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Megan K.

By: Idolo



What can I say about myself that can't be immediately known with a passing glance? A lot, actually. But the average girl is not concerned with a personality. She doesn't want to hear your personal reflections on the subtleties of life and the nature of the universe. This girl though, this girl that I have longed for, desired so deeply for so long, she is not average. Not even close.

My problem? She's interested in me, but in the wrong way. See, I used to want sex, sex, and more sex, forgoing relationships, staying single to maximize my late-night activities. Yet, no substance can be found in that lifestyle, no lingering satisfaction. It took me a long time to realize that truth. I need emotional fulfillment, real, tangible love, and only this girl stands to provide it. But she is what I used to want; all about the physical, a shallow girl living a shallow life, and even though I hate myself for loving her, I can't help but continue to do so. Her name is Megan, and this story is about her.

I first saw Megan as she was easing herself out of a pool, and I would not soon forget this graceful creature who smiled as she strode forward, dripping hair wrapped around a delicate shoulder, green eyes staring into mine as we shook hands.

The local pool was part of my summer routine, and I was there with a few friends. I had barely walked out onto the patio, eyes adjusting to a momentary blindness from the blazing sun reflecting off the white concrete, when I heard a squeal of delight and wet arms circling my chest.

It was the younger sister of a girl I knew from school. I'd met her a few years earlier and nothing in my memory said we were the kind of friends who hugged as a greeting. Annoyed, I listened to her mundane chittering about the events of her summer. My friends snorted and walked past; my acquaintance, still at an uncomfortable proximity, remained oblivious. I muttered a bland response when asked about my summer, intent on ending the conversation through awkwardness. I half-listened for another minute, my face showing no hint of my building irritation, as her squawking reached a crescendo. I was watching one of my friends make some very obscene and very conspicuous gestures at two lovely women at the far end of the pool, beckoning me to join him, when I suddenly heard, "Oh, how rude of me! I totally forgot I'm here with my friends!" My eyes focused back on the girl in front of me, and then down the length of her arm towards the point of her index finger: two girls, and a sullen-looking boy, their heads floating above the water just a few feet away.

That was when Megan got out of the water and we first met. Now, I'm not a hopeless romantic. I don't believe in love at first sight, soul mates, or true love. But for just a moment, I held my breath when I saw Megan. She was a little taller than most girls, her hair was long, stained black from the water (I assumed it would be dark brown when dry), and her skin was lightly tanned, a slight bronze color. Thin lips, a sharp nose, green eyes set a perfect distance apart and rimmed with elegant lashes; I had never met a girl who could be accurately described as possessing utterly captivating beauty. She smiled, white teeth revealed, and I let my eyes flow down her face and take in her body for a brief second before she was suddenly in front of me, her eyes alight as she made it a point to stare me up and down while extending her hand and saying, "Hi. I'm Megan."

Fast forward. It's the evening and I'm at Tuesday's. Not the restaurant, a house. Every Tuesday during the summer my friends would all converge at an empty house to drink and have fun, and drink more. Someone decided the event would be called Tuesday's, and despite the staggering lack of creativity, the name stuck. Sometimes, Tuesday's would be packed; other times, it would only be my close friends and I sharing drinks and watching dismally low-quality kung-fu films. That night it was packed nearly to the point of discomfort. I had invited Megan to join me, but not directly. I had to carefully breach the subject of evening plans with Chitterer to avoid any misinterpretation of my intent, deliberate or otherwise. 

She took a step forward, placed her hands on her hips, gave me a knowing smile and asked, "Why do you want to know?" Check, I thought. After I casually mentioned I was headed to a party, she squealed for the second time and invited herself and her friends. Checkmate.

No surprise, Chitterer strides in the front door, sullen-looking boy and Megan in tow. Chitterer began an explanation of why the other girl was missing before I turned and gestured towards the kitchen and waiting alcohol, asking her to fix me a drink. She complies with an overly eager nod and disappears into the mass of people, hopefully to get lost along the way back.

I turn around from facing the kitchen to get a good look at Megan. She's wearing heels and a black skirt. Her breasts are fully covered – which desperately makes me want to see them – under a stylish, sexy red button-up. There's a thin, white belt at a slight angle circling her narrow waist. Her hair – dark brown, as I guessed earlier – is partially covering one eye; the rest is drawn back behind her head in an elaborate ponytail. My eyes run down the smooth lines of her legs, and then back up to her face. She doesn't need to wear makeup, she's already exquisite.

She is perfection incarnate.

"Megan," I said with a careful, controlled smile. It's best to remain cool and aloof. Drives the girls crazy. "Thirsty?"

Megan returns the smile and nods. I tell her that there's better alcohol in the basement. I say, "It's for the exclusive use of my friends. And people we, from time to time, share it with."

Megan looks in Chitterer's direction, but before she says anything I show my open palm. Megan says nothing, places her hand in mine, and we walk around a few people before heading down the steps into the basement. I turn around for a moment when I hear my name; I see Chitterer holding two shots, standing next to the now hopeful -looking boy, but then I'm walking down stairs and I'm in the basement.

Fast forward. I've had a few drinks and so has Megan. We're talking on a couch, and even though there are a few people around us, they were all quite physically engaged with one another, so we were effectively alone. That was when the trouble began.

We had been talking for maybe two hours, covering topics I was actually interested in, and not only did she have a unique perspective on everything, her opinions were well-formed and solid. She was easily the only girl I'd ever given my sincere attention during a conversation. Beautiful with excellent conversational skills? Come on. This isn't happening. Personal experience throughout high school and college had taught me that there was a proven inverse ratio between a girl's looks and her intelligence – if one goes up, the other goes down. What had initially begun as my plan to seduce this Aphrodite of the pool was becoming – to my despair – something less like a plan and a hell of a lot more like textbook infatuation, that killer of one night stands, the destroyer of casual sex.

The rule is that the less interest you show in a girl, the hornier she gets for you. It doesn't make sense at all, not when considered logically. Since when are girls logical? Basically, you treat her like dirt, like trash, and even though she'll tell all her friends what a shitty guy you are, even though she'll complain to every other guy she knows, probably crying while doing so, she will do everything within reason to prove to you that she's not dirt, that she's not trash, whether it's through sex, gifts, well, no, mostly just sex.

That being said, the Cardinal Rule, the Golden Rule, the only rule of the Game, is to never, ever, show interest. Act casual. Detached. Feign everything and feel nothing. If you want to get laid, anyway. So here I am, breaking the one rule that matters. Fuck.

This is bad, I thought. If I'm not careful I'll wander right into the friend zone… If I haven't already. But maybe that wasn't so bad. Megan certainly seemed, well, different. I know, I know, everyone says those words when they're defending that certain someone. "He's different," she says. "She's different," he says. "Not like the previous ones," they say.

I didn't know alcohol caused your balls to shrivel and your sac to fall off. This is absurd. Am I really having an argument with myself? 

Suddenly Megan's hand is gripping my thigh. I turn to look her. I didn't realize that she had gotten right next to me. I forgot that when you drink you magically tend to move close to other people, among other things.

She's looking into my eyes. "Are you alright? You looked troubled for a moment."

"Sorry, just had a few random thoughts."

She giggles. "Don't tell me I'm distracting you." She hasn't taken her hand from my leg. Is she closer than she was?

I inhale. Was I holding my breath? Something smells strange. Nothing remotely like alcohol. Smells like… lilac? Her perfume, probably. It's sweet. Intoxicating. My leg begins to tremble. I think I'm starting to sweat.

Oh my god.

I'm nervous. I am actually nervous. This can't be happening. I'm suave, I'm smooth. You need a dictionary for words like debonair and amiable and urbane to adequately describe me.

Since when did you become such a bitch? Check your pants, your balls are probably lodged in your shoes. 

 I know what Megan wants. It's what she has wanted since she showed up at the party. Probably before then, actually. Maybe right when she got out of the water and first laid eyes on me.

Sex!

 "Megan, you are really something special," I say.

Sex!

 "That's what every guy tells me," she says. Megan's hand feels like it's higher up my thigh. A lot higher. Looks like she has inched forward; she's pretty much in my lap. I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and slowly, sensually, she walks her fingers down my chest and past my navel, right to the waist of my shorts.

Sex!

 "Kiss me," says Megan. "Kiss me now."

Her face is in front of mine, and her arms are draped across my shoulders, one hand running fingers through my hair, another hand caressing my neck. I'm being straddled; her knees are rubbing against both sides of my hips. The heels must be on the floor because I can feel toes individually flexing on my skin.

I feel a wet sensation at the base of my neck. It moves up, and up, and up. She's kissing my neck while doing serious work with her hands.

"This… This is…" I pause, inhaling deeply. My eyes are closed. "Extraordinary."

I can remember my dick being this hard only once before, and that was back when I was a kid just hitting puberty and I got a serious eyeful of my best friend's mom while leaving the shower.

Megan is an artist and she can tell I like her work. There's a new sensation of pressure on my crotch as she slowly begins to grind on my erection. I look down to see the front of her skirt rolled up against my chest. I wonder if her panties are also black. I start to wonder a lot of things.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" Her voice is husky, a little deeper than before and much quieter. My ear feels like it is being tickled, and then it's wet. She's licking my ear. Her breasts are pressing into my chest. I can feel nipples. She's not wearing a bra. Probably not wearing panties, either.

"Don't you want me?" The slow maneuvering of her sex against mine is forming all sorts of fantastic ideas in my brain and my eyes can already imagine, no, they're already seeing what she looks like naked. Her pussy is likely just leaking all against my shorts and I could care less, this feels amazing and I'm still wearing my god damn clothes.

More kisses on both sides of my neck. Kisses on my chin, kisses around my lips, tongue running up and down the lobe of my ear. Fingers running eagerly through my hair, curling it and pulling it and twisting it. 

Megan leans back, putting more pressure on my erection, bobbing up and then down ever so slightly. Her hands release my hair and suddenly she's reaching for her buttons, undoing one, and then another, and then another while continuing to move up and down against my crotch.

Weren't people down here with us? Actually, I really don't give a fuck.

She's reached the buttons that matter, the ones that are concealing her breasts. I'm pretty sure she's moving in slow motion. That or my brain is suffering from sensory overload.

One button is undone. I close my eyes. Another button is undone. I open them to see the tops of her breasts exposed. Another button. I look at her face. She's biting her lip. She loves this. More of her breasts are visible. This is it, the final button. It's undone, and there they are, two tiny, firm nipples centered in the middle of perfect tits. They look just slightly larger than my hands. That makes them tens.

This moment right now, this is the definition of surreal. I am so fucking turned on. Think formula one, hundred million dollar racecar at the starting line, engine screaming as the driver exerts just a little force on the gas, eyes focused on the light, waiting for green to be illuminated, his fingers gripping the wheel so hard they feel like they are about to break. 

I'm suspended in this surreal moment and it's something akin to flight. Being free from all things that drag you down, soaring into the open sky as you please. This is me, a bird, wings open as I fly across the world. I lean forward to kiss Megan, to give her what she wants. To give her what I want.

And just like that, I realize the truth. I really do like her. I really like Megan. It sounds crazy, it is crazy, to be deeply attracted to a girl I barely know after a few hours of conversation and a chance encounter at a swimming pool.

But it's the truth. It's real. I know it is. I can't have sex with her. Not like this. My arms drop to my sides. I lean back against the couch.

Megan stiffens, her arms instinctively moving across her uncovered breasts. "What's wrong?" she whispers.

Fast forward. 

That night in the basement with Megan was more than two years ago. I ended up gently moving her off of me – probably the hardest thing I have ever done, removing a half-naked, gorgeous and horny girl from my person – and heading into the bathroom. I splashed water onto my face, gripped both sides of the sink and stared at myself for a long time. 

When I came out, Megan was gone. On the couch where we had sat was a torn piece of paper. Fine cursive spelled out a phone number and a simple message: Call me. M.

I did call Megan, but not for a while. We ended up becoming friends, forever stuck in a phase of extreme sexual tension and frustration. I could always tell Megan wanted more from me; her subtle hints and innuendos whenever we talked, her slight exaggerations of movement – a touch when it wasn't needed, a brush of skin on skin, sometimes she would press against my back and I could feel her breasts, feel her breathing -- whenever we were together. But I wanted more from Megan, and I knew that in her heart she knew it too. 

We were alone quite often. The opportunities to take advantage of Megan's explicit offers were endless. Yes, I could have just ripped off her clothes and howled, screamed and screamed as I released all of my pent-up fury, let all of my anger at my situation out in the form of vicious thrusts. I could have penetrated her until I passed out, I could have lived forever in those few short moments of ecstasy.

But then would come that awkward time when I'd wake up after sex and look at her and look at myself and hate what I had done. Have you ever had a one night stand? That moment in the morning when one or both of you wakes up, that moment can stretch on for infinity, both of you staring off into a random corner of the room, words not coming out because honestly there is nothing to say that wasn't already bellowed into the night in the form of primal grunts and moans.

I didn't want to have that moment with Megan. I wanted more of Megan than just her body. I wanted her heart. I wanted her heart to belong to me and only me, and no one else. She was smart, she was clever, she was beautiful. She had to be mine.

Every time she told me about the fun she'd had at a bar or a club or a movie or a date, I knew she was trying to make me imagine myself being there with her instead of the random guy who really had been. Yea, I'd imagine that. Then I imagined her getting naked with that random guy, her form in the dark, sliding up and down on this guy I'd never meet, this guy I already hated. Fuck him.

I knew Megan wanted me. Everyone did. My friends told me I was stupid, I was gay, I clearly had no dick. "Just fuck her," they said. Her friends said that all she ever talked about was me. That she had pictures of me everywhere and that she hid them whenever I went to her house. That her diary was covered with pages and pages over her name and mine surrounded with hearts. 

It made no sense to me. If Megan liked me, if she really wanted to be serious with me, why did she live this shallow life? She could be very graphic when it came to describing things we could do together, things we could share together. Yet she couldn't be just as explicit about her real, her true feelings?

Understand that I was no mute. I told her exactly how I felt. Quite a few times, actually. That I couldn't sleep with her unless it meant something. And when she heard those words, Megan would just sigh and look away. She'd stare off into space and remain silent until I'd finally speak up and the conversation would go elsewhere, away from these painful topics of the heart.

It was a god damn circle. An endless, repeating cycle. A system of rules, a game we played. I hated it. I hated it so fucking much. All Megan had to do was commit to me. Commit, commit, commit.

There we were. At my apartment, on my couch, watching a movie. Megan was close to me, but she was always close to me, her head nuzzled against my shoulder. She starts to tap on my leg with her fingers, getting bolder as time wears on, letting her fingers drum up and down my leg, always getting closer to my crotch. She'd get right up to the top of my inner thigh, head still against my shoulder, her breathing a little faster – probably because she got aroused from teasing me – as she did a little dance with her fingertips against my jeans.

I could feel it, an erection starting to build. Of course, Megan can feel it too. This is the part where she gets excited and goes from being bold to being a fucking daredevil. I feel an open palm slide down the front of my jeans and I'm over the edge. I hate her for playing this game, for doing this to me when she knows exactly how it will end.

"Megan," I say.

Megan says nothing.

"Stop. I can't do this."

Megan whispers into my ear. "Just this once? Please? For me. Do it for me," says her seductive voice, the voice she uses when she wants something.

"I don't want it to be this once. That's all it will be, just a one-time thing."

I turn to look her in the eyes. "It's not what I want."

Her open hand closes around my erection. "That's not what your body is telling me," she says.

I hate her.

So I get mad, I yell without raising my voice. I lay down the law. But she's a criminal, the worst kind. It will days, if even that, before she breaks the law and we have another fight.

She sighs, like she always does, and looks away, staring at nothing while contemplating whatever she contemplates when these moments between us occur.

And there I am, my cock stiffer than steel, frustration ever-growing and my heart ever upset.


Megan K.



That's how two years passed between Megan and I. Two very long and very unfulfilled years where I loved our friendship, where I hated our friendship.

Then one night I get a call from Megan. She asks if I have plans for the evening. I say no. She asks to come over. I haven't seen her in a while, so I agree, even though I'm sure that the night will end with another one of her games.

Megan shows up at my apartment. Her clothes look familiar. It takes me a moment, and then—

"You're wearing the clothes from that night."

She looks just as sexual, as electric as she did arriving at her first Tuesday's. Tight red button-up, sleeves rolled up just above the elbows, black skirt, heels, and a white belt at an angle around her waist. I immediately realized that I have never seen any of these clothes since that night. I notice her hair is also the same, partially covering one eye while the rest in a ponytail. 

Something is different, I think.

"I wanted this to be special," she says. 

I let her into my apartment. I'm not dressed up at all; loose gym shorts with a gray shirt. The contrast between us is severe.

I put my hands into my pockets. "So," I say.

"So," she says.

I don't want to prance around the bullshit. "What's wrong? Why did you want to see me?"

For once, she's not letting her gaze wander. Her eyes are looking right into mine.

"Do you love me?"

Looks like she doesn't want to prance around the bullshit either.

"What kind of question is that?"

"It's a real question. Do you love me? She's still looking at my eyes.

"Of course I do, Megan." I slowly exhale. It sounds like a long sigh. "More than anyone or anything."

She says nothing.

"Do you love me, Megan?" I say.

Her upper lip is trembling. Her eyes look like they're beginning to swell. She's about to cry.

I was about to ask again when she suddenly drops her purse and runs at me, arms open wide before they close around me and she's sobbing into my chest. She cries for a few minutes while I just stand there bewildered, my arms around her in the hope of providing comfort.

Finally, the crying slows. Her breathing becomes normal. She squeezes me tightly. I smell lilac.

"I love you so much," she whispers. Her entire body shudders and she cries again. "I just never wanted to admit it to you. I was terrified you'd simply turn around and reject me."

I don't know what to say.

She continues. "Ever since I met you I have wanted you."

I know the feeling.

 "And I thought you just wanted to sleep with me, and I was fine with that. So I tried to give you what you wanted." She trembles. "But you refused me!" She almost wailed saying that.

"So I thought it was a game. Something different. It was certainly a new experience for me, to have a guy turn me down. Right then, when you walked away, I had never wanted anything as terribly as I wanted you."

I run my fingers through her hair and rest my head on top of hers. Megan has never been so open, so emotional with me. I don't know how to respond.

"When I got to know you better, I realized you were hilarious. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Sincere. Caring. Wonderful! And best of all, you wanted me."

Megan wipes her tears away with my shirt before backing away and looking at me.

"But I felt I wasn't good enough for you. I was just some silly little girl, some slut! I didn't think I could make you happy, not as I was. I didn't want to let you get close to me. I didn't want to let you down. You're too good for me. So I just tried to tempt you with sex, to please you physically where I knew I would fail emotionally."

I smile and shake my head. "I know. I know all too well."

"But not once, not once in all this time did you ever cave in. You always just told me you wanted more than sex. You wanted me to be serious. You wanted me to be serious and I never was. I didn't want to be serious because I felt I wouldn't be good enough for you. I didn't want to hurt you!"

I think I know where this is going. After two years, I think she's about to admit it, to say what I've wanted to hear for so long. I raise an eyebrow and press my lips together. My entire body tenses.

Megan takes a step forward and places a hand on my shoulder. The other hand caresses my cheek. She looks up at my face, her lovely eyes still wet and red, lip still trembling.

"I think I can be good enough."

She pulls my face down to hers.

"Kiss me."

So I do. Just like that, all the frustration of the past two years dissipates. I can feel the weight on my heart melting away. The kiss is exactly what I expected; not even close to perfect, but eager and passionate.

I raise my hands to cup her face as her hands go down my back, shifting constantly from shoulders to waist to cheek as our kiss goes on and on.

Megan steps back again. The smile on her face is the biggest one I have ever seen. Without a word she slips her fingers into mine and starts walking towards my room. Towards my bed.

Moonlight pouring in through the windows of my room illuminates Megan and I standing at the foot of my bed. This is a scene from a movie. Something you only read about in books.

She slips out of her heels and stands on the tips of her feet to kiss me again. She reaches back and undoes her ponytail before she starts to run her fingers all across my body. Megan shakes her head and her hair runs loose. She smiles. I smile. Am I dreaming?

I easily pick her up and kiss her before laying her down on my covers. I get on my knees and lift one of her legs, kissing her foot, slowly moving down her deliciously smooth skin, marveling at how slim and delicate she is. I reach her skirt, raise it just a little, and kiss down her thigh. Megan's breath quickens, but I have no intention of going further just yet.

I lower her leg and move up her body, placing my hands on her belt. She's playing with my hair while I undo the strap and slide the belt away. Now my hands are on her shirt. I run my fingers up the length of her stomach, as far as the shirt will let me with the buttons still in place, before I pull back.

Megan's eyes are closed. She's biting her upper lip. I know what this means, and it only increases my desire for her.

I undo the first button at the bottom of her shirt, kissing the newly exposed skin just below her bellybutton. The second button is undone; another kiss. A third button is undone and a fantastic view of her toned stomach is developing. I reach the fourth button. This one is right underneath her breasts.

She's not wearing a bra.

I don't do undo it immediately. I straddle her before I move her shirttails out of the way and kiss all around the underside of her cleavage, nibbling at their base. Megan moans for the first time. It won't be the last. I tease her for a few moments more before the button is undone. I hold my breath as I undo the fifth and six buttons and there they are, the perfect tens I first saw two years ago.

I immediately fondle both of these firm tits, sheer bliss coursing through me as I finally, finally get to touch them. Megan squirms a bit under me. I tweak each nipple in turn, watching in fascination as they rapidly grow thick and solid, tiny peaks in the center of small areolas. Megan squirms a lot more. The fingers running through my hair tug and pull in anticipation of what's to come.

Leaning forward, I kiss her breasts, running my tongue across them , occasionally flicking a nipple. I place my mouth on her left nipple, sucking on it, while I use my right hand to maul her unoccupied breast.

Megan undoes the remaining buttons while I'm playing with her tits. I look up at her and kiss her again, our tongues intertwining for the first time. I reel back in shock when I feel a hand sliding down my shorts and taking a firm grasp on my fully engorged cock.

"I want this inside me," she says in her seductive voice. My cock twitches in her hand. She pulls it up and down in response.

I lift her up and throw her shirt off the bed. She doesn't release my erection, instead increasing her welcome manipulations. I kiss her lips, then around her lips, then down her cheek, down her neck, across her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to her skirt.

As I put my fingers under its hem, Megan lifts her ass up to accommodate me. In one swift motion the skirt is down her legs and on the floor. She's not wearing panties. And there is her exposed pussy, bald and smooth, the slit already moist. I lick my lips, but before I can do anything, Megan laughs and quickly switches our positions; suddenly she's pushing me down onto the bed as she straddles me, fully naked, her pussy directly on top of my throbbing penis, breasts just above my face.

Megan is divinity in the flesh, she is Megan of Troy, destroyer of empires. Megan is my Calypso, moving up and down on top of me in the moonlight, everything I have wanted, here at last for my taking.

"Do you like what you see?"

I manage a nod. It feels like all the blood in my body is in my penis.

Her fingers run under my shirt just like mine ran under hers. She goes as far as she can before dragging her nails down my chest. I love the feeling. She grinds, her juices soaking through the thin material of my shorts, her eyes closed as she opens her mouth in sigh of delight.

She pulls my shirt off and kisses up and down my body, but never my mouth. I'm being teased. Her kisses move down to my shorts. I feel fingers hooking around them, and then I'm also naked, my erection visible to her for the first time.

Megan has a huge grin when she sees it. Fingers play with my cock, going up and down its length. Fingers around my balls, fingers on my thighs. I close my eyes. She's really teasing me now, tugging on my cock, giving me a hint of pleasure a bit at a time. 

Then I feel warm breath on the head of my penis. She lifts it up, pointing it straight at her mouth, staring at it for just a moment while I hold my breath in anticipation. Wetness engulfs me as her lips run a few inches down my dick, her tongue moving everywhere at once. She goes back up, a hint of teeth bringing a sharp relief to the magnitude of my delight. It's all I can do to not moan. 

I watch her suck me, her hair obscuring most of my view, but I can see more than half of my dick disappear between her lips every time she bobs up and down. My cock twitches in her mouth. She responds by cupping my balls, gently squeezing one at a time, while using her tongue and humming in combination to bring me up to an orgasm. 

Her breasts rise and fall with every incredibly good movement of her mouth. Watching them move makes me harder and hornier. I didn't think that was possible at this point. I grip the covers of my bed, I grip her breasts, I grip her hair. I can't keep my hands in one place for any length of time as my body tightens up and relaxes with the rhythm of her blowjob.

I begin to buck up into her mouth as she comes down. My orgasm is close.

"Megan… I… I'm going, going to come, going to come soon." I can barely speak. The feeling is incredible.

Without warning my dick falls out of her mouth and lands against my body with a plop. I look up at her in anguish. She's grinning again. Suddenly she's moving, quickly twisting, and then—

Her pussy is just above my face. I can see it in perfect detail. Her lips are tightly drawn together, the hint of moisture now a line running the length of her vagina. Her clit is small, barely visible. I'm going to do some serious fucking work on this pussy. I'm going to destroy it tonight.

Warm breath against my dick for only a moment before she's eagerly sucking it again. I can tell she's trying to make me come now. Earlier was the pre-game; time to run a touchdown. She runs her mouth up to the very tip of my cock, using her hand to move up and down its length, her tongue slithering out to lick me in a long, slow stroke before she takes me into her mouth again. Fingers continue to massage my balls in tandem with my shaft.

I reach up and place my left hand on her ass. I place my right directly on her mound and then use my index to slide down her slit, collecting her juices on my finger. When I reach the end of her pussy, I gently ease my finger inside of her. 

Megan moans with my cock inside of her mouth. I eased the finger out of her, amazed at how tight she is, sucking on it once to get a good taste.

Now, I've heard almost every possible word that can describe the taste of a vagina. None of them were adequate for Megan.

This must be what ambrosia tasted like. This is honey from the queen bee. This is morning dew. Manna from heaven didn't taste this good. 

I quickly slid my finger into her pussy again, working it around, testing her depth, rubbing against its walls. I pulled it out and sucked on it again. I was going to make Megan explode. I was going to make this pussy shower, and I was going to love tasting the result. Forget about my orgasm. I was going to make her experience a tactical nuke.

I put both of my hands on her ass and brought her pussy to my face, immediately sliding my tongue inside of her. Megan responded with a very, very slow movement of her mouth up my cock. I licked her clit, moving across it in all directions, getting a feel for what would push Megan into ecstasy. 

Every tremor that ran through her body taught me what I needed to know. I soon had a rhythm that was interrupting my blowjob; the intensity of my tongue against her clit and the working of my finger in her vagina caused her to release my cock and begin a series of deep moans. 

She arched her back, moaning over and over as I flicked her clit, probed her pussy with my tongue, with my finger. I used every technique I had ever learned to drive her over the edge. Her moans increased in volume until she was practically screaming. 

"I'm so close. I'm so close. Don't, don't stop. Make me come. Make me… come. Make me come! Make me come!" I didn't hesitate to comply. Her pussy contracted tightly around my finger. I felt her walls undulate rapidly before Megan shuddered violently. I pulled out my finger and rammed my tongue inside her as a light flow of her juices poured out of her vagina and into my waiting mouth. She collapsed on my body, another shudder running through her. 

"Oh my god," she said, remaining motionless on me. I watched her pussy squeeze a few more times, each one growing weaker, the last few drops of her orgasm oozing out. I cleaned her cunt with my tongue, savoring the fantastic taste.

She turned her head around to look at me. "For that you're getting a very special treat." A mischievous grin appeared as she got off of me.

"Hand me a pillow."

I did, and she moved to the edge of the bed, flipped onto her back, wiggled until her head was suspended in the air, and put the pillow under her neck. 

"Time to finish your blowjob."

My eyes grew wide. I jumped off the bed and moved towards her head. She opened her mouth and placed a hand around my cock, the other on my balls. Pulling me forward, I watched as the head of my cock moved over her upper lip and into her mouth, her throat slightly bulging as my length went as deep as it could.

I was going to come pretty hard before. This felt totally different. This would be on a whole other level.

I leaned forward, groping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, moaning as I began to fuck her face. Megan had little room to move in her position so I was fully in control. I alternated between slow strokes in and out of her soft lips and fast, short strokes down her throat. My orgasm built rapidly, and I warned her of my pending release.

She gripped my balls in response.

"I'm close, it's going to be huge." I moaned again.

I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, like I was peeking out from an airplane, preparing to jump, the ground a terribly far distance away. Only this was extreme. I had no parachute. My heart pounded. I could feel adrenaline surge through me. A moment's hesitation, and I was going to—

The tension in my balls reached the limit; I could feel the rush of semen up my cock and into Megan's waiting mouth, each of my spasms, my throes of joy, pouring more and more come down her throat. 

Megan simply swallowed and swallowed, her tongue sliding up and down my pulsing cock, coaxing more come out of me. I kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, repeating that I was coming over and over.

Neither of us moved for a while after my cock twitched for the final time, my cock still down Megan's throat, her eyes closed, my breathing rapid. Finally I pulled out of her mouth, my dick still mostly hard. 

Megan's eyes snapped open and she peered up at me. She said nothing as my primal desire took control, flipping her over and turning her pussy to face my crotch, pulling her backwards off the bed until her feet touched the floor. I had lusted after her, masturbated so many times alone in the dark, hating her and loving her, and now that she had given me her heart, I would take her body.

"I'm going to destroy your pussy," I say.

She simply lifts her ass up into the air. 

I grab my dick and push forward until the head is in her slit. I rub it up and down her lips, feeling her juices collect on my skin. I'm already wet from her mouth, but I want to tease her a little.

"Do you want me inside you?"

She pushes her ass into my crotch, rubbing up and down.

I lower my cock below her vagina and slide it along the length of her mound while gripping her ass, humping her for a moment before she whimpers and turns her head to look back at me.

"Please," she whispers. No seductive voice. This is the real thing. "Give it to me."

I oblige her, pulling my hips back and raising my cock to her slit once more, pausing for a second before I push forward and gasp at how tight and wet and warm her pussy is at all once. I push forward and pull out, push forward again, going deeper with each stroke, until I'm pressed to the hilt, my dick fully buried inside of her. 

I could come now, this feels so good.

"I haven't had sex since I met you, did you know that? I've been waiting for you to be inside me."

Oh my god.

"And now you are. Enjoy me. Love me. Fuck me."

My brain fizzled. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I had assumed that Megan had been actively seeing other guys, fucking all of them, this whole time. This was a revelation greater than finding out the Earth wasn't flat. That the Earth wasn't the center of the universe.

I said nothing. I just began to pound in and out of Megan with no intention of controlling my orgasm. There would be no slow build-up, no gentleness. 

I moaned every time I was pressed fully against her ass. My hands were in the cradle of her hips, just above her legs, gripping her sides, pulling her against me with every stroke. Megan was gripping the covers, her hair splayed all around her head, biting her lip with her eyes closed. 

Her pussy was contracting around me. I couldn't tell if she was close to coming or if she had mastered the use of those muscles. The feeling was unbelievably intense; I leaned forward until I was nearly against her back, my head behind her head, my hands now squeezing her breasts, my hips flying forwards and backwards with force that would make a jackhammer jealous.

This was fucking amazing. I felt like a wild beast, a caveman taking his bride by the hair to consummate their forced marriage in the shadows of a cave. I felt guilty for abusing Megan's pussy like this. I was consumed in my carnal rage. I needed deliverance. Her body was going to give it to me.

My orgasm was building fast. I was a dragon. I could breathe fire and melt steel. A flap of my wings laid waste to mountains. My roar could destroy a legion of men. I was the fire, born of it, riding it like a surfer on a wave, part of something vast and incomprehensible, driving forward to infinity.




Megan K.



My cock twitched as Megan began to grip it with her pussy. My punishment of her vagina, my hammering slowed down as I found it difficult to move out of her. She would release her muscles as I slid in and contract as I pulled out. That devious, naughty girl. Her skill only magnified my pending orgasm.

This was going to be massive.

"I'm going to fill you. I'm going to come in you."

Megan moaned. I think she was about to come as well. Possibly the roughness of our sex was as erotic for her as it was for me.

"Good. Fill me. Come as deep in me as you can. Empty inside of me," she whispered.

I slid out, felt time slow down. I knew the next time I plunged in would be the conclusion of my countdown to paradise. I was going to detonate inside of her cunt. Tactical nuke? This was a fucking hydrogen bomb.

I looked down, watched in slow motion as my dick disappeared between the pink lips of her vagina, moving up inch by inch until I was fully encased. I looked up at Megan. She was looking at me. And then I felt it, felt my balls drain once more as come flooded up my cock and dumped out inside of her hungry pussy, filling her channel with my seed, pouring into her cervix, every last bit of space this pussy had was overflowing with my come. 

I screamed in pleasure as I dug my fingernails into her hips. I felt all of my muscles tense up as my cock pulsed once, twice, three times, five times, nine times total, every last drop of come leaving me and entering Megan.

I screamed in pleasure as I felt her pussy clamp down with force around me, muscles gripping and squeezing and pulling on my cock, begging for me to release my orgasm.

I screamed in pleasure as I stared into Megan's eyes and she stared back into mine. I didn't look away as I slid out and slid in over and over, riding the storm wave, breathing my fire, stepping on the pedal, zero to three fucking hundred in two seconds, that was me. I could feel semen sloshing around inside her now sopping pussy, every stroke I gave her forcing some of it out around my dick. I could hear it drip to the ground as I continued to thrust until the final moment of my orgasm subsided and my muscles released.

And I wanted more. 

I pulled out of Megan and watched as a waterfall of my semen came out of her pussy, spilling onto the floor with a satisfying smack. I pushed my dick back inside of her to the hilt, twitching again, pulling out and watching more come hit the floor. 

Megan was panting, hard. She must have come when I did. I was so lost in my own orgasm I didn't even notice her own. Well, she was going to get another. 

I put my hands around her shoulders and lifted her up off the bed, turning her to face me. Megan kissed me, driving her tongue into my throat, strands of her sweaty hair getting in our mouths as our voracious kissing continued.

I pushed her back on the bed, pushed her until she was against the headboard, her head on pillows. I moved over her, my dick still incredibly hard, my thirst yet to be slaked. I looked down at her pussy, her outer lips now red, my white seed oozing out of her a contrast to her tanned flesh. 

Megan was beautiful. Her lines and curves were flawless underneath me. Her breasts heaved as she continued panting, her hair everywhere, eyes greedy. She wanted more as much as I did.

"You're perfection incarnate," I say.

"I've never come so hard," she says.

She placed her fingers gently around my penis and guided me into her. I had temporarily silenced the demon within me; I could take my time, I could satisfy her now.

I groaned as I glided up her the length of her pussy. I don't know how long I held myself inside of her, the two of us joined as one sweating entity. We kissed and kissed and kissed, hands touching, caressing, moving across sensitive skin.

I was eager to please.

So was she.

I was still riding the high of my two previous orgasms. From the look and sound of Megan, I figured she was experiencing something similar. We were lovers now. I wanted to know everything about her sexual needs and desires and how I could best fulfill them.

With every stroke I asked her what she wanted next.

Harder? You got it.

Faster? My pleasure.

Soon Megan was writhing underneath me, moaning and panting and grunting and making other obscene noises before I felt nails dig deep into my back and her pussy lock down around my cock. A flow of juices from her orgasm moved around my penis and out of her. I felt like I was missing out on tasting them; I'd have to eat her out again later. She released a massive sigh, quivered once, and then started to build rhythm against my thrusts.

I didn't need to say anything. I don't think she could have said anything.

Every time I slid out of her, I felt dizzy. This was my dream, at last come true. Every time I slid inside of her, I felt giddy. I was fucking the most beautiful girl I had ever known, and she was loving every glorious sensation, every moment, every feeling. 

Soon I felt my orgasm grow. I lowered my head and kissed Megan, moving my tongue in her mouth, her hands wild in my air and across my back. She must've sensed my approaching release because a hand was suddenly touching my balls, gently massaging them. 

Her tongue was in my mouth when I exploded in her pussy. I was a broken dam; I could feel everything I had in my balls cascade out of me and fill Megan.

She could feel my cock twitching. "Fill me up, fill me. Give me your come." Her muscles gripped my penis, facilitating the torrent of semen coating the walls of her vagina. Each burst from my penis was accompanied by a contraction of her muscles.

It felt like two fucking orgasms stacked on top of each other, with her tongue in my mouth the whole time. I left myself inside of her, felt my warm come slide out around me. I kissed Megan back, kissed her until my jaw hurt, kissed her more.

When my dick finally started growing soft, I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, laid side by side with Megan, slipping my hand into hers with a gentle squeeze. I opened my mouth to speak, to try to articulate just a fraction of all the feelings I had, the happiness I felt.

But I quickly closed my mouth when I felt warm breath on my penis. Megan held it in her hand, quickly putting it down her throat, cleaning our combined orgasms with her tongue and lips. I was already getting hard.

Megan was straddling me, my cock once again raging, the head pressed up against her slit, a familiar grin crossing her face.

"Are you ready for more?" she said.



Megan Learns Her Lesson



Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twenty minutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face was peaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down around her waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to her breasts.

They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mind to wake them up. I slowly began tracing her nipple, barely touching it, very carefully circling her breast. The nipple sprang to life. I increased the pressure a little bit, rubbing the nipple until it jutted out from Megan's breast like a hard little rock. It was only then that Megan stirred.

She moaned a little, then stretched her arms up over her head and yawned. Finally, she looked over at me and smiled.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I greeted her. She looked down to see my hand begin to squeeze her exposed breasts. She smiled at me, happy for this early morning gift. "Hmm, mmmm, that feels so good."

Megan closed her eyes and prepared herself to feel every sensation that I chose to give her. She arched her back a little, moving her breasts closer to my waiting hands. I smiled at her eagerness and began groping her. Her breathing became quick and shallow as she let herself be taken away in my gentle caresses.

Just when she was beginning to feel really good, my touch stopped. Surprised, she opened her eyes and moaned in protest. My face was solemn and my eyes told her that something was wrong.

"Have you forgotten about last night, my slave?"

Her stomach dropped. She had hoped I had forgotten about her transgression last night, but I never forgot. It had started out so innocently. The two of us planned on a quiet evening at home together. Megan had laid down on her bed, eagerly awaiting my return from work. She knew that once I was home, I would prepare her for my pleasure. She would be bathed in pleasant-smelling oils and her hair would be brushed until it shone like the sun. Then, I would apply the wax to her pubic area and under her arms and slowly, agonizingly rip the hair out, one by one, prolonging the pain as much as I could. I would attach the leather collar around her neck and fit her ankle and wrist cuffs on. Finally, I would attach the little bell to the ring that I had placed on Megan's right labia. Megan knew that it was only then, when she was clean and prepared for me, that she would be able to serve me. She had looked at the clock. She still had at least an hour until I got home from work. Megan couldn't wait any longer. Moaning softly, she began to caress her bare breasts and her fingers slowly moved down to her pussy. Thoughts of me rushed through her head as she began to rub herself. She wasn't allowed to masturbate without my permission, but she had figured that what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me. Just as she orgasmed, she heard someone clear their throat in the doorway of the room. She had looked up to see me staring at her, disapprovingly.

"I see you don't need my company tonight, slave," I had said. Megan knew better than to protest. She sat up from the bed and hung her head in shame. I had gathered my things and told her that I wouldn't be back until much later.

"Where are you going, Master?" she had asked, tears running down her face. She knew she had failed me.

"That is none of your concern, Megan. I will deal with this in the morning." When the door slammed and I had left, Megan had cried. She hated to disappoint me, and she knew that she had been a disobedient slave. All our plans for a romantic evening had been ruined because of her.

Now, the morning after, Megan remembered that she had slipped into bed after midnight when I still hadn't reappeared. She had cried herself to sleep and she had been too exhausted to hear me return at two in the morning. Now, she knew she had to face punishment for failing her master.

I had slipped out of bed and stood in front of her, tall and imposing. "I want you to do everything I say, Megan. Don't ask any questions and don't hesitate. Prove to me with your obedience that you are sorry and that you desire to be a slave to me."

I smiled secretly when I saw her lower lip pop out and the tears begin to fall. I didn't really mind Megan's disobedience. It excited me that she was such a sexual creature. However, rules are rules, and nothing excited the two of us like a punishment session. I tried to hide my amusement and instead said in the sternest voice I could muster, "Get out of the bed."

Megan rose, her head hung low. She knew she had to take whatever I would give her, and she would do it gladly. She wanted me to see that she was sorry and that she could take anything I would dish out.

"Go over and face the wall, slave. Stand with your legs spread far apart and your hands on the wall over your head."

She did as she was told. She knew I was watching her every move, seeing if she would hesitate. She stood before me now, bracing herself against the wall, waiting for my touch.

I stood behind her. "Megan, I put up with a lot from you. I don't ask for much, but you continue to disobey me, and I can't stand for that." She heard me rustling around in a drawer for something. "You need to learn a lesson. Prepare yourself for a punishment."

Her stomach tensed in anticipation as she braced herself. She felt her whole body tense up, knowing what was coming. I put a hand on her back so I could get leverage and brought the flogger down across her ass as hard as I could.

She jumped. No matter how many times she was whipped, the first stroke always startled her. She brought her hands down to her butt instinctively, trying to rub out the damage done by the lash. She heard me sigh at her from behind.

"Slave, you know the rules are that you are not allowed to move yourself from that position against the wall unless I gave you permission. You moved your hands. That just brought you more punishment." She quickly returned her hands to the wall. "Now, slave, can you hold position or do I need to tie you?"

She shook her head. "No Master, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She knew the punishment would be much worse if she were tied. She was determined to get through this as quickly as possible so that she could continue serving her master in the way that I deserved.

I waited for Megan to brace herself again, then once again brought the flogger down across her ass. She groaned a little, but held position. "That was much better, slave," I told her. I increased my rhythm a little, landing four strokes across her thighs as quickly as I could. She cried out and bounced a little from the pain, but her hands did not leave the wall. Smiling, I knew that with the next stroke, she would have no choice but to disobey. I swung my arm all the way back and brought the flogger up between her legs, landing a hard stroke right on her mound and her clit.

My hand, softly cupping Megan's pussy...just before I bring the lash once more under her...mmmm...soothing Megan's reddened ass with my hands...caressing...softly smoothing her pained flesh...roaming under her wet cunt, I move under her, tongue tasting the saltiness of Megan's groin while her juices are flowing...and letting her pussy continue responding to my hand while her hips are unashamedly moving her clit to rub against me, as I hold my hand still for Megan to moan...and then...withdrawing my hand so she knows...the lash...about to....*whack*...and Megan again jumps...with her slick juices now dampening the lashes...my grip pulling her hair back roughly so she now looks up at the ceiling...I tell her..."You must learn to be obedient to me...to be a good slavegirl for me..."

I bite into Megan's neck, teeth marks showing...as my hand returns to her hot cunt...her pussy rubbing harder now...then...*whack*...again...again...again...up under her legs she feels the lashes...jolting her entire pussy up into the air...it seems...as my strokes are brutal...meant to hurt...and cause tears and pain now... "Is my pussy wet, a bit...slave?", feeling the heat rising into her nipples...her face flushed with some degree of desire...then...as she feels...a lash again...she feels my hand once again also...guiding my hard, throbbing...dripping cock to her pussy...so wet and brutalized now telling Megan, "Tilt your ass...up on your toes...slavecunt...grip this cock inside your lips...and hold it there" As I take each nipple...rubbing her cunt juices on them to slicken them as my fingers twirl...and pull them to pleasure ... enough to make Megan acknowledge the inescapable orgasm begin building inside her errant pussy. As my cock is held so carefully...I bring my lash back down HARD on her back legs...causing Megan to impulsively squeeze her pussy so hard she pops the head of my cock...out. "Ohhhhhhh....bad slave!...very, very bad slave!...you've failed me...AGAIN!!" Now...I turn her to face me, grabbing Megans's shoulders, so limp now in my hands, daring not to show one sign of resistance...as I tie her arms tightly above her head..."Never ever find anything more important than my needs and wants...serving and servicing these things...are your purpose...to become the perfect slave to me!!"

I know you well, slavegirl...as you want this so at times, then you feel trapped...and like a wild animal, you have to get away at any cost, but then...you come back...because you want, but it's much more than just a "want"...without it you would suredly die...for I am more than just a part of you...I am your life...and you know I know that, so you want it as I can give it to you...as you won't take it from anyone else, could never imagine your life with anyone else...you not only love this...but as it became an expression of your life, slave...you have fallen in love with me, your master...

"You don't want anyone else knowing how you really want to be...need to be treated...how you really are, Megan...afraid to trust anyone else to be able to give what you need...and then...let you also be as you need...without it at times...but with it much much more than you ever can be without it...my sadistic domination of your life...as you ask for and need to be punished...for bolting from me...for any reason whatsoever, if I choose or not...it doesn't matter...you live for my attention, no matter how I dispense it...gently and lovingly...or like this"... "You do know you're to be punished, Megan"

"Yes I know Master" "You need to be punished...to show that you're aware of being wrong...being bad... needing to show me you're willing to take what I give you...so you'll try harder next time to please me. Also pretty slave, you do this because you know I enjoy seeing you in pain like that...don't I?...and you enjoy feeling that pain...for me, don't you? You'll do anything for me, won't you? "Yes Master." "I'd love to see you arching your back now...on your hands and knees...pushing that red lil raw pussy up to me...asking me to fuck you...hard and rough. You do love me to fuck you hard...don't you...my lil cuntbitch? You love to be punished...but you need to be too...so...you can't get my cock in you now...Meagn, my bad lil cunt whore...you nasty lil dirt-rubbing pussy...I'd have you begging now...as I have you on your hands and knees...to fuck you...rape you hard and oh, so cruelly...so that'll be your punishment...to leave you lying in the dirt...all night...cum...squeezing out of your pussy. You better beg me...whoreslut...or I'll make you wish you were never born!" "No, I don't want to beg." "Then...find out what I do to bitches who think that they can refuse me!!" Laughing in some maniacal tone, I jerk you up by her hair...off the floor..."No cunt of yours is going to entice me to fuck it now...whore!"...dragging her...to the wall...taking each arm... tying it wide to the side, parallel to the ground...with gravel toned voice telling Megan to spread those cunt lips by having her feet outside this 4' wide board...never bringing them closer." "No." "Oh my gosh!!!!...Megan, you foolish lil idiotbitch!! I grab her cunt...squeeze it so hard she has tears flowing freely...her lips trembling... can't breathe it hurts so bad...as my nails dig into Megan's cunt...squeezing it like a foam rubber ball...over and over again...I grab it...hard...harder...even more harder now, with fingernails tearing into her soft smooth skin...looking into her squinted eyes, closed so tightly...teeth clenched...as if anything she could do now would avert my tempestous lust to devour her impertinence...

"You like this, bitch?...you feel like cumming for me...like the lil dog whore you are?" Then...as I squeeze these cunt lips so hard...and bite on her nipples, watching her eyes as she looks and sees her nipples pulled outward between my teeth...my eyes drilling into Megan's soul, this aggression she brings out in me..."You better cum for me loud and hard...like the whorefuck you know you are to me...bitchslut!!"

Megan did...screaming a most terrible primal burst of energy...screaming from both the pain and the exquisite orgasm she finally was allowed to have ripping herself apart from within...her body...likewise bucked and contorted as if volts of searing electricity possessed her totally...god was she so gorgeous right at this very moment...

Now look what you've done to my hands, you sorry little fuckslut...all wet and slimy with your cunt juices!!!...Fucking whore!!!!...lick it off...kiss my hands...tell me you love me to hurt you...want to be punished like the filthy slutfuck you are." "No" What a mistake...and she knows what it does to me to ever have anything negative shown to me by any slave...ever... "You think you can defy me, don't you, Megan?...even now?" "Fuck you" I slap her tits now with my lash...20 times...each tit...criss crossing, under and over...directly over the aerola, the nipples...refusing to soften... "Stop it you fuck head...let me go!!" Over and over again...I bring my lash over her tits...hurting, stinging...ripping...taking a gag now...ball gag...press it into Megan's mouth to stop those stupid driveling words of hers..."You are so foolish"...as I rip her legs now wide open...tying them through iron rings to weights, now off the dungeon floor...so she can hardly move them...before they stretch that cunt open so wide it feels like she'll tear in two. ...I love to watch her struggle, her spirit...so erotically arousing to me...

Megan knew the game we played. She lived for it - punishment as deviously as I chose, each time a bit different, maybe not more severe or intense, but it was how she enjoys body-shuddering orgasms like she has to have. Addicted to it, to me, she is very good at "asking" me to use her body and mind as my erotic tool, my sexual instrument for bringing pleasure to her. She'll immediately deny that this is her drug, her aphrodisiac, but she knows that I know her better than anyone on this earth. What she confides in me, during times of confession, relaxed intimacy, is not only her way of letting me know her past and the particular "sexual imprinting" that sears her soul, but also her unique recipe for pleasure. The game increases now in tempo.

"You pathetic little whore!!! You deny me and then think you can defy me??!!" She was spread as tight as a banjo string, her legs gradually giving up their resolve to remain anything but closed, away from me. The double-stacked plastic milk crates already are mashing her reddened ass into a lattice-work of pressure points. Her arms are shackled above her, sadistically chained and now wrapped into her braided hair, more knotted than braided, but I did not care at this point for her delicacy in alluring me to her...yet still Megan is beautiful and still smelling so fragrant from her dedication to always present herself to me as my willing sexslave. What is about to happen, unbeknownst to her is the struggle to not only keep her legs and pelvis from dipping into an excruciatingly tortuous angle below horizontal, but if she does not now pull up with her arms as fiercely as she can, her gorgeous blonde hair will slowly be drawn so severely, she might rip it out - an event she never expects. But not willing to damage this exquisite creature, she also doesn't know that above her wrists, another short chain is also attached in that maze of webbing so she can only sink a few inches. This chain itself tightens to the support, keeping her aloft with only the sensations of needles piercing her scalp.

To you, the reader, this seems so sadistically cruel, but I do this not for me, but for her. She only orgasms when she masturbates alone, and when she can relive the torture - and the more fiendish I express this to her, the more intense pleasure her orgasms build.

What a totally vulnerable sight this hard-bodied professional model - now sexslave is. Tears run down her porcelain smooth face. Perspiration drips from her breasts. Teeth try to clench inside her gagged mouth as snorts of air plunge down her nose. Her eyes shut so tight. The exertion on her legs, facilitated by the unforgiving 50# weights looped through rings and then tied to her ankles, cause even her outer labia to open, revealing her wet, swollen clit.

Pondering the moment, "Should I bring you more despair, my gorgeous little girl?", as I flick her rock-hard nipples, twist them as I lick the saltiness from between her heaving breasts. She only moans. "Really? More? Then allow me to help you really learn what your defiance earlier has purchased."

Wide-eyed I step away, move behind her to place a wide nylon strap under and around her thighs, ratcheting this momentarily up, then kick the milk crates out from under her, banging them across the slate floor. Whispering into her ear, "Now my sweet, your legs are spent," as I bring the flogger down fiercely at the juncture of her magnificent legs...again, and again, and again, and again...directly onto her swollen cunt. Her arms grab hard to pull herself...where??...away from me?? I laugh until I almost choke. "No, no, no, no, noooo precious girl. Your situation gets much, much worse now." The ratcheted nylon strap was only as supportive as I choose. "Oh, pretty baby, now I'm going to relieve you of this burdensome old thing," and I slowly let the clacking of the reversing ratchet loosen the support. Not only her wearied legs give completely out to the demands of the ankle weights, and her perfectly rounded ass begins its inevitable descent below horizontal, but she also feels the incredible tension now on the roots of her hair.

Snorting with terror-filled eyes, she pulls hard on the support above her head, knowing I'll really leave her...until it does rip her hair. (But we know I've already planned to avoid such a senseless waste...shhhh).

Her arms tremble and shake from the hideous demands I make on them. The loose ends of the chains tinkle like a wind chime. Her tears flow freely, dropping off her exquisite cheek bones. "Darling, let me give you something to take your mind off of this mean old predicament." I attach clamps to her shuddering nipples, so wet they slip off the first two times I try to close them on her buds. Then I smile into her eyes so sweetly as I pull her wet outer lips of her precious cunt and do likewise. Muffled screams.

I can almost hear the pain sear through the gag as she writhes, the weight of her entire body easily too much for even her toned arms to prevent for long. It's only when her absolute desperate terror of immolation is certain, that she's saved from losing her hair by the sadistic exactness of my predicted slack.

"My pretty girl, so ready to say 'no' again to me? To use profanity in my presence, and directed towards me?" She looks with eyes begging, constrained mumbling rushing from her gagged mouth. "No? I don't think you do either", and I release her hair by unclipping my snap-link, letting it drop onto her back, rivulets of sweat now running down and dripping of her pointed ass.




Megan Learns Her Lesson



"But precious girl, I have a new instrument I created and I do think now is the perfect time to 'give it a test run', whattya say?" Now Megan is sure her careless words will never be uttered again. It doesn't matter. She's mine. I don't care.

With her mouth already crammed full of the foam rubber ball gag, she watches as I bring a swimmer's nose clip in front of her eyes. I love to see how wide these incredibly gorgeous blue eyes can spread. With her hair released, she now shakes her head violently away from me as I shush her, stroke her matted hair...then grab a vise-grip full of it and jerk her face to within an inch of mine. "Why do you still resist me, precious, when you know it only buys you more of the...same?" I kiss her dewed little nose, so cute...then let the clamps snap her nostrils shut - completely.

I didn't realize what an inverted angle a woman's legs can really spread into, as my unfortunate sexslave demonstrates. She bucks and screams as if she can shake the nose clip loose, and gradually, gradually she surrenders to the laws of nature...and passes out. Her head droops forward.

Attentive as ever, I lift her chin softly. You'll remember that I really do adore and cherish this creature of my pleasure. First, taking the nose clip off and then removing the ball gag, she begins to draw into her parched lungs full breaths of glorious air...still unconscious.

Kissing her sweetly, she stirs, then groggily awakes to see me where I left her...an inch in front of her face. "Please Mark, please!!" "Shhhhh, precious girl; you will either be totally silent or I'll again have to let my gag and clip silence you - understand?" She is so very smart, one of her more attractive allures to me. She nods, lip poking out as renewed tears descend. "Good girl", and I step back to reveal my latest invention of pleasure. Megan stares in wonder, as I slide it towards her. A wheel fastened with, what looks like eight inch leather straps - obviously a whipping machine.

"No darling, I wouldn't just create something so one dimensional. What you don't see is the air compressor which supplies pounds of air that not only propel this wheel to turn at any given speed, but with this valve here, I can choose the amount of air that fills these industrial-strength balloons that are encased by the two dozen sheaths of leather. And, by the way, they are well oiled with hypo-allergenic topical cream that makes them so very soft or turgid as any human tongue...or, given my whim, as taut as any eight inch lash you've ever imagined. Care to see?"

"You know, I was thinking of you when I devised it, my little pain/pleasure slut. Now here, let me get it right at the juicy little cunt of yours, so neglected but so very, very wet." Allowing first the desired amount of pressure to make caressing tongues, I begin the revolutions of the wheel to create for her an ingenious degree of the best oral sex a woman could ever care to experience. Flipping from under her pussy, I make sure it does what I intend. Her clit is also totally lapped over and over and over and over again ad infinitum as Megan begins to feel such total pleasure, only momentarily disturbed by the always surprising jolt of pain when I remove the clips from her pussy and nipples.

"If you care to be a good girl to me again, Ms. Megan, I'll place that wide strap back under these tortured little legs and raise you up ever so slightly so you can relax and get tongue fucked with only delicious pleasure in mind. Care for me to do that?" She nodded. Very, very smart girl - didn't' I tell you?

Being the indulging Master that I am, I not only comfort her pained legs by fully supporting her weight with the straps, but I also recheck the angle of the wheel to maximize the surface area along her sopping pussy. Gently increasing the speed of revolutions, Megan begins to show all the signs of a deliciously, blossoming orgasm.

"Now precious, I'm going to get some refreshments and I just want you to spoil yourself with the new toy. Just remember...no sound...and I'll be right back." She nods with a look of complete rapture as she gives herself completely over to the ministrations of the tongues. What she doesn't know is that cameras and listening devices, along with a remote control for the wheel will, unfortunately, make sure she can't keep her promise. (Told you I was devious.)

Megan's tight cunt begins to throb as the spasms engorge her womb, contracting her uterus, sending waves of complete pleasure flowing throughout her entire body and mind. Relentlessly the tongues lap...lap...lap...lap her shuddering cunt as she once again strains against her chains, this time in abandoned ecstasy. All of this I'm watching on my monitors, listening for that inevitable moan. I did not have to wait long for my sweet, too vocal slave.

"Unnnnnnnhhhh.....Ahhhhhhhh......Mmmmmmmmm!!!", she so tries to suppress, but I only smile, my cock alerting inside my pants. "Poor Megan, what am I going to do with you", as I witness a truly wondrous display of her sexuality. Her entire body convulses, her head wavers from side to side, back and forth. Her teeth bite down on her lips, but I only raise the volume of the microphones, as I touch the dungeon's outer door so she too will know...She did it again...tsk tsk tsk.

As my feet reverberate down the stone steps, all that is heard is the rapidity of the wheel's tongues...increased even more now, slapping a wet little naughty cunt that is the bane of my poor Megan. Her eyes meet mine as I stride toward her, tears again so precious and so sweet as I flick the machine off.

Her nose running now, eyes red with free flowing tears, my pitiful creature's lips tremble as she so realizes how awful her plight continues to be. "Don't feel so much self-pity, my sweet," as I hold a soft cloth for her to blow her red nose. "You do know what I know, so we won't dwell on it, okay; we shouldn't make this any worse than it already is, now do we?" Her eyes...gosh they are sooo beautiful, look up at me like an expectant child's, so ready to hear the good news.

"Well, darling girl, if I just 'let this go' for once, and...'just keep it between me and you', would that be all right?" She nods so cute, making her very best effort to show me she's learned her lesson. I gently stroke her tear-stained cheeks and lean down kissing her soft hair, inhaling her feminine essence.

"But, but...you know pretty Megan...if I did that...you may lose respect for me, thinking your sweetness could just manipulate me some other time. Then...where would I be, baby?...Just a mockery of my former self, who I am?" That look of impending despair sweeps over her totally, realizing I am fair, firm, sometimes even gentle, but always honorable to my own integrity.

"No prettiest girl ever...I think I'm going to have to show you the other feature of this newest toy...and I was so hoping to have a good reason to do so...with you...tonight. And, with you being such a sweet, adorable little slaveslut...well, you've been more than wonderful in allowing just that!! Aren't you proud of yourself, now?" That gorgeous little bottom lip...immediately pokes out as the first tears drop by.

"Now, now, now...behave for me, my pet. I really did mean for you to moan you know. Here, let me just show you what my machine can do besides lapping your little pussy into a frenzy. If I reverse the wheel, it will come over in a downward motion...AND...the other sides of the leather straps have the grain going...hmmm, shall we say...against you, not with you, if you catch my drift. So where the one motion was like a delicious tongue, this time when I pump more air into the leather, your soppy, wet, nasty, crusty cunt is going to be whipped incessantly till there's no more of anything left - and it won't stop, you know, until I make it!!"

As I start the medieval torture device, I bend down to whisper, "Now precious, I'll be good and won't make it hurt...too fast...too soon. I have to go back upstairs and leave you once again, because I have to meet a very special visitor. Hmmm...someone you know, in fact!! Your younger sister has been exchanging e-mails with me the last few months, and she really thinks this idea of being a slave is just what she wants too. I invited her here to the sanctuary where I do intend to "give her" everything her young heart desires. Bye for now, prettiness. You know I'm as close as the nearest monitor." Tears/Panic/Hyperventilation...just when she thought she may, at some time, be nearing the end of my pervisity. Her sister...mmmm...much more than I expected for one so young...but, do wait for that story in the near future...

***Later, some hours pass...that same night...when Megan's strength is totally spent...the devious invention set to perform varying regularities of speed and intensity...never allowing her to know when, how much, for how long...totally and desparately alone...to be a victim of some lifeless contraption...used...only for my desire...even if I'm not there to witness her depravity...her body finally and hopelessly droops as much as this tautness allows...

Absorbing this erotic scene in my heart, I silently creep back down the dungeon steps...Carefully assuring myself of her safety, it's only then I slowly allow my darling girl's limp body to seep to the comfort of the soft furs I have arranged below her...In her sleep, she is so incredibly delicious still to me...as she always is, truthfully...even as the imp she loves to be...

I cradle her in my arms, as my precious little girl...with the mixtures of master/lover/mentor/father all playing upon my heart...stroking her softness, her curled hair...now that she's had such a moment of exertion...and whisper into her ear..."Megan, Megan...I love you darling girl...I love you so very, very much...as you have captured my heart like no other...and have found your place within my soul...where you are always needed...always wanted...always...loved." And with the last words breathed into her...those gorgeous eyes, that make my entire being rejoice, open up and I fall so deeply into them, into her...as she reaches for me to hold us together in a kiss...that lasts from the time I scoop her up into my arms, until I gently lay her down once more...in my bed...where she will be cherished and adored...for the balance of this night...and even longer into the following day..

copyright '99 Wolfendom



Megan Reloaded



As I got back into my car, I could only imagine what the night would have in store for me and Megan. Her taste was still fresh in my mouth and her scent was still alive in my senses. I smiled as I pulled out of the parking lot and adjusted my rear view mirror so I could see Megan as she tailed me. She had a big smile on her face because she knew as well as I did that we were about to have a night that we would never forget. 

We arrived at the hotel and the anticipation was driving me crazy, I couldn't wait to get Megan into bed and catch up on some good times. I walked over to Megan's car as she pulled out her bag of toys and hugged her from behind with a loving squeeze.

"Mmmm, you smell so good baby," I whispered in her ear as I squeezed her.

"Thank you sexy, now let's go to your room and make this a night to remember," she replied.

She turned around and I quickly pushed her against her car and pressed up against her. She was shocked by my aggressive nature as I ran my hands over her body and planted a wet sensual kiss on her full lips. 

I could tell she was truly taken by surprise but she did not put up any resistance as I continued to deep kiss her and caress her lovely body. I pulled up her skirt and revealed her panties as she wondered what my next move would be.

"Honey, this is crazy! Let's finish this in the room baby," Megan begged.

"I'm crazy like that, and you know it. Come on, this is exciting..." I claimed as I pulled her panties aside.

Megan was a bit uneasy as I slid my finger into her wet pussy but she was helpless and we both knew it. I was in control tonight. I have always been turned on by sex in public places and the chance of being caught is always a big turn on. Yes, we would finish business in the hotel room but not before I got some samples in the parking lot first. 

Megan moaned as I slowly finger fucked her, my free hand grabbing her by the hair as I kissed her neck.

"Relax baby, take it easy," I moaned in her ear.

"Mmmmm...oooohhh..." she moaned in response.

She relaxed and whimpered into my ear as I slid my wet fingers into her even wetter pussy. She was so ready to get fucked and I knew it wouldn't be long before we were getting busy in bed. I slowly withdrew my finger so that I could get a taste. It was so wet and covered in her pussy juices and I couldn't help but smile as I took it into my mouth and tasted her oh so sweet juices.

"Mmmmm...baby you taste so good," I declared as I sucked my finger clean.

Megan moaned softly as I slid my finger back in and worked it around inside of her. After a few seconds of that, I took my finger out and slowly brought it up to her lips so that she could get a taste.She gently sucked on my finger as I went back to kissing her neck.

"Mmm, it tastes good," she whispered as she licked her own juices off my finger. I wanted to fuck her right then and there but I decided it was a good time to head back to my room and seal the deal. I pulled her skirt back down but left her panties as they were and grabbed her by the hand. 

We walked hand in hand back to my room and on the way, passed a man who had a big smile on his face. We smiled back and giggled, wondering if he had seen our little show back in the hotel parking lot. 

"Hey there, you ladies having a good night?" he asked as I inserted my key into the door of my room.

"Well, it's only going to get better," I replied as I opened the door and smiled.

"Is that right? Well, I'm free for tonight, mind if I join you ladies for some fun?" the man asked.

He was tall and good looking, much like my husband. I grinned and noticed his erection. 

"What's your name?," I asked him. 

"Rod," he responded and what a fitting name it was. I saw that the bulge in his pants was growing as he stood there staring at me and Megan.

"Well Rod, me and my friend here are going to go inside and play for awhile, but I'll come over and knock on your door if we need some cock okay?," I said as I began to turn away and head inside my room. 

He could only manage a blank stare as he nodded and went into his room. Megan and I giggled as we went inside and left him wondering and horny.

I closed the door behind me and Megan embraced me as we stood there all alone. She noticed my toys on the bed and giggled. She had set her own bag of toys down on the floor by the bed and she knew it was going to be a long night as we began to unwind.

I slowly began to undress as Megan watched me. She helped me out of my dress and caressed my shoulders while I removed her top. Her breasts were so nice, as nice as I had remembered them. I caressed them through her bra as we locked lips in a sweet kiss. Then I took my hands and placed them around her hips as I pulled her skirt down. It slid to the floor alongside my dress. Next, I removed her bra so I could suck on her great tits. She moaned as I took her right breast into my mouth and squeezed her left one. 

"Oh yeah baby..you do that soooo nice," she moaned as I sucked away like a hungry baby. I licked her nipple and traced a circle around it with my tongue to drive her crazy. "Oh God, that feels so good! Oohhhh!," Megan moaned.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute and pictured Rod next door wanking off thinking about what was going on in our room. He would probably give an arm and a leg to be in here with us I thought.

I slid my hands down Megan's body and pulled her panties down to her thighs as I got down on my knees. I traced a line down her body from her tits to her navel with my tongue and left a wet trail of passion in the process. She squealed in delight as I licked her inner thighs and worked my way towards her moist pussy.I flicked my tongue on her clit and looked up to see her eyes locked on mine. 

She had such passion in her eyes and I knew she was loving every moment of this as much as I was. I decided to get a real good taste now and sucked on her pussy lips with much delight. She moaned loudly as I worked my tongue inside of her wet pussy.

"Ohhhh God! Mmmmm...oooohhh!," she cried out. I felt her cum stirring inside of her as I tasted every sweet drop. 

"Mmmm, you taste so good babe. Lay down," I instructed her as I led her to the bed and laid her down. She quickly reached for my thong and practically ripped it off with a passion. I gave her a wide eyed look and slapped her gently for being so aggressive. 

"Bad girl!" I exclaimed as I grabbed her face with my hand and stuffed a finger into her dripping wet pussy. Of course she knew I loved it when she couldn't control herself. She whimpered some more when I started jamming my fingers into her pussy with a fury. It made a squishing sound as my fingers jammed in and out of her love hole. 

"Fuck yea!," she screamed as I finger fucked her harder and harder.

"You like that don't you baby?" I asked her. 

"Mmmmm, you know I do sexy. Keep fucking me with your fingers!," she exclaimed.

I complied with much pleasure as my fingers sunk deeper and deeper into her wet fleshy folds. Her pussy was extremely wet now and I wanted to taste her cum as she neared her orgasm. I crawled down between her legs and buried my face in between her thighs as she moaned in delight.

"Mmmmmm, feels sooooo good! Oh God! Ohhhhh!," Megan squealed as I sucked on her soaking wet pussy. Her juices were flowing all over my tongue and it tasted so sweet. The nectar of love. I spread her legs far apart as I stuck my tongue inside of her and fucked her with it.

She was practically screaming now and I told her not to hold back. "Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Fuck!," she screamed. I sucked on her clit to drive her over the top and she creamed in response to my expert cunnilingus. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her crotch with force as she lost control. It felt good to be reacquainted.

"Oh, mmmm...." she cooed as I sucked her pussy lips and drained her juices. "Get on top of me baby, I wanna 69 with you," she said as I slowly looked up at her flushed face. 

I positioned myself on top of her in the 69 position as I prepared for what was soon to be the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in quite some time. Megan grabbed my thighs and gave me a playful slap on the ass as I hovered above her, my pussy inches away from her beautiful face. 

"Yea baby, you wanna taste that pussy?" I asked her as I caressed her thighs. 

"You know it baby," she replied as she pulled me down and stuffed her face into my pussy. "You taste so fucking good, mmmmm," she said while licking my wet pink pussy. 

I moaned lightly as she worked her mouth around my pussy lips. I could feel my juices dripping out slowly while she continued to work her tongue all over my lips and it felt like heaven. 

"Oh fuck yeah! Unhhhhh...." I moaned as she sucked my pussy. I could feel an orgasm coming on and I knew it was gonna be intense. Megan smacked my ass hard as she ate my pussy with a passion. I started grinding her face in response to her expert tongue work. "Mmmmmm....oh yea! Fuuucckkk!" I proclaimed as my orgasm came. 

I screamed in passion while my cum drowned Megan with love.My pussy always becomes very sensitive after I orgasm and I tried to pull away for a second to gather myself but Megan grabbed my legs and forced me back down onto her hungry lips. I moaned loudly as she snacked away on my dripping wet pussy.

"You're not going anywhere baby," Megan said to me while she spanked me.

I could feel my legs trembling as another orgasm neared. Megan sucked my pussy aggressively as I moaned loudly and thrashed about the bed, not caring what anyone could hear. 

I thought to myself, maybe Rod was jacking off next door, nutting all over his hands as he dreamed of being with us in bed. How would that cock feel buried in our respective cunts? Hmmm...

As Megan continued eating my pussy, I reached for one of her toys, a pink dildo that was about 7 inches in length. It was playtime and to my surprise, Megan had already gotten the same idea! She had one of my toys, my fave clear dildo, in her hand and was working it into my soaking wet pussy at the same time that I was shoving the dildo into her cunt. 

It squished in and out with a loud popping noise due to her wetness and how tight her pussy was. Meanwhile, Megan was pumping my dildo in and out of my own pussy while she licked and sucked my sensitive clit and it felt so good that I creamed all over again and again.

"Ohhh, fuck baby! You do that so fucking good!" I exclaimed as she worked my toy into my pussy. She then reached for her bag and pulled out some anal beads to my delight. "Mmmm, baby...what you gonna do with that?" I asked knowing full well what she was planning.

"Honey, I'm going to stick these right up your tight little asshole," she replied. With that, she spit into my asshole and worked her finger into it first to loosen it up a bit. Then she pumped it faster and faster as I moaned with pleasure. 

"Mmm, yea that's it. Stick it right in my dirty little asshole," I teased her.

"You naughty little girl, I'm gonna do just that," she replied as she stuck the anal beads into my tight asshole. One bead at a time, they disappeared into my ass. She took the dildo that I had been fucking her with and stuck it into my pussy as she worked my ass, not caring that her juices and my spit were all over it.

We switched dildos like this a few times so that we could feel and taste each other's cum. She pulled the dildo out of my pussy and sucked it clean with a loud smacking sound and I did the same with her. 

After a few more orgasms in the 69 position, I decided to lay back and make her eat me out some more so I grabbed her and gently positioned her head between my legs as I relaxed and put my head on the pillow. The anal beads were still deep in my ass and it felt great. Megan went back to work, licking and sucking my pussy for all it was worth while she pulled the anal beads out slowly.

One by one the wet beads came out and I groaned with each one's removal. When they were all out, Megan looked me in the eye and said, "Fresh out of your cute little asshole, watch me suck them dry babe." She then proceeded to suck the beads clean, taking her time to savor every drop of my ass. "Mmmmmm, tastes so fuckin good baby," she said. 

"Oooohhhh..." I moaned as she went down on me again and licked me from my clit all the way down my wet fleshy folds and into my puckered asshole. She wasn't going to hold back.I grabbed her by the hair as she licked my pussy and pushed her face deeper and deeper into my cum filled crotch. 

She moaned into my pussy as she ate and I couldn't help but cream her face yet again. It was all wet by now and my cum was all over her. Megan then reached for her bag of toys again and pulled out a double header dildo and smiled at me as she positioned herself so that we could share the long dildo. This was one of my favorite toys and she knew it, we were going to have lots of fun with this one.

We fucked each other with the dildo for what seemed like hours as orgasm after orgasm came over our bodies. Megan's face was flushed and still wet from my cum, she didn't even bother to wipe any of it off and it turned me on so much.

I grabbed her tits as I grinded away at the dildo and she grunted. Her breasts were perfect and I took full advantage of them, squeezing and cupping them. We sat up, the dildo still inside us and draped with our pussy juices, and kissed each other deeply while fondling each other's breasts. 

I smiled at Megan and said, "I wonder what our buddy Rod is doing."

She smiled back and replied, "Probably jacking off a storm with all our loud moans and screaming." 

We giggled and lay in bed together, spent and very satisfied. The night was still young, we'd rest for a bit and start over again soon enough. I held Megan in my arms and called up my husband to inform him that I was having a great time. I could tell he wanted to be there with us. And I bet Rod did too. 

I kissed Megan as our naked bodies intertwined, our juices still flowing between our creamy thighs. "You are so beautiful," I said to her as I held her close.

She smiled and kissed me passionately in response before saying, "You are the absolute best baby, I wish you were mine." 

We continued kissing and caressing each other for quite some time, it was absolute ecstasy. Truly a night to remember.



Megan, Ryan, and Mom



Of course everyone in this story is well over the age of eighteen and I have the permission from everyone involved to tell you what happened.

I've tried to go over the story to catch any punctuation, grammar or typo errors but I'm sure I must have missed a few, forgive me in advance, I'm a writer not an editor. 

Please enjoy the story.




This is something that I think is really different and I wanted to tell you about it. 

About a year ago my daughter Megan just finished college and she came to stay with me for a few months while she looked for a job. I'm divorced from my second husband (not her father) and I live in my home alone. The house is large and has plenty of bedrooms so I was glad to have her come and stay with me – she's grown up so quickly and it would be good to spend some time with her. 

Even though I enjoy my privacy I admit that sometimes it can get lonely in this big house. I knew I'd have to be a little more careful and make a few minor changes when Megan came to stay with me but that was okay. For instance, the most obvious change would be about nudity. I confess the fact that I've lived alone since Megan went away for college I've become a serious home nudist. I sleep in the nude and spend most of my time around the house nude. On nice days I even do my gardening in my private garden in the nude. I was sure that that would have to change when Megan came to stay with me. But, I didn't mind; it would be worth it to have her here at home again at least until she gets on her feet. 

After Megan had been home for about a month she was out on a date with one of her ex-boyfriends and I'd gone to bed early. It was a Saturday night, for some reason I was restless and about two o'clock in the morning I got out of bed and put on my silk robe to go to the kitchen for a glass of milk. As I walked down the hallway I suddenly heard muted noises coming from Megan's room a few doors down. They were noises that I thought at first was her talking or crying...but in a brief moment, I knew exactly what the sounds were. They were the unmistakable sounds of sex--the sounds of my daughter having sex to be more precise. My heart began to pound in my chest as the feelings of my own inhibited lust raced through me. Other than using one of my vibrators to masturbate with, sex just wasn't happening for me. 

I thought about going back to my room but I simply stood in the hallway listening to my daughter's occasional soft whimpers and cries. As a parent and as a woman several emotions ran through me until I realized that my daughter was a grown woman now, with her own sexual needs and desires. The sounds of lust and sex were so erotic, I could feel my face getting flushed and my body trembled slightly as I stood there listening. I secretly wished I was the one that was making those sounds—and that I was the one feeling a man's hard cock inside me. It had been a long time since I'd been fucked by a man. I stood there, just listening for what must have been almost a half an hour and when things quieted down I decided to go back to my room and get in bed. I will admit that my pussy was very wet and hyper-sensitive and I could hardly wait until I was back in my bed where I could give myself several orgasms before going to sleep. As I turned and started back down the hall toward my bedroom the sounds started again and my daughter was even louder than before, almost as if she didn't care if I heard them—or maybe she actually wanted me to hear them—I don't know. I paused at my bedroom door and looked down the hall and saw that the door to my daughter's room was only about half-closed my heart jumped. I just stood there in the hallway and was torn by what to do. I knew I should just go in my room and let her have her privacy. At the same time, I wanted to peek and see that beautiful, erotic sight of a young man and woman locked in a passionate embrace as they made love – even if it was my own daughter. 

My curiosity won out and I went further down the dark hallway to the door to her bedroom without making a sound and peeked in. A night light was the only light in the room but I could clearly see what was happening and it made my heart race. I got so aroused that I could actually hear my heart beating in my ears. 

My daughter Megan was on the bed on her hands and knees and a very handsome young man was kneeling behind her and pumping his hard cock either into her vagina or anus, I couldn't tell which in the low light. Their nude bodies were beautiful as they continued their sexual love dance, giving each other pleasure, and of course, in the erotic process, receiving their own pleasure. Like me, my daughter is very sexual and I know that she's been sexually active at college even though we've never really spoken about it directly. We had a few of those mother and daughter talks as she was growing up and I always stressed the need to be careful of whom she chooses as a sexual partner. Sometimes those talks were a little uncomfortable because I realized that she already knew more about sex than me.

Now I stood there in the dark hallway watching as my own daughter had another orgasm. It seemed as if they barely slowed down as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. Her lover moved down and began a trail of kisses that started just above her belly and moved down to her wet pussy. As he concentrated on eating her pussy I couldn't help noticing his hard cock as it hung from his body, simply waiting until it was buried deep inside my daughter's cunt. (I had the intense desire to take it in my hands just to feel the hard flesh of the shaft.

I was so careful not to make a sound to let them know that I was there watching and before I even realized it my hand had moved down, parted the front of my robe, and I was gently probing my own clitoris as I watched. My fingers spread my own pre-fuck lubrication in my cunt as they sent gentle wave after wave of pleasure through my body and I knew that I had a small dilemma approaching...I'm never quiet when I have an orgasm, I've been that way from the very first orgasm I'd ever had and as hard as I try, I just can't keep from crying-out or at least moaning loudly when I cum.

I let my fingers slow on my clit as I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. The pleasure was incredible and when I opened my eyes again I was momentarily stunned because my daughter was looking directly at me! I wasn't as hidden as I thought I was. Megan had a smile on her face as her lover continued to eat her pussy. She motioned me to come in the room but I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. I took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the bed. She had a sweet smile on her face as she watched me approach the bed. She reached down and lifted her lover's face from her pussy and said with a very sexy giggle, "See, I told you that she would hear us having sex. Now you have both of us to satisfy," she added. 

Her handsome lover looked over at me and smiled a warm smile and I immediately recognized him. His name is Ryan and he was one of her old boyfriends that she dated before she went away to college. I always liked him and we got along great. He had a beautiful, masculine body that, I was sure, was made for making love to a woman. I could tell that Ryan was surprised and for a moment he wasn't sure what to do. I gently pushed my robe off my shoulders letting it fall on the floor behind me—exposing my naked body. I stood there naked and his eyes seemed to be locked on my dark pubic triangle. He reached over and ran his fingers in my damp pussy hair searching for my swollen clit. I moved as close to the bed as I could and spread my legs even wider as his fingers found my vagina and with a quick movement he began to finger-fuck me. I was so ready and in need of sex that my first orgasm jolted me almost immediately and I let out a loud cry as the pleasure spread like a wave throughout my whole body...it wasn't a terribly strong one but it felt very good and I had a hard time just standing as he continued to finger my cunt. Megan looked at me and asked me to come and lie down on the bed next to her. I did and as we lay side by side, our shoulders touching each other's as Ryan knelt between us and started to finger-fuck us both at the same time. The sounds of his fingers rushing crudely in and out of our wet vaginas seemed to fill the room. I was just about to cum again when he stopped fingering us and began caressing our breasts, concentrating on our nipples. His hands were warm and his fingers gently caused my nipples to stand erect—desiring to be sucked. 

"Ryan, I want to watch you fuck mother!" Megan said breathlessly. "She needs a good fuck!"

The crudeness of her remark was the most erotic thing I had ever heard in my life and it jolted me with desire and I heard myself moan softly. He moved over positioning himself between my legs and held my knees apart as he looked at my pussy with an honest look of desire. He was young enough to be my son but there was no doubt that he was also a man. 

Even though there wasn't a lot of light in the room I could see his cock glisten for a moment as it hovered above my cunt. I spread my legs as wide as I could as I felt his hard cock part my pussy lips, gently probing for the entrance to my vagina. My daughter had turned on her side and with her hand was directing his hard cock into my vagina and I sucked in my breath as I felt the swollen crimson head of his hard cock travelling up my aroused cunt--not stopping before it hit the entrance of my womb. He hesitated before slowly withdrawing it completely out of my pleasure canal. Then, with a solid move, it plunged back inside my cunt again. He wasn't fucking me fast but he was fucking me with deep and powerful strokes that sent waves of sensuous pleasure throughout my body. I felt a tiny pang of sorrow that I'd forgotten how utterly exquisite it feels to have my vagina filled with a hot penis that's fucking me. 

I was surprised when I realized that Megan was fingering my clitoris as Ryan fucked me. I'd never experienced the kind of intense stimulation that was surging through my body at that moment. I was almost afraid that my orgasm would be more powerful than I could handle and I didn't know what I would do. Ryan began fucking me with harder and harder strokes that slammed hard into my cunt. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he fucked me and suddenly my orgasm exploded inside me! Ryan kept fucking my vagina with deep strokes and Megan kept fingering my swollen clit—she obviously knew the most sensitive part of my clitoris and was unrelenting. My body was wracked with a series of sharp, intense convulsions and I cried-out loudly. "Oh god! I'm cuming!...I'm cuming!" I heard myself saying. "Oh god! fuck me! Keep fucking me!" Ryan and Megan slowed their double stimulation on me and I lay on the bed helpless, willing to do anything they wanted of me—I had never had sex that powerful before and I knew that I wanted more. Moments passed before Ryan slowly slipped his hard cock out of me as he moved over to position himself to fuck my daughter in the same way he'd been fucking me. I watched as his cock was poised above my daughter's spread thighs and triangle of dark pubic hair—his cock glistened with the wetness from my vagina that would serve as lubrication to fuck my daughter with. I watched as his hard cock slipped easily into her body and they began to fuck. I actually began caressing Megan breasts and sucking on her tender nipples and we held hands as Ryan plunged in and out of her beautiful cunt. As her tension was building my daughter was getting close to another strong orgasm when she reached out and squeezed and caressed my tits with her free hand. I actually had a small orgasm when she leaned over and began sucking on my nipples.

The three of us fucked and sucked in many positions for at least another hour and I lost count of how many orgasms I'd had. Most were small but I did have another that was so strong that I almost passed out again from the shear intensity of it. 

My daughter's lover had incredible control and I thought he could go all night satisfying us but as he was fucking my daughter I remembered something wicked that her father loved to do during sex. I began to caress Ryan's naked ass working toward his anus before I quickly inserted my middle finger into his anus in an attempt to stimulate his prostate. It wasn't hard to find and as I continued to stroke it with my finger he let out a series of deep groans. Suddenly I could feel him ejaculating into my daughter's warm vagina. I continued to stroke him and I felt pulse after pulse of his cum shooting into her cunt. His orgasm and hot cum triggered a huge orgasm in my daughter as well (as I hoped it would). She cried out almost like a sob as her body convulsed with sexual pleasure.

The three of us rested on the bed as we all came down from our incredible sexual-high. It was time for me to leave my daughter and her lover alone and return to my bedroom. I got off the bed, put on my robe, gave them both a kiss and went back down the hallway to my room. My legs were a little weak from the intense sex, but it felt so good—and I felt so alive.

I lay in bed just thinking about what had happened and just before I was about to fall to sleep, I heard my daughter's lover leave and her return to her bedroom. I learned some important things about myself and my daughter that I was anxious to delve into deeper. 

In the morning we would have to have a good mother-daughter talk and, this time, I was really looking forward to it.



Megan - Taming the Fox



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story!

This story follows on from the first part "Megan – Cunning Fox"

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They walked naked through her luxurious apartment to the bathroom, Megan leaning in to turn the shower on when they got there, holding a hand daintily under the water till it warmed up, then hopping straight in and under it with a gasp, letting it cascade over her face, washing her clean of her deepthroat activities. The warm, enveloping water soaked through her dark, luxurious hair and ran down her back, washing away the sweat and fatigue of their little session as it tumbled down her fantastic figure, over the firm swell of her breasts, her toned tummy and her sweet pussy before spiralling away down her luscious legs. She gave a shiver as the heat spread through her, her nipples screwing themselves up tightly once more, her soft skin goosepimpling. He smiled as he watched her under the steaming shower, moving to step in with her, when she reached out and stopped him with a naughty smirk, water running down her face as she brushed her soaked hair back from it.

"No, not yet," she murmured, smiling with her full, delicious lips. He stood back, his cock already starting to give the telltale twitches as another erection beckoned as Megan smiled, immersing herself under the spray once more and reaching up to slick her hair back, tipping her head back and opening her mouth to let the hot water patter on her tongue as she arched her back. Giving a stretch, she gave her firm, shapely ass a good shake at him, glancing back over her shoulder foxily with a sideways look and a quick flick of her perfectly shaped eyebrows before turning towards him more as she pulled her hands up her sides to her chest, spreading her fingers to encompass her ample breasts, giving them an immediate squeeze before running her hands up her neck to her chin before moving them back down, once more fondling her boobs, letting her fingertips tease at the hardened peaks before her hands smoothly flowed on down over her toned stomach, stopping to rest on her hips a moment with a pensive pout.

He managed to bite back is words to urge her on, able to clearly see she wouldn't be rushed, going her own pace, which would encapsulate him soon enough, his cock hardening properly once more. Giving a teasing flick of her left eyebrow, Megan bit her full lower lip and let her hands stray south, onto her lovely thighs, stroking into her inner thigh, then back up with both onto her sweet pussy, giving a light moan as she ran her fingers up her labia, letting them just dip in between the juicy lips, brushing over her stiff clit, making her shudder with excitement at the intensity of the sensations as her fingers slid through her neat landing strip of hair. Just slowing a moment, she let him eye her touching herself and then stroked back down her thighs, bending a little to stroke down between her legs to her knees, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on his face, reading every little reaction on his face to her tight, wet body. With a grin, she reached out to him as she straightened up.

"Come on baby, make me dirty again," she purred with a giggle, loving how quickly he stepped in to join her, immediately drawing her into a deep kiss, his tongue fairly attacking her own. He didn't waste any time doing as she asked, pushing her straight back against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, making her squeal loudly, shivering as her skin goosepimpled all over. He didn't give her time to recover though, simply lifting her up under her arms, where she instinctively pushed her legs forward, wrapping them round his hips and pulling him close, offering his aching erection perfect access to her dripping pussy, which he gladly took. He slid effortlessly into her juicy snatch, gliding to the hilt in her silky body, feeling her squeeze tightly round him as he ground in against her pelvis, both of them groaning with delight. Her blissful pussy felt as perfect as it had when he'd made love to her the first time, ironically enough in the same position, with her pinned against a wall.

Water splashed down over them as all pretences were dropped, both of them solely interested in a good hard fuck, which he set about giving her very swiftly, holding her quite hard against the wall as they kissed in a similar fashion, lips mashing together as they devoured each other, tongues darting and flicking as they kissed, matched only by him pumping into her body hard, driving every inch of himself into her. It might seem abrupt, but after his delicious lick down of her body followed by her choking throatjob, she was immensely turned on, her pussy slippery and welcoming to his cock, which it swallowed easily to probe her juicy depths.

She slid across the tiles into the corner, bracing her shoulders at the apex of the wall to hold herself steady as he pounded on her, his hands now under her fantastic ass, groping the firm cheeks as though he'd never touched them, pulling them apart as he drove his cock powerfully in and out of her. Megan screwed her eyes up and gritted her teeth with the pleasure, her gorgeous raven hair now soaked and stuck down over her shoulders like a shampoo commercial, firm breasts perky and sporting stiff, dark nipples. She pulled her legs a little tighter round his arse to spur him on as he took everything from her that he could, his cock getting to places she didn't know she had as he plundered her sweet body, her hands clawing and grabbing at his sides, arching her back and shivering at the sensations rippling through her.

Suddenly he stopped, making Megan look up confusedly as he pulled out of her, prying her legs from himself as he let go of her stunning ass, where she slid down onto her feet, looking at him perplexedly, wondering quite why he'd stopped fucking her. Her question was immediately answered though as he pulled her to her feet, drawing her into his arms for a deep kiss, his hands sliding round her wet back, pushing her drenched hair out the way, their tongues twisting once more till he pulled away and turned her round. Megan just smiled and let him have his way, bending her over under the shower, the water cascading down over her smooth back, loving how his eyes took in every detail of her figure, the taper of her waist, flare of her hips and firm ass, now presented in front of him. 

Immediately she was greeted by a firm spank to both sides of her ass, making her gasp and bite her lip, loving the sudden sharp sensation, completely unexpected, though the sensation of his throbbing erection between her thighs, the bulbous head teasing up her slick entrance wasn't, doing it for just a moment before grasping her waist with one hand and plunging his cock back into her, sinking half way into her at first, stopping as her muscles tightened up around him. He waited just a moment as she clasped round him then relaxed a moment, before slowly pushing the rest of his ample member up her juicy tunnel till his hips rested against her peachy rear, loving the feel of her soft cheeks pressing into his body as he held her slender waist to hold her still, just groaning and shivering a little as she squeezed at him with her vagina.

"You're a bad girl Megan, you know that?" he murmured, holding her gorgeous ass as he pulled back to the crest of his head before driving back in, pushing from her the breath she'd intended to speak with.

"Why?" she managed after a quick breath, looking back towards him past her wet hair.

"Being such a tease, showing off those fantastic legs when I met you earlier, and not to mention your little show just a minute ago," he said, pulling back, delivering a further spank before he pushed back into her delicious body, which spread before him and pulled him in.

"Mmmaybe," she murmured, giving a little wiggle as she settled her ass back into his hips again as her pussy devoured his cock.

"Only maybe? Being naughty again, not owning up," he chided playfully, spanking the sides of her ass firmly again as he pumped steadily into her, loving the feel of her perfect pussy around him, tight and wetter than anything he'd ever experienced before. 

"Maybe you'll just have to teach me a lesson," she murmured, biting her lip and pushing back against him, grinding firmly. He took it as an immediate sign to start fucking her hard, his hands tightening on her hips, holding her firmly in place to drive his cock into her, just taking a few moments to revel in the succulent pussy engulfing his cock. The hard jolts, despite his support of her hips, made Megan reach out to the wall, pressing her hands flat to the wet tiles to support herself, bracing herself and giving in to the intensity, pushing back to meet him, spurring him to fuck her harder, which she really needed just then, feeling the surge of passion within her to be properly nailed. Heavy gasps escaped her luscious lips as they screwed, her eyes closed as she reached up to push her wet hair back from her face over her ear.

"Learning anything?" he teased, though he was only playful, doubting very much there was anything he could teach her.

"Mm that if I'm bad I get a good fucking?" she said in a mischievously innocent manner.

"That's not the lesson from all this at all Miss Fox!" he scolded, releasing one hip to deliver a quick smack to her perfect ass in a momentary pause from fucking her.

"But it seems to be," she cooed, looking back round at him with her pretty eyes, giving him an innocent, pleading look that made him melt, but also just made him want to fuck her all the more.

"Well you need to look deeper," he almost growled, plunging his hips down into her so the bulbous head of his cock slid powerfully across her G-spot, making her shudder as it drove to its deepest yet, stretching new places inside her for the first time in their fuck. Just holding for a moment, he let her take it in, signalling she was ready to continue with a squeeze of her delectable pussy, which immediately set him off thrusting quickly once again, but he maintained the depth, taking her by surprise. Megan could no nothing but gasp, curling her toes as she felt her legs wobble, desperate not to fall over in the shower, the cascading water having faded into the background as she focussed on the lovely spreading sensations from her pussy, up into her tummy as her orgasm built, which immediately trebled as she felt his hand slide round under her, quickly locating her stiff clit and giving it a rub, pushing a guttural groan from her as she shuddered. He pressed the advantage, circling her clit firmly to build her climax up, which worked very quickly, Megan again shuddering and grinding back into his crotch to get every possible inch of his manhood into her squeezing pussy.

"Please, don't stop," she breathed, eyes squeezed shut in imminent ecstasy. He decided not to tease her, continuing the pump stiffly into her wettening pussy, his fingers dancing over her hard button as she squeezed and spasmed around him, ready to come. Giving up on the circling of her clit, he switched to very firm, direct rubbing, up and down rapidly with his fingertip, immediately making her shudder, trying to curl up under him from the overwhelming sensations it caused, struggling for breath as she trembled. He kept going, her breathing hard and fast now, sharp gasps as she struggled to stay on her feet, her hands curling to dig her nails into the tiles as she held on as long as possible, bracing herself against the tidal wave, before it suddenly gave way and she was swept away by it in a powerful orgasm.

Letting out a long moan of pleasure and resignation to his skills, she came hard, shuddering uncontrollably, her knees buckling and squeezing together, tightening her around him with her thighs even as her pussy squeezed hard and held tight, pulling him right into her, clamped down round his cock, but with a rush of her thick, slippery juices he was able to keep thrusting, albeit a bit slower, but that merely increased the intensity as he ground into her to the hilt with each one, his fingers still assaulting her clit even as his other hand swiftly slid up her side to cup her breast, squeezing it quite hard, which only made her back arch and pulled another groan from her as she was swept along by the river of pleasure in her orgasm. Despite his work, her orgasm faded, at which point he delved his cock as deep into her again as he could and stopped, rubbing her clit slowly to a stop as she tried to bat him away from it, shivering and gasping in the intense aftermath of his touch. 

After a moment to let Megan catch her breath, he slowly pulled back and withdrew from her juicy pussy, hearing her whine as much in disappointment that he wasn't going to continue screwing her as much as that she wouldn't be able to return the favour and make him come. Reaching down he pulled her up, the sexy actress murmuring a bit at her stiff back from being bent over as he reached up to stop the shower, the sudden loss of the rushing water making the whole place seem deathly silent. Stepping out, he grabbed a large towel, holding it out towards her as she stepped out, wrapping it round her gorgeous body as she sighed, snuggling into it and letting him hold her close a moment. Relinquishing control of the towel to her, he grabbed one for himself, wrapping himself in it quickly to towel off the water swiftly so he could get her back to bed. Quickly drying himself off, he tied it round his waist and reached back for Megan, who had done just the same, leaving her with a beaming smile and her lovely, perky breasts on display, the nipples having screwed themselves up tightly in the cool air after the shower.

"Mm let's go back to bed," he said, unable to keep his eyes from roaming to take in her chest and lovely waist.

"Definitely. I think you should punish me for being such a bad girl," you purred, looking into his eyes with a little flick of her eyebrows.

"Oh really, and how might I do that?" he teased, though his mind gushed with potential ways to punish her, every dirty little fantasy welling to the fore like a hot spring.

"Oh I'm sure you'll think of something to put me in my place, and I've a few things that might help you out," she said with a sexy sideways smile as she sashayed past him in her towel, her hand effortlessly finding his to pull him towards the bedroom, not that he needed much persuading, especially as a flick of her wrist dispatched her towel to the floor.

"Well, you do need to learn your lesson," he murmured with a smile, just letting his spare hand reach out to pull her wet hair back over her sexy shoulders, having just been wrung out by her from the shower, shiny and dark down towards the small of her alluring back. He watched the sway of her gorgeous, inviting ass, something he'd not got much of as yet, as she led him back to the bedroom. It was just like something from a dream, Megan Fox, naked and wet, fresh from the shower, leading him to the bed with the intention of handing herself over to his sexual dominance. He momentarily wondered if she'd ever play such a movie part, then wondered at the pointless wander of his mind at such a time and focussed himself on Megan once more, his cock giving a surge of hardness as he watched her ass, letting his free hand stray forward to stroke and then squeeze at it. Turning back to face him with a naughty smile, she drew him close, pressing her naked body to his, her perky breasts and stiff nipples pressed into his lower chest as she looked up to him.

"In the drawer there baby," was all she said, before standing on her toes and kissing him, a quick kiss that swiftly turned into far more, his arms wrapping around her, lifting her waif form up from the floor so her dainty feet dangled freely as they kissed, making Megan feel like a princess or something, easily held aloft by her big, strong man. Their tongues slid sensually against each other as he stepped to her bed, then carefully lowered her down to it, Megan hooking a leg around his to draw him down with his, sighing through their snog as he slid down on top of her, between her perfect pins. His towel was still on but she could feel his throbbing erection waiting for her, which spurred her to quickly draw up her feet and kick it away from his waist, and it was easily disposed of to the floor once it was free of its knot.

"What's in the drawer Miss Fox?" he asked teasingly through their kiss as Megan held onto his bottom lip with her teeth, pausing to suck a little at it before she dropped her head back to the pillow with a smile and answered him.

"Whatever you feel I need," she purred, her smile cracking to a dirty grin, pulling him down again for another kiss as he reached over to the drawer, his other arm busy holding him up at the elbow as his hand groped over her firm breast, cupping her, squeezing rhythmically, quite hard but it was nothing but a good sensation to her aroused body. Yanking the drawer open noisily, Megan was surprised it didn't fall out onto the floor with a crash, immediately hearing the rattling as he started to fumble through it, his hand reading the items for him, which felt very interesting. In there, he very clearly felt handcuffs, a bottle of oil or lube, several dildos and vibrators, one of them being a rampant rabbit, as well as what felt like a couple of buttplugs, one of them a significant size. He couldn't help his curiosity any longer, pulling away from the gorgeous babe beneath him who was currently grinding up against his erect cock, eyes closed, and looked to the drawer to confirm his suspicions.

"I think this might be a good place to start with you," he said, pulling the handcuffs and holding them up before her. Megan eyed them with a smile, her mind immediately thinking of times before when she'd be restrained by the cold, merciless steel, the bite into her wrists, the clang of the chain on her headrail as she writhed in pleasure at the torments of the man who had locked her up.

"Well, I've been bad after all," she murmured, raising her wrists to him, offering herself fully to his captivity. With a smile he unlocked the cuff, putting it round her slender wrist and tightening it up, Megan inhaling with a pout at the cold metal touching her soft skin, but he didn't let it slow him, using it to pull her up from the bed as he stood, Megan quickly following so he didn't pull the cuff into her wrist, not that she was sure he would. This was playful, not painful. 

"You know, with you at my mercy, I may not be able to resist that sweet ass of yours you know," he said, almost idly as he pulled her close to him with a cuff, letting go of it to once again wrap his arms around her.

"Well, I won't give you permission to fuck me in the ass, don't even ask," she said teasingly, unable to hold the smile back from her cute lips, looking almost shyly aside then back up at him with eyes the screamed her desire to be owned. Without another word they kissed passionately, more to it than mere lust, his hands sliding up her back into her long, damp hair, pushing his hands through it and grasping it, which he used to firstly hold her head back as he yanked abruptly away from their kiss, Megan gasping and seeking with her tongue momentarily, then to lead her, using it to firmly pull her to the end of the bed. Megan felt a surge of pleasure at the pull of her hair, she loved it, she always had. There was just something inherently erotic about having her hair pulled, even pushing hands through it was enough to make her shiver, and for him to lead her this was a huge turn on.




Megan - Taming the Fox



Pulling her to the footrail, there was not a word spoken as he pushed on the top of her back, bending her over the metal rail of the bed, a squeal breaking from her skilful mouth as the cold steel pushed up into her toned tummy, making her shiver as he pulled her hands down, pulling the cuff through a convenient bar and locking her other wrist, leaving her prone over the end of her own bed, her gorgeous ass displayed, pussy peeking invitingly between her luscious, strokable thighs. He admired her for a second, then pushed her feet apart, near kicking them out so her legs were spread further, revealing her even more and leaving her ass pushed out as far as it could go, her back arched, just waiting for his taking of her. He started however by restraining himself, just letting his hand wander to her ass, stroking over the her perfect bum, down between her legs to stroke at the insides of her thighs, then back up to her slippery labia, stroking and parting the delicate lips like petals before drawing his hand back up, his finger trailing up between her cheeks and over her tight asshole, making her gasp and shift a little before his hand once again rested on her ass, before quickly pulling back then swatting at her for a swift, sharp spank that made her shudder and moan in the most blatant display of need.

"Hmm what am I going to do with you Megan?" he mused, just resting his hand on her lower back, letting it once again pull down over her smooth ass.

"I've got a pretty good idea, you men are all the same," she said in a playfully resigned manner.

"Oh is that so, so sure of what awaits you are you?" he asked, smacking her ass lightly, watching the pert cheeks jiggle ever so slightly at the blow, Megan sighing deeply.

"Fairly sure, after all, isn't it what you want? To fuck me?" she asked, looking back at him with her enchanting eyes.

"I believe I've already done that, something you offered up quite willingly," he said with a smile, reaching with both hands to squeeze at her ass.

"...I was horny," was all she murmured, smirking and looking away.

"You still are, which is why you're practically begging for this," he said, reaching from her ass to drag a finger straight up her slit, making her shiver as he felt her slippery pussy, very wet and ready for penetration.

"See, you're absolutely dripping down here, just gagging for it," he said, his hand returning to her ass, squeezing harder.

"Well I already did that too, but if I'm so horny, what do you have in mind for me?" she asked, wiggling a little. He proceeded to spread her ass to expose her tight back hole, looking so inviting, the thought of how tight she'd be anally enough to harden his cock even more.

"Oh I can think of something, something that will both punish and please you," he said with a smile.

"Well I'm helpless now you've cuffed me, you can do anything you want to me," she murmured, really starting to warm to her submission.

"I know," he said with a smirk she could hear in his voice, right before a pair of swift, firm spanks hit her ass, making her gasp and shiver, biting her lip to stifle a following moan. 

"I bet you're gonna really fuck me hard aren't you? Because I can't stop you," she asked, looking up from under her damp hair.

"And because you want it," he said matter-of-factly as he looked around her room, just letting his fingers stray between her legs to her needy pussy, teasing the entrance and then circling the clit lightly, making her thighs squeeze around his hand.

"Whether I want it or not you can do what you want to me," she breathed, sweat breaking out on her brow.

"I can, and you're still going to be punished for being such a bad girl," he said, immediately delivering a quick series of smacks to her stunning ass, which made her cry out with every one, clenching her hot rear and shying forward towards the cold metal bed frame. He smiled as her slightly reddened rear as he looked round her stuff, his eyes on her dressing table. Walking over, he quickly looked through it, his eyes locking on a bottle of moisturising oil she had, which he quickly picked up and stepped back to her with, Megan's eyes following him, though she uttered not a word about it.

"I think you wanna be fucked properly, dirtily, don't you Megan?" he asked, posing the question right when his fingers attacked her clit relentlessly again, making her arch and shudder quite violently, a stuttered groan escaping her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut.

"I....I....yes, yes!" she cried out, really wanting to get on with it, hating his tease.

"See, you're a naughty girl, begging for sex," he said, and with that delivered more spanks, making her cry out and shy away, the sting spreading over her bum, but also making her clit and nipples throb with her need, feeling so alive and awake to the world around her, every touch to her skin, every gasping of air she took, the way the cuffs dug into her wrists as she pulled at the cruel metal. He switched back to the tease though, stroking up her sides, over her back, round her tapered waist, and of course between her legs, over her juicy snatch and down the insides of her toned thighs, making her squirm in need. Just one hand slid up between her firm ass, his fingers exploring her anus a little more thoroughly, a fingertip just pushing in a little, making her moan, as with the other hand he picked up the bottle of oil and uncapped it, holding it up and drizzling it over her gorgeous ass.

They didn't speak as he did, Megan just sighing as he showed her such worship, loving how the cool oil trickled over her perfect ass, running down her soft skin as she bathed in his admiration of her booty. His fingers pulled from between her cheeks as he poured more oil over her, his spare hand sliding through it to spread it over her ass, stroking the slippery liquid over her body. She shivered and goosepimpled as she smooth oil spread over her, first one cheek, then the other, him only pausing to add a little more to create a perfect shine on her ass. Rubbing her firmly, she pushed back to him as she relished the sensation, something highly erotic about it, especially as he oiled her ass up just to look at, well at least right then. His groping and stroking continued, solely of her ass, for several minutes as he rubbed the oil into her, leaving her glistening and shiny, her ass looking even more gorgeous than ever. And then she knew he was ready to take her, as his slippery fingers probed between her cheeks to her back hole. A little pressure and his slick digit easily entered her ass, easier still since she didn't resist it.

The visit was brief however, as after one finger, he tried cautiously with two, eagerly gaining speed however as her ass stretched to accommodate them, making him aware that she was able to and willing to take anal, since she neither complained or was troubled, simply moaning lightly at the interesting sensations of him fingering her rear. Pulling back, he held her ass apart and poured a generous amount of oil between her cheeks, running down over her asshole, his hand quickly moving to scoop it up to her ass, pushing his finger easily back in to spread it inside her and make sure she was fully lubed, though some still ran past and down over her swollen cameltoe to mix with her own natural juices. With his other hand he quickly poured a trickle over his cock then put the oil aside, using the hand to quickly spread it over his bulbous tip. She heard him put the bottle down, sounding louder than it really should, then his other hand move to her ass, his finger still inside her, but he pulled it out to take hold of her hips, shuffling her a little into a better position as he stepped in behind her, feeling his knees bump her legs, her heart racing in anticipation of the fuck to come.

She let out a little murmur as his swollen head bumped her waiting hole, just feeling him push tentatively at it for a moment, finding his angle before he pushed forward firmly but carefully, reading her body for what she could take as he drove determinedly into the Hollywood star, pushing a deep groan from her as he plunged his cock into her, pushing her limits just a bit as he pushed his manhood balls deep in her oily booty, making her groan turn to a squeak at a slight twinge of pain, wincing as he gave her every inch of his cock, breathing out slowly as he paused to let her recover. Megan spurred him on with a restorative squeeze to his cock using her tight sphincter, which immediately alerted him that she was ready to get fucked in the ass, and he had absolutely no problems with taking advantage of that opportunity. Megan let out a strained groan like she'd been hit in the stomach as he suddenly grabbed her hips and let loose on her, pulling back and slamming back into her ass with everything he had, his hips slapping against her peachy ass in the process, pushing her forward to strain at her cuffs.

Not a word was spoken about what they were doing as his grip tightened on her lovely figure, quickly getting a rhythm of deep, fast strokes into her ass, his hands sliding from her hips up to her waist, pulling back against where his hands had been to offer leverage to take Megan fully, not that she minded that in the slightest. She let out a breathy moan of pleasure as she felt every ridge and shape of his cock driving in and out of her asshole, squeezing at him to slow him down, increasing the pressure and resultantly the pleasure she felt from it, hearing him growl and feeling him tremble as he was slowed but immediately rewarded for it by her vice like ass. His pace picked up in the wake of her clamping down, driven to chase his pleasure more in her gorgeous ass, the thought of the fact he was fucking Megan Fox in the ass as much of a turn on as her soft, tight, squeezing body was round his cock and under his hands, and in front of his groin as he pumped into her.

He pumped into her as he felt the buzz of a rising climax in the head of his cock, just keeping it steady and not letting it take hold as he fucked the moaning movie star in the ass, loving the way she pushed back to meet him, not pretending she didn't love it or was only doing it for him. She was most definitely doing it for herself as well, seeming to positively relish his hard cock up her ass, squeezing at him, giving a grunt every time she did as her body rippled around his. As he pulled away she tried to meet him, feeling the cold steel bite into her wrists as she fought the handcuffs, wishing desperately to reach back for her clit, stiff and untouched, or for him, to hold him closer to her as he took her. The delightful rattle of the chain on her handcuffs against the bedframe was music to his ears as he fucked her, loving that she couldn't escape him, not that she was trying, but was completely helpless to his whim, which was only to pump her ass as hard as he could however.

There was no holding back now, he just couldn't, grabbing her damp hair, with both hands and pulling back to jam his cock into her, making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, Megan loving how the cuffs dug into her skin and her head searing in the most erotic manner from his treatment of her, her back arching, head pulled up by him as he fucked her hard. Deciding she couldn't get to her clit and not taking no for an answer, Megan pulled herself forward, surprising him, though he reined her in with her hair, but only succeeded in pulling himself to her as she used her powerful thighs to yank herself forwards to the frame, gasping as the cold metal pressed into her hips. However it offered her just enough room to reach up, sliding the cuffs up the bars of the bed, to reach for her clit, fumbling a moment before getting her fingertips to her clit, shuddering hard as soon as she touched it. Her squeezes instantly made him shiver and grunt, suddenly pumping her hard. Megan knew what it meant, the way his cock swelled a little bit harder and he started pumping her faster, with shallow little thrusts just into her ass to stimulate his head. He was going to come, hard, but she didn't care as she was about to do just that herself, and she wagered harder than him.

"Oh fuck my ass!" she gasped whorishly, surprising even herself with it as she came, her fingers dancing at her erect button, making her spasm beneath him, her legs buckling a little beneath him, her weight dropping onto the frame more, the cold press of the steel only adding another sensation to turn her on as she burst with ecstasy. Her fingers didn't stop, working hard as he worked just as hard to plunge his big cock in and out of her tight little ass, her screams coming out long and loud, not caring about anything else as she trembled and jerked over the foot of the bed, her ass squeezing incredibly round his cock, pushing him easily over the edge, which she just about knew about through her orgasmic haze. She sensed his awkward, strained strokes into her ass as he tried to hold it back, before an abrupt, deep stab into her ass that made her yelp, before a deep groan as he emptied his hot, thick load into her in sharp, hard bursts, pulling back on her hair harder and grunting as he let his climax wash over him. Giving a few slight thrusts into her he pumped every last drop of himself into her incredible ass as she shivered to a stop herself, gasping heavily for air, feeling the sweat cooling over her back as he slowly released her hair, letting her aching neck down as he inhaled the cool air greedily himself.

After a minute or so, he slipped his softening cock from her luscious ass, pulling from her shiny, oiled ass and just stroking a hand down her back that made her tingle, murmuring a little tiredly as he managed to find the key to her handcuffs. Reaching straight between her legs, they both smiled as he unlocked her, releasing her from her prone, submissive position over the bed, standing up a little stiffly and turning to him, offering her arm with the cuffs dangling from them. Reaching for that, he unlocked it, casting them aside completely, then used it to pull her close to him, pushing her hair back from her face and drawing her into a deep kiss, holding it as he reached down to scoop her up, his arm under her knees and back to carry her round to the bed itself, lowering her down.

"That was fantastic Megan. I'm so glad you wanted to meet up," he breathed as he laid her on the bed, leaning for another kiss as he slid on beside her.

"Mmm me too, where would I get any action otherwise?" she teased as he lazily pulled the sheets over them, Megan immediately pulling herself close to him for a cuddle.

"I've no idea. After all, where would a woman as hot as you find a man?" he said with a smile, closing his eyes and just relishing the feeling that he was snuggled up with the worlds sexiest woman. Leaning up on her elbow, Megan flicked the hair back from her face and looked down to him with a sexy sideways smile.

"You know, you don't have to leave right away..."

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Megan, The Special One



It had been a long day. I went to my hotel room to take a shower and change before I went downstairs for a drink; then I would think about dinner. I was seated at a table reviewing the events of the day when I noticed a very nice looking woman sitting at a table nearby. A guy came up to her and offered to buy her a drink. She thanked him but declined. She said that she was waiting for her husband. His reply startled me when he said that he had noticed that she had been there for well over an hour. She smiled and nodded but said that he would be there shortly.

I travel frequently for a living and have seen many women sitting alone in bars. Some want to be picked up, some just wait until their boy friend or husband shows up. I had even seen a few where the husband was sitting on the other side of the bar waiting for her to get picked up. But I don't recall ever seeing a woman wait for over an hour alone for a husband or boy friend to show up. Usually they left after a half an hour or so or got frustrated and started dancing with the next person who asked.

Casually, I turned to her and said in a quiet voice. "I heard that you have been waiting for your husband for quite awhile. If you like, come share my table. It will keep the wolves away and I always like to talk to a pretty woman. And I promise I won't hit on you."

She looked like she was in her mid twenties and at thirty five, I must have looked like a father figure to her because she smiled and said, "I'd think I might like that." She moved herself to my table and I introduced myself as Jared Green; she introduced herself as Megan Stromberg.

We talked for a while and she gradually told me that her husband was actually next door in a sports bar watching a football game with his buddies. He had asked her to meet him to go to dinner but he had met up with his friends and a lot of time had passed. She didn't have her car which was in the shop so she was mostly stuck until he finished and came for her. She loosened up and she gradually started laughing at some of my lame jokes. I found her easy to talk to and definitely not hard to look at. It was now about 8:30 and I was getting hungry and I knew that she must be also; so I offered to take her to eat in the dining room. I could tell that she was tempted but still hesitant. She said that her husband would be really angry if she left. I suggested that we go over to the bar and tell him what we were going to do and he could join us when he was finished. She was debating the issue when we both heard a loud belligerent voice say, "Who the hell are you and what are you doing with my wife?"

While it caught me by surprise, I responded in a quiet and measured voice, "I am doing the exact opposite to what you have been doing; I am not ignoring your wife and leaving her alone for over two hours in a bar to be hit on by every horny man in town."

His response was less belligerent but his attitude still pissed me off. "Well, I'm here now and you don't need to hang around sniffing any more, old man." His wife started to say something but I held up my hand to her. Then I stood up and at 6'2" and 200 lbs looked down on his 5'8" slender frame.

"Now look here son; you have ignored her all night and she has waited patiently for you. But you would rather watch a stupid game with your buddies than take her out to eat. We were just talking about going over to tell you that I was going to buy her dinner in the restaurant but since you have been such an asshole, now I am going to tell you what we are going to do and what you are going to do. Listen closely. I am going to take her out to dinner at any place she wants. And then I will take her anyplace else she wants to go. If she wants to go dancing, then we will go dancing. If she wants to go fuck, then we will go fuck. In short, we will do what your wife wants to. I will have her home at midnight. In the meantime, you go back and finish the game with your buddies and when the game is over, go home and on the way stop and buy a bottle of nice white wine. Have it chilled for us when I bring her home. Have a couple of candles lit also. If you can't act civilly when I bring her home, go to bed or go play with yourself but stay away from us when we get there. If you can act like a civil being, you can share a glass of wine with us. Now do you understand what is going to happen tonight and what you are to do?"

He looked into my eyes and saw that I was serious and said a simple, "Yes, sir." I reached for Megan's hand, she took it and I led her out of the bar into the parking lot without either of us looking back.

"Oh my God. I can't believe you did that and he backed down so easily."

"Megan, your husband needs a couple of years in the military and a tour overseas to learn how to be persuasive. Now, where would you like to have dinner, my treat?"

"You don't have to do that. I can fix something at home if you would drop me off."

"I told him that I was taking you to dinner and anywhere else you wanted to go. So take advantage of it."

"Well, there is a really good Chinese place not too far from here, if you like Chinese? It's kind of expensive though."

"I like Chinese as long as it is good but there is nothing worse than bad Chinese food. And I don't remember saying that we could go anywhere you wanted as long as they have value meals." I smiled at her and that seemed to calm her down some. "So here is my car and you will have to tell me how to get there."

I helped her in the passenger side and got in and started the car. She gave me directions to a really nice looking place a couple of miles away. I took her hand and helped her out of the car and led her to the door where we were promptly seated.

"Order anything you want. Would you like some plum wine with dinner? It is very nice."

"Yes, thank you." We ordered our dinners and a bottle of plum wine. Then she asked, "Are you staying at the hotel?"

"Yes. I usually stay there when I am in town. The rooms are comfortable and it never gets too noisy."

"Do you travel a lot?"

"Yes. I am usually on the road four days each week then in the office for one and the weekend is mine. Do you work?"

"Yes, I'm a management trainee at one of the retail stores in the mall."

"That's nice. How is the program going?"

"So far, OK. I liked working in the personnel and the accounting departments. Now I am in the sales rotation. That isn't my strongest suit but it is alright so far. I still have the operations rotation and then they will assign me to a permanent department."

"Good. Is the company pretty stable?"

"I hope so. It is one of the big department store chains but any more you never know for sure."

"That is for certain. So tell me about yourself."

She talked for fifteen minutes about her background and schooling. She only briefly mentioned her marriage. Then our food arrived and we ate like we hadn't eaten since lunch, which neither of us had. She seemed to really like the plum wine and had two glasses. I wasn't sure if I should warn her that it sneaks up on you. But I let it ride.

When we finished dinner it was almost 10:00. She had loosened up nicely and was back to the laughing woman from the bar. "So, is there something else you would like to do tonight? It is still early and the game is still going on."

"Are you sure? I mean I have enjoyed being with you and all but dinner should be enough."

"Nope; you have a free pass until midnight. What would you like to do; go dancing? I told him that we might do that."

"You also told him that we might..."

"That was for his benefit, not yours. He needed a wakeup call and that was it. So dancing or something else?"

"Dancing would be nice. There is a dance club a couple of miles closer to town."

"Give me directions and I will drive the lady's chariot anywhere she desires."

She laughed and I led her back to the car. She directed me toward town and into the parking lot of a club that I had seen before but never been to. It turned out to be a real dance club for people who liked to dance. You could have a wine or coffee but it wasn't a bar filled with gyrating drunks. We ordered a wine and then slipped onto the dance floor. We weren't in the same league as some of the better dancers, but we easily found a rhythm and pattern that worked for us and we both enjoyed our dances. I especially enjoyed the slow ones because after the first one, she easily came into my arms and we held each other closely with her head resting on my shoulder. Finally, at 11:30, I suggested that we needed to go if we were to make the midnight deadline. She seemed a little reluctant but then agreed realizing that coming home late would bring on a huge problem.

As we drove to her house, she thanked me for the evening and how much she enjoyed it. She wasn't sure what to expect when we got home but that if I wanted to leave without going in, she could handle things.

"No, your husband's education isn't done for the night. We will go in and have a glass of wine together. If he is there with us, just act normal. I think that it would be better if you just said very general things about what we did, not specifics. It will play on his mind not knowing what really happened." She smiled at that idea.

I parked in front of her house but before we got out, I handed her two business cards and said, "Here; put this card in your purse. When he finds it, he will throw it away. So put this one somewhere else. This one has my cell phone number on it. I'll be here until Thursday. Call me if you want or if hubby decides to ignore you again." She smiled again and I got out and led her to the front door. She took a deep breath and opened the door uncertain of what awaited her.

Surprisingly, the living room lights were low and there were several candles lit giving the room a warm glow. He was sitting in his recliner trying to look relaxed. We entered the room and I led her to the sofa and sat down next to her.

Then I said, "Why don't you bring us each a glass of wine and one for yourself, if you want." It wasn't a request and he immediately got up and went to the kitchen and came with two glasses of white wine and a beer for himself. Megan blushed but accepted the wine. I took mine and nodded in his direction but never took my eyes off of Megan. I was sitting close to her but not touching her at all so I sat back and put my arm along the top of the sofa behind her.

"So Megan, how much longer is your sales rotation going to last?" That seemed to give her something to talk about without feeling embarrassed in front of him. We talked about her job for several minutes while he sat there drinking his beer. When our glasses were low, I told him to give us each a refill and leave us alone for awhile. He brought the bottle and filled our glasses and left the bottle and then went to the back of the house and shut the bedroom door behind him.

We sipped our wine but she seemed afraid to say or do anything.

"I will leave when we are through with our wine. Are you going to be alright?"

She sighed and said, "I think so. He has never done anything to hurt me. I expect that he will just give me a cold shoulder tonight. If he does, I'll probably just sleep in the guest room."

"If he tries to hurt you at all, call me immediately, understand? I don't like men ignoring their wives but I have absolutely no use for men who hurt their women. So don't be afraid to call me if you need to." I finished my wine and stood. She finished hers and also stood and walked me to the door.

"Jared, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your company tonight even if things started off a little tense. I really appreciate it." Then she leaned forward and gave me kiss right next to my mouth. I smiled at her and caressed her cheek.

"Sleep well and call me if you feel like it." Then I went out and I heard the door being locked after me. As I drove back to the hotel, I reviewed the night and felt that I too had really enjoyed our evening together. I wondered if I would ever hear from her again. I slept well and woke up a little later than usual. I showered, dressed and went down for the breakfast buffet. I had just started to eat when my cell phone went of showing a number I did not recognize. I answered it and was surprised that it was Megan.

"Hello, I wasn't sure if I would ever hear from you again."

"Well, I knew I would call you if for no other reason than to thank you again for a great evening. I really needed one and you lived up to all of your advanced billing. I also thought I would tell you what happened after you left."

"Well, I don't hear tears so I assume he didn't hit you; what happened?"

"Nothing actually. By the time I got to bed, he was asleep. I think he might have had a few more beers than he needed. And this morning, he didn't say a word. But he did go through my purse before I got up and tore up your card and left it in plain sight in the trash."

"That boy needs to grow up."

"Tell me about it. In any event he just called and said that he is going to the ballgame tonight with his friends."

"Ah, so where would you like to go tonight?"

"Actually that is the other reason I called. Some friends of mine from college are having a cookout tonight and he wouldn't go with me even if he was home and had nothing to do. So I was wondering if..."

"I would be happy to take you. What time and what is the dress?"

'Oh it's very casual and we can be there any time after 6:00."

"Casual like jeans or shorts?"

"Yes, whatever you have with you. I'll either wear a sundress or shorts and a top. I haven't decided yet."

"OK. Then there is two things you need to do. First, think about how you want to introduce me. It probably wouldn't sound really good to tell your friends that I am a guy you met in a bar last night."

She laughed, "You are probably right and I hadn't thought about that. I'll think of something. What else?"

"Call what's his name and tell him that I am taking you to this party and that I will have you home by midnight but that we want red wine tonight."

"Hahaha, he will love that but I'll do it. Anything else?"

"No, I'll pick you up around 5:30 or so. Is that good?"

"That will be perfect. I'll see you then."

"Yes, you will."

I finished my breakfast and then rearranged my day so that I could get back and change and clean up early. I also thought that her husband must be a total idiot. Last night had been a gentlemanly lesson that he refused to take it to heart; tonight, the process would change. I got my things together and went out to meet the day.

Things went well and smoothly and I was finished before I expected to be. On the way back to the hotel, I decided to stop and buy a shirt to wear tonight. Most of the things I brought were dress shirts so I pulled into the mall and went into the nearest store that had a men's department and started looking for a shirt I liked.

Then I heard a voice say, "May I help you Mr. Jared Green?" It was followed by a giggle that I had come to know fairly well.

"Well, I have this date tonight with the fabulously beautiful woman and I want to impress her. It is casual and I need a shirt to wear with jeans. What would you suggest, Ms. Stromberg?"

"Well, Mr. Green, since it is a special woman that you want to impress, let me suggest one of these over here. I like them very much and I expect that your date would also. Personally, I think this green one would look very good on you."

"Then I will get the green one for tonight but I think I will also get the red one and the tan one also. Who knows, I may have another opportunity to impress her at another time."

"Very good choices, sir. You have very good taste. Is there anything else you need today?"

"Yes, I really need something to give her tonight to make a good impression on her. Can you think of anything that might work?"

"Well, flowers always impress me but personally, just being attentive and enjoying her company would be all is needed."

"I see. Well I will think about it. So did you run into any rumbling roadblocks on the way in today?"

"A little grumbling but not much else. Things are fine for tonight."

"I am glad to hear that. I am looking forward to my date tonight?"

"Probably not as much as I am. Let's get you checked out so you have time to change and I need to leave in about twenty minutes if I am going to be ready."

"I'll make it closer to 6:00 then."

"That would be great. You are so considerate. I'll be ready."

I was showered and cleaned up by 5:00 and decided to start driving towards her house. Along the way, I made two stops. The first to buy a bouquet of flowers for Megan and the second for a couple of bottles of wine and a case of beer; two things that are always welcome at a cookout. I arrived at her front door at five minutes until six and knocked on the door.

When she opened it and stood before me, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. "You look gorgeous. I thought you said casual but you look good enough to take to anyplace in this town for any reason."

"Oh stop it. This is casual but thank you for the compliment."

"I wasn't just making a polite compliment. Oh, and rumor has it that a woman like you like flowers."

"Oh they are lovely, just beautiful. Come in and let me put them in a vase." I followed her inside admiring the view from the backside. She had a lovely round ass and a thin waist. The skin on her back was flawless and I had noticed an ample cleavage from the front. This woman was drop dead beautiful in any city in the country. I wasn't certain but it appeared that she was wearing hold up stockings or hose of some kind. They encased her legs perfectly. When the flowers were in the vase, she put them on the table in the kitchen and then beamed her brilliant smile at me.

"I ought to be angry with you for getting them but they are so beautiful, all I can say is thanks." Then she gave me a kiss like the one she gave me when I left the previous night.

"Are you ready to stun the rest of the party goers?" I asked.

"I think that they will be stunned because I showed up. I don't usually get to go for the usual reasons."

"Well you have no such excuse tonight. Let us depart." She took her purse and keys and I led her to the car.

She told me to drive along the freeway toward the river and she settled into the seat and looked at me. "Whoever helped you pick out that shirt really knew what they were talking about. You look very handsome tonight. I'm proud to be going with you."

"Thanks, the sales girl was a cheeky little thing but cute. I liked her taste that is for sure."

"Cheeky?"

"Yes. She had two of them; one on each side of her face." Megan laughed heartily so we were already ahead of last night by quite a bit.

Once down near the river she directed me through a maze of streets until we came to a cul de sac. There were several cars parked on both sides of the street, so I parked down the street a short ways. I handed the two bottles of wine to Megan and carried the beer myself. When we arrived at the door, it opened before Megan even had a chance to knock and there were screams from inside and several arms grabbed her and pulled her inside leaving me with a case of beer and a stupid look on my face. A second later, Megan came back and said, "Don't just stand there, come on in."

I entered and was greeted by a blushing hostess. "I'm so sorry. I got so excited that Megan came that I forgot my manners. Please forgive me. I'm Rachel Conners."

"Well thank you Rachel, I'll withhold my acceptance of your apology for at least 30 seconds."

"Crap, Megan, this isn't John! He is too tall and has a sense of humor."

Megan almost choked. "No Rachel, this is my friend Jared Green. John had an important meeting to go to."

"You mean a ball game or night out with the boys, don't you? One of these days I'm going to teach you the merits of flushing certain waste out of your life."




Megan, The Special One



Megan turned bright red. I covered her, "Uh Rachel, now I think you owe Megan apology now. That was a little bit rough."

Rachel looked at me for a moment and then at Megan. "I'm sorry Megan, you know how I feel about you; that just came out harder than I meant. Please forgive me or tell your boy friend here to take me across his lap and spank me."

Megan laughed again and said, "I ought to have him spank you. Your husband would probably come help or sell tickets."

"Yes, that asshole would. Give me the wine and you go on outside. I'll put these up and get the beer delivered. I promise I will treat Jared with kid gloves."

"Why don't you just keep your hands off of him? He's fragile."

Rachel looked at me again. "Fragile, my ass; this boy is built for action. Come with me Jared and we will find a place to put the beer. It will only be temporary of course, once the guys see it."

She led the way to the kitchen. There was a large galvanized tub with ice waiting on a table by the door and I put the beer in there.

"Listen, thanks for bringing Megan. We all like her a lot but she usually doesn't come because John won't come. He came once and spent the whole evening watching a game on television and never said a word to anyone. When the game ended, he told Megan that it was time to go. So he isn't one of our favorite people. Most of the husbands aren't part of our original group but they find ways to get involved. John can't seem to be able to relate."

"Well, I guess it is best to just make sure that Megan is welcome even without him tagging along. I'll pour us a glass of wine and take it to her."

"Thanks, you seem like a real nice guy."

"Hey, the evening is young and I still have plenty of time to make an ass out of myself."

"Don't worry about it. There are several other over-aged teenagers out there already. You will fit right in."

I carried two glasses of wine outside and found Megan surrounded by five very attractive women Megan's age. They all seemed genuinely glad to see her. I handed her a glass of wine and started to back away when she grabbed my hand and pulled her into the group. "Everybody, this is Jared Green. Jared this is Katie, Wendy, Carla, Jasmine, and Laura. There will be a test later and you are expected to get all of the names right." The girls all giggled.

"Alright, let's see. You were Hermione, weren't you? And you were Martha? How am I doing?"

One of the girls piped up, "Just about as good as any of the guys."

"That bad huh?" I added. That brought a laugh from all of them. They all looked at Megan who blushed lightly. I smiled and backed away and headed toward a group of men who were standing around the grill. I introduced myself to them and they also thanked me for bringing Megan. But then the talk moved on to the usual guy talk; work, the women, some sports, and politics. As would be expected, there was no broad agreement on anything except that the women all looked really good tonight. I heartily agreed on that subject.

We talked about nothing of significance for about thirty minutes until the chef de jour made an appearance with a platter of meat. At that point the men divided into two groups with one side advocating rubs versus marinating for grilling. Since the sides were equally split, one of the guys finally asked, "So Jared, what is your preference for grilling meat?"

My response was, "I'm a pragmatist; I like mine medium well with a side of sauce. How it gets to that point, I leave up to those who know what they are doing." That brought a round of groans. It also brought Megan to my side.

"So what are you great men deciding?" I felt her hand seek mine.

"They have just boycotted me because I don't have a clue about grilling meat successfully."

"Yes Megan, teach him something useful." One of the guys said.

"I can use a microwave successfully most of the time." I said hopefully.

"Crap, you sound just like a bachelor." Another said and that was met with raised beers and several "Here, Heres."

Finally I said, "Aren't you going to defend my honor?"

Quietly, she said, "I think that Jared is a perfect gentleman and has a good grasp of the important things in life."

"Crap, she sounds like a woman falling in love." Megan squeezed my hand. I squeezed hers back.

Just then Rachel came out and asked Megan and I to join her in the kitchen. Once inside, she said, "I guess that some folks are starting to tease you two. A couple of girls have asked about your relationship. Do you want me to put a cork in it for you?"

I looked to Megan; these were her friends and she would be the one to deal with any fallout.

"Rachel, let's don't worry about it. The fact is that Jared bailed me out of an awkward situation recently and I am very thankful. He has proven to be a good friend and companion. Let's leave it at that. OK?"

Rachel looked at Megan and then at me. She smiled and said, "Alright then that is settled."

I added, "Rachel, let's don't kid ourselves. We all know that people are going to speculate and gossip for all it is worth and it will last until someone else does something to get their attention. Megan and I have spent some time together because it was a benefit to both of us, like tonight. She wouldn't be here if I didn't accompany her here. If that is adequate to confirm someone's lurid fantasies, there is nothing either of us can say to put a cork in it. So as Megan says, let's just leave it alone."

Rachel added, "Megan, you know that no one wants anything bad to happen to you. We are just glad that you are here tonight. So we are happy for whatever brought you to us. I'll try to keep the gossipers at bay."

"Thanks, Rachel."

"Thanks, Rachel." I added.

"Then let's go see how badly those nerds burned the meat. I'm getting hungry." She added as she scurried out of the door.

Megan looked at me and asked, "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. I am worried how you are holding up. They don't know me but they do know you and you will have to live with the repercussions. Are you alright?"

"Frankly, I am happy to be here with my friends again and I am proud to be here with you. I can live with any gossip that crops up because I know what is true. So let's don't worry about it. I want to sit with you when we eat. Don't shy away from me, please."

"That is the last thing on my mind. I just want to give you the space you need to enjoy yourself."

"I will enjoy myself when you are nearby."

"Then I will be near you for the rest of the evening."

"Thanks."

When we got our food and filled our plates, I was right next to her. We commandeered chairs next to each other with a small table nearby. I refilled our wine glasses and we sat back and ate. Basically, we listened to the various conversations going on. She would lean over and tell me the background if I needed to know something. Each time she did this I enjoyed the enhanced view of her cleavage that she showed me. By the time the meal was over, it had turned dark and gotten cooler. A number of people had moved indoors to continue talking. We stayed until I noticed that she was shivering.

"Let's go inside and join the others. You are shivering and your teeth are about to chatter." I took her hand and put my arm around her to provide some warmth. She nestled in my arms. Inside, it was much more comfortable but she still stayed close.

There was only one seat available in the living room and that was a straight-back chair that even looked uncomfortable. I sat down and the only place for Megan was in my lap, so that is where she sat. At first she sat upright on my knees but she gradually slid back and was soon leaning against my chest and my hands were on her waist. Everyone had mellowed out so there wasn't as much teasing and joking going on. People talked about people they all knew or about things that were important to them. Dessert was served along with coffee for those who wanted it. We each had a piece of cake and a cup of coffee. Shortly after that, various couple began to leave.

I checked my watch and whispered to her, "Are you ready to leave and go someplace else?"

"Do you know some place? I don't?"

"I have heard about a place, a jazz place near the East Side. Does that ring any bells?"

"Not the club but I know where the East Side is."

"Then let's go see if we can find it."

"I'm with you, Jared."

"I noticed."

We said our good nights and I led her to the car. She directed me to an area near downtown. We drove around not seeing anything until we heard a wailing horn sounding in the night. It only took a couple of minute to find a parking place and the entrance to the little hole in the wall jazz joint. It turned out to be exactly that, a hole in the wall leading down a short alley to a downstairs door where quiet music permeated the evening air. We went in and found a neat but cramped room with a bar in one corner and a stage in the other. The rest of the room was filled with small tables and chairs. Regardless of one's intent, you were going to be rubbing shoulders with your neighbor. The waitress might only be able to get within two tables with your drinks and several people might have to hand them to you. It was tight but also a very eclectic place where within a short time, you felt part of the scene.

We found one empty chair on the side against the wall and once again, I had Megan sitting in my lap. Fortunately, the waitress could stand right next to us and I ordered my favorite after hours coffee drink hoping that Megan would like it too. We listened to the music and soon felt the vibes penetrating our beings. It wasn't loud as much as full as the three musicians played a repertoire of old songs and some of their own creation. By the time our coffee arrived, Megan had found a comfortable sitting position which included leaning her back against one side of my chest and her arm around my neck. I had one arm around her waist to stabilize her and we each had one hand free to hold our coffee. She took one sip and pressed her lips to my ear and said, "This is really great stuff. Thanks." Then she kissed my ear. I squeezed her with my arm. A couple near us left and another chair became free but she made no movement to leave my lap and I wasn't going to encourage her to do so.

We sat and enjoyed the music, each other's company, and a second coffee. Somewhere near the end of a song, I felt the urge and kissed her shoulder right at the base of her neck. I could feel her shudder a little but it wasn't the shudder of someone trying to escape. We felt very comfortable together just enjoying the moment together. The band took a break at about 11:15 and I felt that we should be starting on the road back. When I suggested that to her, she frowned and said, "I guess so but I am really enjoying this; actually this whole night has been perfect. I wish it didn't have to end." Then she kissed me directly on the lips with a tender and meaningful kiss. It was only natural for me to return it and hold it as long as she was willing to continue. Finally, she stood up and I followed and led her outside. It was definitely chilly now, so I wrapped my arms around her again and held her closely until we got to the car. This time she immediately laid her head on my shoulder and took my free arm and held it close to her. She was humming along with the radio and seemed very content and mellow.

We were about half way to her house when she said, "A couple of blocks ahead there is a small park. Pull in there for a minute. There are a couple of things I want to talk to you about." I found the park and pulled in and parked. It wasn't terrible private as it was right next to the road, but it was suitable for talking.

She held my hand and toyed with my fingers for a moment. "I just want to tell you how much I have really enjoyed last night and tonight. You and I have done more things for me in two nights than I have done in two months." I started to say something, but she stopped me. "Tomorrow is your last night here, isn't it?" I nodded. "Well, Rachel gave me two tickets to an opera tomorrow night. I've never been to an opera before and I was wondering if you might like to take me."

"Of course, I would love to take you. Do you think that it is wise?" We both understood what I meant.

"I'm not sure about wise, but I want to go to the opera and I want for you to take me. John has a softball game tomorrow but it doesn't start until 8:00, so he will be there when you pick me up. I could come to your hotel if you wanted me to."

"Let me think about it a little. But for now, let's plan on it one way or the other." She smiled her wonderful smile.

"Thank you. You are going home on Thursday, right?" I nodded. "Are you, I mean will you be coming back to this area anytime soon?" She blushed.

"I come through here often and stay here frequently. In fact, I might be back next week depending on what I find out when I get to the office on Friday. When I do come back, do you want me to call you and perhaps see you some more."

She almost jumped on the answer. "Yes. I mean yes, I'd like that if you want to see me, I mean."

It was my turn to smile, "Seeing you is the easiest thing I have done in months and of course I would love to take you out again. I'll call you Friday when I see what my schedule will be."

"Oh, I almost forgot. I will only be at work Friday morning. In the afternoon, I have to drive to Dallas to the regional office. Every month the management trainees have a weekend training session and this is the weekend for it. So you might not be able to reach me while I am on the road."

"What do you do at these meetings?"

"Friday night is usually a dinner with one of the managers who pumps us up with corporate propaganda. It is usually over by 8:00 and then most of the others go to a club or something. Then Saturday we have meetings all day. That night we are on our own. The guys usually want to go to a gentleman's club or something. The girls just go to a club and dance or try to get picked up. I usually go to my room and watch television. Then Sunday morning, we have breakfast with another manager and we drive home after that. Why?"

"Well then here is the plan, Friday night, call me when the dinner is winding down and I will pick you up and we will go someplace else. Bring a nice dress for Saturday night and we will go out for a nice evening. Then Sunday, wear casual clothes and after the breakfast, we can spend the day doodling around town. How does that sound?" It was my turn to smile.

"Are you serious? I would love that. I am usually bored during the meetings but the evenings are positively tedious since I don't hang out with the others very often. Wait, I thought your office was in Houston."

"Well, sort of. The main office is there but I work up here and actually work out of my home. It beats the hell out of driving from Houston up here and back. I actually live just outside Dallas but I am only about 20 minutes from anywhere. So if you aren't tired of me yet, we can have most of the weekend together."

"How could I be tired of you yet? Every time I am with you, you show me a new and wonderful time and besides, I like your humor and charm and, well, I like just about everything about you. So let's plan on the weekend for sure. I can guarantee that I will be looking forward to it."

"Probably not as much as I am."

"Don't count on that. I guess we better get going. We are going to be a couple of minutes later anyway." She leaned over and kissed me again and then resumed her position with her head on my shoulder. I drove a little faster than I might have wanted to but we arrived at her house just a couple of minutes after midnight. I walked her to the door and once again she took a deep breath before she opened the door. There were no candles tonight but there were two wine glasses on the coffee table along with an open bottle of red wine. He was sitting in his recliner again with a beer already open. I doubted that it was his first one. I led Megan to the sofa and sat next to her. This time our hips were touching as well as our shoulders. It didn't take a genius to figure out that John was building up his courage to say something. I just ignored him and poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Megan. That seemed to be the trigger for John to start talking. Without him noticing, I put my hand on Megan's back to assure her that I would take care of it.

"Listen, this is the second night in a row you have taken my wife out. I don't think that is right and I want it to stop. I've got some rights in this family you know."

"If you exercised those rights and responsibilities properly, you wouldn't have this problem that you think you have." I said in a quiet but forceful voice. "Now, listen closely. You haven't learned a damn thing since we talked last night. You are still ignoring Megan and prefer playing with your little friends than paying attention to her. So it should come as no shock to you that she will find someone to spend time with to do the things she wants to do and take care of her needs. Right now, that happens to be me and it will continue to be me until she chooses otherwise. Now here is what is going to happen, so pay close attention. You forgot the candles tonight. When I finish, you will put the candles out and turn the lights down like they were last night. Then because your attitude sucks tonight, you can pour us another glass of wine and go to your bedroom. I don't think we want your sulkiness around us tonight. Tomorrow, Megan and I are going to an opera. You will help her choose what she will wear and help her dress. I will pick her up at 6:00. If you are still going to be sullen, leave and go somewhere else when I pick her up. If you can be civil, you can pour us each a glass of wine before we leave. I'm not sure when the opera will be over so we might be later than midnight getting home. But when we do arrive, you will have a bottle of champagne and a plate of snacks ready for us. In fact, if the weather is warmer than tonight, we will have our snack on the patio. Do you understand what you are to do?"

He stared at me like he did previously. I just stared back. Finally, he backed down, and said with almost a whimper, "Yes."

"What?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now take care of the candles and lights and pour us another glass of wine; then disappear."

He looked like he wanted to say something else but then thought better of it. He got out the candles and lit them and lowered the lights. Then he poured us each a refill. He hesitated but after glancing at me again, he went down the hall to the bedroom.

I could feel the air leaving Megan's lungs when she finally heard the bedroom door shut.

"I don't know how you do that, but I find it fascinating that he just caves in to you like that."

"I'm not really doing anything to him; he is doing most of it to himself. I'm just directing him to do what he wants to do anyway."

"I guess I don't understand it; must be a guy thing."

"In a way it is, but sometime if you are interested, I'll try to explain it a little bit. It is really salesmanship at work."

"I'm not sure I want him to help me dress or even pick out things for me to wear tomorrow night. He'll probably want me in a burlap sack."

"Don't give him that option. I told him to help, not decide. You choose maybe two or three things that you would like to wear and let him pick between those. Especially do that with your underwear. Let him pick between two choices. You will end up wearing what you want to wear and he will worry about it all night."

"What do you mean?"

"Unless you told him something that you didn't mention, he doesn't have a clue as to what we did last night or tonight. He probably thinks that we spent all night in my room screwing ourselves silly. The thing is, he doesn't know what we are doing but his imagination is running rampant and he is afraid to ask either you or I what the truth is. If he picks out your underwear tomorrow night, he will spend all night wondering if I will see what you are wearing or not. Until he finds the balls to ask one of us, he is going to work himself into a lather over what we might be doing."




Megan, The Special One



"What if he did ask or challenged you? He tried tonight."

"He made a feeble attempt tonight but not to find out what we did or didn't do. He was trying to put a band aid on his wounded ego. That is all. He folded pretty quickly as you saw. If he really stood up to me, I'd tell him the truth. If he could take it like a man; I'd let you decide the next step. But until then, he is just a little boy worrying about protecting his manhood and not concerned about you at all."

"That is a lot to think about." She nestled back against my chest and sipped her wine. I let my arm drop from the back of the sofa to her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. She didn't resist. From that angle, I had another great view of her cleavage threatening to fall out of the top of her sundress. I wondered if I would get to see and touch those beautiful melons this weekend. I knew that it wasn't likely to happen on her home turf, but felt that she might be receptive to a variety of activities if she felt safe enough. It was obvious that John paid her little attention and that she was probably very frustrated on several levels. Time would tell.

We talked about a variety of things until I finally said that it was time for me to go. She held my hand as we walked to her door. Tonight, she put both of her arms around my neck and pulled me to her lips. The kiss was warm and tender and her tongue slipped easily between my lips. Her wonderful body pressed against me and I knew that she could feel my hardness pressing against her abdomen. My arms around her waist slipped lower until I was cupping her full round cheeks. They felt warm and inviting to my fingers. She made no sign of wanting the kiss to end. Finally, I gave her ass and body a final squeeze and pulled away from the kiss.

Her eyes were still closed as she said, "Good night sweet prince. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow night." Then she kissed me again and pulled away. We looked into each other's eyes again and smiled at each other. I kissed her again and opened the door and left. Tonight, she waited for me to get in my car before she closed and locked the door. Once in the car, I realized that it was after 1:00. If John was still awake, he was probably really in a snit wondering what we had been doing for an hour.

I returned to my hotel room but not being tired and with a light day scheduled on Wednesday, I turned on a movie and worked on my laptop for another hour before I felt drowsy. Finally, I turned out the light and drifted off to sleep.

My phone woke me up at just before 9:00. I saw that it was Megan's number again and tried to wake myself up before I answered, "Good morning, sunshine." I said.

"Ooops, I think I woke you up. Sorry."

"Don't be. It is nice to be woken up by someone as beautiful as you." I didn't tell her that it would be better if she was next to me in bed.

"Thanks. I just thought I would let you know, that there were no problems last night or this morning and the flowers are still beautiful."

"I was afraid that they might end up in the trash along with the business card."

"If they had been, I think that you would have heard the screaming where you are. So what does your day look like?"

"Actually, it is light. I have one call this morning and one this afternoon. I was thinking about stopping at that store later this morning and see if that same salesgirl was working. Maybe she could help me pick out a new tie for tonight."

"I would expect that she would be there and would probably be glad to help you with a new tie. I know I would. In fact, if you came at about 11:00, you could probably take her to lunch. You know how salesgirls are; they always try to keep their customers happy."

"So you wouldn't be upset with me if I took this salesgirl out to lunch?"

"No, I'm not worried about her."

"Then I think that I will go tie shopping at about 11:00."

"I like that plan. I'll talk to you later. Now it is time for you to get up and get going. Take care." And she hung up.

It didn't take me long to shower and dress. I had missed the breakfast buffet but went next door to the diner and had my usual anyway. I was at the customer's office by 10:00 and out of there with the order by 10:30. I parked at the mall at 11:00. I didn't see Megan when I walked in but began looking at ties while waiting. I picked three and was trying to decide which one was best when her voice filtered over my shoulder. "The green one."

"I think that you are obsessed with green."

"Maybe, but it is really a good color for you, but the brown one isn't bad either. I like earth tones too."

"Then I'll get both but I'll probably wear the brown tonight because all I have with me is a brown sport coat."

"Oh, do you have another date with that same chick tonight? I thought that you might have come back to ask me out."

"Well yes, I have a date with the same beautiful woman tonight but if you are free, I would be happy to take you to lunch. I have heard stories about sales girls and their customer service." I raised my eyebrow in a leery way.

"That's right. Let's check you out and if you will be in the cafeteria in five minutes, I will meet you there."

"I like the sound of that."

I paid for my ties and went to the cafeteria next door. Five minutes later, Megan was standing beside me as we went through the line. It was typical cafeteria food, neither good nor bad but it didn't really matter because it was seasoned with Megan.

We ate while just chatting and then Megan asked, "Do you have something special in mind for Saturday night. We have a new dress that just came in and if we are going out and dress up, I might buy it."

"Well, you have never been to an opera, but have you been to a Broadway musical?"

"Not really. I went to a couple of high school musicals and a few in college; but I've never been to a professional one."

"Then get the dress and plan to dress to the nines. I will get tickets to my favorite musical for Saturday night. You can dress up or down for a musical; but since it is Saturday, let's dress up and do it right."

She smiled her beautiful smile. "You certainly know how to impress a sales girl."

"I'm not trying to impress her; I just want to share some of my passions with her and I hope that she will share hers with me."

"You make that terribly easy. OK, I'll get the dress Friday morning and bring it with me. I will be in work clothes Friday night if that is alright or I can change after the dinner."

"Work clothes will be fine and Sunday, strictly casual as in jeans or shorts. I'm thinking we will just hit some flea markets and stuff like that."

"Oh I love doing that. I'll bring some good walking shoes too."

"That would be a great idea."

It was time for her to get back to work so I walked her back to the store and told her I would be there at 6:00. She smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

The rest of the day went by quickly and I was back in my room at 3:00 and had time for a short nap. I got up at 4:30 and showered again and shaved and began dressing for the evening. I left early enough to make the stop I intended to make and quickly decided on my choice and had it in my pocket when I knocked on her door at exactly 6:00. I wasn't surprised that John answered because his car was in the driveway, but I was a little surprised that he was civil. He asked me in and showed me to the living room and said that Megan would be right out. He then went into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of the red wine from last night. He took his seat in the recliner and opened a beer.

Megan walked out a few minutes later and I stood to greet her. John stayed seated. She looked wonderful in an off white dress that stopped just above her knees. It tied behind her neck but showed a nice cleavage, but not excessively so. Her legs looked beautiful with lightly patterned hose showing. I took her hand and led her to the sofa and waited while she sat. Then I handed her the glass of wine and sat down next to her. We sipped our wine while I told her how nice she looked. I decided to wait until we got in the car before I gave her my gift. John said nothing but his eyes were back and forth between Megan and I. When we finished our wine, I asked if she was ready to go. She nodded and picked up her purse and a light wrap in case it was cooler again. I slipped my arm to her waist and was surprised that she slipped hers around my waist also. We left without saying anything to John.

I drove a few blocks and pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, not at all; I just wanted to enhance you a little." Then I carefully put the gold necklace around her neck. The single emerald would flash at the top of her cleavage when the lights shined on her.

"Once again, I ought to be angry with you except that it is so beautiful. Are you trying to spoil me?" She leaned over and gave me a kiss.

"I can't think of anyone who deserves spoiling more than you. So hush. Any problems tonight?"

"No, and it was really odd. I did as you suggested and gave him choices. He picked this dress but I picked the shoes. But the odd thing was the underwear he chose. I expected him to pick granny panties but he picked a white lacy bikini pair with a garter belt and these hose. There really wasn't much choice about wearing no bra with this dress but he didn't complain or say anything. It was like he wanted me to dress up nice and sexy for you."

"He probably did just that. We'll talk about it this weekend if you want. But let's not spend tonight worrying about John. I'd rather focus on us having a good time. I didn't ask, what opera is it that we are seeing?"

"Aida. Do you know it?"

"Yes, it is one of my favorites. You might cry at the end though."

"I'd probably cry at the end of Three Stooges movie. Will you explain it to me as it goes along?"

"Of course, but when we get there and get a program, read the story synopsis. I always find that it helps to understand what is going on. As for the music, they probably project the English words over or on the side of the stage. That really helps if you don't speak Italian."

"Well I don't; but it sounds like they make it very accessible."

"Yes, they do a very good job although some of the really serious people know every word and every nuance of the whole thing." I pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant that the hotel manager had recommended. He said to tell them that we needed to be out by 7:15 to make the curtain.

We were quickly led to our table and our orders taken. We were sipping our wine when she suddenly asked, "Jared, we have talked a lot about me but you haven't talked much about you. So tell me, have you ever been married?"

"Yes, once a long time ago."

"Can I ask what happened?"

"Yes, but the simple answer is the war. I was in the Marines and married her right after I finished basic training. Then I did a tour in Iraq and everything was pretty good when I got home. But when I went the second time, she couldn't handle being alone and all. So she asked for a divorce. It hurt a lot because I thought things were going well; but I was kidding myself. War is almost harder on the people left behind. When I got home, it really hit me hard. I got out of the Marines when my enlistment was up and I have been rebuilding ever since."

"You have never found someone else?"

"No, I've dated a number of women and dated a few regularly for awhile but mostly they turn out to be a lot like John. They are only interested in what they want to do and kind of put me on the back burner. So, when it has run its course, I move on."

She looked down at her hands, "Do I do that? Do I only look out for what I want to do?"

I laughed, "Are you kidding? If you think about it, both of us spend more time worrying about what the other person thinks or wants than we do about what we want. I can't tell you how refreshing you are to be with."

"Thanks. I was a little afraid that maybe I was ignoring you a little too much."

"Not a chance, Megan, not a chance. And if I felt that you were, I would probably say or do something to let you know. Sometimes people pick up on those signs but a lot of time they don't."

Our dinner arrived and we thoroughly enjoyed it. I made a note to myself to thank the manager when I checked out. We thanked our waitress profusely and I left a healthy tip and we were out of the restaurant and standing in the theater waiting for the doors to open in plenty of time. It also gave people a lot of time to look at Megan although I doubted that she realized it. She got more than her fair share of stares from both men and women. I was proud to have her holding onto my arm as she absorbed the opera scene for the first time.

When the doors opened we found our way to our seats and I was pleasantly surprised that they were near the front and had an excellent view. I made another note to myself to find a way to repay Rachel and her husband for the seats. Megan read the synopsis and asked a couple of questions before we settled down as the lights dimmed and the orchestra started playing.

At the intermission, I asked how she liked it. She said that it took a little getting used to. She found herself focusing on the English subtitles and missing some of the acting until she figured out to look at the words quickly and go back to the stage. But in all, she seemed to really enjoy the theatricality of it all. We returned to our seats when the lights dimmed again.

The post intermission act is the one where the drama really unfolds and the passions are on full display. As the play neared the end, Megan was gripping my hand and arm tightly. By the time the curtain fell for the final time, she had tears streaming down her face and she buried it in my shoulder. Along with the rest of the audience, we stood for the curtain calls and applauded our appreciation. On the way out, Megan stopped in the ladies room to repair her makeup. It was 10:30 and I was in no mood to take her home anytime soon. I decided that tonight, we would shoot for 12:30 or a bit later.

In the car, she fussed about smearing her makeup all over the sleeve of my jacket. I told her to not worry about it since it was going to the cleaners Friday morning anyway. When asked, she said that she would like to go back to the dance place again. That was fine with me as it would give me more chances to hold her close to me.

On the way she asked, "Are all operas tear jerkers like that?"

"No, the tragedies are but there are a lot of comic operas too. And don't worry about the tears. Most of the audience had them too. This kind of opera can be very cathartic and can let you relieve a lot of pent up stress."

"Well, I guess I had a lot to let go, but I do feel more relaxed right now."

"Wait until Saturday and you will get to do it again."

"Do you cry?"

"Sometimes, but mostly my eyes get wet and there is a huge lump in my throat. Aida always hits me that way and Les Mis that we will see Saturday does it every time."

"I have heard some of the music from that and I like it a lot. Is it sad too?"

"I don't think of it as being sad although there is sadness in it. I think of it as very uplifting when a man is vindicated for the choices he made in his life. It almost always makes me cry. Once you have seen the stage production, the music will take on a different meaning for you."

"I'll have to thank Rachel for making me cry."

"Why don't you save that thought. When I am here next, I was thinking we could take them out as thanks for the tickets."

"I like that idea. Do you think that it will be next week?"

"As I told you, I almost definitely will be here. I set my own schedule and there is nothing in other directions that demand my attention. So I think I will just plan three days and maybe the weekend here, unless someone has other plans."

"I had no plans but I am now committed for three days and the weekend."

"I hope that you can work me into your busy schedule then." I smiled.

"I think I can work you in, silly."

We parked and went into the dance club. This time we both knew the place and what to expect and we fell into our previous routine naturally. We danced every slow dance and about half of the medium speed ones. I loved the way she felt in my arms and the way her body moved with mine. We were very compatible. We kissed several times at the conclusion of our dances. The waitress told us that the club would close at 11:30 which was a little earlier than I hoped but there wasn't much I could do about it. When we got to the car, I figured that we had about forty five minutes before we needed to get her home. Since there wasn't anything to do for the odd fifteen minutes, I drove slowly towards her house. She held my hand and laid her head on my shoulder.

When we were about at her house, she said, "Keep going and turn right at the corner." Two turns later, we were on a deserted lane with no houses on it. "Pull over and stop somewhere."

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is the local parking spot for the high school kids. I really like our kisses but they are always in public. This is the only place I can think of where we can have a kiss or two in pretty good privacy. We don't have a lot of time, so don't waste it asking questions."

I scooted over to the console and she did the same. When our lips met, her breasts were resting against my chest and my arms were around her. She put one hand on my thigh. Our lips devoured each other and my tongue sought eager entrance to her mouth. She sucked it in her mouth and continued to suck it as it explored the recesses of her mouth. My arms were caressing her back and her hand was squeezing my leg. Suddenly she put her hand on my stiff cock and moaned into my mouth. Her hand gently felt its length and tried to wrap around it even if my pants wouldn't let her. My hands slipped to her sides and I could feel the start of the swell of her breasts. She broke the kiss and let her head fall on my shoulder and her kisses continued on my neck and earlobe. I had just felt the side of one of her full breasts with the palm of my hand when another car turned into the lane and we broke apart.

It turned out to be a carload of teenagers but our passion had been broken and she sat up and reluctantly took her hand away from my cock and I lost the feel of her breasts in my hand. She whispered quietly, "Let's just drive around for a few minutes until I can calm down." I started the car and drove down the lane and back onto some streets. I drove aimlessly for ten minutes until she took my hand in hers and kissed it. "Jared, I...."

"You don't have to say anything, Megan."

"Hush and let me talk. I haven't felt that turned on in maybe forever. I think that I am kind of glad the other car came through. Much longer and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself. And I don't think that the front seat of your car is the place I want to make love with you the first time. Can you be patient with me a little longer?"

"Being patient with you just seems to come to me naturally. And I guess that I also need to say that I really want you to be sure that this is what you want. I know that this is what I want but then I don't have the issues that you do. So a little time might be good."

She kissed my hand again and held it to her chest. "My body knows exactly what I want but you are right, my mind is still a little confused. I'll sort it out soon though. I guess we ought to go home now."

I found my way back to her street and parked in front of her house. I got out and walked her to the door. She turned and kissed me and then opened the door. I was thinking that going in wouldn't be the best idea but she pulled me in after her and we walked to the living room. John was sitting in his recliner with his beer and I could see that he gave us both a quick inspection. The first thing he noticed was the necklace around her neck. The second thing was the smeared makeup on the sleeve of my sport coat. He didn't show any signs of reaction however.




Megan, The Special One



"I will bring the snacks to the patio if you want." He said quietly. Megan nodded and pulled my hand toward the patio. We settled in two chairs next to each other and waited quietly. She was still holding my hand; something that he had been sure to notice. He appeared with a platter of fruit, cheese, and crackers. He also brought a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He opened it and poured the glasses and then returned to the house.

I looked at Megan and she looked at me and for the first time in awhile, she smiled.

"Thank you for being you. Tonight has been so wonderful and almost overwhelming. I wasn't really prepared for that much intensity for my first opera, but I hope you will take me to another one. It really was spectacular."

"I would love to take you to another opera. I will check and see what is coming up." We raised our glasses to each other and drank our champagne. She then put a piece of cheese on a cracker and held to my mouth where I ate it. Then I did the same for her. I expected that John was watching from some vantage point and there was no telling what he thought of these innocent but intimate acts. But frankly, at this moment I really didn't care if he had a heart attack. Megan was showing that she was recovering from our passionate few minutes and showing me that she was still comfortable with me. We finished the plate of nibbles and a second glass of champagne. There had been no further sign of John. Then she stood and walked me into the house and toward the front door and I knew that the evening was over. But tonight she walked out the front with me but before we got to the car, she pulled me to the side where some tall shrubs held a hidden corner.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "At least here there are no prying eyes like out back."

"I wondered if he might be peeking."

"I'm almost sure he was. Now, I need to send you away until I see you Friday night. I might call you tomorrow depending on what happens or maybe just because I want to. But there is a gift I want to give you before you go home." She took my hands and put them on her breasts and then returned her hands to my neck. I could feel the softness of her beautiful breasts and the skin on her cleavage. She pulled me to her and kissed me with her tongue while I gently explored her softness outside of her dress. She broke the kiss and then said, "Actually, I have been dying to have you touch me but I wanted you to know what they felt like before you left. Now you better go before we give the neighbors a show they won't forget."

Reluctantly, I let go of her treasures and walked with her to my car. She gave me a quick kiss as I sat down and then started walking back toward the front door. I thought I saw the curtain move but wasn't sure. When she had gone back inside, I started the car and drove back to the hotel.

It didn't take me long to fall asleep and I had an almost continuous three dimensional dream about her firm yet soft breasts coupled with the memory of the feel of her ass cheeks.

I woke refreshed the next morning and showered and dressed casually for my drive. I went down to breakfast and was interrupted on my way back to the room by the room clerk who said that I had a package. I wasn't expecting anything but I took it and carried it to my room to finish packing. I opened the large envelope and a pair of white lacy bikini panties, a white lacy garter belt and a pair of lightly textured hose fell on the bed along with a note. It read, "If you wash these, I will wear them Saturday night for you again. M." I smiled and put the things back into the envelope and put it in my suitcase. When I had checked and double checked everything, I carried my bags down and put them in my car. Then I went in and checked out remembering to thank the manager for his recommendation of restaurants. I also found out that there was an event in town the next week and that rooms might be hard to come by, but he promised that he would try to save me one if I could call by tomorrow. I agreed and left.

Three hours later, I turned my car into my driveway and drove the two hundred yards to the house. I live on six acres of countryside. About half was trees and the other half was wild flowers. I loved it here because it was away from the hubbub of life and was quiet. I didn't even bother the neighbors when I turned the opera music up loud while I worked in the yard and gardens. I spent the next five hours going through my normal routine of washing clothes and getting things ready for the following week. I was really going through the motions because my mind was still three hours away on Megan. I had to think carefully and even look up on the web to make sure I didn't ruin her panties and things when I washed them. I was aware that I was on dangerous ground with Megan. I had always steered clear of most married women because I didn't want to have to deal with an irate husband and I didn't perceive myself as a home wrecker. With most of the married women I had dated, I was unaware of their status until after we had slept together several times. I usually ended those fairly quickly. But there was something about Megan that would be hard for me to let go, even if she was married to a twenty five year old adolescent. She was definitely under my skin and well on her way to my heart.

At 6:00, I settled down to a meal of soup and salad and a glass of wine. By 7:00 I was sitting in my recliner watching television but wishing that Megan were sitting in my lap snuggling with me. Then the phone rang and I was about to speak to my heartthrob.

"Hello."

"Hi, I told you I might call." I could tell by her voice that she had something to talk about.

"I am so glad you did. But you know, I ought to be angry with you for the gift you left for me but it was so thoughtful, I just couldn't resist it. They are drying as we speak."

She laughed so I guessed that whatever it was, it couldn't be too bad. "I thought that I would be a little naughty for you. So what are you doing?"

"I have just finished my dinner and was sitting here thinking about my favorite person. What are you doing?"

"I'm packing my things for the weekend and thinking about my favorite person."

"And you want to talk to me about something else too. Right?"

"Damn you, don't I have any secrets from you?"

"No, so let's get it out of the way. It is interfering with good quality phone time."

I could hear her take a deep breath and let it out. "John sort of confronted me tonight when I got home."

"Sort of? Explain."

"Well, he didn't say anything directly about last night but he alluded to it. He asked if I was going to see you this weekend. Then he just told me that if I was going to have a boy friend, he was going to go out and get a girl friend to play with too. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. Then he left to go watch a movie with a friend. He'll be back later. I'm trying to think of what to say to him. What do you think?"

"Answer me a couple of questions first. Are you upset because he might go out with someone else or are you upset because he kind of said 'in your face, bitch?'" I could hear her thinking over the phone line.

"When you ask it that way, I think it is because he said it in an 'in your face' way. He was trying to hurt me. Frankly, there is no reason for me to be concerned if he does go out with someone else because that is what I am doing. As things are, it would probably take some pressure off of me if he did have a girl friend."

"Alright then, what if he went out with someone just to have sex with them or even if he went out on a date but also had sex with her?" She was thinking again.

"I am trying to visualize that and I am having trouble doing it. I really don't think it would bother me that much if he did as long as he didn't try to shove it in my face. Our sex life hasn't been much to brag about anyway. But if he came home bragging about it and telling me how much better she was, I would be royally pissed off."

"I can understand that. Now for the last question and you don't have to answer this to me if you don't want to. What do you want from your marriage and do you want your marriage to continue?"

"You know, that is exactly what I was thinking about the other night in the bar when you asked me to join you. We have been married for three years and I can probably count the high points on one hand. For the past two years, our life has been a continuous stream of him playing sports, watching sports, and hanging out with his friends. We have done virtually nothing as a couple in a long time. I can't and won't continue that way especially now that you have shown me that some of the things I want to do are fun and that I want to do more of them. As for what I want from my marriage, right now there is nothing I want except.... well, except out. That is the first time I have said that out loud."

"OK, here is what I would suggest you do, but only do it if you really mean everything you just said. If you have any doubts, you would probably be better off just leaving it as you already have; say nothing, don't respond at all."

"Jared, do you think I am kidding myself or not telling you the truth?"

"No, not at all. I believe everything you said and I'm not surprised that you feel that way. What I am saying is that it is still a long way from saying 'I want out' to looking at your parents and saying 'this is over, we are getting a divorce.' And then telling your friends the same thing. All of that takes a lot of readiness not just a feeling of wanting out."

"Jared, are you patient enough to help me through that period?"

"Megan, you don't want to know all of the things I have been thinking today, but I think that it is safe to say that yes, I will be patient for and with you."

"Thank you. Once again you have proven to me that my trust in you is justified. So now tell me what I should say to John when he gets back.

"I would suggest that you keep your voice calm and just tell him that he ought to find a girl to date and that he ought to pay attention to her needs. Tell him that it would be good for him. You don't need to even mention us. Just give him permission to do what he says he wants to do. Don't shove it in his face or challenge him, just give him permission to do what he wants to do. If he is bluffing, you have called his bluff. If he isn't bluffing, then he will do it anyway but it will be hard to bring it home and shove it in your face since you gave him permission. He's still thinking about himself, not you or another woman whoever she might be."

"That makes sense but explain it a little more please."

"Basically, he is trying to do to you what I do to him. He is telling you what is going to happen. He expects you to either challenge him or cave in. If you do either of those, he wins. His ego is satisfied. He can go out with someone or not and he is in control. But he won't expect you to give him permission. Doing that makes you the parent telling the child to decide something and follow through with it. But that is why you need to be sure of what you feel and what you want. If he does go out and date a pair of twin albino hookers and fucks them both, you need to be able to say honestly to yourself and others, 'It was his choice, not mine.' You should also be prepared to start walking down the road towards 'it is over.' If you give him permission, he still might test you with a couple of questions or something. Just remember, you are the parent and have given him permission. Whatever he brings up, he still has your permission. What do you think?"

"I think that we are definitely going to have that talk about the male ego this weekend. I can see everything you say when you say it; but I don't always see it when I see it."

"That is the trick about many things in life. It is just as true about women except the details are different. Time and experience will make it easier. I said that it is salesmanship in action and that is true. You are working in a men's department; if you understand what a man means regardless of what he says, you will sell a lot of stuff."

"We are definitely going to have that talk. Now I need to finish packing and I expect that he will show up within the hour or so. I want to think about what I might say."

"Call me later or in the morning if you need to or if you just want to. I like it when you call just because you want to.

"Me too. I hope that I don't have to call you tonight but I will if I need to. But I will call you in the morning for sure. Sleep well."

"I will and the same to you."

I hung up and spent quite awhile thinking about everything that we had talked about from the very beginning. I felt that she was a lot closer to where she needed to get to than she thought she was, but the last few hurdles could be painful. But I also knew that I would be there for her. For the first time, I felt that she was someone with whom forever could be something more than just a word. "Patience, Jared, Patience." I told myself.

She didn't call that night and she didn't call in the morning. My nerves said to call her, that something might be wrong. But my head said be patient, she will call when she is ready. I decided to spend the morning in the garden because I knew that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work stuff. At least in the garden, I could be productive while not having to focus too deeply. The call came at 10:30 and I almost dreaded to answer it, but of course I did.

"Hello. Is everything alright?"

"Hi honey. I love you too. Everything is in turmoil and everything is wonderful. I am already on my way and I should be in town between 1-1:30. Can you meet me somewhere to eat lunch and talk. I have a bunch of things to talk to you about; a huge bunch." I was floating in spite of all of the things she said. All I knew for sure is that she said that she loved me.

"Uh, there is a Chinese restaurant on the highway near the city limits called the Black Pearl. I'll meet you there."

"I think I remember seeing it before. I can't wait to see you and talk to you. Do you love me?"

"I can't tell you how much I do love you. I'll be there at 1:00. Drive safely. I will wait all day for you if need be."

"Only that long?" I could hear her light-hearted pout over the phone.

"OK, two days but no more."

"That's better, but I want you sooner than that. I'll be there around 1:00. I love you." Then she hung up. I did a quick mental calculation and decided to clean up now and give myself plenty of time to get there. So that is what I did.

She came bounding into the restaurant at just before 1:00 and practically ran to my table and kissed me. Then she pulled her chair close to me and took my hand.

"So much has happened in such a short period of time, I don't even know where to begin."

"Let's order lunch and then you can start after we hung up last night and don't leave anything out."

We ordered and she started telling me her story. "John came home about an hour after we talked. I had finished packing and had decided what to say to him. I told him to sit down and he did. Then I calmly told him pretty much what you told me to say. And like you said, he was surprised at what I said. Then he tried testing me a little like you said he might. He asked if I was sure; I said that it was fine with me. He asked what if he slept with her; I told him that was his choice. Finally he asked if our marriage was over. I thought for a minute and said that it probably was because we had grown so far apart. Then he totally surprised me. He started to cry. I don't mean a little cry, he was bawling and letting all of his built up tension out just like at the opera."

"Now that does surprise me. There is something else working here."

"Yes there is. It took me twenty minutes to get him under control again before he could start talking again. When he finally starting talking, things just poured out of him. He talked about how he had always been smaller than everyone growing up and how he had become an overachiever in high school especially in sports. It was the only way he felt he could have an identity. After high school, he couldn't get into college to continue in sports, so he took a mechanics course and got a good job. Then we met and he fell for me pretty hard and I fell for him and we got married. But once we were married, he felt himself going back into the over achiever routine and it puzzled him until he realized that I intimidated him. He says that I was smart and beautiful and had a degree and would be making a lot more money than he would. So he tried to compete against me to be equal but he felt like he was failing. So two years ago, he turned back to sports as a way to feel good about himself. Then he said something very strange. He said that last week in the bar when you told him how things were and what was going to happen, he realized that I needed to be with you not him. He said it was hard on his ego but he knew that it was true. Everything that has happened since has just confirmed that to him. He was watching us through the window and saw things that I never realized like me feeding you a cracker and then you returning it. He said that he had never seen two more compatible people than we were."

"All of this makes sense but I get the feeling that something else is missing here. Did he say anything else?"

"Yes, it took awhile but it finally came out. About six months ago he was hanging out with his friends while one of their sisters was there. He liked her and they talked. They saw each other a couple of more times before he asked her out. To make a long story short, most of the nights he has been out, he has been with her. They started sleeping with each other four months ago. He also told me that she is two months pregnant right now. He has been trying to find a way or find the courage to ask for a divorce or an annulment. He says that she doesn't intimidate him like I do. He feels comfortable when they are together. She likes sports and messing around with cars and motorcycles and things."

"So, how did you feel when he told you all of this and how do you feel now?" I was almost holding my breath as I waited for her to respond.

"I remembered everything that we talked about last night and I was asking myself these same questions as he talked. I felt good. Actually, I was happy to see that he had found someone he was comfortable with. It bothered me to hear that I intimidated him because I never would have seen myself that way. But once he told me, I knew that he was telling me the truth from his point of view and I felt relieved. I never wanted to intimidate John or anyone. But I guess it just happened without either of us trying to do it. So from then on, I felt really good about myself and thankful that he had finally opened up and told me these things. Before, I was beginning to think I hated him. But now I don't. I feel a little sorry for him, but I am happy for him and them. I am also happy that now I can do what I want and that is to try and impress you and convince you that we are perfect for each other." She smiled her winning smile. I could now breathe freely.

I stuck out my arm and told her to turn it. She did and I said, "OK, you have convinced me; we belong together. Now I don't think that we are through yet, are we?"

"No; but you just made me very, very happy. We didn't finish talking until well after 1:00. That's why I didn't call last night. I planned on calling you this morning. By the way, John left and went to stay with Jennifer. That is the girl's name. So I slept alone last night, darn it. Why weren't you there?"

"Because I was here, but if you had called at 1:00, I would have been there before 4:00, I assure you."

"Would you really have come up even if you didn't get there until that late?"




Megan, The Special One



"Yes, in a heartbeat. I have felt things about you since the first night which I tried to deny. The second night, I quit denying what I felt but wasn't ready to tell you because I didn't think you were ready to hear it. Last night, I wanted to kidnap you and take you away with me."

"Oh, how romantic. No wonder I love you so much. Now for the rest of the story. At 6:00 this morning my phone rang. I hoped that it might be you but it was my boss at the store and told me to get in as soon as I could and to bring my things because I could leave after I went to a meeting. I didn't know what was going on or what to expect. So I got dressed and left to go to the store. I decided to wait until after the meeting to call you. To make a long story short, the regional accounting manager here in Dallas had a heart attack and died; his assistant manager is taking over the department. He is one of the instructor/mentors I had during my accounting rotation and he told them that I was the best accounting person in the trainee group and he wanted me to come in as a regular employee and take over the receivable and payables departments. So when I left the meeting at 10:00, I started driving. I finally settled down enough to call you after I got out of town. So there you are and here I am. What are you going to do with me now?"

"Do you still have to go to the meetings this weekend?"

"Yes; at least for the dinner tonight and the morning meeting tomorrow. Tonight, the president of the company is talking and tomorrow morning my new boss will be going through changes in the accounting systems that will be introduced soon. But I don't need to go to the afternoon meeting or the Sunday breakfast. I am also staying over until Tuesday to meet with the store people and get brought up to speed by my new boss."

"Good then here is what we are going to do. We are going to leave here and take you and your things to where you are going to be staying and then I will get you to your dinner on time."

She put her coy look on her face. "So you are not taking me to the hotel?"

"Hell no. I don't want every lounge lizard in the county trying to hit on you."

"So where is it that you are taking me?"

"To the place where you can feel comfortable and sleep safely and comfortably."

"And just exactly where is this place?"

"About twenty minutes from here. I think you will like it."

"Why is that?"

"It has some nice gardens, is very quiet, the music is good, the food isn't horrible, and you are wanted very much."

"Look buster, you aren't playing the game by the rules. Now tell me exactly, where am I sleeping tonight?"

"I'm not sure about sleep for certain, but you will be in our bed at our house and with me."

"And what if I'm not that kind of girl? I might be someone who needs a little more security in life."

"How about this? Twenty minutes after you are divorced or annulled, I am going to ask you to marry me."

"Oh that will be so sudden. I might need a longer courtship before I say yes.

"Honey, the way I look at you, I will be courting you every single day for the rest of our lives. If you need more than that, I am going to have to think about it."

"Then why do you insist on sitting here and talking about it. Take me home and you can start courting me there."

We got up and paid our bill and got back on the road. Twenty minutes later, I led her into the drive way that led to the house. We had no sooner parked, than she was out of her car and jumping into my arms and kissing me.

"You never told me that you lived in heaven and that this place was paradise. What other secrets are you keeping from me?"

"Did I tell you that I love you?"

"Yes, but I forget things easily so you will have to remind me of that often. Now take me into our house and make love to me."

"I'm not sure if we have enough time."

"Honey, we have time, trust me. I am about to explode and I think you are too. Besides, we aren't through for the day. You can court me all the way home after the dinner and use me all night long if you want."

"Don't say things that you aren't willing to live up to." I said as I picked her up in my arms and carried her inside the house and into the bedroom. It didn't take me long to undress her because she wasn't wearing much under the sundress she was wearing. When we were both naked, we looked at each other for the first time and we both smiled. She went to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. I only let her do that for a few minutes before I pulled her off. I had plans for that first load of cum and I set about bring those plans to fruition.

When I entered her for the first time, she wrapped her legs around me and came. After ten minutes of kissing and caressing each other, I began moving inside her. When she came the second time, I erupted a full load of pent up semen inside her. Twenty minutes later after more kissing and caressing, I began moving again and twenty minutes after that we both came again and lay spent in each other's arms.

She finally spoke, "I have never cum twice in a day before and I have cum three times with you in just a little over an hour. I think I am going to keep you."

"Well, that is good because I have no intention of letting you go. I found you and now it is my job to keep you happy and to make you want to stay with me."

"I don't think you will have a problem with either of those. But honey, if I am going to make that dinner, I really need to get showered and dressed."

"We'll shower together and then I'll drive you."

"What are you going to do while I am in the dinner?"

"I am going to go shopping for something special for my love."

"Will you give it to me tonight?"

"I'm not sure. We'll see."

We got up and showered and she dressed in her business dress and I drove her to the hotel for her dinner. I spent the next two hours looking for the perfect gift. Finally, I settled on what I wanted and bought it. She might have to come in and have it sized, but I was happy with my choice and was fairly sure that she would be too. When I was finished, I bought a book and went to the hotel and took a seat in the bar and read until she called and said she would be ready in twenty minutes. I told her that I was already in the bar waiting for her. Fifteen minutes later, she was sitting next to me and I ordered us our coffee drink. She was still fairly pumped from the events of the day and the coffee seemed to allow her to settle herself down. At 9:00, we left the bar and I drove us home. We were just barely started on the road when she reached over and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.

"You stopped me earlier. I want this in my mouth and I want to taste every drop of you. I have never done that before, but don't try to stop me. If you can't drive, pull over and stop. I am not going to be denied." Her head went to my lap and in a few minutes she had me hard again and then began a slow and methodical exploration of my male member. If she had never done this before, you couldn't prove it by me. She just naturally seemed to know what to do. I finally pulled over and stopped when I felt my orgasm beginning to reach the point of no return. I warned her but she just continued doing what she did and was rewarded as I unloaded a load of fresh cum on her tongue and in her mouth. She continued to worship it as it got softer and finally pulled herself off as I started to drive.

"That was the most exciting and wonderful thing I have ever done. I love you and I love making you cum in my mouth. You will be doing that often now that I know what it is like."

"You will be paying for that when we get home."

"Oh yes? And how do you anticipate making me pay for that?"

"When we get home, I am going to bury my tongue inside your sweet pussy for a long time. Expect it."

"Well I have never had that either, but since it is your tongue, I am going to love it. Did you buy me that gift?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to give it to me tonight?"

"I'm still thinking about it."

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "No ring on my finger, no tongue in my pussy."

"How did you know what I bought?"

"I have listened to everything you have been telling me about men and I finally started putting it together about you. I think that I can read you like you read me. So will I get my gift tonight?"

"That depends if you are still wearing your previous entanglements."

"Dummy, I took them off last night at 1:00. You didn't even notice."

"When I am with you, all I can see is your face, your eyes, and your smile. So yes, as soon as we get home, you get your gift."

"Then hurry. I'm impatient. I have waited for you for mostly forever. Don't keep me waiting any longer."

When I parked the car, I kissed her and asked, "Are you going to marry me?"

'That is a dumb question. You are supposed to get on your knee and ask me properly. Let's go inside. I want this to be perfect."

We went inside and she immediately went to the sofa and sat down. I got on my knee and held her hand.

"Megan, I love you more than life itself. Will you marry me and be my wife forever."

"Jared, I love you more than I ever thought possible. Yes, I will marry you and be with you forever."

I took the ring out of my pocket and slipped it on her finger. The ring fit perfectly and the large central emerald sparkled with the surrounding diamonds seemingly highlighting it. She looked at it and tears started rolling down her face.

"Jared, it is beautiful and perfect. I love you so much. You seem to know exactly what I want. This is the most perfect ring that you could have chosen."

I picked her up and for the second time today, I undressed her and put her in our bed. Then my mouth sought her delicate pussy and I showed her just how much I worshipped her. It took three more orgasms before she finally said enough.

"Today is the most perfect day anyone could have. You asked me to marry you and gave me the perfect ring. We made love for the first time and I came three times. I gave you the first blow job I have ever given and I loved it. Then you went down on me for another first and I came three more times. It can't get any better than this."

We fell asleep in each other's arms shortly after that. But in fact it did get better than this. In the morning, we woke up early and made slow tender love again. In spite of our effort the night before, we both came together as if we were trained to be that way. She dressed in business casual for the morning and I drove her to her meeting.

That night we went to see Les Mis and we both cried again. Sunday we spent all day at a variety of flea markets and thrift stores and came home with an assortment of collectables. In spite of my lack of culinary skills, I have become somewhat fascinated by old cookware and had found several pieces to add to my growing collection. She had a fascination with unusual art pieces and folk art. She bought six pieces to start her own collection.

From then on things only got better. We moved her down to Dallas and into our house. After discussing it, I paid off the mortgage on her house and we gave it to John and Jennifer as a wedding present. The annulment went quickly and Megan and I were married four months later. Rachel and her husband became regular friends who stayed with us frequently and the other college friends visited the farm for get-togethers every couple of months. Megan took to her new job like it was made for her and she grew quickly.

I decided to stop traveling and stay home. It wasn't that hard since I had started the company and had sold it several years before which had put several million dollars in my investment account. The company had integrated my company into theirs and had moved the offices to Houston. I had stayed on under a consulting contract that was to last a year, but I had just kept on working for several more just to have something to do. I trained a replacement to take over my territory and turned my life in a different direction.

That direction included taking Megan to work almost every day. It wasn't a controlling thing but a practical effort. Parking was virtually non-existent near her office so I dropped her off and went to run errands and other chores. It also allowed us to go out to dinner in the evenings or to a play or just a picnic or a walk on the way home. I also developed a couple of consulting opportunities with several non-profit agencies. Things worked out well.

We had our first baby three years later and another three years after that. This allowed us to add a new wing onto our house. We also bought an RV and took many road trips exploring the back roads of Texas. The one constant throughout our lives was laughter and fun and a lot of sex. If she had been ignored before, that was never the case in our lives. I never felt intimidated by her but respected her intelligence, skill, and humor.

In hindsight it seemed that making this lifelong decision after knowing her for less than a week seems extreme and perhaps hasty, but the truth is I have never once regretted the decision or the results. Megan was and is the perfect partner and mate for me and I like to think that she feels the same about me. Megan is my very special one, my one and only for ever.



Megan Turns into a Black Cock Slut



I arrived late after work at the apartment I shared with my 22-year old girlfriend, Megan. I had been dating her for a year or so and things could not have been better. Since we moved in together, we had had a fantastic sex life, fucking all the time.

Megan was 5'2" with large D-cup breasts, a tight body, with a firm, round, heart shaped ass. Her shoulder-length curly hair was light brown, with hint of blond streaks. She had only been with a few people before me but was becoming more adventurous sexually as we progressed in our relationship. She especially loved giving head and getting fucked hard. Dirty talk had also become a huge turn on for her. 

As I climbed the stairs my thoughts turned to her sweet young body. I had been fantasizing about her all day. At the top of the stairs, close to her room I heard the distinct sounds of moaning somewhat muffled by the door. I peeked inside our room and could hardly believe my eyes. There on the bed, Megan was laying in a tight-fitting white thong, pulled to the side of her pussy, staring voraciously at the television screen. 

On the screen two blonds, who must have been 18 years old, were slobbering and drooling all over a massive black cock. The man on the screen was a porn star who I had heard of before named Mandingo. The girls on the screen switched off alternately gagging and spitting on Mandingo's 12" cock. I could hardly believe how they struggled to fit only a few inches in their mouths. They moaned in submissive pleasure, all the while calling each other "black cock sluts."

Megan reclined against the headboard on the bed stroking her soaking wet pussy while staring at the two girls on screen. I stood there for a moment taking in the scene. I was incredibly turned on by the sight of my girlfriend but also by the images on the TV, strangely enough. Megan continued to rub her pussy reaching several climaxes in a period of minutes. 

After her third orgasm, Megan caught a glimpse of me by the door and jumped off of her bed rushing towards the television. Clearly she was embarrassed that I had caught her. 

"Sorry babe, I was just watching this video that I found in Sierra's room," she stammered. 

Sierra was our new roommate, a girl Megan had known for a few years since they entered college. Sierra was 5'5" and voluptuous. Her breasts were large double DD's and her ass was fat and round. Amazingly she had a tiny waist, giving her the proportions of a porn star. Her long luxurious black hair stretched down the middle of her back. 

I was initially nervous about Sierra moving in because she slutted around with many of the black football players from our college. Sometimes at night we could hear Sierra and her various black partners fuck through the bedroom wall. From the sounds of it, they were good in bed. She often screamed "Fuck with me with that big black cock," at the top her lungs while climaxing. The guys she fucked liked to talk down to her calling her a slut and the like, especially a guy named Demetrius. Sierra ate it up and talked back just as dirty, claiming that she worshiped their black dicks and couldn't get enough. 

During these sessions, Megan would listen in intently, and often became aroused by the sounds of Sierra's pleasure. Several times, she would climb on top of me and begin to ride my cock. One particular night, while she rode me, she let out loud cry, "Yes! Give me that big black dick." I continued thrusting till I came, turned on by her talk. But I never brought up the subject afterward. It was now clear what she was thinking about.

"Some pretty crazy stuff on that video huh?" I asked. 

"Yea, I guess," she replied. "I can't believe how big that guy's cock is. Those girls are be like total sluts But that dick looks so good."

"You like the idea of fucking a black guy?" I asked, half-joking. 

"No, not really babe. I just was interested in what Sierra was watching," she said. "She's into some fucked up shit."

"Yea, I can see that," I agreed.

We left the subject there and talked for a while about the day. Later we ate dinner and watched a bit of television before bed. 

As we were climbing in bed I sat for a moment to admire my young girlfriend. She always slept in sexy lingerie, and tonight she was wearing a sheer red nightie and matching thong panties. I could trace the outside of her tight pussy through her tiny little panties. 

As she climbed into bed with me she mentioned in an off-hand way that Demetrius, the linebacker had invited the girls to a party the next night. She told me she needed a ride. I responded coolly, telling her it was no big deal, and that I would drive them. In fact, I grew nervous about what might happen, having witnessed Megan masturbating to that video. Maybe, I thought, she really did want to get fucked by a big black guy.

The following night Megan and Sierra got dressed while I waited in the living room.. Sierra, as usual, was dressed like a complete slut. She wore a tiny strapless pink dress that was virtually sheer. Underneath her pink thong was clearly visible against her tan skin, the only piece of underwear that she had on. Her ample breasts were practically falling out, her nipples partially covered. The two inch-platforms heels she wore pushed her large ass out even further. She was apparently dressing to get fucked. 

Megan, for her part, was dressed pretty nasty as well. Wearing an outfit that Sierra claimed would be a big hit, Megan wore a short pleated black skirt, so short that her ass poked out quite a bit at the bottom. When she bent over, even just slightly, her thin white thong panties were on display. You could even make out the outline of her thick pussy lips. A tiny white tube top, only a few inches wide, hardly covered her perky breasts. Her entire stomach was showing, her dangling belly-button piercing glinting in the light. Her 3" stiletto heels made her legs look long and fit.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, with a tinge of disbelief in my voice

"Oh, nothing, just an outfit Sierra put together for me. I wanted to look nice for Meat, and didn't know what to do. Don't I look hot?"

"Yea perhaps too hot," I replied. 

"Oh don't worry. Meat and the guys are real nice," she said cryptically. "They'll take care of me."

As soon as we arrived at the party, Megan abandoned me to talk with some of the players. Many of them were more than foot taller than her, and took great interest in her body. She kept turning around to show off her ass. Sometimes the player would lift up her skirt, exposing her tiny white thong, and playfully slapping her ass cheeks. She ate it up, giggled and rubbing up on their muscular legs. What a whore, I thought.

I looked around and quickly realized that the party consisted solely of a dozen large black football players, about 25 white college girls dressed in slutty outfits, and me. Some of the girls were straddling the players on the couch, dancing for them in various stages of nudity. I began to think this wasn't just any party. 

I wandered around the house and stumbled into a bedroom within Megan's young friend Diana, only 19 years old, was getting plowed doggy-style by 6'2" wide receiver named Thomas. In front of the girl were her two sorority sisters, who wearing matching g-strings. They stood on either side of another player, slowly stroking his huge shaft, which he dangled in front of Diana's open mouth. His dick must have been at least 10" long. 

"Ooooh, fuck me stud," Diana cried, as her lover reached ball-slapping pace. "Give me that dick! FUCK YES!"

The sorority girls on began to mock Diana, laughing at her as she screamed in climax, and calling her names in virulent language. 

"Aw, this black cock to big you for you, you little slut?" questioned one in tone of false sympathy as she slapped Diana's face playfully. 

"You like fucking big black cocks, huh? Open them lips slut, let this big dick your throat," demanded the other. 

The girls grabbed the huge cock of the guy standing in front of Diana and began stroking his long, wet shaft. He moved closer and shoved it deeper into Diana's throat for a few seconds before removing it. She moaned as he began to fuck her face.

As Diana began to climax again, the guy fucking her mouth unleashed a massive torrent of cum that she tried to contain in her mouth. There was too much cum though, and it came spilling out the sides of her lips and down her neck.

"Don't you spit that shit, slut," the guy yelled at Diana. The other two girls began licking up the excess cum that covered Diana's face and tits. 

I walked back into the living room and watched as Sierra introduced Megan to Demetrius, showing off her features. Megan was taking shots of tequila, which always made her horny, and was acting like she wanted to get fucked by Meat or some other black player. 

"You think Demetrius likes my outfit?" Megan asked coyly. 

"Just call him 'Meat,' honey," Sierra said, with a devilish smile. "And yes, I think Meat likes your little slut outfit just fine."

"I bet he'll like this then," said Megan as she placed her hands against the wall, leaned forward and began shaking her ass. Her round ass cheeks began bouncing together to the beat of the music. 

"Pull up that skirt girl," bellowed Meat. He began to rub his big hands over her smooth tan ass. I looked around and noticed that most of the girls had paired up with other guys, and were making their way to a bedroom or a couch.

Megan, as instructed, slowly pulled her tiny skirt up, exposing her tan cheeks and thong panties. 

"Damn bitch, you got a tight ass!" Meat exclaimed. Megan giggled seductively. 

She then turned and began grinding against Meat's package. Quickly, his loose sweatpants began to rise. I could see Meat long shaft appeared between her legs and Megan forcefully slid her pussy up and down on it. Meat began to play with the strings of her tiny thong. She moaned softly and Sierra whispered in her ear. I read her lips as she said, "You like that dick, huh slut?"

Megan nodded, looking almost frightened by the size of the monster cock underneath her pussy. "It so huuuge!" she responded. Meat ran his hands across Megan's breasts and pulled her black tube top down.

After about five minutes dancing on Meat's impressive cock, which stood erect underneath his shorts, Meat picked the girls up over his shoulders and the three made their way out of here. Meat slapped both of their asses as he passed me on the way out. Megan blew me a kiss and laughed. 

"I wouldn't be laughing now, you little slut. You just wait till I stuff this cock in your puss, bitch," said Meat as he exited the house. I had no idea where they were going but I was pretty sure that Meat was going to be fucking the brains out of my girlfriend and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

*******

I drove back to our apartment and was astonished to see Meat's black SUV, on 22"inch rims, parked in the driveway. 

I climbed upstairs and stumbled into our bedroom, half in a daze. There on the bed were Megan and Sierra lying in their thongs, nearly naked asses pointed to where was standing. They still had their heels on, but nothing else. Both girls were making their ass cheeks clap to the beat of the music, ever so softly. 

Meat stood in front of them, completely naked, with hands behind his back. The girls were taking turns licking the head of his cock. It must have been at least 13" long and as wide as beer can. "You girls were born to be black cock sluts," Meat commented. "I'm gonna show you how a real man fucks."

On the TV some brunette pornstar in a light blue thong and pink fishnet top was getting pounded by Mandingo's massive cock. Looking back at Meat, I was astonished to realize that his dick was even bigger than Mandingo's.

"Look it's bigger than my arm," Megan exclaimed nervously, and she held her forearm to his cock. "Now that's a real cock." 

"You like this nasty ass shit, girl," Meat asked Megan in a deep voice. "You wanna become a little black cock slut too?"

"Yes, please," Megan replied slapping the full weight of Meat's cock on her tongue and staring deeply, submissively, into his eyes. He had her completely. 

"Mm, two little white sluts here for this fucking dick," Meat exclaimed. The line was meant to stir the girls up but Meat said it directly at me. He knew I wasn't going to stop my whore of a girlfriend from cheating on me with his big black dick, right in front of my eyes. 

"Ooh yeah, you know I fucking love it!" shouted Sierra, "And this girl right here is about to become your new little slut. I've been waiting to find another whore for you Daddy."

"Get this bitch on her knees," Meat hollered, pulling Megan from the bed effortlessly. His strong arms easily held in the air for a minute, as he moved her tiny body up and down his 13" shafts. Megan shuddered in pleasure and excitement. She was so wet that I could see clearly through her white thong. 

After Meat firmly placed her on Megan on her knees, she slowly began to stretch her lips around Meat's massive cock, taking the head into her throat. I sat down on the chair across from the bed and saw that Megan only had four inches down her throat and could barely take it. 

She looked directly at me with Meat's giant cock pressed in her throat and moaned, the first time she acknowledged my presence. She slowly pulled her mouth off his soaking wet cock.

"I want this fucking dick tonight, honey, and there's nothing you can do to stop me," she said rubbing his long shaft and looking at me. "Meat says I'm his little white slut now. If you can't deal with that, then get the fuck out of here."

Sierra laughed, forcing Meat's cock back into Megan's mouth. "That's right you little slut," Sierra said, "He's your Daddy now." 

Megan began to suck Meat's massive cock again, with her eyes wide open in disbelief. She could hardly believe that she was sucking on that monster cock. Deep guttural moans emanated from her throat. As Meat thrusted back strongly, his cock would bend half way down, hitting the back of her throat. Each time, his cock grew larger.

"Show this bitch how we do," Meat ordered Sierra. She grabbed Megan's head and forced it upon Meat's massive shaft. Another inch slid in her throat. Megan's spit began to stream down to his balls.

Then Megan began to gag and choke. Sierra pulled her off Meat's dick as she coughed up huge amounts of saliva

Megan stammered, with eyes watering, "God your cock is so big! I can barely fit it down my—

She was cut off as Sierra slammed her head back onto Meat's dick. 

Megan soon got the picture and began for face-fuck herself. Each time she smashed Meat's dick into the back her throat she let out a deep, but brief gasping moan. She sounded like a seal, as she gagged on his enormous manhood. Gulp, gulp, gulp. 

"Damn, look at her go!" Sierra cheered. "She loves this shit." Sierra grabbed the base of Meat's shaft and held it still as Megan thrust her mouth all over it. 

Her slobber began to move down the 7" of Meat's cock that still couldn't fit in her mouth in streams. Megan would pull off at times, and let the pool of saliva drip down to her tits and pussy. She was mess, covered in saliva, mixed with Meat's pre-cum. 

"Oh fuck, please let me have that dick, Daddy," Megan whimpered submissively. "I've been a good slut...sucking your beautiful black cock. Please Daddy!"

"Not yet slut, you gotta show me how much you want this dick, you hear me," he replied. 

"Mm-hmm," she said, her mouth already jammed down his shaft. 

For more than ten minutes this went on. At times, Meat would thrust his cock into her mouth, forcing it deeper and causing her to gag even more. As he did this, he forcefully instructed Megan to keep her hands on her side. The sight of his massive ebony cock destroying her little face was incredible. Sierra and Meat continued to talk dirty to Megan, calling her a "stupid whore" and a "black cock slut."

Meat pulled his spit-soaked cock from Megan's mouth and picked her up. He placed her on his cock and began to slide his massive shaft into her tight pussy. It was so wet and worked in with surprising ease. He then dropped Megan onto his huge dick, catching her as her pussy slapped on his balls. Megan screamed on the top her lungs.

With that Meat began to smash his huge dick in and out of Megan's soaking wet pussy as hard as he could. She kept coming over and over again. When he pulled out Sierra grabbed his dick and began slurping on it. Megan writhed in shook, orgasming violently. 

I stepped out to the living room and sat down on the couch. I couldn't believe my 22- year old girlfriend had become a full-blown black cock slut. I knew she would want to fucked like this all the time. Yet, I was strangely turned on by what I had just seen. Those two sluts were getting fucked in the nastiest way possible, by a huge black cock, and were loving every minute of it. 

I jerked off to the sounds of Meat fucking Sierra and my girlfriend. They were screaming at the top of their lungs for each orgasm. The whole apartment complex could surely hear what sluts they were. 

I drifted off to the sounds a Meat's balls slapping Megan's tiny pussy as Sierra worked a huge black dildo in and out of her mouth. 

******** 

When I left for work the next day, I could hear Megan riding Meat's huge cock. Hadn't she had enough? I wondered. 

All day at work, I kept picturing the previous nights events: how Megan had sucked and fucked Meat's enormous cock, her moans, her willingness to be degraded for unbridled sexual pleasure. 

I could only imagine what his fat black cock was doing to her all day. She had probably been drinking his cum since she woke up. 

When I arrived home after work, Meat's large black SUV still parked in the driveway. 

I entered the apartment, and climbed the stairs to the living room where I found Megan and Sierra relaxing on the couch. Between them, sat Meat's powerful 6'5", 220-pound muscular frame. 

The girls were giggling and rubbing Meat's thighs. 

"What's up man," Meat said to me. "You got a nice girl here. And man, does she love to slurp all up on my dick," he laughed. He glanced over at Megan while placing his large hand on her thigh. She ran her hand across the already stiffening bulge in his pants. "She's been all over my dick since this morning...little ass slut."

Megan smirked as she gazed at his cock.

"Let's drink some, I fucking thirsty," he exclaimed and slapped Megan on the ass. 

"Sure thing, Daddy" she said seductively. "I'll get it," said Megan and she hopped off the couch with a spring in her step. 

It was then that I got my first good look at what Megan was wearing. She had on a tiny white skirt that was so short it rode up over her round ass with each step. By the time she was in the kitchen next to me, nearly half of her ass was exposed. The material of the skirt was so thin that her black mesh thong was clearly visible underneath it. 

Her shirt was nothing more than sheer black brad that barely held her tits on place and showed off her flat stomach. Her 4" black stiletto heels clicked across the tile in the kitchen. She looked like a stripper at the beginning of a dance. 

I was sure that the girls had been getting dressed up like sluts to fuck Meat all day long. Both of the girls loved to look slutty.

Megan fixed Meat a drink and rejoined Sierra and Meat on the couch. I sat across from them in a love-seat. From my chair, I could see that Sierra had dressed even sluttier than Megan. Her top was completely sheer and underneath she wore a dark red bra that was a size too small. Her tits were spilling out of it. She wore a tight fitting red thong with heels to match.

As he drank, Meat rubbed his hands across the girl's bodies, eventually working his way around to the back of Megan's skirt. Slowly he began to pull her skirt up, gradually exposing her black mesh thong, which was growing wet from her pussy. Megan made no attempt to stop this and seemed to enjoy the attention. Periodically the girls exchanged devious glances across Meat's large frame. 




Megan Turns into a Black Cock Slut



This continued for several minutes when Megan asked me, "Hey sweetheart, could you run to the store and pick up some more wine for us? We're almost out."

"Yea OK," I replied hesitantly. I knew what was going to happen, but was powerless to stop it. "I'll be back in like twenty or so." 

"Ok take your time," said Sierra with a smirk. Megan giggled, stilled staring at the massive bulge in Meat's pants. 

I left quickly, hoping to hurry back as soon as possible. 

When I returned I was overwhelmed by the sight in front of me. 

Megan was on her knees, drooling on Meat's massive black cock. Still, she could only fit about half of his enormous cock in her mouth. 

"I fucking love this big cock," she said staring into Meat's eyes. "It tastes so good!"

Sierra knelt on the floor next to Megan, pulling up her skirt to reveal Megan's tight firm ass and tiny black thong. Megan's tube top was down by her waist exposing her perky breasts. 

Megan opened her mouth and began to shove Meat's impressive organ in her throat. She kept her lips as far open as possible as she did this, and gobs of spit began to form over her lips, Soon, saliva was streaming out of Megan's mouth and onto Meat's massive cock, covering her tits. She worked harder and harder to fit Meat's dick in her tiny white mouth, moaning and gagging the whole time.

"Suck that cock you little slut," said Sierra as she slapped Megan's ass. "This is what you wanted, bitch? A big fat black cock to gag on." 

"Mm-hmm," she moaned, his cock deep in throat. 

"You like that shit, bitch?" Meat said as he forced another inch down Megan's throat. She now had about six inches down her throat and was slurping all over his big dick. A long moan was all she could manage to reply with Meat's big dick choking her. More than half of his massive cock was still out her, and quickly becoming covered in her spit. 

I watched as Megan slobbered and gagged on Meat's huge cock in disbelief. What a whore! I thought. At the same time, I found myself growing aroused by the incredible scene unfolding in front of my eyes.

Sierra kept slapping Megan on the ass playfully and talking dirty to her. "Look at you, you little slut. Drooling all over this big black cock," she teased. 

She reached down and began rubbing Megan's pussy, bringing on a violent orgasm. As she came, she pulled her mouth away, screaming in pleasure. Sierra grabbed his dick and began forcing it back in Megan's open mouth. 

"Grab that bitch's head," Meat said in a deep voice. "I wanna slam this fuckin' cock in her mouth. You want that you little slut?!" he yelled. 

Megan pulled her mouth off of Meat's cock, and a massive stream of spit fell to her tits. She looked up Meat sexily, hungrily. "Yes, Daddy," she said. "Give me that big black dick! Please, I fucking love it, Daddy."

Sierra pulled Megan's hair into a pony tail and grabbed her by the back of the head. She held her head there as Meat began to pump faster and faster, trying to force every inch of his black cock in her mouth. She gagged and slurped and drooled as she tried to let his huge cock into her throat. Spit was now streaming down from her mouth. 

Her tits were soaked, as was the shirt at her waist. With her skirt pulled up, I could tell her pussy was sopping wet as well. She really loved gagging on Meat's black dick.

"Yea you nasty little slut, take that shit!" Meat exclaimed.

Megan began letting out low guttural moaning noises. I realized that she was climaxing in waves while she slurped on Meat's dick. Meat would press eight or so inches of his dick down her throat and hold for a few seconds while Megan gagged. She would slap his leg and he would slowly remove his giant cock, letting her spit run down his shaft, dripping onto her chest. Sierra began stroking and gagging on his dick when ever he pulled it out. 

Soon the two were fighting over his cock. I couldn't believe I was watching these two white sluts, one of whom was my girlfriend, gagging and slurping on a massive black cock. Meat was totally in control of both, and Megan was especially submissive, letting him do whatever he wanted. 

"Come over here, bitches, I wanna fuck those tight little pussies," Meat bellowed. 

"Me first!" said Megan, pulling her tube top and skirt off in single motion. She stood there in there black thong and heels ready to slam herself onto Meat's enormous throbbing cock. 

He reclined back on the couch and pulled her onto his cock. She pulled her thong to the side and rode him like a cowgirl, slowly working his cock into her tight pussy. They began working at a steady pace, more of his black dick disappearing with each thrust. Sierra knelt next to Megan slapping her on the ass and calling her a "black cock slut" repeatedly. 

Megan began to moan and scream violently as Meat fucked her. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me daddy! Give me that fucking dick!"

"You like that shit?" Meat replied. 

"Yes, daddy. I love your big black dick pounding my tight little pussy. Slam me on that dick!"

With that Meat stoop up and held Megan in the air as he slammed his entire massive cock into her pussy. Sierra rubbed Megan's clit and made out with Meat as he fucked her. As Megan bounced up and down on Meat's cock she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oooooh, fuck me daddy! Slam me on that big black cock!" His balls slapped against her as he fit the entire length of his massive cock in her. 

She came over and over again as she rode him, her cum covering his balls. She loved being degraded by this massive black stud.

"Whose you're daddy bitch?!" Meat exclaimed, 

"You're my daddy! You're my daddy!" she replied. "I'm your slut! Your black fucking cock slut! Pound my fucking pussy! Slam me Daddy, slam me! Give that motherfucking cock to me!" 

"Damn girl, you love this shit, don't you?" Sierra said as she licked Megan's erect nipple. 

"Whose pussy is this bitch?" Meat yelled. 

"It's your pussy daddy, fuck your pussy! Fuck it! FUCK IT!" Megan screamed. 

"Yea baby slide up and down that big beautiful black cock," Sierra chimed in. 

Meat fucked her in his arms for more than ten minutes, with Megan coming all over his massive black cock the whole time. He then laid her down on the couch and continued slamming her tight little pussy. Periodically he would pull out and Sierra would slurp and gag on his cock, making it even wetter. A few times he pulled out and leaned over Megan's quivering, climaxing body and shoved his cock in her mouth; face-fucking her while Sierra stroked his cock.

Sierra then laid down next to Megan and Meat began moving form one pussy to another, sometimes pulling out and slamming his cock into their mouths. The girls moaned and screamed as Meat made them come over and over again.

"Ooh, I love being a little black cock slut!" Megan exclaimed. "You feel so good daddy!"

After what must have been twenty minutes of fucking Megan and Sierra's mouths and pussies Meat yelled, "Fuck bitches I'm gonna come!"

Sierra moved instinctively onto her knees and began tonguing of Meat's cock. Megan followed suit and began running her mouth across the massive shaft of Meat's 13" cock. "Our juices taste so good on Daddy's big black dick," she said.

As the girl's continued to lick and suck Meat's fat black dick they ran their hands up and down his long, glistening shaft. Meat placed his hands behind his head and let these two little white sluts slurp, drool, and stroke his massive black cock. 

"Ooh, shit here it comes!" Meat yelled. 

He let loose a thick stream of cum, followed by another and then another. He kept releasing torrents of cum onto the girls. Sierra and Megan tongued each other as Meat's loads of cum sprayed onto their waiting tongues and faces. So much cum flew out Meat's dick that it began to stream out of the girls' mouths running on to their breasts. They began to lick one another as Meat instructed them to lick up every last drop.

After she had swallowed what seemed like a gallon of Meat's cum, Megan stared into his eyes and licked the head of his cock. 

"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for this big black cock. I wanna suck and fuck your gorgeous dick all night long," she said.

"Ooh me too," said Sierra. "That's why I brought him here- so he could slam our little pussies and show you how to be a real black cock slut, just like those girls in the videos I gave you." 

"Maybe I'll call some of the boys from the team to come over here and pound you little sluts? You think you handle that shit? Four or five big-dicked studs slamming' your mouths and pussies?"

"Yes Daddy. I want more. But you're still my Daddy. I fucking love your big black dick. I can't wait to taste more of you cum," said Megan.

"You're gonna have to learn to share with me," Sierra said. "He's my Daddy too. I love fucking his big black dick so fucking much!"

"Don't worry girls. You're both my little sluts. I'll come over here and slam your pussies all the time," Meat assured them as he slapped his huge throbbing cock on Megan's outstretched tongue. "Why don't you go put on some sexy shit while I roll this blunt? Then y'all can come out here and suck on my dick before the boys get here."

"Alright! I got just the outfit to wear. I wanna suck you cock for like an hour!" said Megan.

"You sure you can handle that?" Sierra playfully asked. 

"Oh yea, it's just licking and sucking on the best fucking cock I've ever seen. We can do that."

Megan stood and began walking towards her room when she saw me. "Hey babe, hope you enjoyed the show," she said without stopping. "Meat's got some friends coming over just so you know. I'm gonna get changed."

I stood there in disbelief as Meat sat down and began smoking a fat blunt. He looked at me. "That little slut is fantastic bro. She fucking loves my dick so much, I don't think she'll be fucking you too much anymore!" he laughed. 

In the bedroom I could hear Megan and Sierra laughing and giggling as they tried on different lingerie sets. 

Soon they emerged looking slutty and eager to suck Meat's fat black cock. Both were wearing only white high heels, white stockings, and tiny sheer white thongs.

"Damn you girls look like sluts!" Meat exclaimed. "Get over here."

Megan and Sierra walked across the room and knelt in front on their Daddy's massive erect cock. Megan opened her mouth and began to suck his cock. 

"My boys will be coming in a little bit, but you sluts just keep sucking. And take off them panties."

"Yes Daddy," Megan replied submissively. She removed her thong, which Meat instantly grabbed from her hands. He draped her panties around the base of his cock. 

Pretty soon, more massive black dicks would be violating these little sluts in every way possible. While I was sure that Megan no longer wanted to be with me, now that she was Meat's little fuck slut, I stuck around too see what happened next. 

To be continued...



Megann's Fantasy



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. -

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"Is the sun with us today?" That's the first thing Megann asks herself in this burning hot summer morning. Still lying on her black satin sheets, she pulls her blinds cord all the way down to reveal a shining sun. At the same moment, her room is filled with hot rays, hot rays that end up embracing her whole body. When she sees the faint glimmers of the light loosing itself in her dense red bush, a smile comes to her face. "Maybe I could live out the fantasy I so long dreamed about?" After turning around on her bed, she spreads her legs apart and lets the sun directly reach her pussy, adding more heat to her cherished lips. Still quite sleepy, she slowly rubs her fingers against the skin between her bush and her thigh, stirring up mellow feelings. Suddenly, as if all the spicy dreams she had that night were focusing their effects at the same time, Megann feels the surge of emotions rising from deep within. In an instant, a faint film of fluid emerges freely and coats her luscious lips. Her eyes now wide open, she knows that this is a definite sign; yes she must act out her fantasy, and she must do it today. 

But just as she was about to get up, she decides that she's going to linger a bit longer, savoring the feelings of her nudity under the sun. As she moves her left hand towards her legs, the one that was already there makes it's way lower around her bush. After a long and deep plunge inside her warmth, two fingers come back out and gently move up to that precious little pearl. With the softness of a feather, they barely touch it while sliding their glistening length up and down. With her other hand, she spreads open her slit and sinks another two fingers inside her. Pressing down on the right hand with her palm, she increases the pressure on her clit. Boiling now from within, the familiar feelings surge throughout her body. The shivers she now feels will, she knows that without a doubt, turn into convulsion of pure pleasure. And by the copious amount of her overflowing juices, she knows that it won't be long. 

Bringing back in her mind the images of her last boyfriend, Mike, that so dearly liked to taste her pussy, she imagines that her fingers are his long tongue, searching forever for more of her juices. With a mild laugh, she remembers how much he blessed her for the unbelievable amount of juice she could offer him. With no apparent reason, since the early beginning of her adolescence, Megann always had really wet climaxes. Now, at 21, this particular effect has spread to every phase of her orgasms, from the first touch until she finally explodes. Already, she feels the wet sheets under her upper thighs. It only took a few minutes, but it was more than enough to make fill herself with more than enough fluids...

Lost in her ministrations, she hears her door crackling open. With a smile she awaits her only lover, as she feels him climb on the bed. With her eyes still closed, she longs for his first touch. Softly, her cat Max touches her elbow and walks up on Megann. With a mellow step on her left breast, he continues a bit farther, before lying down in the recess of her arms. It only takes a few seconds before he begins to purr loudly, filling Megann with exquisite feelings. Slowly rubbing his head against her breast, he doesn't even begin to know the feelings he creates inside the womb of his heavy breathing mistress. 

Still rubbing her right hand's fingers between her left hand and her moist mound, Megann now feels the desired fires coming alive. When barely audible moans break the silence, Max lifts his head and looks at the twisting head of his unusually warm mistress. Stretching a bit, he reaches to the source of the moans and rubs his head against Megann's neck, adding even more softness to her already sweet feelings. When her climax ignite, she slides her feet close to her hips and raises her ass off the bed. At that moment Max slides down over Megann's breasts and then all around her neck. Completely lost in herself, she doesn't even realize that Max is now up on the bed, looking at her with a feline curiosity. When her moans turn into screams, Max backs up even more, unable to understand the carnal rage that consumes Megann's whole being. 

Quickly looking at the few golden drops that fall from Megann's engorged pussy, Max now looks back at her face while she slowly lets herself fall back on the bed. A few seconds later, Max's curiosity drives him to walk back on Megann and head directly between her legs, intrigued by the weird and powerful smell. Just as he was about to taste that strange mixture, he feels Megann's hands pulling him back. "That's not for you to taste Max. Try to behave yourself you bad kitty!"

After holding him a few more minutes, she gets up and walks to her kitchen. While opening the small can for Max, she looks out her huge window at her neighbor. He doesn't shy away from her nudity. She offers him a friendly smile as he moves back from his window. Since the day they met on the street, she decided to let him see her naked every morning as long as he doesn't stand gaping in front of the window. He had learned that over the weeks, and was now content to look at her from a bit farther, hidden in the shadow. He knew perfectly well that she stayed that long nude in the kitchen on purpose, and also knew that he didn't want to loose his luck by asking her out...

Half an hour later, she's back in her room, looking for two pieces of clothing she almost never wore; tiny jeans cut-offs with a specially cut shirt. What's meant by "specially" is quite obvious; the material is quite stretchy and it barely covers her breasts. Letting her whole belly, from the very low waistline of the cut-offs to the dangerously high line that defines her shirt, completely nude for anyone to see and enjoy! And of course, since this is a fantasy, she doesn't wear any kind of underwear. Even though her lacy see-through panties are tempting her, she prefers taking the risk of exposing her small tattoo for any lucky guy... or girl! Who knows? She's had this round flower tattoo, red yellow and orange, just above her bush since she was sixteen. 

One of her friends, Peter, had just finished to learn how to do them. After lying down on a table, with her pants on the floor, she had held her sexy panties low enough for him to work. But what he ignored for the first few minutes was that Megann used her thumb to caress her clit. When she became too hot to control her moving hips, Peter understood. It took more time than it should have, but the flower still has something incredibly sensual about it. It's true that when Megann decided to take of all her clothes, Peter knew this was not any king of tattoo she wanted. "The more you design it sexy, the greater your reward will be" She had said to him. So even though he wanted to finish quickly, he took his time and made an absolutely divine flower. And as a result, they fucked all night long, until he was not able to get hard anymore...

After dressing up for her day, Megann fixes her hair with a few clamps. With a lot of rebel locks that hang all around her face and over her neck, she knows that her fire-red hair will attract a lot of stares. The only work she has to do today is a short homework with her long time friend Mary so se grabs her packsack and heads out of her room. Walking back through the kitchen, she takes and apple to eat on her way to college.

As soon as she turns the corner around the cafeteria and walks all the way across it, her heart beats suddenly quite fast. She nearly feels the stares all over her body, eating away the few clothes she has on. Stares on her back, her belly, her face, her neck, her breasts, her legs, her ass and of course her mystic bush and pussy, which are barely hidden today. Seeping form those desired lips to the thin crotch of her jeans, the first of many drop of her nectar tells Megann that this is going to be a long and special day. After finding Mary at her usual table, Megann joins her and sits in front of her, across the table where a few books are already opened. "-My God Megann, what got into you this morning? Had a wet dream, perhaps? -Not really, I simply want to live out a long dreamed fantasy, that's all. -Well, if you saw all the stares in your direction, you'd know that you were not the only one dreaming about it! -Perhaps... Mind if we head for a more private room to do this? I know it's not long, but I don't think we won't be able to do much work around here anyway."

Mary gladly accepts. During the few minutes it took them to reach a private room, dozens of passing strangers offered Megann a gentle smile, accompanied a few steps later by a "behind her back" probing stare. "-My God Megann, you're even exciting a few of the girls that pass by! -Yeah, I can see that!" Looking briefly at Mary's shirt, Megann points out to her friend that her nipples are quite hard and clearly showing through her tee-shirt, her quite small tee-shirt that is. Awkwardly, she tries to talk her way out of it. "-Well, you know, ...I can't ignore beauty when I see it!"

With that, they both started laughing, which is exactly what Mary wanted. But instead of forgetting about it, Megann saw in her friend's nervousness how sensitive she was of her charms. She remembers that during gym class, they often took her showers together, but only now does she realize that Mary always talked about breasts or any subjects that allowed her to stare openly at Megann's breasts or other private body part. One time, she even showed her how to detect augmented breasts; she moved around each breasts with her hands to tell her where to look for tiny scars, and then went right behind Megann to fondle them both, supposedly to show her how to weight them. One time, when they were alone in the gym's locker, still nude, she even asked Megann if she could show her where her G-point was. Of course, they had been talking about sex during the whole class and it didn't seem out of place at all, but now Megann wonders. 

Anyway, after preparing themselves to do their homework, Mary goes to the bathroom, leaving Megann alone in the small room, which has, at least, a window. Being on the second floor, she can see all around but to do so, she must bend down over the table, which greatly increases the sensual potential she now has. When she realizes that, she straightens up and thinks about Mary. "Should I do something about it?...I don't have a choice, I must. But what?" The idea suddenly pops up in her head. Turning back around, she places herself right as she was, except that she arches her back and ass a bit higher. Then, she unzips her cut-offs completely, knowing full well that when she'll turn around to face Mary, her bush will be in plain and public view. While waiting for Mary, Megann's heart beats once more rapidly, and her nipple harden their way through the stretched shirt. 

When Mary arrives, she sees Megann bent down over the table, with her legs slightly spread and her ass incredibly arched up. After closing her eyes for an instant, she says, once more to cheer up the ambiance; "-Megann, if I were a guy, I'd rape you right there..." But instead of the laugh she expected, Megann slowly says "-Be careful what you wish for..." After a short silence, Megann slowly turns around to expose her bush and stares at Mary. "-Mary, you can't even begin to understand how hot and willing I am today..."

It only takes Mary one second before understanding all the wonderful possibilities this "first contact" will have on their friendship. Without hesitating any longer, she locks the door, turns back around towards Megann and pulls off her tee shirt, revealing the perky breasts Megann just loves. A bit surprise, Megann only has the time to ask; "-Bra-less? -Always my dear!"

Even though Mary's breasts are rather small and coned shaped, their long nipples and the sexy bounce they have when she walks is simply overwhelming. And since Megann is now lost in a sexual raving, she can't control herself anymore. After pulling Mary's waist against her own, she bends forward and slips one of the phenomenal nipples between her lips. Drowned in Mary's delicate perfume, bewildered by the extreme softness of her other breasts against her cheek and feeling Mary's hands all over and under her own shirt, she realize that the day will be even more than amazing!

Mary's small moans increase quite a bit when she reaches under Megann's stretchy shirt and cups her ample breasts with both her hands. When she pulls it over Megann's head, Megann straightens up and pulls Mary closer for the kiss. As their tongues touch for the first time, their breasts do the same; the mellow and ample beauty of Megann's merging with the proud sexiness of Mary's. Moaning while their tongues passionately dance, both girls feel every bit of control seeping out of them; they've now turned into two lust nymphs. Nothing can stop them...

Moving her hand around Megann's side to her opened jeans, Mary slides her hand around the enticing red bush, cupping the mound she had dreamed about for so long. Without even hesitating for one second, she slips her middle finger between the drenched lips and easily pushes it deep inside her friend's pussy. Breaking the kiss to moan uncontrollably, Megann presses her waist against Mary's, increasing the pressure of her hand on her clit. Then, as quickly as she pressed in, Megann backs up and puts her hands on her jeans. Pulling them down before throwing them away with her foot, she tells Mary; "-Eat me Mary, I want to feel your tongue deep inside me..." Mary nearly fainted at the sound of that and kneels down. Jumping on the table, Megann opens her leg wide before lying down, with both her hands on her breasts. Before letting herself dive down on Megann, Mary brings her breasts near the opened red flower. When she presses her nipple in the glittering slit, Megann raises her head and looks, incredulous, at the sight between her legs. She feels like her mound is kissing and sucking Mary's breast and nipple. But she knows one thing; he's the one having the biggest part of the feelings! When the long nipple starts to move around inside her, Megann lets her head fall back on the table, reveling in the feelings. 

After replacing her nipple with her tongue, Mary dives inside Megann. She knows perfectly well that the fact that the operation under her tongue lets her slide it much deeper than any other. And, with the few other experiences she had at tasting another girl's pussy, she knows what effect it has on the girl. With her upper lips rubbing hard against Megann's clit, she feels that her friend will love her first lesbian climax. And she does. Twisting around on the table, holding Mary's head with her two hands and completely unable to restrain her moans, she knows her climax is approaching fast. Suddenly, Mary slows down her ministrations and finally, after flicking Megann's clit with the tip of her tongue for a few seconds, she stops. -You don't know how long it's been since I want to lick and kiss that flower. -Which one, the red one with a little bud, or the tattoo? -Both of them silly. But this one has me wet-dreaming since the first time I saw it. 

Bringing some of the nectar from the first flower, she gently licks Megann's tattoo, before beginning to kiss it feverishly. Walking around to the side of the table, stared at by a confused Megann, Mary bends down with a smile and kisses her friend. As their tongue duel heats up, Mary slides her hand down along Megann's belly and cups her fingers around her fiery bush. With her thumb over Megann's clit, Mary slides one finger deep inside her pussy, to then curve it upward. Now, just as if she was gently pinching Megann's clit between her fingers, she knows that she found the spot. 

When Megann feels Mary's finger beginning to squeeze her, new sensations fill her whole body. While her clit continues what it had started earlier, Mary's finger triggers an unknown part of her red flower. She suddenly realizes just what Mary's touching and massaging; her G-point. And, by God, she found it! 

It only took a few marvelous minutes before Megann experienced her second lesbian climax. Having taken off her short skirt with her free hand, Mary now raises herself on the table, moving her leg over Megann's face, before letting her pussy tease her for a while. Hearing Megann's hungry moans, Mary lowers her pussy on her friend's tongue and dives herself in Megann's pussy, savoring once more the long coveted dream. Looking down on the floor while she pushes her tongue deep inside, Mary sees the little pool of Megann's juices that overflowed during her first two orgasms. "My, she thinks to herself, she was not lying about that, not lying at all!" At the other end, Megann has her first taste of girl-cum, and loves every passionate moment of it. She was a bit afraid about the taste, which a few of her boyfriend told her was rather weird, but she likes it a lot more than she expected. In fact, her probing tongue sometimes breaks the concentration of Mary, pushing uncontrolled moans from her. 

...loosing themselves in lust, they don't see the better part of the afternoon passing by. When they wake up from this carnal pleasure, they look at each other and laugh quite hard, both surprised by their unbridled actions. Trying in vain to finish their homework, they decide to forget about it for the day, and split up. "We never know what could happen if we stay together any longer!" Megann had said. Now, after a quick kiss good-bye, they head their separate ways. Megann, heading for the little projection room, heads for peace and a place she will be able to dose off for a while. 

Looking at the title; "The nature of the universe", she's relieved to know that there won't be a crowd in there. But, when she enters, in the room that could seat about thirty people, she counts at least a dozen, but no one in the last row. After taking her place about in the middle of the room, and after being detailed by every male eyes in the assistance, she realize that she doesn't feel sleepy any longer. Suddenly, a "science-type" guy enters and, after seeing her in the back, comes and sits in the first seat at her left. After a few seconds of frustration, she wanted to be alone, she tries to forget about him and leans back on the soft seat. 

She hears him moving on his seat and feels his leg press against her. He's also wearing jeans cut-offs, so their entire thighs are nude and rubbing one against the other; there are no armrests between the seats. Surprised to realize that it doesn't bother her at all, she's even more surprised when she feels some familiar feelings between her legs. Perhaps Mary got her hotter than she thought, because now the only thing on her mind are those wet feelings. "What the hell!, she thinks to herself, this is, after all, my special day..." 

With an invisible smile, she slides lower on her seat, spreading her legs apart. He doesn't seem to mind this at all, in fact, when she pressed against his leg, he pressed back. Swiftly moving her hands to her waist, she unbuttons her jeans, and spread them open, already revealing her red bush to his probing eyes. He stayed quite calm until then, but when she slides her hands below the jeans and begins to caress herself, he changes position on his seat. With a quick look, Megann sees the growing bulge in his pants. Arching her back upward, exposing her full breasts to him, she lets a quiet moan reach his ears. Even not bothering to hide himself, he turns around in his seat and stares at Megann's bush. Realizing that, she turns her head towards him and smiles softly; a sensual smile of course. 




Megann's Fantasy



To his mild surprise, she spreads her hands apart, sliding her cut-offs to mid-thighs, before resuming her teasing game. With exaggerated movements, she slides two fingers from her left hand deep inside her pussy and then pumps them with deliberately long strokes. The effect is immediate; he shifts again in his seat, visibly uncomfortable in his tight shorts. Keeping up her finger fucking a few minutes longer, she guides her right hand up her belly to her breasts. A few massaging and teasing strokes later, she pulls the stretchy material of her top over her breasts in a single motion. Arching her back at the same time, she pushes once more her breasts up in the air in the dark room. His accustomed eyes, wide opened of course, have no problem detailing the delicate shape and soft pink color of her nipples. 

Pulling her fingers out, she turns to him and asks; "Want a taste?" He simply freezes up. Moving her dripping fingers to his mouth, she caresses his lips a few seconds before letting his tongue taste her. Closing his eyes for the first time in minutes, he revels in this incredible taste. Without realizing what's happening to him, he suddenly opens his eyes and looks down; indeed, she really did unsnap his jeans and has her hand around his throbbing cock. He didn't even notice that she had opened his jeans. Twisting under the sensations of Megann's ministrations, he finds the courage to move his hand on her gorgeous breast, the first one he felt since he played doctor with his cousin Maria, years back...

As she goes on pumping his cock, Megann uses her other hand to slide her shorts all the way down. Now completely naked except for her top, squeezed above her breasts, she turns towards him and lowers her head close to his cock. When she lets the head slip between her lips, he contains a moan and she hears him saying: "Oh my God!" Still holding the base of his cock with her hand, she opens her mouth wide and only lets her tongue touch him. She then slides all the way down, letting her mouth close back around the base and feeling her throat around his head. Shifting between a deep-throat fuck, a full-length mouth fuck and a delightful tongue swirling around his head, she knows very well that she's driving him crazy. He suddenly moves his hands from her breasts to her head and she knows he going to cum any second now. And she lets him!

She feels his cum blasting against the back of her throat before swallowing it easily. After cleaning him up, she brings her hand back on his cock and moves up until her mouth reaches his ear: "You taste really good stranger..." With that, she feels his cock coming back to life; just as she expected it. "He's probably not very experienced, Megann deduced, and the sheer excitation is enough to keep him hard for a while!" Now, looking at him, she says: "Are you ready to continue? I really want to feel that huge cock between my lips, sliding it's way to the deepest recesses of my pussy, spreading it wider than ever before. Make me feel like a virgin all over again, will you?" Well, his cock is not really huge, but when she finishes talking, she's sure she felt it growing. 

Turning her back to him, she sits on her side, revealing her buttocks to him. Moving her upper leg forward, she uncovers the fragile details of her womanhood to him. Moving behind her, he twists sideways to hand puts his hand on her nude waist. With her free hand, Megann grabs his cock and guides its head to her waiting hole. Awkwardly, he begins to push in and move closer to her in the process. Inch by inch, Megann feels his cock freeing built up tensions. Flowing now freely, they turn into her proverbial wetness and coat his cock that now easily slides the final inches. Once inside to the hilt, he pulls back and begins to fuck her like an uncontrolled wildcat. 

Try as they might, they can't control all the sounds their instincts make. Her moans and his grunts are now heard by nearly everyone in the little room. Of the dozen people here, only two are girls. So all the male eyes, and a few feminine eyes, are now glued to the new show in the last row. Either looking at Megann's exposed buttocks, his hands on her hips, his cock pounding deeply inside her, her breasts heaving with each one of his strokes... everybody now is staring at them. Noticing the hungry eyes, Megann smiles to herself and forgets all about self-control. Now filling the room, her moans act like mermaid songs; enrapturing everybody in a sexual trance. Since the audience is mainly composed of males, the effects are not so bacchanal, but she swears that she can see a few of them jacking themselves off. 

But right now she doesn't really care; surprisingly, even though the stranger was clearly a virgin, he's still better than she expected. Moving sideways a bit, he reaches without knowing to the secret places inside Megann's pussy that her last boyfriend took months to find. Quickly building an incredible orgasm inside Megann's pussy, the stranger also seems to be reaching his own peek. But before exploding, he pulls Megann and sits right up on his bench. With her legs on each side of his, Megann bends forward and puts her arms on the bench in front of her before resuming herself the incredible fuck they had. She understands why he did that when she feels both his hands climb up around her waist to her breasts; if he's a virgin, he won't let this chance pass him by! Kneading her breasts together, squeezing them in his hands, massaging them slowly and brushing her nipples with his fingers, the stranger pushes Megann over the edge. It seems like Mary had made them so sensible that they were sending their own sensations directly to Megann's pussy. When he feels Megann's pussy contracting, he opens his eyes and mouth wide, feeling his first pussy-originating orgasm. While her whole body trembles with pure delight, he feels his cock bursting all the cum he has deep into the burning hot pussy that took his cherry. When both their moans fill the room, the others, transfixed by the sight of Megann's body moving under the sexual spell, slowly begin to clap their hands. Finally the room is filled with cheers and cries of weird congratulations. 

With a smile, Megann grabs the head of the guy just in front of her and pulls him to her. After a long, wet and passionate kiss that freed her of the remaining sensual tension inside her, she pushes him back to his seat. Slowly raising herself, she feels the limp cock sliding out. Now standing in front of him, she feels his hands caressing her buttocks while the guy in front of her has his eyes locked on her still nude breasts. Then, she slides her top down, puts her cut-offs back on and, without a word, leaves this little room. Walking with a definite sexual twist, she heads out of the school to a long warm bath. And already, under the jealous sun, she's thinking about another fantasy...

-If you have the time, I'd like some comments. Thanks-



Megan's a Bitch



I was shopping in John Lewis with my step daughter, and regretting bringing her along. Ever since her mother had passed away last year, she had been nothing but a pain in my arse. I'd put up with her bad moods, and worse behaviour having put this down to her grieving process, but this day I had finally had enough.

Megan stood there pouting at me, all 5ft 7inches of her. Fluttering her eyes, whilst twisting her long black hair around her finger. 

"But I need these shoes," she whined. 

"You don't seem to understand the difference between need and want young lady."

"I need them," accompanied by a foot stamp. 

"If you want to behave like a young girl, instead of an 18 year old, then I can treat you like one!" I responded.

"You're just being mean, mum would have understood, I really need these shoes." She whined.

"what you need is some discipline young lady, and if you carry on like this, I'll spank your bum right here." I said, getting annoyed.

Megan gave me a look of pure hatred, "If that's how you want to be!" She hissed, before storming away.

Over the next few weeks Megan never seemed to be around. I wasn't sure if she was actually avoiding me, or, as she claimed, studying for an important A-level exam in Biology.

It was with some surprise that I came home from work on Friday evening to find Megan waiting for me. "I want to talk to you, sit on the couch." I was tired and didn't feel like having a fight, having had a bad week at work. My new boss was a real bastard and making life difficult for me. So rather than snap back a reply, I took a seat.

"You know I don't like you, you're not my father, and I was only ever nice to you because Mum asked me to be. Well, after you threatened me with a spanking, I've decided that my promise is finished, so no more being nice." Said with enough ice in the tone for frost to form!

Now that takes the biscuit I thought, the cheeky little bitch has been nothing but a pain. As I opened my mouth to put her in her place, she picked up a manila envelope and threw it at me.

"Before you say something you are going to regret, you'd better take a look in there," she said with a smug grin spread all across her face.

Opening the envelope I found expense reports from the office for my last three years. There were several line items which were highlighted in yellow marker pen. 

"How did you get these?!" I demanded.

"That's not important. What is important, is that I can prove that you fiddled those expenses. You've claimed for plane tickets for trips you never actually made. Including the weekend you took me and Mum to Paris for her birthday."

"Its not true, I can......"

"Don't bother lying. My friends a bit of a computer geek, and he's cross referenced everything. Unlike your accounts department. I have copies of all this, plus the proof on disk. And to think, all it took to get this, was a couple of flashes of my tits. Oh yes, and a promise of blow job once I had you under my control. Now what have you got to say for yourself." Uttered with complete contempt.

"Megan, don't do anything stupid. I fiddled my expenses yes, but everyone does, and we needed the money for your braces. My boss was being a real bastard and fucked me out of my bonus, two years running. I was only getting back what I should have been paid in the first place." I pleaded.

"Don't try and blame me you pathetic fucker. If you were a real man you would have demanded a promotion years ago. You have two choices, and you'd better think very carefully, because whatever happens, your life will not be the same again.

1 -- I can mail these to your boss. You'll lose your job, and given your age, and a criminal record, you'll be lucky to get any job other than flipping burgers. You'll lose the house, your friends, everything. In short, you'll be ruined."

Megan waited a few seconds, an evil grin spreading across her face.

"Or, you can agree to do everything I tell you. You'll become my little slave, at my beck and call, and the first thing that will happen, is that I will spank your arse bright red.

You've got 5 minutes to decide. If you chose the second option, I want to find you naked and lying face down on your bed." 

I sat stunned. How could Megan do this to me? Calculating quickly, I figured a sore arse wasn't such a bad option, and it would buy me the time to get my hands on the originals. I started planning on how I would wheedle my way out from this situation.

I was still thinking of different plans when I heard the bedroom door open behind me. "Keep your face in the pillow, you wanker," Megan hissed at me. I felt her moving alongside the bed, first on the right, then on the left. "Put your hands up and grip the top of the bed." I did as I was told, and then felt my cold metal on my wrist, quickly followed by the same on my left wrist. An experimental tug showed I wasn't going anywhere. 

"Legs spread, get your feet to the corners of the bed." The tone commanded my attention and response. I didn't even think as I complied, again feeling my ankles locked in place.

I felt Megan climb on the bed behind me. Reaching over, she placed some sort of blindfold over my eyes. As I opened my mouth to protest, Megan crammed a ball gag in place. 

I lay there wondering what the hell was going on, and waiting for the arse spanking I knew would come. I could hear Megan looking around the bedroom, opening drawers and cupboards. 

"Did mum know what a pervert you are? Did she know you liked to look at magazines of women taking it in the arse? Was that what you wanted to do to my mother, your fucking pervert?" Thrown at me in a tone of pure venom.

Fuck! She'd found my porn stash. Whilst most of it was fairly tame stuff, I had bought some multi-packs on the cheap. I hadn't even read all of them.

Whack! I felt a burning slab of fire across my arse cheeks. Whack, whack, whack!

She was really laying into me, and it hurt. I never imagined how badly a spanking from a girl would hurt, but the next couple of minutes were pure misery. Whack! another one, my arse was on fire, and I was convinced she was going to be leaving me bruised.The pain just kept building, and Megan didn't slow up, raining blows down one after another. I started to cry from the pain.

"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth, and I don't want to hear a word, unless I ask you a question. Nod your head if your understand." I nodded, and felt the gag being removed.

"So you wanted to fuck mum in the arse you pervert, I bet you fantasised about fucking me too, didn't you?" 

"No Megan, I never...." Whack! Across the back of my thighs this time.

"Every time you lie to me, I am going to punish you. Now, did you want to fuck your wife and daughter in their arses?" Demanded Megan.

"No Megan, I swear, I never read that maga.....OwWWWEE". The last cut off by by scream of pain. This time she'd managed to catch my balls when she hit me. The ball gag was forced back in, and she really set to me. "When you're ready to confess, bang your head on the pillow."

This went on for another 10 minutes and then I started banging my head. It didn't do any good, either Megan was enjoying herself too much, or making a point about cooperating, she carried on for another 5 minutes, by which point my legs, arse, thighs and lower back were burning hell. 

"Your arse and legs are a beautiful shade of crimson. I doubt you'll be able to sit down comfortably for a few days. Now, I'm bored with the paddle, so how about we use a crop? I hear that they leave spectacular welts, and whats more, I can aim a crop much more effectively between your legs." I was panting into the pillow, tears streaming down my face by this point, terrified at the tone in Megans voice. She really sounded like she was enjoying this!

It only took four hits from the crop, one on my balls, before I broke. I could see that Megan wasn't interested in the truth, she wanted revenge, and she was going to get it. I started banging my head frantically on the pillow, I wanted this over as quickly as possible.

"Yes Megan!" I screamed when the ball gag was removed, "I was planning on fucking you and your mother in the arse."

"Honesty at last. Do you think you deserve to be punished for being such a deviant bastard? Maybe you should learn what it feels like to be fucked in the arse? If you ask me nicely, then I'll be happy to help you out. However, if you think you should be spanked instead, then say, 100 with the crop? What do you think?" Said in such a sweet voice, one that I've come to dread because pain and humiliation always follow.

Now, the thought of being fucked in the arse is not one a man willingly opts for, but I just couldn't face another 100 lashes with the crop. Besides which, it wasn't as if Megan actually had a cock, right? I figured she'd use a finger or a candle or something, and I could handle that.

"Please Megan, fuck me in the arse." I could barely get the words out. Whack! Pain like I couldn't imagine, right down the crack of my arse and across my balls. "Fucker, I want you to tell me why you deserve to be fucked in the arse, and beg me to do it to you." Evil Megan was back. I wanted this over, and certainly didn't want to give her an excuse to beat me any more.

"Megan, I'm a pervert, a sad pathetic pervert who wanted to fuck you and your mother in your arses. I deserve to be punished, and I'm begging you to fuck me in my arse, ride me like your bitch, I'm begging you!" This heartfelt plea seemed to do the trick, as no riding crop.

"Well, as you asked so nicely......" I felt something pressing at my lips, and opened my mouth. I quickly realised that this wasn't the ball gag, it was too long, and had a latex taste. "Get my cock nice and wet, it will make life easier for you." I found myself with a dildo stretching my mouth wide, and the head was pushing at the back of my throat. Then Megan pushed my head forward "don't be a tease, take all of my cock!" She giggled. I found the dildo sliding down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, which only made Megan laugh harder.

She pulled the cock from my lips, replacing it with the ball gag. I felt her position the dildo in my arse cheeks, but no amount of mental preparation made me ready for what happened next. My step daughter simply thrust into my arse in one brutal movement, letting all of her weight drive the phallus now impaling me. I screamed into the ball gag, my head shooting up of the pillow. I felt Megan pulling the fake cock out, and suddenly it plopped out, as painfully as when it had gone in.

Megan laughed in my ear, "That was fun, lets try it again!"

She slammed back into my wrecked arsehole. This time she didn't pull out completely, instead, she started a slow in-out motion, gradually building up into a steady rhythm. I could hear her breath starting to catch, and she was starting to make little excited sounds. "I'm going to come fucking you in the arse, how do you like that, fucker?" Megan whispered hoarsely in my ear.

My arse felt like it was being ripped in two. I was convinced that she was doing me serious damage, that cock was huge!! And it just kept pistoning in and out. How had I gotten myself into this situation?

Her pace picked up, and she started to slam into my arse cheeks she was pounding into to me so hard. My arsehole was burning, there couldn't have been any lubrication left. I would have sworn that it would start smoking at any minute. Then I realised, she's probably torn my arsehole, and its being lubricated by blood!These thoughts occupied my mind over the next few minutes, although it seemed an eternity at the time.

I have heard stories that after the initial discomfort, that blokes start to enjoy being buggered. Well I didn't. It felt like I needed the worlds largest dump, and the pressure on my prostrate made me feel like I had to take a piss. All of this was background noise though, to the pain in my sphincter, and the fire from my earlier spanking. 

Megan was audibly enjoying herself, making little yips and mewling sounds. I could feel her rock hard nipples pressing into my back at one point. "I hope that you find this humiliating fucker, we'll be doing it often. Fortunately I can keep buying bigger dildos, so you never get used to the size. Don't worry though, I'll find plenty of use for your mouth as well!" Then I heard Megan let out a wail of pleasure, before collapsing on my back. She lay there panting for a minute or two and started to get up.

I thought that would be the end of my torture, but I was wrong. Megan carefully got off my back, but left the dildo buried in my arse.

"I've videoed everything fuckwit, from your confession on the expenses, to your begging me to fuck you in the arse. I've got some great footage of your buggering. I'm going to upload this to a nice safe place, then we can have a chat, as I own your arse now!" Still slightly breathless, but I could hear a tone that left me chilled still. This wasn't over!

When Megan returned, she sat on my legs and started to pull and push the dildo in and out of my arse, occasionally slapping my arse to make a point.

"You will call me mistress whenever we are in private. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will do all of the household chores. From now on, I control the finances. Tomorrow, we will go to the bank, and you will sign over the accounts into my name. I will decide how much money you get to spend, and what you get to spend it on. Is that understood? Just nod your head if yes.

"Oh yes, and one final thing, I control when and where you get to cum. We'll be having plenty of sex, but like you just found out, it won't involve your cock, or your pleasure, just mine, and maybe my friends. 

now get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day." She gloated.

She left me there, strapped face down to the bed, a ball gag in my mouth, a dildo up my arse, and needing a piss. This promised to be a long night with my thoughts. But one thing I knew, my life wasn't my own any more.