my hard cock.  I wanted to fuck her, but it wasn’t time.  Now I was lying next to her, brushing her nipples and tummy with my hand.  In her ear, I whispered, “What are you imagining?”

“Fucking you,” Megan answered.

“How? Where?” I asked.

“At school,” she whispered.  “You fuck me in your classroom.  You lift my skirt and pull off my panties and fuck me hard while I’m bent over your desk.”

“Do you fantasize about that a lot?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.  “I want your cock.”

“Cum for me,” I ordered.  In answer, Megan picked up the pace.  She turned her face toward me, and I couldn’t resist.  I kissed her, sucking her tongue and gently biting her lip as her hips bucked upwards, sending her over the edge.

“Oh,” she whimpered.  Her legs clamped around her hand and she lifted her ass off the bed, her knees bent.  “Oh,” she said again.

“You were a good girl,” I whispered, followed by long, wet kiss.  “But now, I have to punish you.  Don’t move.”  I then stood and walked to the doorway.  Megan was lightly touching her pussy as she half curled up.  I then went to the kitchen and got the twine and scissors and returned to Megan.  I cut a good length off and said, “Give me your left hand.”  She complied, and I tied her to the headboard with a tricky knot I’d learned in the Boy Scouts years before.  I then did the same to her right.  “Try to get free,” I ordered.  She struggled a little but couldn’t.  “I’ll be right back.”  After a few minutes, I returned with a glass of ice and a burning candle. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes,” Megan said. Her voice trembled, a combination of fear and excitement.  I then took the candle (which smelled like cinnamon) and dripped a thin bead of hot wax on to her tummy.   A rush of air escaped Megan’s lungs in surprise and pain.  “No,” she begged. “Please.”

“Are you telling me to stop?” I asked, letting her hear the edge in my voice.

Megan paused.  “No,” she timidly said.  I then dripped wax on to her right nipple and then her left. Megan grunted in pain and squirmed a little, but said nothing.  I then dripped a little more on her thigh- an inch away from her pussy- and she jumped.  More air escaped from her lungs.

I then put the candle down and crawled beside her.  “You’re being a very good girl,” I whispered.  I peeled off the dry, but still soft wax and looked at the angry red marks.  “I burned you,” I said.  “let me make you feel better.”  I then kissed her tummy, softly, gently, lovingly.  I then moved to her nipples, and kissed and licked and sucked.  Megan rewarded me with a deep, throaty moan.  I then moved down to her leg, her inner thigh.  She spread her legs, eagerly anticipating my kisses and attention, wanting to give me easy access.

Her pussy was so wet that I couldn’t resist: I touched her lightly and rubbed her clit.  Megan moaned.  I then lowered my mouth and kissed her inner thigh, where the wax had been.  She squirmed, trying to get my lips to hers soft pink folds.  “Please,” she whined.

“What do you want,” I asked, knowing that I was being cruel.
“Lick me,” she said.  “Please.”

“Ok, but then I’ll have to punish you some more,” I warned.

“Yes. Anything,” she said.  And with that, I tasted Megan’s sweet little pussy for the very first time.  With the tip of my tongue, I traced her wet lips, up one side, down the other.  She bent her knees now, and raised her hips.  “Yes,” she whispered.  I then flattened my tongue and let her rub her pussy up and down, up and down against me. “Oh,” was all she said.  I then took the tip of my tongue and found her clit, hiding at the top.  First I kissed her, and then I flicked her nub, moving my tongue from side to side.  “I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, trying to break free of the restraints, but my knots were too strong.  In answer, I slip one finger, and then two deep inside of her and I gently sucked on her clit.  Megan thrashed against me with a loud, unrestrained moan.  “Yessss…” she said, her hips raised as the waves of her orgasm emanated from her pussy.  “God,” she said, pressing her wetness to my mouth.  Megan then let out a contented sigh.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said after a moment.  I then pulled out an ice cube and let the cold water drip on to her.  Megan jumped as each wet droplet hit her tummy, thighs and breast.  “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.  Megan hesitated and then emphatically shook her head, saying no.  I then took the ice and put it on her belly button.  From there, I moved it up to her throat and then down to her still wet pussy.  Her mouth began to shiver a little.  “If you continue to be good, I’ll fuck you. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” Megan answered quickly.

For a few more minutes, I tortured Megan with the ice, kissing her and playing with her as she struggled against the twine.  I then put the ice away and gently kissed her neck and cheek and ear.  “You did very well,” I whispered.  “It’s late though. You should go home.”

“No,” Megan begged.  “Please..” her voice trailed off.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” The distress was evident in her voice.

“Let me think about it,” I said as I stood up.  I then undressed.  Megan could hear the clink of me undoing my belt, and a silly little giggle escaped her lips.  I then crawled between her legs and rubbed the tip of my hard cock against her dripping pussy and she moaned.  “Is that what you want?”

“Yesss…” Megan hissed.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock,” she answered, trying to get my cock deep inside of her.  “Fuck me. Please…”

“I don’t know,” I said, but I let my cock go just a little deeper.

“Please fuck me,” Megan whispered.  “I’ll do anything you want…”  To reward her for the promise, I let my cock slide into her tight pussy just a little further.  Megan moaned.  “Yes. More,” she said.  I then slid my cock all the way in, and I fucked her with a slow intensity.  She leaned her head back, and so I kissed her neck and ear.  The excitement was getting too much.  I was going to cum, so I stopped.  I pulled out of her.  Megan was frustrated and exclaimed “No!” when I cut the twine freeing her.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Megan moved quickly, still blind folded with her ass now high in the air.  I moved behind her on my knees and slid my rigid, thickness into her.  We both moaned and now, I was fucking her fast and hard.

We quickly fell into a rhythm, and Megan whispered to herself, “yes..yes…yes…”  I could feel myself about to cum, but knew that Megan wasn’t there yet, so I pulled out again.  I knew that I had more control with her on top, so I laid down.  Even though Megan was still blindfolded, she knew what to do, and soon, she was on top of me, bouncing up and down, her wet pussy hungry for my cock.  I then removed the blindfold, and Megan stared at me with unashamed, raw, sensual desire and then we kissed, our tongues dancing.  Both of my hands were running up and down the length of her body.    I then squeezed her ass and pulled her into me.  “I’m cumming,” she whispered.

In response, I let go and felt myself explode.  Megan slowed down, and then stopped, breathing heavily, both of us hot and damp with sweat.  We then continued to kiss for a good long time, and then I said, “I want you all to myself.”

“I’m yours,” Megan whispered. “You can have me whenever you want.  You can do to me whatever you want.  I belong to you.  I always have.”  We then kissed some more and soon I was hard and then we fucked again.  This time I was on top, and so I pulled out, my cum exploding, hitting Megan’s belly and breasts.

When I looked at the clock, it was 3am.  “It’s late,” I said.  “Will you be in trouble?”

“Yes, but I don’t care,” she answered.  We then got up and showered together, our hands caressing each other’s bodies.  When I got hard again, she leaned her ass into me, and my cock easily slid in.  This time, she was the one who came quickly.  Afterwards, we dried off, and Megan picked up her clothes, considering them.  “Can I stay?” she asked, hopefully.

“Your mother will worry,” I pointed out.

“She won’t care,” Megan assured me; we both knew it was a lie, but I wanted her to stay.  In answer, I reached for her, and Megan coiled around me.  She fell asleep in my arms, purring and content as I caressed her hair, and in all my life, I don’t think I had ever been happier.

Graduation came and went, and Megan was true to her word: she belonged to me.   For weeks, she’d come over on a daily basis, and we did little more than fuck and hold each other in the late morning light.  If I had to tell the truth, I’d say that we both fell in love, and though the fantasy of us being together was an intriguing topic, it had to remain just that: a fantasy.  I had a career (which our relationship would destroy) and she had college (which was 600 miles away).  

After we made love that last time in late August, Megan’s pretty green eyes were wet with tears.  “Don’t be sad,” I whispered.  “I’ll see you in November.”  And then she was gone, and I started counting the days, impatiently waiting for her return.




Megan Ch. 07



Chapter 07 -- THREE

Katey's apartment was significantly bigger than mine, with ceilings quite a bit higher. Apparently it connected to the floor above, so it had an almost 20 foot living room and a balcony in her apartment. Her furniture was also bigger than mine, bigger than average even, just the right size for her, too big for me, and still too small for Megan. This set-up, combined with the two girls' towering heights, made me feel even smaller than usual. 

Megan was a few steps behind me, struggling with the door. This world really wasn't built for her; she hit the doorframe with her shoulder and I though the whole wall would go down the way it shook. She still wore the white t-shirt torn at the sleeves and back from threatening Matt before, and below a wide, loosely-flowing, knee-length dress that hid her enormous thighs. 

"Megan, how much have you really grown?"

"Well, I don't know yet, but I guess at least 6 inches judging by how tall you are in comparison to these girls," she said lightly caressing one of her breasts. "But then again, they've grown as well, so who knows."

Then, turning to her Amazonian sister: "Wow, Katey your place is quite big, much bigger than Joey's, a girl can really stretch in here." And she did, using the opportunity to stretch her wonderful body, Megan stood upon her toes and stretched her arms all the way up. 

"I would love to grow this big for you, my little man," she said indicating the highest point she could reach, about 10 feet high. "But then I'd have to be really careful not to stomp my little Joey." I swallowed hard remembering the dream I'd just had in which a 10 and-a-half-foot tall Megan raped me and crushed my body like a grape in a moment of passion. 

"By the way Joey, I have a present for you," Megan continued. "I was thinking of you the other day, and I got soo horny I could hardly control myself. I grabbed a cooking pot and used the handle to relieve myself, and also to practice something Katey taught me. I brought the pot for you to see how much my muscles want you." She handed me a pot that looked like it was run over by a steamroller. The metal part was completely flat, almost paper thin, and the handle was crushed and mangled.

"What the..."

"Katey was teaching me how to use the muscles inside my little kitty; they are much stronger than I thought, so I need to learn how to control them. It was so difficult to do while thinking of you, and my thighs just went ballistic on the poor thing. It took them mere seconds to flatten it."

"I feel a bit horny again; I want you to slap my ass. You're my boyfriend now, I want you to do it often." I sheepishly extended my hand slapping that immense expanse of flesh almost as tall as my shoulder. 

"No Tiny, not like that. I want you to slide your hand under my dress and then slap it." I did as she asked sliding my hand along the immense muscles in her thighs and circling around the expanse of her ass, my hand looked so insignificant compared to even only one of her cheeks. I gave her a light slap.

"Harder, boyfriend, and grab it also."

I tried slapping harder, and grabbing; it was incredibly soft to the touch and I could feel massive muscles dancing underneath. 

"Like this, Tiny..." and one of her hands grabbed a handful of ass shaking it and slapping it red, if I had not moved my hand she would have probably broken my fingers. 

"Heh heh, a few more inches and I could hide you under my skirt. You should also let me sit in your lap now, like proper boyfriend and girlfriend."

"But Megan, you might be a bit too big for..."

"Let's try, I'll be careful."

Feeling slightly woozy, I sat down on the couch. On a normal couch, I could put my feet on the floor and sink into the couch. In this case, the seat was so long that if I sat back completely my knees didn't reach the end of the seat. Megan sat right next to me, turned slightly, and placed her thighs in my lap. Put together and spread out by the couch, they were as wide as my legs were long. And they were heavy -- brutally so. There was just too much muscle in them, each of her legs must be at least a hundred pounds of muscle. 

"Are you ready?"

"Wait, wh...."

She raised herself on her hand and slid over onto my lap.

"Megan, you're breaking my legs! Please!"

"But I didn't even lower my weight fully... oh well, how about like this." She swiftly got up, hiked her skirt and lowered her weight again. This time I sank between her thighs and ass cheeks, so only a smaller portion of her weight was actually on me. She was still so heavy that I could hardly breathe... but I could survive it. She lowered her skirt completely covering me. One of her hands found my erection and began stroking it through my pants. She used her other hand to touch herself.

"Ohh Tiny, I like you like this... very very much. I could have you hidden under my dress like this in public and rape you without anyone knowing." 

Her thighs also reacted, the huge muscles contracting mercilessly on my legs and pushing them into the sofa. She leaned forward spreading her ass cheeks and started lightly rubbing against me, sliding the sofa back and forth without even noticing. Luckily Katey came in at the moment.

"Hey, where's the shrimp?" Megan spread her legs showing my tiny ones between. "Neat! He's completely invisible. You could rape him in public like that, just don't sit too hard on him or he might end up in a hospital," she finished unnecessarily. "Come on, Megan, I have a present for you."

"Joey, find the tape measure; I want you to measure us when we return. And bring the scale from the bathroom."

"Oh yes, ha ha," Megan laughed, and I could feel her immense frame lifting off me. "Ohh, I like how you squirm under me; I think I'll be doing that to you a lot!"

Megan and Katey disappeared into another room. While I was looking for the tape measure I could hear Megan's gasp of surprise and a grunt from Katey, I guess she just got one of Megan's trademark bone-crushing hugs, after that only giggles and whispers could be heard from the room. I found the tape measure, and finally the scale. It was a massive affair with a height measure, that could weigh up to 1000 pounds, and it must have weighed at least a hundred pounds; I could hardly lift it. I stopped and laughed at this point; I was barely able to drag something that was probably lighter than one of my girlfriend's legs. 

Now... hmm, Megan is about 8 feet tall and I can reach to a maximum of 7 feet when on the tips of my toes; the scale platform is 6 inches high, meaning 8'6". Hmm, even a chair would be hardly enough.... I dragged the scale to the stair leading to the upper gallery. If the stairs are 6 inches each, I would need only three to reach, and then another three to be as tall as Megan, so I positioned the scale below the sixth step.

Katey was the first to come out, ducking beneath the door frame with 10" shoes on her feet... and absolutely nothing fucking else, her F-cups bouncing into each other as she swayed sexily into the room. I was so distracted by the sight that I didn't even notice Megan coming in behind me.

"Joooeeeey," she cooed from right behind me. 

As I was turning around she dropped her dress over my head and pressed my face hard into her snatch.

"Ooohhhh... I looove these shoes! He's the perfect size now, I can hide him under my dress! Thank you, Katey. And you my man are now the right size to kiss my little kitty... finally. Mhmm... mmmm... oohh.... Bite me little one"

"Damn he looks so tiny between those monstrous thighs of yours, but you might wanna let him breathe as well."

"Joey, thank Katey also for these."

"Em, wha... w...."

"For these silly," and with a very loud thud Megan planted one massive foot -- in immense 12-inch platform shoes -- right next to my foot, completely dwarfing it... and also almost loosing her balance.

I slowly stammered out a thank you. Megan meanwhile tore off her dress, standing in her full naked glory in front of me. I was as tall as her vagina; each of her thighs was wider than my entire body. Looking up, I could see her monstrous breasts barely within reach obscuring her face. In my dream she was much bigger compared to the apartment, but about the same size to me as she is now.

"Mhmm, I love these! A few more inches and I can step over you completely."

"He's a bit shocked, Megan; how about those measurements then. And after that, shrimp," she took out a bottle of baby oil, "you have to oil us."

"Oh he prepared everything near the stairs so he can reach. So cute." She stood on the scale.

"C'mon, let's see how tall we are now."

I went up the stairs. My original plan of 6 steps brought me to the middle of Megan's breasts. She used the opportunity to giggle and bury my head in her cleavage. It took three more whole steps to equal Megan, the scale, and heels. I was now as tall as Megan, and also almost five and a half feet in the air. 

"Oooh, Tiny," she exclaimed picking me up over the stair railing, lifting me high up into the air and then, while kissing me, wrapped me into her meaty arms, crushing all breath out of me. I almost fell down when she put me back down.

"Wow," Katey said, "if you get any stronger you'll accidentally kill him with a hug like that."

The scale had a built-in mark at 7 feet, all I had to do was measure the difference; and so I did, marking the tape at 2 feet, 4 inches.

"That means that you are, well, with the shoes... 9 feet and 4 inches, so actually 8-feet 4-inches tall. Megan, you grew 6 inches in a week!" Holy fuck!

"Mmm, yes. And I was wondering why I was so hungry all the time. And also horny," she said with a wink.

"Okay, Katey's turn... hey, what about the two of us together," Megan said, lifting Katey up onto her shoulders. The two women now formed an almost 11-foot-tall tower of breasts, asses, and muscular female perfection.

"Hmm," Katey mused from her perch on high, "Joey, go and sit on the upper level, I want to try something. And Megan, do something about his clothes first."

Megan reached out, grabbing a handful of clothes on each side of my body, and simply pulled them all apart in one violent motion. As soon as I sat down on the balcony, my legs hanging over the edge through the railing, Katey took my penis in her mouth. She was at just the right level to give me blowjob while I was sitting on a balcony.

"Nice idea" Megan said. "Let me also try something; I wanna play with your kitty. Let him go for a moment." 

Katey released my pole and Megan lifted Katey up off her shoulders, turned around facing into the room, and replaced Katey with her snatch just below her chin. Megan then let her tongue slide into Katey's kitty while Katey was working hard on my erection. I could see her face suddenly turn to absolute shock as she discovered the astounding length of Megan's tongue burying itself deep in her vagina.

Katey dropped my cock and exclaimed: "What IS that thing? Jesus Christ, how... how loooooong...! oooh, MEGAN!" Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she experienced an unexpected orgasm from Megan's foot-long tongue. 

"Give Tiny to me; I want him in me now."

Still seated upon Megan's shoulders, Katey was firmly clutching Megan's head with her legs and still shaking in orgasm, but Megan was impatient. She turned around again to face me, reached up and tore out the supports of the railing, and pulled me down. Her arms exploded in muscle as she was holding both of us effortlessly. She stood me on one of Katey's wooden kitchen chairs.

"I want you soo bad, Tiny. I've been thinking of you the entire week." My penis was still fully erect from having just been in Katey's expert mouth and its tip was near her gate.

"I couldn't even train, I just ended up destroying all the equipment. I am completely loosing my mind over you!" And her vagina simply swallowed my erection, Megan landing massively in my lap, one arm crushing me against her body. Her breasts were now so big that my head was buried in them even though she was so much taller. And with each heavy THUD of her ass on my lap, her breasts would slap my face painfully. Dear god, she was really horny! And speeding up. She grabbed the chair back and simply tore it away, to be able to hold me with her arm, and her thighs were crushing the chair; the wooden seat broke, as did the legs of the chair. I could feel the crushing embrace of her titanic thighs on my pelvis as we fell down to the floor, the seat crushed between those insanely huge teenage thighs. She continued pounding me into the floor, her lovely hair cascading around us, her breasts slapping in the air above me heavily into each other, her pussy gripping me as I had never been before. 

"Oh yes, yes Tiny! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she was screaming as she threw Katey on the sofa. Megan hypnotized me with those sexy deep blue eyes; I didn't even feel the pain anymore as she pounded me into the floor. And with a loud scream she came, her thighs ballooning with power, her body growing above me, and one of her fists actually punching a hole in the floor. Her legs pressed me really hard but she didn't break anything; she was really being careful. Although seeing and hearing her punch a hole through the floor scared me shitless.

After only a minute, Megan was recovered and ready to continue.

"Now about those measurements, Tiny... quickly, before I tear you apart," Megan said and rolled off of me, lying on her back.

Wow. She had just fucked me right through a chair and punched a hole in the floor; of course I obeyed. Katey, who was still in shock, followed me to be measured. She was 7'10" in her shoes (7 feet even barefoot), and weighed in at 250 pounds. 

The scale groaned in protest when Megan stood on it and the numbers kept spinning a while, finally stopping at 740 pounds. 

"Holy fuck, Megan," Katey exclaimed, "that's almost three times my own weight, and at least five times the twerp's; are you sure he can survive you?"

"That's what we are, mhmmm..." Megan said pumping her body. She took a melon from the table and placed it in her cleavage. "Gonna find mhmm... out. Either he survives or mhmmmm...." And with an audible moan, the juice exploded from within her cleavage.

"Mhmmm... my muscles really did grow a bit lately. Wanna measure them? Here measure my bicep," she said pumping away. The problem was she was pumping away 8 feet in the air, so I climbed the stairs. Before my face was a huge hunk of meat growing to the size of my waist as she flexed it. Her arm was almost as big as my body. I circled her bicep with the tape; it measured 32 inches. Just to check, I measured my waist: 34 inches. 

"Megan, your arm is almost as big as my waist; it's only two inches smaller.

"Looks like I have a little more muscle to gain to be big enough for my big guy.... I'll have to work my arms harder. Now measure my chest." She knelt down, her massive chest heaving, pumping, growing.... 

"First put the tape under my breasts." I obeyed, lifting each heavy breast. Megan's eyes were following me lustfully, her nipples erect. I could see it wouldn't take long for her to loose control again. Her chest measured 68 inches. 

"Now over my breasts, Tiny. I want to know how big they are getting for you. I had to buy new bras just the other day." The 100-inch tape was just barely enough to measure the 96 inches over her breasts. Just imagine: her chest a full eight feet around! She stood up again for the other measurement. I swear I will never get used to that. Her waist was next; at 38 inches, just slightly bigger than her arm. Her ass at 65 inches, and finally the part I was afraid of: her thighs. I had to pull my arms around her thigh, and I knew it was a trap just waiting to crush something.

"Come on Tiny, don't be afraid; they don't bite, they just squeeze," she said rubbing her thighs together, making grow into each other. As she relaxed, I gave one of her thighs a hug with the tape measure. I could almost reach the widest part of her thigh without bending. As I put my arms around it, I could feel her thigh growing, spreading my arms apart. I felt like I was holding on for dear life, as those brutally massive muscles grew and pulsed in my embrace. When she was done I could barely reach around, and her legs were hot from all the muscles working. Just as I was about to pull out, her other thigh grew as well trapping my arm painfully. 

"Ohh, did my little leg trap you? Sorry, here you go," she said releasing me. Each of her thighs was an incredible 50 inches around, and both legs put together were a massive 80 inches! I was standing there underneath my goddess shocked as she smiled down at my insignificant frame.

"Don't you guys forget about me," Katey said and wrapped her perfect body around Megan's curves, bending her head upwards for a kiss. Megan sunk her tongue deep inside Katey's mouth. Katey was deep-throating Megan's tongue and their hands were all over each other. Megan's massive hands playing with Katey's booty and breasts made them seem tiny in comparison. Katey's hands roamed the expanse of Megan's body, caressing her muscles. 

Just as I though they'd forgotten about me, Megan brought me in between them holding me by my skull, the back of my head firmly against Megan's hot wet snatch. Katey adjusted, wrapping her long legs around Megan's hips and pressing her snatch firmly against my face. Katey whispered something to Megan and Megan used one of her powerful arms to lift Katey's snatch to her face and turn her upside down. This brought Katey's cleavage to my face and her mouth to my erection. Megan crouched down slightly, wrapping her thighs powerfully around my body. Despite the pain I was in heaven. Katey was sliding up and down Megan's body rubbing her breasts against me and sucking on my erection as Megan's tongue was now buried 12 inches deep in her pussy. Megan's rubbing against my head became more urgent needy, and as Katey was starting to scream in another orgasm, Megan bent over, grabbed me by the legs lifting me up and stepped through my legs. I was now hanging by my legs upside down between Megan's monstrous thighs. As her thighs convulsed on me crushingly she guided my erection into her vagina.

"Ohhh... Megan, dear god, I love that tongue! Don't forget what I told you."

I could feel suddenly painful pressure not only from her thighs but from her vagina as well. It became so painful I had started screaming.

"Oh, sorry Tiny! I have to practice a bit more not to hurt my little Joey. I'll try harder not to hurt you."

The pressure relaxed but my penis was still in a vice, and Megan was banging me against her harder and harder.

"Megan, you're... gonna rip... me apart. Please!"

"Ooohhh, just a few more seconds, Tiny. Ooohhhh... a few more... aaahhh. Ohh, Joeeeyy...!" My feet were going numb from her grip, I felt like she was going to tear me in two, slamming me against her vagina, and as she came I could hear my ribs creaking under the pressure of her thighs. Releasing my penis from her vaginal grip she casually lifted me by one leg to her face giving me a kiss.... Dear Lord, I thought to myself, she really was capable of ripping both of us apart in a moment of passion. 

"Oh, Honey. I think I have to do something for you as well. I know; you'll love this." One massive arm supporting me she surrounded my erection with her breasts, and soon Katey also joined her. They were both tit fucking me with their oiled breasts, Megan's tongue passionately licking the tip, and Katey's mouth wrapping around the tip of my penis and Megan's tongue.... I came like a firecracker spraying cum all over their breasts, completely covering them. I was completely spent, on the verge of falling asleep. 

"Oh how cute, you look so tired... but I want more, Tiny." 




Megan Ch. 07



"Oh, I almost forgot I'll be right back" Katey said as Megan was kissing my limp erection, and playing with her clit.

"Ta daaa!" Katey said reappearing with a massive strap-on dildo, almost as big as me. "Now the twerp can get a rest while I fuck you."

"Mhmm. Oh Katey, I love your thinking; I just hope you're ready for this," Megan said rising to her 9-foot 4-inch high-heeled height and stalking threateningly towards Katey. But she was swift, and nimble, going around Megan and hugging her from the back. Megan liked the game and went down on her knees for Katey. But when she got really horny she jumped Katey, tossing her on the floor and jumping her bones, grinding her into the floor. Taking Katey's lessons seriously, she mauled the strap-on with her pussy, completely destroying it in the process.

Katey also suggested to Megan that I use a helmet while eating her, so she could let go safely. When we tested it with a watermelon. Her thighs wrapped themselves hungrily around the helmet and crushed it, followed by the watermelon in a gory explosion. Concluding that the helmet would actually make things worse, I reluctantly placed my head between Megan's thighs still covered in the red sticky juice like some pagan altar. Katey and I alternated eating Megan for two hours until her drive went down. Since it was already very late, Katey invited us to stay at her place tonight. We both joined Katey in her bed, Megan holding onto me like a teddy bear, not letting go. In the bed she placed me right next to her, pressing me hard against her powerful body, and pulling in Katey in front of me. My penis was lodged in between Katey's soft ass cheeks and her massive leg covered me. 

"Good night, Tiny; rest well, for tomorrow will be along day for you."



Megan Ch. 08



Chapter 8 - Full Moon

Although I knew I needed to rest properly for tomorrow, sleeping with Megan proved anything but simple. Firstly her supercharged metabolism made her body like a living furnace and at any attempt of moving away, a ham sized palm would press into my chest, hugging me closer, gently, but strong enough to hear my ribs crackle under the pressure.

That -- or because she wanted to give us privacy -- was the reason Katey moved out of the bed after a short while. 

As Katey moved away Megan pulled me in closer, dropping her massive thigh over me. I could now feel almost the full weight of her 100-pound, heavily-muscled leg on my body. My head was resting on top of one of her massive breasts, while the other one was resting on top of my head. 20 pounds of the softest most kneadable flesh in existence serving as my pillow. 

Just as I was starting to get comfortable in Megan's massive powerful arms, despite the weight and heat, she started adjusting her position. Rolling on her back she pulled me along, my back turned to her, my shoulders now wedged under her breasts. One of her arms placed around me, holding her breasts together by its massiveness alone. It was difficult breathing under 40 pounds of breast and the weight of her massive arm, but at least I was free from her thigh. 

Her other hand, as always when we were sleeping, was holding my flaccid erection, occasionally giving it a light squeeze and a tug, as if she was constantly testing it to see when it will get ready. Thank god I was completely exhausted, from before. 

My penis dropped down over Megan's pussy covering it, and I could feel her pussy warming up. She must have noticed, because she turned on her side trapping my body between those mammoth 50" thighs; their weight alone was causing me serious discomfort. 

"Mhmm... yes Joey... ooohhh yes, I reaallly like that... mhmm...." She was still asleep and dreaming. 

Then it started, first her thighs tightened around me, her arm firmly pressing my body between her legs. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy it was like an oven. Her breasts firmly closed around my head now, she was slowly rubbing my body into her pussy and contracting it with her thighs. Soon her hand closed around my skull and pushed down. The other hand preparing her pussy for my face, her finger casually tearing through the fabric as if wasn´t there, like spiderweb. She laid my head on her thigh, pushing it close to her snatch. Her other thigh closed slowly and relentlessly over my head. I think I know now how people about to be hanged feel like. 

Her heavy meaty thigh spilled over my head its crushing weight luckily distributed around my head. I thought what might happen if she accidentally tightened her thighs, or if she orgasmed with me trapped like this. There would be nothing left of my head. I decided not to arouse her, afraid of her crushing orgasm, but she would have nothing of it. Her thigh gradually increasing weight on my head until I could take it no more. My head was trapped like a little grape between those two massive 50" crushers, I had to lick for my life. 

Her snatch was scalding hot, luckily when I licked, bit and nibbled on her clitoris her legs relaxed, but if I stopped for instant the pressure would return. So I licked away waiting for the orgasm and my death. A few minutes later, my prison of thighs started twitching in orgasm, and her juices flooded my face. Surprisingly her thighs relaxed completely, silently twitching around my head. I could feel deep ripples of muscle within her leg. The amount of power in those things is unbelievable. 

'Fuck,' I thought, 'She is horny even in her dreams; must be the growth. How will I ever survive this weekend. If only Katey was here to wake her up... hmm like that would stop her.'

No rest was given to me after her orgasm I had to continue, I was sweating like crazy between her thighs. Three twitching orgasms later she opened her legs pulling me back up. And just when I was starting to hope she was done with me for the night, my penis almost fully erect as it now was got stuck near her vagina as she was pulling me.

"Mhmmm... ohhh, Tiny... yes..." apparently she was still asleep and just reacting reflexively, guiding my penis inside of her vagina, ever so slowly squeezing my hips with those monstrous thighs, and burying me inside of her all the way. 

Once I was inside completely, Megan rolled her immense body on top of me, covering me with over 700 pounds of muscle. I was completely unable to move, I couldn't even yell as my jaw was immobilized between massive breasts, the only thing I could do was make a mumbling sound, that had no chance of waking Megan, and breathe through the gaps between the imprisoning breasts. 

Her hands found my hands and gripped me with deadly force as her hips started pumping up and down gliding on my erection. As her breathing shortened and the grip in her vagina tightened she started moving her entire body grinding it against me, pounding me into the bed. Just before the first orgasm, her hands found the sides of the bed gripping the metal frame, and with a sickly metal bending sound, twisted and bent the bars inward with her orgasm. Her thigh trying to get a grip on me, like chubby fingers gripping a needle. 

"mhmmmmmm... oohhhhh........." she grumbled loudly, spreading her legs in a full split and rolling up into a sitting position, a significant bit of her weight on my pelvis. She forced her massive thumb into my mouth. Afraid that if I resisted she would just jam it down my mouth straight through my teeth and jaw without any effort, I complied sucking it.

Trying to find a better position, her legs landed on the floor with a heavy thud, easily reaching the floor because her hands already bent the frame. At first she just gently circled her hips on top of me, but again as she got excited, one hand gripped the bedhead and the other brutally massive hand covering my entire ribcage, threatening to cave it in with one playful squeeze, gently crushing my ribs.

She started moving her body faster, anchoring her legs and taking me and the entire bed along for the ride. She cut a groove in the floor with the bed legs. As she did her thighs were also bending the sides of the bed to the floor, and when they finally made contact with the floor her legs started bending the frame inward coming closer to me. 

Abused as I was, having an 8'4" amazon girl rape me all night and nearly crush me to death several times, however accidentally, made me brutally horny, all I needed was some breathing space. Now that I had it and that I could see Megan's body in all it's glory jumping on top of me huge breasts crashing into each other pressed together by arms as wide as my waist. Not to mention seeing her absolutely mammoth 50" thighs slowly turning the metal bed frame into a total wreck. I came with a vengeance, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into Megan, enough for it to spill out of her, covering my belly. Megan´s own orgasm continued along, she had one orgasm for each spurt I shot into her. 

Not even bothering to take my erection out of her, finally satisfied, she just collapsed on top of me, making the almost wrecked bed squeal sickly. She somehow managed to find her place on what was left of the bed and started silently snoring away in her dreams. It took most of my strength just to breathe under her immense body. Praying that I survive, I passed out into sleep buried under my 8-foot 4-inch tall, 740-pound amazon girlfriend, hoping to survive until morning. 

***

I woke up, to the sight of Megan's wide massive shoulders. Apparently while I was asleep I somehow ended up on her back. 

"Good morning, Tiny." I could hear Megan's voice chirping from under me. She turned her head, smiled at me and immediately I was lost in those deep blue eyes. I was quite a bit battered, bruised and tender all over. Most of my body was somehow abused by her overpowering strength, not the least including her 740-pound frame falling asleep over me. 

"I'm... ehm... not sure what happened during the night, Tiny. Did you try to have sex with me while I was sleeping? That's not the wisest choice, since I have no control of my self when asleep and I am a heavy sleeper."

"Ehmm... Megan, you are not a sleepwalker, you're a sleep rapist. You fucked me to exhaustion all night, and almost crushed me by humping my body and falling asleep on top of me."

"Ohhh... so It was my fault. Sorry about that, I had no idea I could do that. But it was so funny seeing you this morning, pinned under me, trying to breathe. But I'm sorry, I really am. Why didn't you try to wake me up?"

"I... well... you can be a hard negotiator while sleeping, and let's just leave it at that. But, what's all this," I said just noticing that the surroundings had changed. We were on the floor in another room, Megan's hands were spread wide, handcuffed and anchored to the floor in front of her, making her back appear endlessly wide. I leaned against her back raising my body up.

"Oh, yes Honey... Katey helped me prepare a surprise for you before she left. She said that since I always abuse your tiny little helpless body, this time I should let you be in charge. So she tied me up, and placed you on top of me as a nice surprise." 

She was dressed in a sexy little set of black underwear, and matching black stockings, ending in her sexiest 6" stilettos. Her arms tied spread, and her legs tied together, and cuffed, and anchored to the floor... I was place on top of her massive ass, my penis placed between her ass cheeks.

"Hey, Joey..." She gave my penis a playful squeeze with her ass cheeks snapping me out of my daze.

"Ehm... yes..."

"Because of last night... I want you to," her voice slowing down "...punish me... 'cause I've been a bad girl"

"Ehm... Megan...what..."

"You should punish your little girl; I've been naughty." And to emphasize her presence, she swayed her ass. I barely managed to hold on as a sea of flesh rolled in front of me. I like this, and despite being completely worn out from yesterday I could barely contain myself at the sight of her immense ass.

"I have an idea... I'll be right back."

"Better hurry, or I might have to spank you instead... mhmm"

I ran to find the oil Katey had yesterday. I spent the following hour oiling my massive amazon's body; her immense back, shoulders, and biceps as big around as my hips. Sensing the raw power in each centimetre of her body. Too weak to knead her muscles with my hands, I tried walking on her back. It was amazing how she didn't even feel me; I was like a fly going up and down with her heaving chest. 

I spent almost half the time playing with her immense ass, massaging, kneading. Even emulating tit fucking with her ass cheeks, but my hands proved too weak to hold the massive flesh together. 

Doing that I noticed my erection seemed a bit larger today than normal. I grabbed the tape measure conveniently close, and measure 18 inches. It has probably grown from all the pulling, and abusing Megan put it through. 

Megan seems lost in passion from all the caressing, and massaging, constantly moaning. So I decide to penetrate her. 

"Oh... yes Joey... be my big man.... Fuck me hard"

I slap her ass as hard as I can, watching it in its oiled glory swaying massively. 

"Harder Tiny, harder... slap my big fat ass.... Make me cum...."

"Did you notice, Megan that my penis had grown... about 2 inches...." I say penetrating the last two inches.... 

"Ohhh... Fuuuckk... Joey.... That's really deep... ooohhhh.... Fuck my pussy hard." She was completely lost, screaming obscenities. And as I slid in once more, her hands tore the restraints without even noticing, just to get a better leverage. She was still trying to pretend they could hold her. Once more and I could feel her orgasm swelling. 

She came like she always did: explosively. Arching like a cat, her back muscles expanding, thighs bunching up, and destroying all the leg restraints as they spread. And then she swiftly spun around.

"Let me see it, Tiny. I want to touch it." ...Hunger in her eyes... her fingers grabbing onto my erection mauling it.... In a blink of an eye, her tongue, and breasts were wrapped around it, and her head was bobbing up and down on top of it.

Dripping a significant amount of oil between her breasts, she pressed them together with brutal force and moved them like pistons until I shot a cleavage full of sperm.

"Mhmm... your turn..." she said kneeling, and holding me upside-down, face to her snatch, closing her legs around my head. Meanwhile she was hungrily sucking on my penis waiting for it to get up again. 

As it did, she would clamp tightly on it with her hand, and later vaginal muscles, not letting it go down until she was done. She repeated this in several cycles. After the second time, I passed out for the first time, after the third time I was passed out most of the time....

Megan didn't mind, for her it was growth period, and her body demanded sex constantly. It wasn't even noon on the first day and I couldn't stand up any-more; I could barely lift my arm. And my monstrous girlfriend, although sweating from all the abuse, was barely starting.

"Hmm... Tiny, how about we get you something to eat and we can start again. I'm feeling horny again"

"No... Megan please! I cannot... I don't have any strength left... I can't even move."

"But you don't have to move; I can do everything for you," she said rubbing the lump in my pants. 

"But Megan, I need some rest; you will kill me like this.... Please."

"Mhmm... OK... if you really want it like that.... I have an idea then. I can work off some steam in the gym, and I can pump up my body just for you. Make it big and strong... show you what it can do just for you... Mhmm... I get goosebumps just thinking of showing you how big my body can get."

"Maybe I should sleep it over at home rather."

"Oh... come on don't be a spoil sport. Well anyway, if you don't want to go, you should just say so," she says shoving her massive nipple in my mouth.

"Mhmmfmffm"

"What was that... you really want to come watch grow massive for you? Well you should have said so immediately. Come on let's go then."



Megan Ch. 09



Chapter 9 -- THE GYM

It was barely noon on the first day of the weekend, and I was already scarcely standing on my feet thanks to the intensive lovemaking sessions with my new girlfriend. 

I was currently sitting on a couch watching her pull on her training clothes. Although too tired to move I couldn't help responding to the sight of Megan's 8'4" amazonian body; skimpy clothes desperately trying to contain the 760 pounds of muscle, breast and ass. Well, skimpy on her. While I was holding the stretchy pants for her I noticed they were almost as tall as me, and wide enough that I could fit in one legging, without any stretching. It made sense; those leggings had to host Megan's massive thighs, which could grow to 50" when fully expanded. 

The pants fit her snugly, and she used a very thick and resilient sports bra to contain her over 40-pound breasts, and press them firmly against her torso. Even so compressed, they were still intimidating in their size. On top of all that she wore a massive white t-shirt, which fit snugly around her enormous arms. 

She swayed her heavy hips towards me, snapping me out of my daze by lifting me up and planting a big long wet kiss on my lips.

Rrrriiippp... Her t-shirt gave way as her arm bunched into a muscle bigger than my head.

"Ohhh Joey, I just love how my muscles grow for you. It's like they just want to swallow you up. I better take some spare clothes; who knows what might happen to this little outfit. I'm afraid my body might just burst out of it for my man." Her nipples were now straining the sports bra, large and thick defying the material. 

"Megan, maybe you should let me stay at home and rest," I said thinking how this little display of dominance aroused her and afraid of what a visit to the gym might do.

"But Joey, you're my boyfriend and I want to show off in front of everyone for you. I never went to a public gym before; you know I was too ashamed. But if you're there with me I know I can do it, if you are not ashamed of me."

"No Megan, I could never be ashamed of you, it's just that..." I tried.

"Perfect then. Just gimme a sec; one more detail for my big man," she interrupted me, and disappeared into the hall, returning wearing her 6" heeled training shoes.

"Wouldn't want to look too small for my big man, now would I?" she said, leaning on my shoulder with one hand to put on her shoes, lifting her navel to my eye level, and moving her face further away. 

"That's what I love about you Joey, I never feel too big next to you. A few more inches and I will be tall enough to walk over you. What a rush that would be. I can only imagine the sight I must be from your viewpoint, knowing that I could do anything I want with you," she says lifting me in the air. 

"Knowing that my muscles could break every bone in your body with a simple hug if I wasn't careful, not to mention what my thighs could do to your whole body in the heat of passion." She was rubbing my -- at this point -- quite massive erection. She ripped it out of my pants, placing it on top of her immense cleavage.

"Look at the size of that thing. It's like it was made especially for me, and is growing with me. Even before you could barely find a woman who could take it, and now that it has grown for me, I am the only one who can take it in," she said, pushing it between her massive breasts hiding the impossibly large thing with only the head peeking at the top. She was right; it was now up to my chin and thicker than a beer can. 

"And even though I'm being really careful not to hurt you, you can barely walk after less than 24 hours with me. I love that little body of yours so much that I want to pounce on you and ride you until you cannot move." Her fingers were working her pussy furiously, the tip of her long tongue going over my penis tip, my hips started moving almost on their own, rubbing against her massive breasts, watching the two 20-pound balloons jiggle in response.

"I almost crushed you to death just by falling asleep on top of you; imagine what I will be able to do to you when I grow bigger, stronger, more powerful. Even only one of my legs is now almost as heavy as you, and sooo much stronger. With every kiss I can feel your tiny body trying to resist, I could easily choke you with my 12-inch tongue; even suck all the air out of your tiny lungs if I take a sharp breath."

"I can do anything I want with your sexy little body, and with each inch I grow I feel more and more like a goddess little one... And I want to grow more for you, I want to be the biggest thing you have ever seen..." her eyes were half closed now...

"You already are, my... goddess," I stammered, each hand on one giant breast, starting to cum. Her plump fat lips closed on my member, her tongue wrapping around the shaft milking it. She sucked on the large knob, sucking every last drop out of me almost painfully while shaking in orgasm herself. Her body tensing, her breasts crushing me against the wall as she was lost in waves of pleasure. 

Back on the floor I was now a few inches away from her massive womanhood. It was drenched and pulsed with heat. I couldn't control myself and gave her a kiss on the large lips, she cooed happily, her hand closing around my skull like a vice. The smell of her arousal was permeating and overpowering, and incredibly it made me hard again! She felt my tool hit her leg on the way up. She smiled down to me between her breasts and kneeled the few inches needed to guide my knob into her.

"Oh Tiny, you're hard for me again, I love the way you take care of me. I could never find anyone else good enough for me," she said crouching down, her pussy swallowing my erection until her crotch came to the right level for me, my erection completely inside of her. She bent her upper body kissing me slowly gently, her powerful vaginal muscles working my tool until I shot a second load, and my knees buckled from the effort. Megan looked down into my face with a happy gentle smile and shuddered in orgasm as I was spurting inside of her. 

"Ohhhh...Joey, I love you, you little man. I love your little body so much It takes all of my willpower not to jump you and fuck you silly, but I know you need a break, so let's go to the gym before I tear you apart."

Interestingly enough, when Megan's large pussy was again in front of my face, as she got up, I could feel the stirring in my groin again. I quickly turned around before she noticed, afraid she might reconsider. This was the fastest recovery ever, and with its current size, that was incredible. What was this girl's body doing to me, I wondered. 

***

"Yes, well I normally always train in my private gym. I was always too afraid of how people might laugh at me in a public gym. Just like I was always hiding my body. Wearing long skirts to hide my meaty thighs," Megan was telling me on the way to the gym.

"But your legs are beautiful," I interjected

"No, well please don't interrupt I want to tell you this. I have met guys before who liked my big strong body, and would look at my muscles in lust. But they were always too afraid when they saw my body grow and what it can do to them. But you were the first one who taught me how to love my body, and even though I could break you like a twig you are not afraid of me. So when I am with you, I can be proud of my body; proud of how strong I am for you; to show it off in public for my boyfriend, so everyone can see that we belong to each other. I just hope I can make you proud."

"I couldn't be more proud."

"Well the only thing is if we go to the public gym, I won't be able to show you my private place. The place I spend hours and hours, all of my equipment, and the machines my body crushed while thinking of that cute little body of yours. To show you just how much you make me hot. Should we maybe go there, I don't know."

Thinking of spending several hours with this lustful teenage amazon sex goddess, alone in her inner sanctum would normally sound very alluring, but I was worried. This was a place she normally went to control her outbursts of power and lust, her safe heaven, a place where she could let go. I was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself there, and things might really get bad for me. So I said: 

"No, no Megan, There's plenty of time later. We can go to the nearest place now."

"OK then, god I hope they are well equipped. I really want to show off for you. By the way I noticed a gym around the corner with a sign offering free training to anyone who can beat the local champion. A local champion must be very strong; he also has some medals I guess. I always wondered how strong I am compared to these guys, I hope I can be stronger than them so I don't embarrass my big man."

It occurred to me as I was watching her hulking 8'10" frame trying to enter the gym doors, bending and twisting, what a shock she must be to other people. I was still stupefied seeing the 760-pound muscle amazon. The first time I saw her, I was literally dumbfounded, and when she showed me her 50" inch thighs in high heels, I fell on my ass in shock. And now she was even bigger and not shy any-more but proud of her body, exuding an aura of sexual might, she was like a lion amongst rabbits. Maybe we should have gone to the private gym, but too late now. I just hope there are no senior citizens in the gym.

***

Several posters on the entrance hall wall showed a large dark-skinned man holding a trophy, with the poster title: "World's Strongman Championship".

"Be right with you," a deep voice came from behind the desk. We moved closer to see a giant man kneeling, looking for something his back turned to us. 

"Hi, there" Megan greeted, "You must be Mr. Cleet. We're here about the free training offer."

"Well", he said, "I am John Cleet, the local champion so you have to beat me." Mr.Cleet was a massive mountain of a man about 6'6" tall with wide powerful shoulders and massive arms.

"OK, when can you start, I'm already dressed" Megan said in her sweetest voice. And Cleet, standing up, turned around preparing to look down, his gaze meeting Megan's cleavage. Then his eyes travelled up, up to Megan's sweet face. Seeing her features some of the shock left him as his confidence returned and then his eyes travelled down again. Seeing Megan's massive shoulders some two heads wider than his own, arms with massive muscle slabs protruding from sleeves torn by muscle over-expansion, and further down to her legs. All the colour drained from his face. 

"...e..um..you...em.."

"Ummm.. hellooo, mister, are you OK"

"eemm.. ahm..yes... yes. Hello" 

"Hello, so. Can we use your gym or not? I would like to show my boyfriend how strong I am and I promise I will be very, very careful not to break any of your equipment, Mister. My name's Megan."

He didn't seem to notice Megan's line about hurting his equipment, when he replied.

"Y..yeh, OK," he stammered, and he managed to get his bearings and continued. 

"Yes, yes, let's do this. Not often a pretty girl like you is in my gym. So I'll show you around and then we can have some fun. OK then, let's do this!" he continued with renewed confidence. 

Megan strolled into the gym, with Cleet following after her. 

"I must have me a piece of that fine giant ass," he mumbled to himself casually pushing me out of the way, without even looking away from Megan. Already barely able to stand, I lost balance and fell down on the floor. 

"God damn kid, you're pathetic," Cleet said turning to look at me. "I don't know and don't care what you have done to find such a piece of ass, but after she sees this in action she won't throw a second look at your skinny ass," he said tensing his muscles, his massive form overshadowing my thin form on the floor. He really was a monster of a human, massive muscled huge body, the type you run away from when he want to give a friendly hug. He sneered and turned to follow Megan.

***

A massively hulking 8'4" amazon with the face of an angel, wide hips swaying seductively on top of impossibly huge thighs. Her arms were almost as wide as an average person, and her breasts swaying defiantly over other people's heads in a heavy authoritative way, thumb sized nipples distorting the fabric incapable of containing them. John's own head was level with the bottom of those heavy breasts, his normally imposing 6'6" figure dwarfed in height and width by this amazon. And then even smaller, my own tiny frame, looking from the side no one would be able to judge me an average height person next to these two. John's shoulders were almost twice my own, his arms the size of my leg, but Megan's arm was two inches shy of my entire waist, and her fully flexed thighs were probably wider than John's large torso. Both of us had to do a slight jog to keep up with Megan's legs when she rushed. 

We were not a sight one could easily ignore, and the handful of people in the room didn't even try to hide their staring. They were shocked; one of the attendants actually fell from the treadmill unable to tear his attention away. Even the girls fixed their attention to the sight. Megan's exposed body was like driving a tank into city traffic, there was no way not to look at her, either in fear or admiration of the power she exuded.

John took us to a separate room with free-weights. The sound of weights dropping to the floor could be heard as some of the patrons lost concentration at the sight before them.

"There we are, we can use my own pre-built weights. We can start with arm curls," John said ignoring the other men in the room. 

"This is a 180-pound weight," John said with a smile. "This is what you have to clear to compete with me, not many people in the world can lift this," he continued smiling confidently, certain of his victory. 

He curled the heavy thing about five times, with quite a bit effort on the last two, red in the face, beads of sweat breaking out. By the time he was done there was already 6 new people in the room trying to see what was going on. I was impressed; I would probably have trouble benching that.

"That weight is just a bit heavier than my Tiny, this will be just like lifting you, Joey," Megan whispered and positioned herself near the weight. She fixed me with a seductive gaze and, with a deep sexy "ooohh," brought the massive thing to her breast, very obviously faking effort. Repeating the process three more times breathing ever sexier and longer. 

"Oh my this seems quite heavy, John. I don't know if I can make it one more time," she said, her index finger on her full plump lips, and her breasts squeezed between her massive arms. The sexual tension in the air could almost be cut with a knife. Everybody was awestruck at the power in the young amazon. A few more people came in, the ones already their hiding their crotches so as not to show their excitement. 

She proceeded to lift the weight looking like a movie actor lifting a foam rock, feigning effort. Once finally done, she extended the weight holding it straight in the air at arm's length for John to take it.

"Here you go, Mister," she said to the stupefied owner. He just barely lifted that weight five times and she was holding it with her outstretched arm. 

"Let's go to the bench then; no more playing." John strode off angrily clearly embarrassed by being so overpowered by Megan. 

Megan leaned over and planted a large wet kiss on me, one massive hand closing around my head. She was now already so big that she unintentionally lifted me a few inches of the floor every time she kissed me like that; my weight seemed almost unnoticeable to her. And she also gave the onlookers a stunning sight as she had to lean almost 90 degrees to kiss me, displaying 4 feet of leg perfection and a massive perfectly rounded ass.

"I'm starting to get very horny little man, better not try to run away when I'm not looking," she whispered sending a shiver and goosebumps along the expanse of her skin. 

Meanwhile John assembled the weight, putting 250 pounds on each side of the bar. 

"John," Megan said after looking at the weight, "are you sure you aren't going easy on me because I am a girl. I know a big manlike yourself can lift much more than that." Her tone was deep and seductive. "How about we put on some more plates..."she said holding two 50- pound plates out to him. He looked at her in shock.

"OK... sure... yeah. Why the fuck not." He shot me a poisonous look and positioned himself under the weight. Megan positioned herself to assist him. She had to get down on her knees to reach the bar properly. 

John's effort was truly heroic; he managed to lift the 600-pound weight once, then Megan had to help him.

"Oohhh, such a shame. I hope I don't get hurt trying to lift that massive, heavy weight. I don't even know if I have any chance to lift that compared to such a big man like yourself," she teased John, squeezing his arm to emphasize the muscle. He winced in pain.

The bench disappeared completely under Megan's immense body, and she barely fit under the weight. For a second I thought it might actually be a problem for her. But her arms shot the weight into the air with ease, and then as if she forgot that it was heavy, she continued faking. She was like an actor with a foam rock, but her foam rock weighed 600 pounds. 

The sexy moans continued with more intensity. On the second repeat she let the bar sink into her heavy breasts and shot a sexy look at me. Licking her lips she let the bar slide over her now very erect nipples moaning loudly. I could see some of the bystanders running off to the bathroom, and the others rubbing at their sexual organs completely lost in lust at this young amazon.

"Oooohh... this bar is very large and heavy," she said. "I cannot... mmpphh... oohh," she moaned biting her lower lip, "lift it. Can you help me John?" John rushed to help her, his face turning red from the effort. Megan let him pull a few seconds in mock efforts to lift, and then pushed up forcefully pushing the poor man onto his back. 

"Oh, you really are too strong," Megan said racking the weight. "You have been going easy on me. How about we still try the squat, but this time I build the weight so you don't go easy on me." 

As Megan kept piling plate after plate of weight onto a bar, John and all the others were watching in silent awe. There was now a small crowd around us. With 700 pounds on each side of the bar, Megan had exhausted the available weights. 

"Don't you have any more plates... well OK, guess we'll have to do with what we have." Nobody could reply; even John was stupefied.

"Should I start or do you want to go first, John. Maybe I can be first and then if I fail, we will know you can win because there is just no way a big strong man like yourself cannot lift this."

Positioning her large shoulders under the weight, she had to start in a crouch because she was way to tall for the standard supports. She lifted the thing a few inches and then stopped. Her mighty thighs bunching up, massive muscles outlining themselves in the barrels sized leg. The weight bar reached the top of the support but that wasn't stopping Megan. Her face turned red, thighs grew to their massive 50" size, tearing sounds could be heard from her pants. Megan let out a loud roar and bent the weight bar, her pants shredding to give way, and tearing the weight support from the floor lifting the entire mass and not stopping until she reached her full height.

With another deafening growl she raised the weight extending her arms upwards, her bra tore apart releasing her breasts. The white t-shirt was surprisingly still holding out, although stretched to near transparency, and her nipples were now proudly standing out in their full size. The sight of the 8'10" sex goddess with torn clothes holding over half a ton of steel above her head caused a silent shudder to run through the crowd as all the men and women watching had a simultaneous orgasm at the sight before them. Most of the onlookers fell unconscious from the overload. Every pulse of her massive body caused a shudder in the audience; she was like an ancient goddess amongst puny commoners.




Megan Ch. 09



"I'm sorry; I broke your toy, John. I just got carried away watching my thighs grow. Do you like how big they can get? Can you imagine what thighs larger than your chest are capable of? I can actually squat 2500 pounds. So John, still want a piece of this ass," she said lowering the entire mass and walking over John knocking him down with her thigh. Obviously she had noticed our conversation earlier. Swaying her hips she walked over to the bench, the 600-pound weight still in place. The room air was now thick with Megan's excitement; it was like a living thing holding all the onlookers in its grasp. 

"Let me show you something else; you wanted to know if I can curl 180 pounds. How much did you say was on the bench, 600 pounds?" She said, sitting astride the bench her hand closing on the 600 pounds weight. 

"Do you think you are man enough for me?" she growled curling the 600-pound weight into her breast. I could see she was now really horny. She started gyrating her hips against each other not noticing that she bent and destroyed the thin metal frame of the bench underneath her. 

Having such control over these tiny people, now mental as well as physical, drove her to a massive orgasm, and an ear splitting shriek of pleasure pierced the room. As one, all of the remaining viewers, including John orgasmed and fell unconscious, continuing to shudder from orgasm even while unconscious. I also came, hard, and I could barely speak from excitement but I was exposed enough to Megan before to remain conscious.

"Mhmm... Tiny," she said turning to me and fixing me with her gaze.

"So, how do you like my muscles now, do you like what they can do? All this power is just for you," walking towards me, the weight still in her hand. Her other hand was lifting her breast up, pinching her nipple and licking it with her endless tongue. 

"Oh god, I love this. I never knew I could have such an effect on people. Did you see how they were following my every movement. This makes me so horny I can barely think straight. I hope you've had your rest because I cannot wait any-more. Having such power over these tiny people... it's incredible. Look," she said, walking over to a girl who was just waking up. 

"Hey little one, want to feel my powerful body?" she asked, placing her massive arm in front of the little nodding girl. Megan's arm alone was bigger than her entire body. The sight made the girl ecstatic and she wrapped her arms and legs around Megan's arm rubbing her body along it. As Megan tensed the muscle spreading the girls limbs, she came violently, shaking.

"Ooohhh..." Megan moaned shaking the girl off, "this is making me so horny, and it's all thanks to you, Tiny. So, what do you say: do you want to rest more, or do you want my massive powerfully body all for yourself? I can suck, fuck and ride your little body until there is nothing left, she says licking her lips... 

I was speechless, but my erection was as hard as ever; all 18" threatening to tear my pants apart.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said lifting me to her height, forcing her tongue down my mouth and walking over to the dressing room, knocking over some heavy machinery along the way not really caring. 

***

The dressing room was one large 9-foot high white tiled room separated into shower and dressing area by 7-foot walls. Lined along the walls were the classic dressing closets, and wooden benches.

Megan was in a hurry, and hit the door-frame with her shoulder so hard I thought the wall would come off. I saw her kick the door closed behind her with such force that they broke along the middle. She wasted no time lowering me onto the wooden bench, tearing my clothes away and impaling herself quickly on my cock. 

Shudders passed through both of our bodies as we connected after all the sexual tension before. Megan rolled her hips over me, the bench breaking as soon as she let a part of her weight push against me. 

Megan placed her knees next to my head; my entire torso was hidden by her massive thighs. She ground me into the concrete until we both came. The overpowering sexual presence that Megan was now exerting made sure that my erection grew right back almost before I even stopped cumming. 

"Tinnyy... already..." she purred ecstatically, feeling me grow inside of her. "Ohhhh... god I love you.... I love feeling you grow inside of meee... aaahh!" She came explosively once more from feeling me grow inside. 

"Ohh... Tiny, you must have really liked my training session. Hold on a second."

She ran out to return with two massive barbells. "These 250-pounders were the biggest I could find, you know I can lift much more, but as these are twice your weight I think they'll be enough to show off for my big man. I want to ride you while smashing 500 pounds of steel against my chest. That way you'll have over half a ton of pure lust on top of you. Here try them to see how heavy they are." 

I could barely lift one half of the weight slightly of the ground; there was no way I could lift the whole thing, and she could lift over twice that with one arm!

She smiled, gently pushing me to the floor, positioned herself on top of me again and continued grinding into me while pumping the massive weights, one in each hand, bouncing them off her massive breasts.

"Ooohh Tiny, I feel like I could move a mountain with you next to me." 

It didn't take long for me to explode violently; Megan followed soon after, dropping the two weights to the floor next to my head where they dug into the tiles breaking them. Her brutal muscles glistening with sweat above and around me. I was hard again right back inside of her.

"Oohhhhh yess Tiny, yes! I fucking adore you, little man! I hope you can survive this," she screamed standing up and slamming me into the 7-foot separating wall. Having me grow three times inside of her made her beyond horny. She gripped the top of the wall pounding me against it. My head was buried between her massive mammaries. I could see her fingers digging into the tiled wall, crumbling it in her passion. 

The air was filled with the dull sound of her thighs smacking against the wall, and Megan's screams. I reached out my hand hugging the giant swaying breasts, finding Megan's brutal arm, feeling it tense as she tore of a large chunk of the wall, and feeling the endless power in her thigh... and came again. 

The effort of another erection was too much for me, and I started slipping in and out of consciousness. My erection was still hard, responding to Megan's endless lust even without me being conscious. 

Megan didn't notice my unconsciousness; she continued to blindly slam her weight against the wall, finally knocking it over.

The rest was like watching a movie; everything was happening to me, but I had no control over my body. First I started shaking violently, then foaming white at the mouth; that's when Megan noticed. She was not panicky, asking me if I was OK. I couldn't do anything but stare stupidly at her. A few moments later and everything turned dark.