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When Lust Becomes Love

By: peacekeeper25



Chapter One

I wanted her the moment she walked in the bar. I had been driving all day on my way to visit some old friends in western Massachusetts. It was late and I decided to get a drink then head back to the sleazy motel just down the road and get up early. The shabby bar was empty except for the bald headed bartender with a pot belly and an old guy by himself at a back table with his head down on the table, holding a shot glass; the head of a buck with huge antlers hung from the wall over the bar. We were in the middle of nowhere so I was surprised when this sexy young woman walked in wearing tight faded jeans. 

Our eyes met as soon as she entered then she looked away but I noticed a slight smile on her face as if something delighted her. She had an exotic, hippy look about her—short--about five two or three, long curly black hair, dark olive skin, dangling earrings. She wore an old jean jacket that was embroidered with bright colored beads on the sleeves. I guessed she was in her early thirties--maybe fifteen years younger than me. When she sat down at the other end of the bar, she glanced at me, that slight smile on her lips then looked away when the bartender asked her what she wanted. 

I heard her order a martini, which surprised me but I said to the bartender, "Put it on my tab."

Our eyes met and we nodded, smiling at each other then she surprised me when she got up and walked over and sat on the stool next to me. I could not believe how tight her jeans were and how they hugged her legs and hips. She put her small back pack on the floor and smiled. I returned the smile, noticing her dimples. 

"Thanks, mister--mind if I join you. My name's Megan." 

"Not at all—my name's Jonathan, but people call me Jon," I said then took a sip of my Jack Daniels.

"Hi Jon," she said, smiling and we shook hands. Our eyes met again and she gave me that slight playful smile, both of us knowing something was brewing and wondering where this sudden meeting in a bar in the middle of nowhere would end. I knew the moment I saw her walk in that I wanted her and I had a feeling from the way she looked at me that she was interested in something happening. It sounds trite but there were definitely hot sparks flying. 

When her drink came she picked it up and we clicked glasses. She smiled and looked me in the eye and said, "Here's to luck!" 

"I'll drink to that," I said as I raised my glass then took another sip.

She took a sip of her martini then put her glass down and stirred the olive with her index finger. She then put her finger in her mouth and licked it with her tongue, looking at me as she started sucking her finger. "Mmmmmmmmm--that's so good," she said, looking into my eyes. "I love martinis."

I could not believe how sexy she looked licking and sucking her finger and my cock immediately got hard. I could tell by the way she looked at me as she licked her finger that she was enjoying teasing me. The sexual energy between us was growing rapidly and I suddenly appreciated her toast to luck. Things like this don't happen except in fantasies I thought, but here we were in a dinky bar in the middle of no where--two strangers--both of us knowing we wanted to fuck each other. It was just a matter of time. 

"So what are you doing here?" she asked, taking another sip from her drink. 

"I'm on my way to visit some old friends but needed to stop. I'm at the motel down the road."

"Nice. I'm on my way home from a conference and visiting friends and thought I would stop too. "I'm probably at the same motel you are--hmmm...serendipity," she said taking another sip from her drink then picked up the olive out of her glass, placed in her mouth and swallowed it, looking into my eyes with that slight sexy smile on her lips. 

"You look interesting," she said, nodding, "like you think a lot. What do you do?

"I'm a writer—novels, poetry, short stories."

"Cool. I like your blue eyes--eyes tell a lot about a guy and I like beards," she said glancing at my beard then back at my eyes, biting her lower lip. 

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip of my drink, our eyes looking into each others eyes as if exploring a new territory. 

"So, where's home?" I asked, finishing my Jack Daniels and motioned to the bartender for another one. 

"New York," she answered. "Where are you from?"

"Maine." 

"Oh, I was in Maine once a few years back...beautiful. I loved it." She finished her martini, smacking her lips, "Mmmmm, that was good. I could go for another one," she said, looking at me just as the bartender put down my glass. I pointed to hers—"She'll take another one." 

"Thanks," she said then took her jean jacket off and put it on top of her back pack on the floor. She was wearing a skimpy black tank top that could barely contain her tits and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I moaned to myself when I saw her tits and her nipples making little peaks on her tight tank top, her cleavage driving me crazy. 

She smiled and looked into my eyes, knowing she was getting me hot. She glanced down at my crotch and could see my sudden hard cock bulging in my jeans. Neither of us said anything but we smiled slightly at each other, our lust for each other climbing rapidly. 

When her martini came, we clicked glasses again then taking swigs of our drinks, looking into each others eyes, smiling silently, reading each others thoughts. She rotated on her bar stool and faced me and sat with her legs spread apart so that I could see her crotch and how the seam of her faded tight jeans pressed into her pussy, sending me a message that she was opening herself to me. I faced her too, my legs spread apart and she could see the outline of my bulging cock as it was straining to break out of my jeans. We were clearly teasing each other as our knees touched. 

She lifted her martini to her mouth and took another sip while I did the same with my drink, our eyes looking into each others eyes over the rims of our glasses, both of us getting drunk, our lust growing, our inhibitions fading.

"So what do you do in New York?" I asked, swirling my drink, letting the ice cubes clink.

"I'm a professor at NYU and write articles on feminism and other women issues. I'm in the Women's Studies Department."

"So are you a strident feminist?"

"I am," she said, "very strident. In fact several hours ago I delivered a paper at the conference on the exploitation of the professional woman in a man's world and was dressed in handsome pant suit, my hair in a tight bun." She then glanced over at the bartender whose back was to us and then reached forward and started to rub my cock. "Mmmm...nice." she moaned. 

I put my hand on top of her hand as she rubbed my cock, surprised at her aggressiveness, also glancing at the back of the bartender.

"Are all feminists as aggressive as you?"

"I don't know about others. We're not suppose to let ourselves be sexual objects and that's what I teach and write about—you know, professional equality, how to handle sexual harassment, how to maintain female dignity in the workplace and not be exploited."

As she leaned forward, biting her lower lip, rubbing my cock, I could see her cleavage and with my other hand reached forward and started rubbing one of her tits with the palm of my hand, squeezing it, hearing her moan again, "mmmmm I like that."

"So you're a professional feminist," I said, wondering if the bartender heard her moaning as we continued trying to talk while we touched each other, the sensation making it difficult to form words, the presence of the bartender with his back turned, adding to the excitement of our touching. 

"I am but if my students and readers could see me now, they'd be shocked."

"Why?" I asked as she continued rubbing my cock and I rubbed her tit, loving how soft it was and how hard her nipple felt against my palm as I squeezed, liking how she bit her lower lip before speaking, the lusty look in her eyes.

"Cause I shouldn't be in a bar like this in the middle of nowhere, dressed in tight jeans and a tight shirt wanting to get laid."

"Then why are you?"

"Cause I'm tired of all the bullshit. I mean a lot of what I teach is important for young women to know but sometimes I get really horny and just want to fuck and forget all that crap—get out of my head." 

"Interesting," I said nodding, smiling into her eyes liking what I was hearing, her honesty getting me hotter. 

"Yeah, sometimes I just want to be a slut and shove all that intellectual crap out the door and just be taken, let myself go."

"Very interesting," I said, my curiosity about her aroused. "So how do you do that?" 

"I find places like this where no one knows me--dress the way I know men like, let my hair loose and I become the sexy woman I am underneath the intellectual--you know, the putting on a 'face to meet the faces that you meet' like Eliot says in that J. Alfred Prufrock poem." "I know what you mean, Megan, you want to live your erotic fantasies not just fantasize. You don't want to be prudent like Prufrock." "Right and that's why I sometimes stop in places like this where no one knows me to see if I can find a guy whose on the same page as me." She smiled, took a sip of her martini and looked into my eyes, "like you." 

"What do you mean like me?" I asked, finding our conversation adding to the heat of what we were feeling, wanting to see if our honest words would take us where we wanted to go. 

"I saw how you looked at me when I came in, you looked cool and I knew you wanted to fuck me and I said to myself, "jackpot." "Jackpot?" I repeated, chuckling.

"Yeah. I knew I was going to score--get what I was looking for."

"Is that so," I said, glancing at the back of the bartender, moving my hand to the inside of her thigh, sliding it up closer to her crotch while she rubbed my bulging cock. "I think we both hit the jackpot."

"I think you're right," she said, biting her lower lip, looking into my eyes, rubbing my cock through my jeans, my hand rubbing her tit. She then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You're getting me so hot." 

Just then the bartender went into a back room leaving us alone at the bar and suddenly all our inhibitions were gone and our raunchy lust for each other took over. I then cupped her pussy, pressing harder against her crotch. She pushed her pelvis forward so that I could rub her harder. "Oh fuck," she gasped softly and then again, a little louder, thrusting her pussy against my hand. "Oh fuck!" she moaned again, biting her lower lip harder, our eyes locked on each other. 

"Let's finish our drinks and get out of here," I said. 

"Cool!" she said, wrapping her fingers tightly around my hard cock through my jeans. "Mmmmmm. you've got something I want." 

We both finished our drinks and I threw a twenty on the bar and we were out of there, both of us drunk and wobbly as we left. 

It was a warm August night, the sky full of stars. Our cars were the only ones in the dark parking lot. The red neon sign in the bar's window blinked on and off, casting an eerie red glow on the gravel. As we approached my car, I suddenly pushed her hard against the door and we kissed, devouring each others tongues. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against my hard cock and we started grinding and humping each other, our tongues swirling madly. She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her, our hungry bodies desperately fucking each other through our clothes—our humping getting harder and hotter--our mouths and tongues almost hurting from the force of our kissing. 

Suddenly, we released each others mouths gasping for air but continued grinding and humping, looking into each others hungry eyes. She lowered herself slightly, arching her back, spreading her legs wider apart, thrusting her jean covered pussy harder, moving up and down my hard cock, grinding herself harder into me, loving the intense pleasure we were giving each other. "This feels so good, mister," she gasped, sliding up and down my throbbing cock. 

I grabbed her ass with both hands squeezing and kneading and loving how the thin tight denim strained against the firm roundness of her ass as I humped her harder.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," she cried out, humping her pussy harder and harder against my cock. "I'm going to cum. Oh baby, baby fuck me... ohhhhh baby fuck me fuck me fuck me... ohhhhhhh yes.. yes... don't stop don't stop ohhh fuck I'm cummmmmmmming ohhhhhhhhhhh baby I'm cummmmmming in my pants. Ohhhhhhhhmygod," she screamed, her body tense, shaking in intense spasms.

Suddenly she grabbed my ass, pounding her pussy harder, sliding up and down, grinding, humping, her words driving me insane, making me pound my cock against her harder, her body tensing again, screaming, "Oh baby, I need your cock in me. I need it. Let's get in the car. I need you to fuck me." 

Luckily it was late, the parking lot was dark and there was no traffic on the desolate road. I opened up the back door and she got in and lay down on her back, kicking off her sandals, taking off her jeans as fast as she could while I pulled mine down. I then pulled her jeans over her feet and then her soaked panties, throwing them on the floor then got in the car on my knees between her legs. She placed one leg on the back of the seat, the other on the floor, her pussy wide open to me. She looked at my cock then at my eyes, reaching her arms out for me. 

"Come on, I want that huge cock! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm safe--don't worry."

Her horny and reassuring words drove me insane and I rammed my cock into her wet pussy, opening her with one hard thrust. 

"I'm safe too--had a vasectomy," I said, my cock deep in her pussy.

I pulled out and rammed my cock harder. "You're so tight!" I yelled thrusting harder. "Fuck me! Take my cock you little slut!"

"Yeah! Talk dirty to me! Make me your slut!" she yelled, lifting her ass off the seat. I could not believe my ears, her words inspiring me to fuck her harder and get raunchy. 

"Come on, fuck me! Fuck me you little whore! Give me your cunt!"

'Yeah, fuck your whore! Give it to me harder. Harder!" she screamed, lifting her ass, arching her back. "Fuck me harder, you fucking bastard! Give it to me! Give it to me!" 

I pulled all the way out and then slammed deep into her again and again, her head thrashing from side to side, yelling, "I'm cummming oh baby do it yeah that's it I'm cummmmming don't stop don 't stop fuck me harder! harder! harder!

Pulling out then thrusting harder and faster, I yelled, "Take it! Take it!" My cock was like a hot piston driving into her tight pussy, sensing she was on the verge of exploding. "Oh God! I'm cummming" she screamed again, her whole body tensing, trembling, her pussy gripping my hard cock. "Don't stop! Fuck me harder! Ohhhh here it comes. I'm cummmmming oh god I'm cummming. I'm cummming!" she screamed, her delirious words urging me to pound her harder, her tight pussy taking me over the edge. Suddenly, she exploded in a huge orgasm screaming her head off when my orgasm hit like a freight train roaring through me, my swollen cock pumping deeper, faster, harder, my whole body tensing, trembling, my voice screaming with each thrust-- "Fuck me! Fuck me! Come on, fuck me!" Our loud voices filling my car as we both erupted in huge wild orgasms, both of us writhing in ecstatic convulsions before I collapsed on her. 

She then wrapped her strong legs around my back, her arms tight around my shoulders, pulling me even deeper, her pussy still clutching my deflated cock. I lay heavily on her in the back seat of my car, both of us completely spent, desperate for air, sweating, feeling the August heat, loving my cock in her warm wet pussy. 

Megan kept her legs wrapped around my back, trapping my cock in her and holding me to her with her strong legs and arms, panting heavily. 

"Oh baby I want more," she whispered in my ear. "I want to fuck you all night. I'm insatiable."

With my soft cock still in her, I began to move in a slow swirling motion and felt her begin to move with me as we continued to draw warm sensual feeling from each other. "Man, this was one hot woman." I said to myself as I lay on her body, feeling her tits crushed against my chest, my mind spinning still not believing what just happened, the word "insatiable" exciting me. 

"Insatiable, are you," I said, slowly pulling my cock out of her pussy, looking at her on the back seat of my car, thinking about her being a college teacher, a feminist, who taught young women to be on guard against being exploited. 

"Yes," she said, looking into my eyes. "I love to fuck!"

"Good! Let's get going. We've got a long night ahead of us," I said. 

We quickly got dressed and noticed the lights in the bar were out and the neon sign was turned off. We both looked up at the stars then at each other. 

"Nice night," I said, looking up and then at her. 

"Very," she said, smiling into my eyes. 

She then dashed to her car and followed me to the Riverside Motel which was five minutes away from the bar. The neon sign on the motel office was on with the blue letter R blinking. The office was dark. It had to be past midnight.

Megan pulled up alongside of my car. We walked quickly to my room and as soon as I opened the door, she squirmed by me, her round luscious ass straining her tight jeans. I had left a lamp on. When I entered and closed the door, she took her jeans jacket off and tossed it on the floor, her eyes on me like I was prey. 

"So how do you like your feminist slut," she said, walking towards me.

"I like how aggressive you are." 

"You do, do you?" 

I could not believe how beautiful and sexy she looked with her hair still messed up, her tight, faded jeans molded to her body, her tits stretching her black tank top, her intense hungry eyes looking at me. She was a fantasy come true and I could not believe my luck--meeting this sexy hot woman in the middle of nowhere--strangers in the night. With our eyes locked on each other, she pushed me hard against the door and grabbed my balls in the palm of her hand. 

"So you're a college teacher and a feminist," I managed to say, my cock harder than ever gripped by her hand.

"Right, but not tonight," she said, getting down on her knees, rubbing my cock as she slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. I looked down at her as she held my cock in her hand moving her mouth to it, licking the tip with her tongue. She looked up at me with those hungry brown eyes as she licked, her hand gripping my cock, her tongue moving up and down the length of my shaft like it was a popsicle, the warm wet sensation of her tongue forcing me to lean against the door and just give in to what she was doing to me. 

She then slid her mouth over the full length of my cock, swallowing me, moving her hot mouth up and down, slow at first then faster as her hunger for my cum grew. The soft slurping sounds she made swallowing my cock made me grab the back of her head, thrusting into her hot mouth, fucking her harder with each thrust. 

I watched my cock going in and out of her mouth, her hands grabbing my ass as I pumped harder, my cock swelling in her mouth. She sensed I was about to explode and moved her mouth faster, deeper, hungrier, slurping and moaning as she took me over the edge and I was on the verge of exploding. 

"Oh baby, suck my cock! Suck it!" I screamed looking down at her head, my hands pulling her hair, her mouth moving faster and faster up and down swallowing my swollen cock as I fucked her. Suddenly, my orgasm hit and my cock exploded, filling her mouth with cum-- gush after gush bursting forth, dribbling down her chin as she gobbled up all that she could. 

My cock popped out of her mouth and I slid down to the floor, unable to stand after that intense release. She leaned back and smiled, my cum on her lips and chin. I sat on the green carpeted floor, my back against the door, my legs straight out, my cock hanging limply, Megan kneeling between my legs, breathing heavily. She then crawled closer, lifting my cock and continued licking the remains of cum, moaning as she licked. 


When Lust Becomes Love



"Told you I'm insatiable," she said, looking up at me. 

"You are, are you?" I smiled. "Well get ready to beg me to stop when I fuck your brains out." 

"Oh yeah!" she said and chuckled. "You think you can handle me."

"I know I can," I answered and in a sudden burst of energy stood up, roughly pulling her to her feet, shoving her to the bed, unbuttoning her jeans at the same time then roughly pushed her onto her back, quickly pulling her jeans off, getting her to squirm out of them. She didn't have her panties on--they were probably still in the back of my car. Her legs were spread apart. I grabbed her ankles as I got down on my knees on the floor, placing her legs over my shoulders. Wanting to drive her crazy I started licking the inside of her soft, smooth thigh just below her pussy, teasing her, moving my tongue from one thigh to the other, licking her on both sides of her pussy, not touching where I know she wanted my tongue. 

"Stop teasing me!" she screamed, grabbing my hair, writhing. "Stop teasing me!" she yelled again, my tongue licking her thighs. "Eat me! Stop teasing me you fucking bastard," she screamed, lifting her ass.

I knew we were in for a night of hot raunchy fucking and that both of us were on the same page--two strangers meeting in the middle of nowhere, casting all inhibitions out the window letting our lust take over. We were wild animals. 

I continued licking both sides of her pussy as she writhed, screaming at me, the words "insatiable" challenging me. I was determined to make her beg me to fuck her then beg me to stop when she couldn't take it any more. She would learn she had met her match and was not the only one who was insatiable. I then gently touched her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue, her gasping, her fingers pulling my hair, wanting more. My tongue tickled her pussy lips lightly, barely touching her with my feather like tip, pulling my tongue away then touching her pussy a little harder, licking up and down, loving the taste and smell of her dripping pussy before licking her harder with the flat of my tongue, spreading her legs wider, lapping up her juices, moving from her ass hole to her clit, putting more and more pressure on her pussy with each swipe.

She was writhing and whimpering, "ohhhhh baby that's so good, eat me, eat me ohhhhhh baby eat me eat me, don't stop ohhhhhh yes yes, don't stop," she moaned, pushing her pussy harder against my tongue, pulling my hair, forcing my tongue to go deeper. She was the wildest, hungriest woman I had ever fucked.

I then started licking and sucking her clit as I placed my middle finger in her tight pussy, feeling her muscles gripping them. 

"Ohhhhhh yeah! Do that! Do that!" she screamed, fucking my finger as I sucked her engorged clit. I then thrust a second and then a third finger in her pussy, filling her and curling it so that it rubbed against her soft g-spot, my tongue licking and sucking her clit. That's when she went completely berserk. "Oh yes! yes! I'm there! I'm there! I'm cummmming again!" she screamed lifting her ass off the bed as she fucked my fingers and my mouth. It was all I could do to hold her as she shuddered, shaking violently when she climaxed in a wild orgasm. 

I then tore off my jeans and climbed back on the bed between her wide open legs. My cock was hard again. Her wild screaming and writhing got me so hot I couldn't stand it and had to ram my cock into her pussy and fuck her as hard as I could—knowing I wanted to drive her crazy and beg me to stop. Suddenly, without warning I thrust as hard as I could, opening her with the power of my cock, her tight pussy gripping me. 

"OhhhhhhhhFuck! You're so big!" she screamed as I rammed my cock into her, my deep thrusting pushing her into the soft mattress. I pulled out then thrust again and again and again, pounding her harder, the head board banging against the wall. The fact that I had cum from her blow job made me know I could hold on.

I spread her legs wider apart, grabbing her hands, lifting them above her head, stretching her arms, gripping her hands, pinning her to the bed, ramming my cock into her pussy as hard as I could, both of us grunting with each hard thrust. 

Still wearing her tank top, I surprised her by suddenly letting go of her hands, grabbing the straps of her tank top and pulled them down so that her tits popped out, her hard nipples like little bullets. I then grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them together, loving how luscious they felt and roughly pulled her two nipples together, licking and sucking both of them at the same time, my hands squeezing her tits. 

Her arms and hands were still over her head as I devoured her nipples, biting and twisting them with my mouth, my hard cock still deep in her pussy, filling her, but now not moving as I sucked her tits, loving how her tight pussy gripped my cock, the sounds of her gasping and panting exciting me, urging me to drive her insane. 

Suddenly, she moved her hands to my ass, grabbing me, pulling my cock deeper, her body writhing, squirming, lifting, trying to get me deeper, desperate for me to fuck her. 

In her madness, she took her hands from my ass, grabbing the top of my head, pulling my hair, forcing me to suck her tits harder while I started swiveling my hips, moving my cock deeper, slowly screwing her tight pussy. She then lifted her ass off the bed trying to get my cock to fuck her harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh please! Please! I need it harder!" she screamed as I continued sucking and twisting both nipples, slowly screwing her while she moved under me, arching her body, lifting her ass, pushing herself up and down my hard rigid shaft, desperately trying to fuck herself, my swollen cock filling her, feeling her getting hornier and hungrier while I was determined to make this last as long as I could. 

Sensing she was about to explode again, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and took my mouth off of her nipples.

"Don't stop! No! No! No! Don't stop! Don't do this to me!" she screamed, looking up at me with pleading, desperate eyes. "Fuck me you fucking bastard!" she yelled grabbing my ass trying to pull me into her. I looked down at her, smiling into her eyes, loving how hungry and desperate she looked, but I was determined to tease and play with her until she couldn't stand it anymore. 

"Don't do this to me. Just fuck me, damn it! Fuck me!" 

"You're a slut, aren't you," I said, looking into her eyes, my mouth just above hers, feeling the heat of her breathing. 

"Yeah! I'm a slut!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck this slut! Fuck me!" she shouted throwing all her feminism out the window. 

"Whose slut are you?" I asked, moving my mouth closer to her as I spoke, looking into her hungry eyes. 

'I'm your slut! Yours! All yours! Now fuck me! I can't stand this! You're driving me crazy, you fucking bastard! Don't do this to me! I need your cock!" 

"You do, do you," I said, surprising her again by rolling on my back, pulling her on top. "Let's slow things down a little. I want you really crazy."

She straddled me and started sliding her wet pussy up and down the length of my cock, moving back and forth, moaning, slowly sliding her slippery pussy lips up and down, grinding harder against the length of my cock, moaning, "Oh baby this feels so good. I love this. I could do this all night," she said in a low husky whisper in my ear, "mmmmmmmmmm baby you feel so good, so good, mmmmmmm. I love fucking you." 

I loved how she was using my cock, pleasuring herself, sliding her wet pussy slowly up and down my rock hard cock. It was such a turn on, playing with each other, slowing down, giving each other such excruciating sensations.

"Use my cock, play with yourself, use my cock like it's your toy," I said softly, my hands on her round ass, rocking her back and forth on my cock. The sensation of her juicy, slippery pussy lips sliding up and down my cock was excruciating and I wanted it to last for both of us. 

She continued her slow rocking, her engorged pussy lips sliding up and down, her clit grazing the sensitive tip, our eyes fixed on each other, savoring each other, her tits pressed against my chest then suddenly she sat straight up, her eyes closed, swiveling her hips, grinding her pussy against the length of my hard cock. She then grabbed her tits, arching her back and started rubbing them with both hands, her hips swiveling faster, harder, her eyes tightly closed concentrating on her pleasure.

Watching her rubbing her tits, squirming and swiveling on my cock as she sat up was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Her pussy felt so warm and wet on my cock, the sensation getting me hotter and hotter.

She then lifted herself up on her knees, grabbed my hard cock, holding it firmly in her fist and started to press and rub the tip of my cock against her clit, moaning, "Mmmmmmm oh baby I love this." She threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling, rubbing herself harder.

"Yeah, use my cock," I said to her, loving how her clit felt as she rubbed the tip of my sensitive cock. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh baby, baby, I love this I don't want this to end," she said, her eyes closed as she rubbed the tip of my cock harder against her clit, moving it around in a small circle, using my cock like it was her pleasure toy. 

Watching her holding my cock in her hand, rubbing her clit, her pussy dripping, her eyes closed, the sensation of her pussy rubbing my cock was driving me crazy and it was all I could do not to just throw her on her back and take her as hard as I could. But I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn't know where she was. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to give this insatiable woman the fuck of her lifetime. 

She was rubbing her clit harder and faster with the tip of my cock, her eyes closed and then suddenly she lifted herself higher then came down hard on my cock, impaling herself, screaming, "OHHHHHHHHFUCK!" She then lifted herself up on her knees then came down harder, doing that again and again, harder and faster, riding my cock like she was galloping on her stallion to a shattering orgasm. 

"Ride me! Ride your stud!" I shouted, my hands gripping her hips, lifting her off of me then bringing her down harder and harder, my cock thrusting deep into her dripping steaming pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhbaby I love your cock!" she screamed.

I didn't know how much longer I would last, my hands gripping her round ass, as she lifted herself and came down harder and harder. Suddenly, she slowed down and lay back down on me, her tits pressed against my chest, my cock thrusting as she rocked back and forth then suddenly I put a finger in her ass hole. 

"OhhhhhhGod! I can't stand this! This is too much!" she screamed, my finger moving in and out of her ass hole causing her to suddenly start riding me faster and harder like she was a jockey racing to the finish line, her pussy gripping my cock, her ass hole clinching my finger, her screaming getting louder as she got closer to exploding. 

Suddenly I felt her body tensing, trembling, quivering, then convulsing in a huge orgasm, screaming at the ceiling, "Ohhhhhhhh God! I'm cummmmming!" She kept fucking me harder, her cum pouring all over my cock, shrieking, "Ohhhfuckkkkk! I'm cummming! Oh fuccckkkkkkkk!" she screamed louder, her body shaking violently as another huge wave swept over her and she wailed even louder. I loved how vocal she was and that made me fuck her harder. 

Suddenly, I grabbed her just as her orgasm was ending and quickly flipped her on her back, spreading her legs wide apart, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. I got up on my knees, our eyes meeting and she knew I was going to ravish her. I was now crazed with lust and just wanted to fuck her as hard as I could. 

No words were necessary, our hungry eyes and sounds said it all, our wild lust taking us higher, the rearing of my hips, the hard sharp thrusting as I plowed into her with all my strength, pulling out and ramming my cock into her again and again and again going faster, deeper, harder, both of us grunting and groaning with each hard thrust. 

Suddenly I grabbed her legs, putting them over my shoulders lifting her, giving me complete access to her pussy. I pounded her back to the bed causing the springs of the bed to squeak and the head board to bang against the wall. Talk about rough, raunchy fucking--this was it--nothing could be wilder, lustier.

I had never fucked anyone this hard or with such complete wild abandon. We were both savage fucking animals, over flowing with raw, primal lust.

I could feel cum boiling in my balls, my cock swelling and knew I was going to explode any minute as I fucked her like a jackhammer.

"OhhhhhhhhhhhGive it to me! Give it to me!" she screamed, lifting herself up with her legs over my shoulder then falling back to the bed as I drove my cock harder and harder. Suddenly, I reached under her, grabbing her ass, lifting her, holding her onto my cock and pounded her back to the bed both of us grunting, both of us on the verge of cumming again as we fucked harder and faster.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed, gripping her ass, lifting her, holding her on my cock then driving her back to the bed with each thrust.

"Harder! Harder!" she screamed. 

"I'm cummmmming! I yelled, my cock swelling, my rising orgasm making me thrust harder and faster and suddenly, my cum erupted like hot lava from a volcano and gushed into her pussy as I screamed louder than ever, "I'm cummmmming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhfuck I'm cummmming!"

I felt her whole body trembling, shaking, then exploding as we climaxed together in huge overwhelming orgasms then collapsed heavily on the bed, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. We were panting and gasping as I lay on top of her, both of us unable to budge. We both lay there on the drenched sheets, limp as wet noodles, our bodies wet with each others cum, panting, gasping in the warm after glow of our orgasms. 

Finally, I found the strength to lift my head and look at her. Our eyes met. We smiled.

"Hi Stranger," she said. 

"Hi there," I responded.

"I guess this could be called, two ships passing in the night," she said, grinning at me.

"Or two ship-wrecks," I said, chuckling then rolled her on her side and got behind her as we spooned, my arms wrapped around her. I kissed her shoulder then moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. We were both quiet, loving the warmth of our bodies.

She then lifted her head, turning to look at me then took a breath, "It's not easy being me," she said.

"Oh?" I responded, surprised by her statement. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, you know. I really believe what I teach about women being independent and not being subservient."

"That's good. You shouldn't be subservient. I agree with that."

"Yeah but when you looked at me in the barand I looked at you, I liked it how you looked at me."

"Well you looked pretty sexy. How could I not look at you? I wanted you the moment I saw you." 

"I know and I liked that. I liked how you looked at me. I felt sexy," she said, turning in my arms to face me. 

"I could tell you liked it when you smiled slightly. I was surprised to see you walk into that bar."

She took a deep breath, looking at me. "When I left that conference I changed out of my slick professional clothes--you know black pants, a white blouse, a maroon vest, my hair in a tight bun, my classy glasses hanging on a thin chain, heels--very professional but I couldn't wait to get them off and put on those tight jeans, let my hair down, put on that tight tank top and get the hell out of there--not just out of that fancy hotel they put me up in but out of being miss know it all college professor. I wanted to get laid. I was far away from anyone who knows me and wanted to be free--free to fuck someone just for the hell of it--a one night stand."

"Interesting," I said nodding, listening. "I know what you mean--there's a whole other side of you that you hide."

"Right. I love teaching and I believe women have to be strong and independent but sometimes I get so fucking horny and just want to get laid and be a slut."

"So that's why you said it's hard to be me. You feel something is wrong with you 'cause you have this other side of you."

"Right. I love to fuck."

"Good. I think that's healthy--nothing is wrong with you, Megan."

She looked at me then put her arms around my shoulders, rolled on to her back and pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs so that my limp cock pressed against her pussy. I looked into her eyes, smiling, thinking how beautiful, sexy and vulnerable she was, opening herself to me and sharing her inner turmoil.

"We're sexual beings," I said. "The drive to fuck is powerful but it gets so suppressed by our culture's phony morality."

"Believe me I know," she said. "My dad's a minister and is head of the Theology Department at Columbia. I had to walk the straight and narrow, pushed to do well in school and here I am a college professor, thirty three years old teaching women's studies, but then I like sneaking to watch porn, got all kinds of toys to get off on and I like finding places where no one knows me-- looking for action."

"I think you're being honest. You have a right to get what you need--there's no right or wrong as long as you aren't hurting someone or yourself. In fact, you're hurting yourself more when you hide who you are."

As I lay on her, my cock pressed against her pussy, she put her hands on my ass and started squirming under me. "I like you," she said, smiling, her dimples showing. 

"I like you too," I answered. "I'm glad we met."

We looked into each others eyes. "I knew we were on the same page when I saw you," she said. 

I nodded. "Funny how people communicate without words--just a look." I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, loving the soft warmness of her lips on mine.

"Let's get some sleep, mister," she said. "I think it's going to be nice waking up with you in the morning."

"I do too," I said, kissing her again then slid off of her body. She then said, "Excuse me" and got up, grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste from her backpack and went into the bathroom. I followed. We washed up--too tired to take a shower, brushed our teeth together, looking at each other in the mirror, surprised how intimate brushing teeth together can be, then got back in bed. I pulled the covers up over us, feeling the warmth of her body, cuddling, her head on my shoulder, both of us quiet, thinking. "Do you believe in destiny?" she asked. "Do you think it was fate that we met like this?"

"No, it was just luck--just a coincidence that we both ended up in the same bar. You wanting to let get laid, me being in the right place at the right time. We saw each other and our lust took over. It wasn't destiny. It just happened."

"Really?" she said. 

"Really," I answered. "Nothing the universe planned. It was just a random coincidence--but I'm glad it happened. 

"Me, too," she said, turning her head towards me. We kissed and smiled. 

"Let's get some sleep," I said. 

"Yes. Let's. See you in the morning."

"Yes, I think tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day," I said. 

We kissed and fell asleep in each others arms. 

Chapter Two

The next morning I woke up feeling the warmth of Megan sleeping next to me and thought about the wild and lusty hours we enjoyed. Was this a fantasy come true—meeting a smart, sexy beautiful woman in an empty bar in the middle of nowhere—two strangers seducing each other and ending up fucking each others' brains out in a seedy motel? But here I was listening to her quiet breathing next to me. I glanced at her sleeping on her stomach, a thin sheet covering us. 

It was six twenty four according to the red numbers on the small digital clock radio on top of the TV. I got up quietly to go the bathroom to pee, washed my hands and glanced at myself in the florescent lighted mirror, looking into my eyes, wondering where this surprising meeting would end. Would we go our separate ways in the morning and that would be it? Was it destiny that we met like Megan thought, or just random luck, a haphazard coincidence with no meaning? Would our passion lead us where we never imagined or anticipated and I wondered do we control our lives or does life control us?




When Lust Becomes Love



I shook my head at my unanswerable questions, ran my fingers through my shaggy, long hair then over my beard. All I knew was the present and the past. The future--where I was heading, with or without Megan--was a big unknown. 

As I walked back to the bed, I looked at Megan asleep on her stomach, noticing how luscious her round ass looked under the sheet. Suddenly, I had the urge to lay on top of her with my cock on her ass, the thin sheet between us. I wanted to wake her slowly from her sleep, uncertain how she would respond, but I had a feeling she would love a nice slow early morning fucking and then fall back to sleep. 

I got on the bed and lay down on her, my cock pressing against her round ass through the barrier of the sheet. I felt her stir slightly as I lay on top of her as still as possible but soon moved her dark hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulder, feeling her twitch. I kissed her other shoulder then licked her neck, moving my tongue to her ear, slowly licking her ear lobe.

She squirmed and I pressed my cock harder against her ass, the barrier of the sheet tantalizing me. I continued licking her ear very slowly, holding her hair aside, then whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck you." 

She murmured a soft mmmmmmm and squirmed, causing my cock to get harder and press a little deeper into the crack of her ass through the sheet as I straddled her. I kissed and licked her neck gently causing her to murmur and squirm more. I loved how her ass felt on my hard cock through the barrier of the thin sheet as we both moved slowly, her soft murmuring and slow squirming getting a little faster as I pressed my cock harder, grinding it into her ass, loving how aroused we were both getting. 

Suddenly, I reached up and pulled the sheet off of her shoulders, lifting myself so that the sheet was just below her ass, pressing my cock, deeper into the crack of her round ass, loving the feel of her smooth skin, feeling her squirming under me, my chest on her warm back. 

Megan didn't say a word but her guttural moaning got louder when I moved her legs farther apart with my knees, grinding my cock deeper into her ass crack and at the same time reached my hand under her and grasped her pussy in the palm of my hand and held it, feeling its warmth and softness. We were both still, the weight of my body pushing her pussy against my hand then, after a moment, I felt her begin squirming, rubbing herself against the pressure, each small movement sending pleasure to my cock causing me to grasp her pussy tighter and grind my cock harder into her ass. Straddling her ass, my hand gripping her pussy, possessing her with my hand, I wanted to slowly awaken her need to be fucked.

Her squirming against my hand holding and rubbing her pussy grew more intense and soon she was humping my hand, lifting her ass against my cock, her breathing quickening and soon I was humping her ass, driving my cock harder against her as we both became more and more aroused. Laying on her as our bodies moved, my tongue licking her ear lobe, whispering again, "I want to fuck you" and heard a soft gasp.

I then entered my middle finger into her tight pussy, feeling her gripping my finger as I held it still, letting her fuck my finger by lightening my weight slightly, her body rising then falling, rising and falling taking my finger deeper as she moved faster and harder. I entered a second finger and heard a loud gasp as I straddled her ass, my hard cock throbbing as she moved faster, fucking my fingers, her hungry lust growing. 

"I like this," she gasped, moving faster, harder, up and down on my fingers, lifting me, forcing my hard cock deeper into the crack of her ass. I felt her tensing, getting closer to cumming when I suddenly took my fingers out of her pussy, grabbed her pillow and shoved it under her then grabbed mine and made a small hill, elevating her, still straddling her and grinding my cock harder against her ass.

Instinctively, she spread her legs letting me move the tip of my cock to her pussy and slowly move it up and down her soft wet pussy lips, feeling the intense sensation on the head of my cock and fighting off the urge to just thrust hard and take her. I wanted our fucking to last for a long, excruciating time so I somehow found the will to resist my primal urge.

"Mmmmmmmm. This feels so good, so good," she murmured softly. 

"I love your pussy," I whispered in her ear.

With each slow moving of my cock up and down her wet pussy, I entered deeper, moving the head of my cock slowly in a small circle, feeling her pussy gripping my cock, trying to draw me deeper. She spread her legs wider inviting me to thrust harder, opening her pussy more to me, moving her ass slowly, opening up her tight pussy, drawing me in until I filled her. 

I was now all the way in and lay still, my cock deep in her pussy, loving the sensation of her soft, warm wetness gripping my cock. 

"Oh baby you feel so big in me," she said softly as she squirmed slowly, her pussy clutching my cock.

I lay still, enjoying the tight, wet warmth of her pussy and the roundness of her ass. We lay like that for several minutes, arched over the pillows, moaning softly, savoring the intense sensation. I then started to slowly move in a small circular motion and Megan responded by moving slowly with me, our bodies speaking to each other. 

"Mmmmmmmmm oh baby, this so good. You feel so good," she said softly, moaning. 

"I love this," I whispered in her ear, feeling the small, slow, swirling motion of my cock deep in her tight pussy growing in intensity.

"I've never been fucked like this," she moaned. "I don't want it to ever end."

After several minutes of that slow moving deep in her pussy, I started to swirl a little faster, our screwing movements growing more intense as our need to cum kept building. 

"Oh fuck, I can't stand this. Oh, fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder! I have to cum. Please! Make me cum!"

I was determined to go slowly and let the need to explode build slowly. I kept my cock moving in the small screwing motion. 

Megan lifted herself off the pillows, moving her ass in a faster, swirling motion, but I increased my weight on her holding her down, trying to keep her still. Megan started to buck against me harder and faster and I could feel how hot and desperate she was getting. 

"Ohhhhhh please, please, fuck me harder," she said, turning to face me. "Please. Please, I can't stand this."

She was bucking against me harder, trying to get me to fuck her harder, but I kept my cock deep in her pussy, trying to control the pace but her pushing against me and begging me made it impossible not to respond to her need to cum. I was feeling the urge to cum too and so I slowly pulled out and thrust my cock slowly back in, doing everything I could to slowly increase our need to cum. After a few slow but harder thrusts, I pulled all the way out and rammed my cock deep and hard into her pussy, causing her to gasp. 

"Oh yes fuck me! fuck me! Give it to me!"

Her screaming for my cock drove me over the edge. I lost all control and rammed my cock into her, pulled out and thrust into her pussy as hard as I could, driving her body into the pillows. She was still arched over the pillows as my cock went in and out, harder and faster, both of us on the verge of exploding. Suddenly, I felt her body shudder. "OhhhhhhhhFuck! I'm cummmming she screamed as a huge orgasm swept over her. I kept thrusting, knowing I was on the verge of exploding with her and wanting her to cum again.

Don't stop! Don't stop!" she screamed as I thrust harder and faster, pounding her pussy with all my strength and suddenly my cock swelled, just as she yelled, "Ohhhhhhhhmygod! I'm cummmmmming again!" and another violent orgasm swept over her. I kept thrusting harder and faster and suddenly, my cock erupted like a volcano and my cum burst forth like hot lava, filling her pussy and spilling out on to the pillow beneath her. I could not believe how intense my orgasm was as spurt after spurt gushed into her dripping pussy. 

I collapsed on her still arched over the pillow, both of us gasping and panting as we came back to earth. Neither of us spoke as we lay there recovering from our slow quiet pleasuring that built to a wild passionate crescendo of screams and orgasms. 

"Hope you don't mind a little wake up call," I whispered in her ear as I lay on her. 

"You can wake me up like that anytime," she said, turning her face to me. 

Still laying on her I kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. "Let's get a little more sleep then get some breakfast at the diner down the road," I said, rolling off of her, kissing her again. 

"Good idea. I love diner food," she said. She kissed me then turned and within minutes we were both a sleep. 

Two hours later, I woke to the sound of the shower and saw that the place next to me was empty. I got up and went into the bathroom. Megan heard me and moved the curtain aside. "Come on in the water's great," she said.

I got in and took the soapy wash cloth from her. I turned her facing away from me and began washing her back and shoulders then moved down to her ass and between her legs, washing the inside of her thighs. While standing behind her, washing her, I moved my hand between her spread legs, placing the wet soapy wash cloth on her pussy, holding it there then dropped it, replacing it with my middle finger. My other hand grabbed one of her tits and began playing with it under the cascading water, loving her ass pressing against the length of my hard cock. I kissed her shoulder as we stood there in the steamy shower, my finger moving in and out of her pussy from behind, loving her moaning sounds.

She wiggled her ass against my cock, urging me to grind harder, my finger moving deeper into her tight pussy then adding a second finger, feeling her arching slightly as she leaned back, fucking herself harder on my fingers. My other hand grasped her tit and begin pinching and twisting her soapy nipple. 

Megan then bent forward, placing her hands on the tiled wall, spreading her legs wider apart and turned to face me, looking at me over her shoulder, quickly pushing her wet hair from her eyes. We didn't have to speak--her lust filled eyes told me what she wanted. I took my fingers from her pussy, grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her wide open pussy as she bent over, pushing herself on to my cock. Her screaming echoing in the shower as I rammed my cock into her dripping pussy, the warm water pouring down on both of us. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I love it," she yelled. Her wet hair hung down over the front of her face as she lowered her head. With her hands flat against the wall, her strong arms pushing her body onto my cock as hard as she could, I knew I wouldn't last long and felt my cum boiling in my balls ready to explode. 

Suddenly, Megan tensing, trembling screamed, "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming! Ohhhhhhhhh shit I'm cummmmmmming! Keep fucking me! Oh baby, don't stop! Oh fuck I love how you fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck here it comes!" I felt her whole body quivering then exploding as an intense orgasm swept over her. I continued to ram my cock into her dripping pussy, my cock swelling as she pushed herself against my swollen cock and that was it--my whole body shook as a huge thrilling orgasm rolled through me and my cock exploded, gushing my cum deep into her pussy, both of us screaming at the top of our lungs, our voices bouncing off the tiled walls. I was bent over her back as the water poured down on us. I then lifted her up and turned her to face me and we kissed madly, our tongues devouring each others' tongues as we held each other tightly. 

I pulled my mouth away. We looked into each others eyes, through our wet hair. 

"Whew," I sighed. "That was so wild," I managed to say.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned softly, leaning against me, her head on my shoulder, my arms embracing her, the warm soothing water pouring over us as if under a water fall. 

I turned the water off and reached outside for a towel, and handing her a towel and got one for myself and we dried each others bodies. She then dashed for the bed and fell down on her back and I followed and lay down on top of her. We kissed again. I then looked down at her, our eyes meeting.

"I think I worked up an appetite for a good breakfast. How about you?" I asked. 

"I'm famished," she said. "Let's get going." 

She pushed me off and hopped up, grabbed her jeans and squirmed into them. She then went to her back pack and pulled out a black turtle neck sweater. She slipped on her sandals, ran a brush through her wet hair. I put on my jeans and a fresh t-shirt from my back pack and just like that we were out the door. 

I loved her spontaneity and within five minutes we were walking into Duffy's Diner. It was early morning and a few customers were at the counter, hovering over coffee, but all the booths were empty. As we walked to a table, a plump waitress in a pink uniform with bright red lipstick called to us --"Sit anywhere, folks and I'll bring you some coffee."

We took our seats at a booth towards the rear and just as we sat down she brought us two mugs of coffee and handed us menus and said, "Morning folks, my name's Rosie. 

"I know what I want," I said. "Make it two eggs up, rye toast and home fries."

"How 'bout you, miss," Rosie asked as she wrote down my order.

"Same," Megan said, "except make mine over easy." 

When she walked away, Megan again said, "I love diner food." 

We picked up our coffee mugs and clicked them, smiling at each other. "To luck," Megan said, looking into my eyes.

"To luck," I repeated and took a sip of the hot coffee and let out a big "ahhhhhhh." 

Megan took a sip of her coffee and also said, "Ahhhhhhhh" and we both laughed. 

"I love coffee," she said, taking another sip, then put her mug down and looked at me. "So Thom, what's your story? Who are you? I know you love to fuck but I want to know you." 

I laughed at her directness. "Yeah, we didn't do much talking last night, did we?"

"True, but I can tell a lot about a man by how he fucks," she said. "And I already know a lot about you from that. But like I said, I'm insatiable. I want more of you--a lot more so tell me your story." 

"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours," I said. 

"Okay, that's fair," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "I already told you a little." "I'm a writer--novels, poetry. I was divorced two years ago, pretty friendly. We kind of wore each other out, I guess, then a kind of boredom set in. I live in a cabin in Maine, off the grid, a simple, quiet life. I used to teach but gave it up and now I'm doing what I've always wanted to do, just write everyday."

"Wow! Off the grid. Cool!" Megan nodded. "It's good that you can write everyday." 

"I'm actually pretty shy," I continued, "so what happened with us last night was pretty different for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. It just seemed that when you walked in, something took over and I immediately knew I wanted you." 

"Me, too. I'm actually very shy, too, believe it or not," Megan said. "But like I told you, when I stopped in that bar, wanting to break out of my professional role, I was hoping I would meet some guy who wanted what I wanted. Usually nothing happens when I do that, but sometimes I get lucky but then it's over and I feel kind of funny--hard to explain, kind of empty. Anyway it's been awhile, but when I saw you, it was more than lust at first sight," she added and laughed. I really wanted something to happen when I saw you. I can't explain it."

"Maybe it was just being in a bar in the middle of nowhere and we were strangers and we just let go of our inhibitions. There's something exciting about anonymous sex--no strings, just lust," I said. 

She nodded, just then the waitress came and put our breakfast down. We stopped talking so she wouldn't hear what we were saying. We nodded thanks and continued talking as soon as she walked away.

"Yes, I know what you mean about anonymous sex, but I've had that--one night stands, but meeting you in the bar last night was different."

Different?" I asked. 

"Yes, I was immediately attracted to you—especially when we started talking. I can't explain it. You seemed different. After I broke up with this guy over a year ago, I just went into hibernation. I wouldn't let anything like this happen, though I have had the opportunity with guys flirting and buying me drinks, but I always backed out, getting them angry at me, calling me a tease and all that." She took a deep swallow of her coffee and put her cup down on the table and looked into my eyes. 

"What was different?" I asked. 

"It was intuition. When I walked in and our eyes met and I felt a smile come over me, I knew I wanted you. I mean I was horny to begin with--that's why I went there but I can't just fuck any body--there has to be something else going on. When you paid for my drink and I saw that look in your eyes, and we started talking, I knew we were going to fuck and I wanted it to happen. I trust my intuition."

"Are you sure you weren't just horny--I mean after over a year of not fucking."

"Positive. I wasn't all that horny when I first walked --though I wanted to be--but when I saw you, I got really turned on, but, like I said, it was more than lust."

"You were dressed pretty provocatively" I said, "Like you wanted action. Those tight jeans and tank top didn't leave much to the imagination."

"I like being sexy," Megan said. "I love my body and I love my mind and I like being in control." 

"Are you a tease?" I asked.

"Maybe, I guess so. Yes, I like turning guys on. I like when guys look at me but I rarely let anything happen. I guess I'm caught between my feminist ideas and my wanting to just let go."

"That's pretty dangerous isn't it--turning guys on--teasing?" I asked. 

"Yes and that's exciting to me. The danger," she said. "But like I said, I am always in control. No one fucks me unless I want it."

"You're pretty complicated," I said.

"Yes and you like that don't you," she said. "I could tell you liked when I said I was insatiable and you said you were going to make me beg me to stop—you liked the challenge and that's when I was sure you were someone I could be interested in--the first guy in a long time." She paused and looked me in the eye. "You weren't afraid of me and you knew you could control me--that excited me very much. 

"Why did that excite you?" I asked. 

"Because you made me your slut," she said. "I'm not a slut but no one has ever reached that secret place in me, a place I keep hidden and you got me so out of my mind with lust, I wanted you to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to give my whole body to you. I wanted to lose control with you. I felt how generous and powerful you are. You gave me what I needed, something no one else has."

"Interesting," I said, nodding, looking into her eyes, fascinated by what she was revealing, her honesty and intensity making her even more appealing. 

"So, what's your story, Megan?" I asked, taking a bite of my toast. "I'm curious how you came to be so complicated."

She laughed, nodding at my comment, took a sip of her coffee then sighed. "I grew up in a very conservative family in New Jersey, you know, church every Sunday, choir practice on Thursday nights. I told you, my dad's a professor of theology and I was expected to be a good girl and not have sex until I was married, but I loved to sing jazz and I took modern dance and performed in high school musicals. I liked letting loose in my singing and dancing." She took a bite of her eggs and toast, a sip of coffee and looked at me. "But I lost my virginity at a party in the back of this guy's car and loved the feeling and so I dated him and we fucked a lot. My good girl days were behind me." She paused, took a sip of her coffee. 




When Lust Becomes Love



"What do you mean, your good girl days were behind you?" I asked then took a bite of my eggs.

"I realized that I didn't like being a good girl and living other people's expectations. I loved sex and pleasure and left home to go to college--actually I went to art school and though I still loved to dance and sing, painting and pottery became my passion but then my parents convinced me I should do something more practical and get a real profession and that's what I did."

"That must have been hard," I said. "You're an artist and you just stopped."

Again, she sighed and nodded. "It was hard at first but then I really got into studying women's history and seeing how women are exploited and I put all of my passion into studying and writing and becoming an advocate for women's rights. It became important to me and still is, but...." She paused. 

"But," I repeated. "What comes after but is always what you really think."

Megan chuckled, looking into my eyes, nodding, indicating she knew what I meant. 

"But underneath all my teaching and being a feminist--I began hating that word and felt a part of me was being swallowed up by my career and I was compromising who I was, missing something--do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, you were living an image of what you thought you were supposed to be and not who you really are."

"Right. I was confused, messed up inside and wanting to let the real Megan live." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

I didn't say anything but could see she was struggling to tell me her story not just for my ears but for hers. She opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled before speaking. I sensed she felt my interest and caring and felt safe. 

"So, what are you feeling?" I finally asked. 

"Wait a sec. Let me tell you this. I remembered what it felt like to be painting and dancing and for a short while shared a studio with a friend in Soho when I was an art student and I felt so free, but I gave all that up to become a professor and make my dad proud of me--his daughter the professor--and now I feel trapped and have been trying to break out and it's hard, really hard because I feel like I've been forced to bury a whole part of me and I have this whole secret self that I find exciting--my sexuality--but I have to sneak and hide it and I feel I'm living a lie."

"I see," I said, nodding, looking into her sad eyes. 

"So I started dressing differently and going to bars. I wanted to feel free again and I met some cool guys, but you know, I found that the guys I fucked, we're disappointments--selfish and egotistical. I wanted more than they could give me, more than just fucking."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity growing, my wanting to understand what she wanted. I reached for her hands, holding them, wanting to feel what she was feeling. 

"I wanted a man who really knew me and cared about me and didn't just want to get their rocks off," she said. "I mean I love fucking, you know that already, but none of them satisfied me in a way I needed, so about a year ago after I broke up with this guy after realizing he wasn't all he seemed, I decided I wasn't going to have sex until I met a guy who I thought was right for me. I didn't want to waste my time and so I threw myself into my teaching and writing and I haven't fucked anyone in over a year until last night."

"Really, I'm flattered," I said.

"I stopped looking for the right guy. I stopped going to bars, to parties, to places just to meet guys and said the right man is going to come along when I least expect it--no more prowling, no more games, except for last night. For some reason, being far from home, I had the urge to go looking and had a feeling I'd be lucky and look what happened."

"That's really interesting," I said, taking the last bite of my eggs. "After my divorce, I decided the same thing. I wasn't going to look for anyone. I thought I would meet someone when I didn't expect it. It would just happen. I went to some parties and even looked on line, but I remembered reading that Indians when they went hunting, sat in one place and waited for the deer or whatever to come to them rather than to go off looking for prey. So that became my philosophy. I just wrote everyday, worked in my garden, read and believed one day the right woman would walk into my life."

"That's so cool," Megan said, looking at me and smiled, our eyes exploring each others eyes as we looked intently at each other--both of us thinking. She leaned back, running her fingers through her dark curly hair, causing her turtle neck shirt to strain against her tits. Her nipples stood out like little peaks. Looking at her made my cock get hard, but I wanted to keep talking. "God, she's beautiful, sexy and smart," I thought to myself as I looked at her. 

"So, last night, do you think it was destiny that I crossed your path and you captured me?"

"I told you I don't believe in destiny," I answered, "Our meeting was a fluke, an accident, a coincidence, but I'm glad we met. I'm glad you decided to go prowling. Very glad," I said. I paused and looked in to her eyes. "Do you feel captured?"

"I think we might have captured each other," she answered, smiling and biting her lower lip. 

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said, smiling, looking into my eyes. 

"Some hunters like to catch and then release and give animals back their freedom." I said.

"That's true, but maybe some hunters also like to make what they catch their pets," she said. 

"You don't seem like a woman who wants to be a man's pet," I said.

"It all depends on the man," she said, "and how good a master he is."

"Oh," I said. 

"He'd have to be able to handle a pretty wild animal-- a wild, insatiable animal." She smiled at me, our eyes locked on each others eyes. 

"I like wildness in a woman," I said. "And you know I am just as insatiable as you."

"I know that and I know that my intuition about you might be right," she said. "I felt how generous a lover you are," she said. "I felt you cared about my pleasure and that you were completely there for me. I need that." 

"Does it bother you that I am probably fifteen years older than you?"

"Your age doesn't bother me at all, in fact, I like older men and I like your beard and long hair," she said.

"Why do you like older men?" I asked.

"Experience, patience," she answered, smiling. "And you seem very youthful. Your blue eyes have a twinkle and I liked how playful you were when we fucked. You were rough and gentle at the same time." 

"Thank you," I said. I took a last sip of my coffee and pushed my empty plate aside.

"If I'm not careful, I could fall in love with you," she said. 

"But wouldn't that complicate your life?" I asked.

"Maybe but like I said, I follow my intuition."

"I follow mine, too," I said. I trust my intuition and am rarely wrong."

"I like that," she said. "She leaned forward and took my hand in hers. We looked into each others eyes and smiled. I leaned forward and we kissed over the table. 

"Let's go back to the motel and test our intuition," she said. "I'm already wet." 

"Good idea," I said, reaching for my wallet. "We have a few more hours before we have to check out and I' m already hard from looking at your luscious tits." 

"You're such a bad boy," she said, smiling. 

"And you're such a naughty girl wearing such a tight shirt like that," I said. 

I put ten dollars on the table and we left. I waved to the waitress as we left. Megan walked in front of me and I loved how her ass looked as they strained her tight jeans.

When we got to the car, she stopped and kissed me. We hugged and kissed tenderly then smiled warmly at each other. She went around to the other side and got in. While we drove, she reached over and put her hand on my thigh, just below my hard cock. She then moved her hand and started rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I closed my eyes briefly from the sensation of her light touching. Fortunately, we didn't have to drive far. 

"You like this, don't you," she said, softly, looking at me. 

"Yes," I murmured, putting my hand on top of hers as she rubbed me. "But you better be careful. You're playing with fire."

"Oh yeah," she said. "What are you going to do to me?"

I turned and looked at her and smiled. "I'm going to drive you crazy, I said, looking into her eyes. "Give you something to remember." 

"You are, are you?" she said, squeezing my hard cock. "Well I plan on driving you crazy too," she said, smiling with a lusty look in her eyes. 

I pulled into the motel parking lot and parked in front of my room. We got out and walked up to the door. When we walked in, I noticed the time was nine forty five and check out time was noon. I had no idea what would happen when it was time to leave, where would our passion for each other take us? But I was determined to take it hour by hour, wanting to live my philosophy of no expectations and see what happens. 

Once in the room, we stood still, looking at each other. We smiled as we looked into each others eyes. She could see the bulge in my jeans. 

"I think you're beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," she said with that slight smile she had when I first saw her in the bar. "You're not so bad yourself," she added, moving slowly towards me. 

I stepped towards her and took her in my arms. I hugged her and we kissed, tenderly at first. It felt good just to hold her close and kiss her gently, warmly, but then our kissing became more passionate. My tongue opened her warm lips and our tongues touched and then swirled with more intensity as our lust for each other grew. 

I then moved my hands down to her ass, gripping her firm round cheeks and pulled her to me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, crushing her tits against my chest and we moved together as if we were slow dancing, swaying and grinding against each other.

We continued kissing, holding each other close and grinding, both of us intuitively knowing we wanted a long, slow, intense morning of sensual pleasure, the complete opposite of our first encounter in the parking lot.

"Oh, this feels so good," she whispered in my ear as I held her close, moving my hand to her ass, swaying and grinding harder, my cock pressed against her pussy. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as we moved against each other. 

I moved my mouth to her neck, just above her collar bone and licked and kissed her. She lifted her shoulders slightly in response, bending her neck, giving me more access to her throat. Suddenly, our passion growing, she started grinding and humping her pussy harder against my cock, which made me hump and grind harder. I then moved her so that she was leaning against the edge of the bureau and unbuttoned her jeans, remembering she didn't have panties. Our eyes were fixed on each other as I pulled her jeans down over her hips. She squirmed as I moved them down her thigh. I then got on my knees, took off her sandals and pulled the jeans over her feet. She knew what I wanted and spread her legs wide apart, stretching her legs on either side of me, as she sat back on the edge of the bureau. I then leaned forward, kissing and licking her thigh just below her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmbaby," she moaned. 

I could see her wet pussy and smell the wonderful pungent smell of her sex. I was intoxicated.

"Ohhhhhh baby. I love this. I love this," she said, pushing her pussy against my mouth. 

I loved how vocal she was and how it made me want to increase her pleasure as she responded with words and sounds. It was such a turn-on and I licked harder, moving my tongue slowly up and down her wet pussy lips. Her legs were wide apart, her pussy completely open to me. She then arched her back, leaning back against the bureau and pushed herself against my mouth, forcing my tongue deeper, then grabbing my hair and pulling me into her as she fucked my tongue, moaning, "Mmmmmmmmmbaby, I love it I love it I love it, eat me, eat me."

I loved how strong and passionate she was as I moved my mouth to her clit and started sucking and licking her there as she pushed harder against my mouth as if she wanted me to devour her. "Ohhhhhh my God," she gasped softly and then screamed when I sucked her clit. "I'm going to cum!" she screamed, pushing her pussy harder against me mouth. I knew she was on the verge of exploding, but I wanted to drive her crazy, so I suddenly took my mouth away from her pussy. "Oh no! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she begged. 

I turned her around to face the bureau. She bent forward, her legs apart, her arms on the bureau, giving my mouth full access to her dripping pussy. I quickly continued licking from that angle--her round ass just above me as I licked her wet pussy with the flat of my tongue from her clit to her ass hole. I loved licking her pussy, my tongue moving up and down, lapping up her juicy cunt. She pushed back against my mouth and wiggled her ass so that my tongue went deeper. "Oh baby, baby this is so fucking hot," she said as my tongue went as deep into her pussy as I could get it, darting it in and out, touching her soft-g-spot. Suddenly, she screamed, "Ohhhhhh baby I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

Again I removed my tongue from her pussy and she screamed, "No! Don't stop! Don't do this to me! Don't!"

I was determined to tease and prolong her being on the verge of cumming and quickly laid on my back on the carpeted floor. I pulled her down so that her legs straddled my head and her pussy came down on my mouth causing her to almost smother me. She was riding my mouth. I pushed backward so that her back was arched causing her pussy to open more to my insistent tongue. 

As her body arched back, I saw her clit sticking out from its hood. I lifted my head, pressing my tongue harder against her pussy. My nose pressed against her clit as my tongue darted in and out, swirling around her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, driving her over the edge. Suddenly she screamed up at the ceiling, "Ohhhhhhhhh Yes! Yes! I'm cummmming ohhhhhh I can't stand it!" Her whole body shook and quivered in a huge convulsion that kept going. Suddenly she fell forward, collapsing on the floor just above my head. I got up on my knees as she lay on her stomach, gasping for air. Her legs were wide apart, trying to catch her breathe, her luscious ass looked so delectable. I got on my knees and crawled up to her, kneeling between her open legs, looking down at her body. My cock was hard, straining in my jeans. I quickly took them off, releasing my cock. I moved forward and turned her so that she was now on her back. She was breathing heavily, her tits straining her tight shirt. I leaned over and kissed her, moving my fingers gently through her dark hair. She was still breathing heavily but when she opened her eyes and smiled at me, a though my cock was throbbing for her, a sudden wave of tenderness swept over me. 

I then pulled her up by the arms and held her as we both sat up on our knees embracing each other, her tits crushed against my chest. I wanted her but suddenly felt I wanted to touch her differently. Remembering her story, how she was struggling to be free to express her passionate sexuality and not compromise her spirit with empty relationships, I wanted to give her pleasure she would never forget. We hugged each other, my hands rubbing her back, her arms holding me close and I felt so much for her. 

I then lifted her and we moved quickly to the bed. The sheets and blanket were all tangled from earlier in the morning. She lay down on her back and squirmed her way up the bed. I was between her open legs on my knees and she reached her arms up for me. My hard cock was straight out. I held it in my hand, and moved the tip of my cock up and down her pussy lips, touching her lightly, teasing her but getting myself so hot I didn't think I would last much longer. 

"Please. Don't tease me. I want you. I want you to fuck me," she said, grabbing my arms and trying to pull me into her. "I want you to fuck me hard."

"Beg!" I said looking into her hungry eyes, wanting to tantalize her, return to our playfulness, drive her crazy and then give her what she wants. 

"Fuck me! Please. I need to cum. Fuck me hard!" she cried. 

"Beg louder. Beg! Come on Megan! Beg for it! I want you to really want it." 

I moved my cock harder against her pussy lips and suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my back, and pulled me into her. 

"Fuck me, damn it!" she yelled. "Now!"

I was torn between wanting to make tender love and ravishing her. Suddenly, she pushed me on to my back. I could not believe how strong she was as she took over and straddled me. My cock was straight up. She grabbed it, lifted herself up and came down hard on my cock. She placed her hands on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed and she lifted herself again and came down even harder, impaling herself on my cock again and again. 

"Okay, tough guy, you're all mine," she growled through clenched teeth as she rode my cock like a demon and I could feel her insatiable lust. 

She was riding me like she was galloping on a horse, going up and down, up and down, harder and faster. Suddenly, she let go of my shoulders, sat straight up, grabbing her tits pinching and twisting her nipples, her hair flailing all over the place. She was a wild woman, going up and down harder and harder, faster and faster on my cock and screaming, "OhhhhhhhhGod! I'm cummmming I'm cummmmming!" Just as she exploded in an orgasm, I grabbed her and flipped her on her back, got between her open legs and rammed my cock deep into her pussy with one fierce thrust, causing her to gasp as her whole body shuddered again in violent spasms. Her mouth opened wide but no sound came from her throat as wave after wave swept through her. 

I reared my hips back and thrust deep into her pussy and after a few hard, savage thrusts my cock swelling, her pussy gripping my cock I suddenly erupted-- cum gushing out of me and into her pussy as my orgasm ripped through me like an electric shock. "Ohhhhhhhhh Megan! Megan! I'm cummmming!" I shouted, looking down at her, my whole body writhing, looking at her mouth wide open, our eyes locked on each others' eyes with both passion and happiness. I had never experienced such a long, intense orgasm or felt so close to a woman. 

I then collapsed on her, our bodies completely spent, both of us panting and gasping for air as we lay in our warm wetness. Neither of us could speak as we tried to catch our breath. Finally, I rolled off of her and got her on her side and wrapped my arms around her facing each other, looking into each others' eyes, quiet, trying to absorb what had just happened. 

I glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was eleven o'clock. We would be checking out in an hour. We were quiet, laying in the afterglow of our passion, realizing that what started out as lust the night before was becoming much more but we did not have the words to articulate it or know what to do with the feelings that were going through us. 

"That was wonderful," Megan said. "Thank you. Thank you." 

"Yes, it was," I whispered. "Now what?" 

"I don't know." 

We were quiet again, aware that we would have to check out of the motel in less than an hour and go our separate ways. 

After another long silence, our eyes met. She smiled. "I know you don't believe in destiny," she said. "But I think our paths will cross again-- very soon."

"So do I," I responded. "I don't know when or how, but I think they will."

And they did. I went back to my cabin in Maine and she went back to her teaching in New York. We emailed and spoke on the phone and then I made a few trips to New York and she made a few trips to Maine. Our visits to each other got longer and it got harder and harder to leave and go back to our lives. After a year of doing that, Megan moved into my cabin and wrote articles and started painting again and from time to time went off to give talks, while I wrote my stories and poetry, both of us amazed and grateful that our one night of lust became many years of much more.