9 comments/ 39049 views/ 11 favorites Meghan By: nan12345 Chapter One Meghan Every Thursday morning at eleven the quiet buzzer goes off in the small waiting room and I go through the second door into Stella's office. She's my shrink. For the next fifty minutes I sit in her comfortable leather armchair and talk into space, sometimes barely aware of her sitting in a similar chair to my left. I rarely cry, rarely get that upset really. I just talk. Sometimes she'll ask a question or prompt me with a comment of some sort but, most of the time, I just talk. Most of the time it seems to bounce from talking about my father, who fucked me up, to talking about John. Dear departed John, who fucked me up even more than my father. Sometimes I talk about Elizabeth. The theme is pretty much always the same. I have low self-esteem, believe myself corrupt, have an anger directed against two dead men and am sexually very ambivalent. Your standard young woman about town. At eleven fifty, Stella interrupts, murmurs some assuring words, and stands to lead me to the other door, which leads to the corridor outside her office. By twelve-fifteen I'm seated in the restaurant, drink in hand, waiting on Rebecca, 'Bec' as I call her. I always have to wait on Bec. At twelve thirty-five she breezes in, pecks my cheek, plumps down, grabs the Chardonnay I'd ordered for her, takes a deep swig and exhales her usual "ahhh". She's fourteen years older than me and probably my best friend. "So what was it today" she asks, "being fucked in the ass, sucking some black cock in an alleyway or eating strange pussy?" I give her the bird. "Actually, I was talking about frustration." "Shug," (for 'Sugar') "last week you never wanted to fuck again for ever and a day and now you're friggin' frustrated. C'mon." "Fuck you ... I was talking about the fact that I can't confront either John or my father... and how angry that makes me feel, how I want to get even, to punish them in some way, but can't. That kind of frustration." I end lamely. "Oh. Yeah, well I can relate, Shug. You know I can" Then the waitress showed up and we turned to ordering and so changed topics. Later on, as we were waiting on the credit card slips to come back, Bec said, quite out of nowhere: "You know, if it was me, I'd give up all this therapy shit, find me a nice innocent boy, who was set for an apple-pie life, fuck him up, like you got fucked up, and leave him good and rotten. At least you'd get even with someone" ---------------------------------- That evening I called her, bullshitted for a while and then said: "remember what you said at lunch?" "Shug, I'm a yammerer, I said lots of things. What in particular?" "About finding an innocent and fucking him up." "Yeah" she giggled, "yeah I did say that didn't I?" "Well would you?" "Really do it?" "Yes." She was silent for a couple of seconds but then said: "yeah, in your shoes, yeah I think I would. Yeah, now I think about, I like the idea. Let one of them suffer for a change." "So who would you use?" "Well, let's see. You'd want some kind of pure young thing that has no idea. Someone you can totally 'corrupt' to use one of your favoured words." "I want to do it." "Go girl". She said, with that 'admiration' drawl that she affected so well. "So where the hell do you find an innocent in this town? They're all perverted, monomaniac bastards from puberty on" She giggled, "let me think on it Shug." Three days later she called me. "Shug, I think I've found you your lamb. Not quite as young as I was hoping for, but definitely an innocent. He's one of our auditors, an accountant. Probably early twenties but reaaaaaly straitlaced. We're talking bible-belt virginal here." Jeremy My daily habit is to leave my apartment at seven fifteen and walk two blocks to the coffee bar. I always get a skim cappuccino and a blueberry muffin. I take my iPad and read the online version of The New York Times and a couple of articles in The Economist, just like Mr. Stevens said I should. At eight twenty I walk back to my apartment, get my car from the garage and drive to work to be at my desk by eight fifty. This is my routine, my habit. I like habits; they help regulate my life and keep me on the path of Christlikeness. The coffee bar is not Starbucks slick but rather, I guess, latter-day hippy. Occupying the ground floor of an old house it leans to odd chairs and swaybacked sofas on uneven wooden floors with far-eastern looking rugs and cushions and many odd corners. One sees the same faces. Grad students in walking boots, working-men with real boots, women in sandals and the odd suit. That's me: the odd suit. I always try to sit in one dim corner, somewhat tucked away, that puts my back to the wall and gives me a view of the main room, where the barista plies her trade. Sometimes, the other seat in that corner, which is about ten feet from my preferred perch, is taken and, sometimes, not. That day, it was. I noticed her of course, as one does. Nothing particularly struck me, she was a woman, maybe ten years older than me, sitting with the local paper held up in front of her, which she briefly lowered to appraise me. We nodded at one another, which I managed to do without blushing, and she raised her paper and got on with her reading. I hit my New York Times app, crumbled my muffin, took a sip of my cappuccino and settled in. After five or ten minutes, I heard her paper move and looked up as she crossed her legs, the paper still concealing most of her upper half. I saw how brief her skirt was and how tanned her legs. As I looked, she wriggled on her chair and her skirt rode up on the thighs. The skirt was too brief; one could now see the very top of her thighs but, as the leg nearest me was on top of the other, that was all one could see. I felt a slight frisson of excitement. As I looked, hoping she'd move again, she did. She lowered the paper to turn the page and looked right at me as she did so. Caught, I blushed and hastily looked back at the iPad. She raised the paper again and, after a second or two, crossed her legs again. This time I knew that I'd seen pubic hair. I could feel my heart speeding up. This was the first time I'd seen pubic hair since I was a kid, when I saw one of my sisters changing at the beach. Seeing it like this, voyeuristically, created, for me, a huge erotic overtone. I had to cross my own legs to try and quell my growing erection even as I gazed at the tantalus and thus pumped even more blood into that independently-minded penis. All that stuff we'd had drummed into us about maintaining our character for Jesus Christ through self-control, just vanished. We stayed like this for what seemed minutes, but was probably seconds, before she once again flounced her paper and, this time, folded it up and put it on the table next to her. I studiously avoided her eyes but could feel the heat in my face. She stood, gathered her bag, abandoned her paper and walked from her seat. She stopped in front of me and waited for me to look up at her before saying, quietly: "were you looking at me?" My face got redder and my throat was too dry to speak so I looked at her for a couple of beats before, mutely, nodding my head. "What did you see?" She said, even quieter. I swallowed, blushed more and, not looking at her, said: "your legs." "That's all?" "The top of your legs" I murmured, still avoiding her eyes. "And what did you see at the top of my legs?" She whispered. I couldn't answer her. I swallowed and tried to say something but just couldn't do it. I think I must have looked something like an out-of-water fish gulping for air. "Did it excite you?" She whispered, even more quietly. I was able to nod again and, this time, to slowly raise my eyes to look at her. She looked back, a slight smile on her lips. Her eyes were green and steady. "What's your name?" "Jeremy," I said. "And what do people call you? Jerry? Jer? What?" "Jeremy. That's what they call me. It's what I like to be called, ma'am." "Are you married Jeremy?" "No, ma'am" "Girlfriend?" "No, not right now" "Are you gay Jeremy? She whispered. That startled me. "No, ma'am. I just don't have a girlfriend right now." "Give me your phone number, Jeremy." I looked at her, startled. She nodded and I told her my cell phone number. "Don't be silly, write it down." I took out one of my cards and wrote my cell phone number on the back. She turned the card over. "Jeremy M. Stuart, CPA" She intoned softly. "An accountant; who'd have thunk it. And you so young." I blushed even more, but also felt a little thrill: I'd only passed my final exams six months ago and was still very impressed with the new letters after my name. ---------------------------------- She called me that evening about nine-thirty. "Hello Jeremy, remember me, from this morning?" She said, again using a gentle, quiet tone. "Uh, yes ma'am." She gave a small chuckle before saying: "I was thinking about you. Were you thinking about me?" I had been. In fact I had done little else but think about her all day. I wanted to lie but, of course, but could not. "Yes, ma'am." "Don't call me 'ma'am' Jeremy; it makes me feel ancient. Now, do you remember what you saw at the top of my legs, Jeremy?" "Uh, yes ma'a.... Yes, I remember." "And what was it you saw, Jeremy?" "Uh, actually I think saw your, um, pubic hair. Just very briefly, of course. I really wasn't looking." I added hastily. That was not a lie, I don't think: I had just happened to glance over, hadn't I? "Yes you were Jeremy, you were looking. Weren't you? You were looking at my pubic hair. It excited you, didn't it? You got excited looking at ..." And she paused and then very, very softly, said: ".... my pussy. You got aroused looking at my pussy, didn't you Jeremy? Or do you prefer to say 'cunt'?" And she hung up. I was in shock. I'd never, ever, heard a girl say that 'c' word or even the 'p' word. But, in spite of that shock, I had a very painful erection. When I checked my cell phone hers was a 'number unavailable'. She didn't call back for three days. When she did, it was a Friday. Those were three very long days. Again, it was about nine-thirty when she called. "Have you been thinking about me Jeremy?" She asked without preamble. This time I didn't stumble, I simply said "yes, ma'a ... Sorry, er, yes." "Do you get excited when you think about me, Jeremy?" "Yes" I responded, quietly. "How do you get excited?" I was ready this time, I faintly understood what she was doing. Or, rather, I thought I understood. So, this time the jaw-dropped inclination to silence was much less evident and I responded: "I get an erection". She was silent for a second or so, then just murmured: "Hmm" before asking: "and what do you do about your erection, Jeremy?" "Do about it?" "Yes, what do you do when you get an erection? Do you touch yourself? Do you masturbate, Jeremy?" "Yes, yes I do. Sometimes". "Do you masturbate a lot?" "I have the last couple of days" She giggled but said nothing. The silence went on for ten or fifteen seconds then she said: "do you have an erection now?" "Yes". "Do you want to masturbate now?" "Yes". "What would you think about when you masturbate?" "You" "Are you touching yourself now?" "No. Well, sort of ... just on the outside of my pants" "So, if you were to masturbate, and were to think about me, what, exactly would you be thinking, what you be fantasizing, Jeremy?' "I'll think about you on the phone like this, talking softly, using words, seeing your legs and your, um .." "Cunt" she whispered. "Yes, your, er ..." "And that's it? You'd masturbate just thinking about my furry little sex? You wouldn't think about putting your cock in me? Sliding it into my cunt? Fucking me? Taking my clothes off? Sucking my nipples? Playing with my breasts? Or maybe you'd like to be sucked off. Is that it Jeremy? You'd like to put your cock in my mouth and have me suck you off. Swallow your come, maybe? Or do you prefer to come on my face? Splash your warm come over my eyes and hair, watch it drip off my nose and my chin while you pant and pant and squeeze the last drop out onto me?" She paused and then said: "That may be what you'd like Jeremy and you can think about all that, dream about all that - but it won't happen. I won't fuck you and I won't suck your cock. Do you understand that?" As she'd started talking, my erection became almost unbearable. I'd never dreamed that a woman could talk like that. Especially one who looked so lady-like as her. With her last words, however, the mad desire to masturbate ebbed a little. "I don't understand. Why are you calling me? Are you a tease?" "No, Jeremy, I don't want to tease you. I want to do things with you. You just can't touch me that's all. But we can do things. Arousing things. If you want." "Like what?" I somewhat panted, totally confused. "Well, do you like porn movies?" "Sure" I had to say that. It's not a lie, I'd seen one, or a part of one, once. "Well, we can watch porn together. Or we could read erotica to each other." "I'm not sure about that." I'm thinking this sounds, like, really immoral. After four years of almost continuous discussions about the biblical requirements for purity, I know what 'immoral' is. "What happens if I get, you know, um ... excited, you know ...?" "We'll both get excited. We'll both get aroused Jeremy" Ohmigosh. Is she kidding. I couldn't say anything. You don't do this kind of stuff, you don't talk this way. You just don't. "Jeremy?" "Yes, ma'am?" "Don't call me ma'am, Jeremy." "Yes, um, sorry." "Are you worried about what might happen if we both get excited, aroused. Are you concerned about what might happen?" "Yes, ma' ... Yes." "What did you just tell me you do when you get excited, when you get an erection. What do you do, Jeremy?" "I, um, I touch myself." "You do, don't you Jeremy? You touch yourself. You masturbate. You jerk off. You make yourself come. Don't you Jeremy? You make yourself come." Ohmigosh this is so unbelievable. I shouldn't be listening to this woman. She's crazy saying all these things. On the other hand, I have never, ever, felt this excited before - not even when Mary Jo put her tongue in my mouth that time. She carried on, after a brief silence, "And what do you think I do when I get excited, Jeremy. What do I do when I am sexually aroused?" "Um, I don't know." "I masturbate, Jeremy. I make myself come." I think I began to hyperventilate. Women don't talk like that. I mean they don't do that ... do they? While I was floundering around in my mind, she hung up. ---------------------------------- I didn't hear from her for four days this time. No unsuitable conversation this time. She was pleasant and warm as if we were old friends. She told me her name, Meghan Hughes, and asked me if I'd like to come over to her place this coming Saturday. What could I do? It would have been rude to say no, I'm sure. So, I said yes. Her place was way better than mine. She was in one of the new high-rises near the park, tenth floor. Nice easy guest parking, doorman, who was expecting me, and a fast, smooth elevator up to her floor. She was smaller than I remembered, but of course I'd only seen her that once and then I was too flustered to really check her out. I guess she's about 5'4'' and doesn't weigh a whole lot over a hundred pounds. About half my size. She was barefoot and wearing jeans and a white button-down shirt that looked just like my normal Brooks Brothers. No make-up that you could tell, but her dark brown hair looked squeaky clean as did she. It was hard to reconcile this clean-cut, attractive woman with the one whose telephone talk had made me masturbate over and over again. After saying "hi" at the front door, no kiss, no handshake, but a fine smile that included the (remembered) green eyes, she showed me through the place. It was pretty neat. My Aunt Celia does interior design and I had spent many hours listening to her and looking through her magazines, so I have a reasonably good sense of what constitutes good quality. This condo had been done very tastefully. It was clearly expensively furnished with the steady hand of a good interior designer, using a sort of 'early Ralph Lauren touch', as Aunt Celia would have said, highlighted by some really good pictures - both abstract and old - together with a lot of books and the sort of eclectic knick knacks that the reading classes tend to acquire. There was a large living room with French doors leading to a small balcony with a table and two chairs, a high tech kitchen, all sage and stainless, a study with an en-suite bathroom and a master bedroom with a huge bathroom. A very desirable residence. We ended up back in the lounge where she offered me a glass of wine. I don't drink alcohol, so I refused and asked if she had a coke She ignored me, poured out two glasses of red wine, gave me one of them and led the way out onto the balcony. We sat down and she raised her glass in a silent toast. What could I do? I took a sip. It was pretty heady stuff. I felt totally out of my depth. I was worried about taking the alcohol and confused over the way she ignored my request for a soda. She was clearly the alpha in this relationship, if, indeed, it was a 'relationship'. We looked out over the city lights for a while and then she started to talk. "I was married. He was a lot older than me. But, when I met him, I was infatuated. A rather clichéd story of an older, wealthy, powerful partner dazzling a first year law student doing a summer intern job at his firm. Long story short, he dumped his wife, and got a new trophy bride: me. That was eight years ago. Two years ago he gets cancer and dies, at fifty-eight. Lymphatic. Leaves me plenty of money and a distaste for hetero sex." She paused. I was trying to figure out what she meant by that last phrase. I said nothing. Actually I had no idea what one said to relatively new widow who calmly tells me that her dead husband had left her with some sort of sexual hang-up. I nodded sagely, to show interest and, hopefully, savoir faire. She continued: "but, I'm only thirty-two and I need sex. It's a healthy need - I just choose to satisfy that need in my own way." She looked at me as she said this and, of course, I blushed. "Do you always blush so easily?" she asked. "Yes". I admitted. She smiled and said: "lets go inside". The living room, like the rest of the place, had dimmed table lamps that cast a soft light. Enough to see by but not so bright that one thought of operating theaters. In the middle of the room were two sofas, furnished in a subtle pink and green fabric that faced one another across a plate-glass coffee table. On the wall was a long line of bookcases, books above and cupboards below. She refilled our glasses and pointed for me to sit on a sofa, at the end farthest away from the books. She sat in the same position on the opposite sofa. "Kick your shoes off, put your feet up. We're going to watch a movie." I slipped off my Bass Wejuns and put my feet up. She picked up a remote and put her feet up. We looked at the bookcase together for a second, me in a somewhat bemused frame of mind until the shelf on the top of the nearest cupboard opened and up slid a flat-screen tv. She pressed the remote again, and after a second or two, a movie started, a home-made movie. It was her, fully clothed on her bed. She was lying diagonally such that her head was at the foot of the bed, gazing into a camera that seemed to be about five feet away, and her body, sort of on its side, stretched to the top right. She was dressed exactly as she was that night, jeans and a white button-down shirt. Looking directly into the camera, she did nothing for a second or two then she smiled and ran one of her hands over her chest. She repeated the action, stopping to fondle her breasts and making small, circular motions around the nipples. I looked away from the screen, across at her, eyes wide She sensed my movement, and looked at me, smiling the same smile she had made in the movie. I quickly looked back at the screen. Her eyes never left the camera, which meant she was looking directly at you, but her hands moved. After a minute or so touching her breasts she put a hand between her legs, raising one leg to allow access. She rubbed between her legs and up and down her thighs. After doing this for a while she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. She was bra-less. You could see her breasts hanging firmly inside her shirt. She reached for them and started playing with them again, this time showing her erect nipples and the marks on her breasts as she squeezed them and played her hands around and around. My penis was hard and I wriggled a bit to get a more comfortable position. Meghan Again, she noticed my movement and looked at me. "Are you enjoying it?" I could only nod, blushing as usual. "Is it exciting you?" I nodded again, refusing to meet her eye. "Me too". And she turned back to look at the screen. On screen, the other Meghan started to undo her jeans. 501's, so they needed to be unbuttoned. That done, she scrunched around on the bed and pulled the jeans off revealing a pair of white panties with a red ribbon threaded around the top. She started stroking her thighs and, as she got near the top, would idly slide a finger up the front of her panties. All the while she looked steadily into the camera, the only sound being her gentle breathing and the soft whisper of her finger across the fabric. With no change of emotion, she quickly slid out of the shirt, revealing her breasts fully and, a second or two later, pulled off the panties. She had a startlingly white bikini area, which highlighted a thick, dark bush of pubic hair. The camera angle moved and zoomed in on the top of her thighs. You couldn't see her eyes now but you saw her slide a finger into herself move it around slowly, pull it out and hold it up for the camera. It glistened. The camera zoomed back out and you saw her put her finger to her mouth and suck it clean. By now, my erection was painful. I mean it was really hurting. My cock needed freedom. I slowly wriggled again and, again, Meghan saw the movement. "Are you ok?" "Yeah" "Pants a little tight?" "Yeah, a little" "Would you like to, perhaps, loosen them a bit? Undo them to, um, ease the tightness?" I looked at her for a second, realizing what she was saying. This was huge. I mean this was totally unreal. But I couldn't stop. I numbly nodded and, not daring to look at her, using both hands, undid my belt and unzipped. My cock, thankfully concealed within my boxers, sprang out. I put one hand up to sort of hide it, but she was ignoring me, watching the screen. On which her movie alter ego was now clearly masturbating, rubbing her pubic area, fingers now extended and now not. Her other hand played with her nipples, hard and dark and needy. Her breathing was getting heavier, one could hear it easily now whereas, earlier, it was barely discernable. I couldn't bear it. I put my hand on my cock and surreptitiously rubbed it, inside my boxers. I quickly glanced at my companion. She was smiling, dreamily, looking at the screen. Her hand appeared to be toying with the fly of her jeans. On screen, the breathing was getting ragged now, the right hand faster and faster while the left hand, fondling the breasts, was slow and almost paralyzed in its movements. I started to move my hand up and down my cock. I couldn't not do it. Taking a quick look to see if she had noticed what I was doing, I found that she was openly watching me. "Show me" she said. I looked at her and she looked at my cock and sort of nodded in affirmation. By now I was bright red with embarrassment but beyond any ability to stop. I had to carry on. Although I badly wanted to start jerking off as fast as possible, I managed to take my hand away and, for the first time in my life showed a woman my erect - quiveringly erect - penis. "Face me" she whispered. I turned and faced her, lying back on the sofa my erection standing between us. "Do it," she said "make yourself come." The video version of Meghan was now panting very heavily and you could hear the sound of her hand as it squished around, in and about her sex. I started to rapidly masturbate while the real Meghan leaned forward, eyes fixed on my cock with occasional glances at my face. On screen Meghan was starting to make whimpering cries between deep sobbing breaths. She leaned even further forward, extending her right hand, palm up. "Come for me" she said, "make it come. Come in my hand." I couldn't believe this; it was like a dream - or a nightmare. I moved forward so I was positioned over the table and, looking at my bouncing cock aimed at her hand, I came. The spurt mainly landed in her palm, a long viscous loop of semen going across, but some strayed up her arm and a bit and ended on her shirt cuff. On screen Meghan came, loudly and with little cries of "fuck, fuck ... oh, fuck". I kept pumping my cock and tried to aim the semen into her hand. Several drops missed and ended up on the table. As I sank back onto the sofa, she stayed put, leaning forward, her hand still palm up glistening with my come. "Look at me" she whispered. I did, gazing into her green eyes as she raised her hand to her mouth, tasted the come, with a delicate probe of her tongue, and then rubbed the remainder over her face, which glistened and glowed with its newfound stickiness. Meghan It was easy. Bec had met me and we waited in her car in the parking lot outside the guy's office until he came out just before six. I got a good look at him and liked what I saw: a clean-cut, serious young guy who looked to be in good shape and looked as boring as hell. Perfect. Bec gave me his name and the name of his firm and a week later, having used my usual investigator, with a tale of a potential unwilling witness in a major contract dispute, had a boatload of information on Mr. Jeremy Stuart, CPA, including his daily schedule. I'm an attorney, a litigator, so I can easily come across as someone in control. And that's how I started out. First the Sharon Stone thing, flashing the guy, then the induced blushing, then the sexy phone call. I had him hard within five minutes of him first setting eyes on me and had him jerking off at the thought of me that same day. When I turned on Elizabeth's little home video, and saw his reaction, I knew this was going to be easy. It also made me horny as hell, watching him blush then wiggle around as his hard-on became uncomfortable. When he finally started to stroke it I couldn't keep my eyes away. "Show me" I said, and he did, undoing himself, pushing down his pants and shorts and showing me his hard cock. He pumped away, his eyes moving from the dying minutes of the movie to looking, rather furtively, at me as he masturbated. As he got near, I took control again, holding my arm out and telling him to come in my hand. It was almost funny the way he had to concentrate to make sure he landed on my palm. It was also highly arousing. I don't know anybody who could not feel some kind of sexual tension or thrill while sitting only a few feet from someone frantically masturbating. When he came, pretty accurately for a guy under pressure, I made sure he was closely watching me as I tasted his semen, which tasted pretty much the same as any other I've tasted. After that I just smeared it all over my face, the way Daddy liked it done. The look on the kid's face was priceless. I left him on the sofa, went to the bathroom and washed his come off. When I went back to the living room he was all tucked in again and looking exhausted, maybe a little frightened. "Well, wasn't that fun?" I said, just to get him to blush, which he did. He sort of nodded, not looking at me. "Well, wasn't it fun, Jeremy? Didn't you enjoy that?" He kind of grunted. "Jeremy, look at me." He did. "Did you enjoy that is what I asked." In a long drawn out breath he managed to say: "yes." "Good. So did I. Now I think it's time to call it a night." He stood and moved quickly to the front door. When I opened it he sort of half turned, said "thank-you for having me," and left. It was very difficult not to howl with laughter. Meghan at Nineteen I had known Meghan for more than nine years. Her family moved to Maine from North Dakota when she was ten. They lived a block away from my wife and I. The reason I knew Meghan is because she delivered the paper around here for several years. I would see her riding her bike everyday with two full saddlebags of papers no matter what the weather was like. She was always wearing a baseball cap and pretty much dressed like what I would call a "tom boy" in her jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. I was forty one now and had often wondered what it would have been like to have a daughter like Meghan. Her father was so fortunate to have her. It was about the time Meghan turned sixteen when my wife Jane and I started having some trouble with our marriage. We had been married for over twenty years but things were not quite the same between us the last few years and we decided mutually that we would go our separate ways. Sex with Jane was always good but not as good as I would have liked it to be. Not that sex is everything in a marriage, but it’s a nice part of it. I always felt she was rushing when we made love. Often as we lay there after sex she would talk about work. I was never really satisfied after we made love and many times I would head for the bathroom shortly after so I could manually satisfy myself. Meghan would often stop by the house and we would sit on the front porch and talk while my wife worked upstairs in her office. My wife’s job that she worked almost eighty hours a week at was the main reason our marriage was coming to an end. Something about all the money and the power she had when she made partner in the law firm she was with had changed her as a person. I barely knew her at all now. Meghan and I would sit there and talk about whatever came to mind. We could talk about anything together. It was a good feeling to have someone to talk with. It made me feel relaxed to be around her. I would get so relaxed sometimes that I would fall asleep while we watched a movie together in the living room. She would always cover me up with a quilt before she left for the night. I slept on the couch a lot. There wasn’t much point in going upstairs to the bedroom; Jane was rarely in the bed with me. When our divorce was final Jane moved out west to be closer to her parents. A larger firm had offered her an even better job than the one she had here. Our agreement was that I keep the house and the two cars. Jane had more than enough money to buy anything she wanted. Her father was also a lawyer and I'm sure he was happy with her moving closer to them. He never did like me much. After all, I did take his little girl away from him. I didn’t want any of Jane’s money. She worked hard for it and she deserved it. I kept the house and all the bills that went with it. I had a tough time making the payments but even though it had seen better days I loved the old place and couldn’t bear the thought of selling it. My disability from a back injury meant that I would never work again and my income was the same every month but I could make the payments and have enough left over to live on. I would often supplement my income with earnings from online auctions and garage sales. The house was built in the twenty's and had another place at the back of the yard that would best be described as a "grandmothers" house. It was laid out pretty much the same as the main house only smaller. Meghan was nineteen now and living at home with her parents. The days of newspaper delivery long behind her, she had taken a job at the mall in the food court. She would often stop by before or after work and we would talk for hours. She was truly like the daughter I never had. Meghan had also grown into a very pretty young woman in the years I had known her. Jane and I never had any children. We had decided early on that we would adopt a child or two that needed a home when the time came for kids. That time never came for us. She was just too busy with her budding law career. I decided one day that if I could rent the small place out back I would be much better off money wise and could afford to do some much needed work on the main house. First I would need to get the small place in shape. My back injury meant that any heavy work would need to be done by someone but I could paint and do most of the smaller jobs around the place. Meghan stopped by one night after work and I told her what I had planned on doing. She told me she would love to help with painting and stuff. She had always helped her dad with painting and had learned from him to be pretty handy around the house. I took her up on her offer and we were going to start on the place this coming weekend. The weekend came around and I had already gathered most of the supplies we would need to get started. I was looking out the front window of the main house as Meghan drove up in her Ford Fiesta. It was her first car and she loved it but I always thought it was small and not very safe looking. It was canary yellow and had a vanity plate on it that read “Tweety". She pulled up out in front of the small house. I went out the back door and met her. I would sometimes ask her jokingly when she was going to get a real car. She said she loved "Tweety" but was thinking about getting another car. Meghan said "your Grand Prix looks like a pretty hot car, why don’t you sell it to me?" I told her I was thinking about selling it. I didn’t drive it much. It was Jane’s and besides I had my Blazer that suited me just fine. I asked Meghan if she was serious about buying it and she said, "Sure, I’ve always liked it. How much do you want for it?" I told her we could talk about it while we were painting. We grabbed a few things from her car and walked down the path to the small house. I was behind Meghan and could see her hair lit up from the sun. She had very beautiful thick auburn-brown hair that she usually wore in a ponytail. Today it was free and flowed gently down her back almost to the top of her cut off jeans. I loved long hair on a woman and thought it was very sexy. Another thing I noticed as my eyes followed her hair down was her ass and then her legs. Meghan had firm nicely shaped legs that were perfectly tanned and led up to her cute little ass cheeks that moved from side to side as she walked. I had always thought of Meghan as a daughter but today for the first time I was thinking of her as a young woman. She never wore a lot of make up or clothes that made the boys notice her but she was "the girl next door" kind of pretty. I had always loved that look and like most guys I would often check out the younger girls in town. I never realized until today what a beauty I had "literally" in my own backyard. We started to get things ready to paint. We needed to clean the walls, do some sanding and fill in holes. Meghan was sanding up and down on one of the doors and when she put her hands up above her shoulders I could see her breasts rise. With every move she made I would notice parts of her move in ways I had never thought of before. Meghan was quickly becoming an object of my desire. As the day went on we took breaks and talked. She was her usual happy self and I must have looked like a young schoolboy watching and listening to her. I couldn’t stop thinking of her in a sexual way and I hoped she hadn’t noticed the stares from me that came her way while we were working. We were talking and I made the mistake of staring a little too long at her breasts. She asked me if she had something on her shirt. I was startled and said, “I think there is some paint on you but not much". She laughed and said these were her painting clothes so it didn’t matter. I was more careful when staring at her from then on. It didn’t take long for both of us to work up a sweat. We were taking a break and I was sitting across from her when I noticed her legs were spread slightly. I could see her light pink panties showing because of the short cut offs she was wearing. I had to casually place a pillow from the couch on my lap to cover the bulge that was quickly forming in my jeans. We went back to work and she asked if I would give her a hand with a curtain rod. She went to reach for one side of the rod and fell backwards. The good part was I was there to catch her. The bad part was I lost my balance and fell to the floor with her on top of me. Meghan laughed and said she was lucky to have a big strong man to catch her when she fell. Then Meghan said something that surprised me. She told me it felt good to have my arms around her like that when we were falling. Meghan then turned over, looked into my eyes and asked if I was ok. She also asked me in her young sexy voice if I was sore and might need a back massage. I didn’t care that my back was killing me. Those eyes, that voice and her scent made me melt. I answered, "Yes I think I might Meghan" Meghan smiled and said "Ok Mr. Andersen, I would love to give you one." I turned over so she could get at my aching back. My heart fluttered and I was feeling like you do when you take the downhill plunge on a roller coaster. My stomach was full of butterflies. I first told her she didn’t have to call me Mr. Andersen and asked her to call me Rick. She agreed and then bent down to the nape of my neck and gave me a soft kiss. I could feel her hard nipples press down against my back. Meghan told me both her mom and dad said that she gave great massages. She then proceeded the give me the deepest most seductive massage I had ever had. Every time she bent forward I could feel her breasts slowly moving up and then down my back. Her warm breath and the soft kisses on my neck and shoulders felt so good. She made my skin tingle with every touch. I could hardly speak when Meghan was done; she was like an artist that had worked me as if I were soft clay in her hands. "Was that ok Rick?" I had my head turned to one side and I could see she was smiling down at me but I could sense in her voice she wasn’t sure of herself. I managed to get out the words "yes that was really nice Meghan." Meghan then said that I was the first man she had ever kissed and told me she had only tried it a couple of times on one of her girlfriends. She had always loved the kissing scenes on television (mainly the daytime soaps) and learned a little from watching them. She then told me she was attracted to older guys and had fantasized about me often while masturbating. I could hardly believe what was happening here. This beautiful young girl had fantasies about me? I really didn’t think of myself as hot or stud like but only as average, although some of Jane’s friends that would stop by the house told her I had a nice ass. So here we were, me, at "the really feeling young right now" age of forty-one and Meghan at the young age of nineteen. I slowly turned over onto my back. The two of us looked into each other’s eyes and then she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine; her tongue sliding across my lips. I told her I hadn’t felt a kiss like that in a long time. In fact I hadn’t felt anything like this in a long while. I had a warm feeling all over me. Meghan told me that I was neglected by Jane and for a long time now she had longed to be in her place in bed beside me. She said she had secretly loved me for some time now and would like to give herself to me if I wanted her. I told her I would love to be with her but things like our age difference, her parents, and the stares from others (unless they thought she was my daughter) might be a problem. She told me in a soft but firm voice, as she cradled my cheeks with her soft hands, that she wanted to be mine and no one else’s. The look in her eyes said it all; she didn’t care what anyone thought. My mind was racing. I had so many thoughts going through my head I cold barely think straight. I did know one thing... I wanted to grasp this night and hold onto it forever. It was like a dream to me. A dream I hoped I would never awaken from. It was dark now and we had managed to get off the floor and make it to a large couch that used to be in the main house. It was a very comfortable thing that I just couldn’t get rid of when Jane replaced most of the furniture in our place so I put it in the place out back. Meghan started walking around the house turning all the lights off. When she got to where I was sitting on the couch I asked her, “What are you doing?” She told me she had found several candles in one of the kitchen cupboards and was going to set a romantic mood for us and have her first time with me be very special. With that she lit the candles then turned off the light next to me. A soft glow now lit the room as Meghan sat down next to me. She moved close and asked me to kiss her. I did and when my lips met hers I could feel her tense up but soon she started to relax and get comfortable in my arms. Her eyes were closed and she let out a soft moan of content. It was such a good feeling to be with her. I hadn’t felt like this for such a long time. I held her close as we kissed. We were so natural together, so relaxed. I could feel her soft skin thru the thin layer of cotton as I ran my hands up and down her back. Meghan wasn't wearing a bra and the feeling of her breasts against my chest was wonderful. I asked her about the bra and she told me that she was hoping I would notice that she wasn’t wearing one tonight. Meghan said she had hoped I would have noticed her so many times before now. Meghan's hoping had paid off. I was certainly noticing her tonight. How could I not notice what I had before me? She was everything I had ever dreamed about. Tonight my dreams were coming true. We kissed and ran our hands up and down each other’s bodies as we sat on the couch. I had that tingling feeling all over me. She was getting more aggressive as our passionate kissing continued and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues explored each others mouths in sensual swirls. We stopped for a moment and she asked if she did it right and I said, "Meghan, you’re doing everything right". Her roaming hand then felt the bulge in my jeans and she giggled. "Is that because of me Rick? Why don’t you let me unbutton your jeans so I can see it? I've never seen one in person, only in pictures." She unbuttoned my 505's and then slid down the zipper. My hard cock was stretching the fabric trying to get out of my boxers. She slowly pulled on the elastic and out sprang my erection. Again she giggled, this time with a more nervous tone in her voice. Meghan brought one of the candles over so she could get a better look. I watched her as she was getting her first close up of a dick. She had a rather curious look about her. She took her hand and touched the tip. It was wet with pre-cum and she said, "Cool Rick, you’re cum looks just like the shampoo I use" She wiped some from the tip with her finger and tasted it. I almost came right then but I managed to hold it back. She wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and then with a big smile she began to stroke me. With her other hand she cupped and massaged my balls. The faster she stroked the bigger her smile got. I was ready to come and she could sense it. "Are you going to cum now Rick? Before you do let me take my shirt and my shorts off. I want to try something I saw some girls do while I was watching HBO late one night. They each had a guy cum all over their breasts." Meghan sat the candle down and stopped stroking me. I loved what I saw when she removed her shirt. Her nineteen-year-old breasts were so... perky? I don't know how else to describe them but I couldn’t stop looking at them. Meghan started to stroke me again and with just a few moves of her hand I could feel myself starting to come. I held it back as long as I could and then arched my back and exploded. She was sitting right in front of me as I shot my load all over her tummy. A little hit her breasts and she said, "Watch this Rick, I saw one of those girls do this." Meghan took my warm cum and started to rub it all over her tummy and breasts, smiling the whole time. She sat back and slowly rubbed her breasts lightly pinching her nipples between her fingers. Her right hand then traced a path down to her thigh. She let out a soft moan as she slid her hand inside her panties and spread her pussy lips. Her hand brushed her clit on the way up as she brought it to her mouth. I could see her fingers dripping with her pussy juice, as she tasted herself. "Do you like watching me rub and play with myself Rick?" I told her the only thing better was having me do it for her. With that she leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs just wide enough for me to get a good look. The outlines of her swollen pussy lips were noticeable through her soaked panties. "Are you going to take my panties off and eat my wet pussy Rick? That was my cue. I got on my knees and had a perfect view of Meghan’s nicely trimmed patch of hair. I slowly kissed the soft skin inside of her thighs. I moved upwards closer to her pussy and could feel her warmth on my face. I wrapped my finger around the elastic of her panties and slid them down. As I removed them she opened her legs wider then placed her hands behind her knees and pulled them up to her chest. She was completely exposed to me now. I held her wet panties up to my nose and breathed in her scent. This was all driving me crazy and I had to have her. I placed a kiss right on her moist lips as I parted them with my fingers. I could feel Meghan shudder. My tongue had its first taste of Meghan’s juices and it was like sweet nectar. I couldn’t get enough and was lapping at her like a dog drinking water. I ran my tongue up and down her swollen lips but stopped just short of her clit. When I stuck my tongue into her entrance she started to move her hips and ground them into my face. As I slid it in further I could feel her start to shudder all over. Her ass came off the sofa and she was now pulling my face into her pussy by my hair. She had her first orgasm of the night and flooded my face with her hot cum. I licked and ate as much as I could but some of her sweetness escaped my mouth and ran down my chin. I caught it with my hand and rubbed it onto my chest She collapsed back into the couch and smiled. "I don’t know for sure what that was supposed to feel like Rick. That’s never been done to me until tonight but I think you’re very good at it. You must have had lots of practice." Eating Jane’s pussy was always a favorite of mine but she never enjoyed it like Meghan just had. I told her “You haven’t even felt the best part yet." With that I placed my face between her legs again and ran my tongue from the bottom of her warm slit very slowly up to her clit. I circled her swollen bud with my tongue several times. I could feel it swelling and throbbing against my lips. Meghan was moaning loader now as I sucked her clit into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. She began to hump my face furiously. Meghan started screaming, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck Rick! Don’t stop! Eat me and make me cum!" She came with twice the intensity of the first orgasm and was breathing heavily as she fell back into the couch. “I can’t believe that it could feel so good Rick. I've never felt anything like that in my life." We cuddled up on the couch and just sat there staring into each other’s eyes for a while. After about twenty minutes she looked at me and said "I'm ready Rick, I want to give myself to you." Meghan was now laying on the couch with a sultry look on her face and said, "I'm yours Rick, take me." I positioned myself between Meghan's thighs and prepared to enter her. I took my dick and placed it in the warmth of her pussy lips, moving it up and down covering the head with her juices. She moaned with each stroke I made. I placed the tip right on her clit and she almost jumped off the couch with excitement. When I rubbed the head in circles around her bud she couldn’t take it any longer. Meghan at Nineteen "Fuck me now Rick! I want you to fill me with your hard cock and make love to me!" I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and wiggled it around a little, teasing her. Meghan could hardly hold still long enough for me to enter her but I managed. She was tight, very tight. I felt a little resistance at first and she made a face like it hurt a little. I asked her if she was ok. "I'm fine now Rick, it feels so good to have you inside of me." I slid in a little further and was soon in to the base of my shaft. It felt good to have her warm pussy wrapped around me. I could feel her flex her vaginal muscles against my dick as I slowly started to fuck her. Meghan wrapped her legs around my back and was pulling me deep inside her. We were in a smooth rhythm soon and I could think of nothing besides pleasing her. I felt her pump hard against me as a wave of orgasms coursed thru her body. She was no longer moaning; it had turned to more of a muffled scream now. I told her not to hold anything back and to think of nothing else, only her orgasm and us making love to each other. Then she really let loose. "Fuck me Rick, fuck my tight pussy, oh yes fuck me good!!!!" she screamed. Meghan's whole body shuddered as she came. She dug her fingernails into my back but I hardly noticed as I was coming myself. I held it as long as I could and then filled her with my warm cum. She hugged me hard as I had the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. We both went limp on the couch; the only noise we made was that of our heavy breathing. My dick was starting to get soft inside her. She was making the sweetest sounding moans as I pulled out. Her pussy oozed with our juices mixed together. We lay there for about ten minutes just enjoying each other and then drifted off to sleep. I woke up early the next morning with Meghan asleep in my arms. She looked so content and let out a soft sigh as she slept. I watched this beautiful girl, gently pressed my lips to hers and then drifted off to sleep again feeling truly contented for the first time in years. Meghan Ch. 02 Jeremy After that night at her condo I had an almost permanent erection. I could not stop thinking about it, what had happened. On the one hand I was mortified but on the other it was the most exciting thing I had ever done in my life. And you know what? The heck with being mortified. I've had a lifetime of being told to be good, to love and honor our Lord Jesus Christ, to maintain the purity of my body for the sanctity of holy matrimony. That's good but ... Three or four days later she calls me again. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" "Um, nothing." "Why don't you come over." "Yeah, OK, sure," I stammered ... I mean this was the woman to whom I'd exposed myself. And a lot more. "About seven?" And she hung up. She's always doing that. Hanging up in that kind of abrupt way. It's rather disconcerting. ---------------------------------- I got there at five to seven. "My God," she said, "you're on time." Blushing as usual and taken aback by her blasphemy, I almost missed the remark about timeliness. You are supposed to be on time; the 'politeness of kings' Mother always says. But I guessed that she probably didn't want to hear what Mother thought of things. Indeed, I really didn't want to introduce Mother into any conversation with her; who knew where she might take it. Once again she was dressed in jeans and a button-down white shirt. This time she didn't ask me what I wanted to drink she simply said: "pour us a couple of glasses of wine, would you?" nodding at the drinks cabinet. Again, we went out onto the balcony and, again, she did that silent toast thing and, again, I took a sip to be polite. It actually tasted pretty good. I felt rather sophisticated. "So Jeremy, tell me about your love life." I blushed and sort of coughed in embarrassment. "I really don't have much of one." Now that was the absolute truth. "Why not? You're a good looking guy, good job. Pleasant, decent all that kind of thing. I'd figure half the girls in your office would be happy to get into your pants." I sort of laughed but couldn't think of anything to say. "Well? She demanded, "no girl? When was the last time you had a girl?" "Um, in college. I dated a girl in college." "OK, did she have a name?" "Yes ... um, Mary Jo." "So did you and Mary Jo fool around a lot?" "No ma'am. No we didn't do anything. Well, we held hands and, um, we sort of kissed goodnight, you know." "That's it? You kissed goodnight? How long did you date this girl?" "Um, two years or so." "And you never got beyond kissing goodnight? You never made out in the back of a car, never groped her tits, never put your cock in her hand, never put a couple of fingers in her pussy, never did anything?" She asked this in a rising tone of voice, sounding quite incredulous. "No ma'am. It was the honor system and, of course, we had the chaperone." "Don't fucking call me ma'am. What do you mean a chaperone. Where the fuck did you go to school?" I told her. And sort of explained the system, the rules and all that. She was shaking her head in disbelief when I finished. "So are you virgin, Jeremy?" "Oh, yes ma'...yes, I am" "You're twenty three and a virgin and you sound almost happy about it. Jesus Christ." I wanted to tell her not to blaspheme, but figured that was not going to sit too well, so I didn't. "OK, you've a virgin. I can buy that, I guess. So what have you done?" "Ma'... er, done?" "Yeah, what have you done with a girl? Have you ever groped a girl, been jerked off, sucked off, all the normal things that people do? Tell me what you've done." Those were 'normal' things? I told her the truth; I'd done none of that. "Not even in high school before you went to weirdo U?" "I didn't go to high school. We were all home-schooled." "Jesus. America's most deprived." We sat in silence for a minute then she finished her drink and stood up. "Finish your drink, let's go." I swallowed the rest of the wine, which was really tasting pretty good now that I'd gotten used to it, and followed her. This time we didn't stop in the living room but went into the bedroom. "Take off your shoes, we're going to watch a movie." With that, she got on the bed, sitting upright against the back, waited for me to get on alongside her and clicked a remote. Same as before, a screen slid up from a sort of chest at the foot of the bed. "You comfortable?" she asked and not waiting for a reply - I was feeling real uncomfortable - clicked the remote again to start a movie. This time, it wasn't a home movie and she seemed to start it somewhere in the middle, a scene of a dark-haired girl being driven in a chauffeured car at night. "I've cut out some of the early stuff, too choppy, boring. We'll just watch the good stuff" she said, matter-of-factly. The lights were very dim in her bedroom but I easily see her. She looked perfectly calm and collected; she could have been sitting at her desk. Me, I felt really tense. I kind of knew that this was going to be a porn movie. I wanted to watch it but already I was blushing again and my penis was hardening, even before anything happened. The scene shifted and the girl, now naked, was being led into a large room. In the middle of the room was a sort of dais, like a very large bed. On the bed was another woman, blonde and also naked. Around the room were several couples, all dressed and all wearing masks. The girl was led to the dais. After that it became a bit of a blur. The blonde arranged the other girl in a kneeling position, then a man appeared, naked with an erect penis. The blonde showed the other girl what she wanted her to do ... handle the man's cocks, play with it while the blonde, the man, and the audience watched intently. Within a few seconds of this, my cock was as hard as the guy in the movie. I tried to keep still but it was difficult. "You like it? she whispered, turning to face me. "Yeah" was all I could say. Still looking at me, she put her hand in my lap and felt the outline of my cock. I gasped. "Oh my, you really do like it, don't you?" I could only nod; my mouth was too dry to say anything. She removed her hand and went back to watching the movie. After several minute, during which the girl had started licking and mouthing the guy's cock, I felt Meghan's hand once more in my lap. "Oh I think you need to get more comfortable. Don't you?" I nodded again, but didn't move. I wasn't sure what she wanted although I had a pretty good idea. "Well, why don't you loosen your pants, Jeremy." I didn't need a lot of urging. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped. She put her hand inside my pants and felt me. I was about ready to come right then. "Take your clothes off." I did. "And your socks." I took them off and resumed my place alongside her. "Here's what's going to happen, Jeremy. You are not to touch yourself, until I say so. Do you understand?" "Y-y-yes" And so I lay there, stark naked alongside this cool, elegant, fully dressed woman with my cock sticking out as stiff and hard as I've ever known it. "Would you like me to touch you?" "Y-yes." "Say please ... please Meghan, touch my cock." "P-please Meghan, t-touch my cock." And she did. She stroked it slowly up and down with her cool, soft, small hand. "Do you like that?" "Ohmigosh, yes." "Don't say 'Ohmigosh' Jeremy, that's infantile. I want you to say "Oh, fuck, yes. Will you say that for me?" "Yes I will ... er, oh f-fuck, yes." "Good boy." And she took her hand off my cock and went back to watching the movie. By now, the girl had the guy's cock in her mouth and was masturbating him with one hand while the other clasped his buttocks. He was swaying into while her mouth took his cock as it slid back and forth. After a minute or so he pushed her head away, took hold of his cock, jerked off rapidly and shot his semen all over her chest. She looked him right in the eyes as he came and, when he had finished, she sucked the end of his cock for a second or two. As she watched this, Meghan would, from time to time, put her hand on my cock and slowly stroke it up and down. I thought I was going to pass out I wanted to come so badly. At one time she felt the pre-come on the end of my cock and, absently, licked it off her fingers. After the girl had finished sucking the guy he left and, almost immediately, another guy appeared, naked as the first. When the second guy came out, Meghan started to unbutton her shirt. That done, she stroked my cock again and then unbuttoned her jeans. "Need to get comfortable," she murmured and started to play with her breasts. The second guy had his cock played with and sucked but instead of letting the woman finish him with her mouth, her turned her onto her knees, positioned himself behind her and slowly, very slowly, the blonde girl guided his cock into the other girl. By this juncture, Meghan had done some serious handling of her breasts and had played frequently between her legs. Saying nothing, she stripped off her shirt and shucked out of her jeans and panties, throwing them off the bed. "Don't you want to look? she said. I did, gazing at her body, her breasts, her hairy sex. She was petite and beautiful. "Do you want to touch me?" "Y-yes." "You can't. Remember what I said, you can never touch me. But, I'll let you do one thing, just this once. I'll let you put your fingers in me. Would you like that?" "Ohmi ... oh, fuck, yes." "I want you to say it Jeremy, I want you say 'please can I put my fingers in your cunt'. That's what I want you to say, Jeremy, 'please can I put my fingers in your cunt." "P-please can I put my fingers in your cunt" "Yes." "Good. Now, do it like this." She held up two fingers and put them put them between her legs, slid them into herself, moved them a bit, slowly, and withdrew them. She held the fingers up to my mouth and I smelled her muskiness. "Suck them clean" And I did. My first taste of a woman. For a second I was so overwhelmed that I forgot about my cock. "Now you do it." And I did, feeling the heat and the wetness and gently moving my fingers a little to explore the fleshiness. It was the most fabulous sensation I'd ever had. After I'd sucked my fingers clean, she played with my cock for a few strokes then said: "I want you to watch me." And she started to masturbate, playing slowly with her nipples and moving her fingers in and out of her sex and every so often making little circular motions on the top of it. Her breathing got a little louder, she began to pant and her torso started contracting and thrusting, She slid down the bed and turned sideways. "Get behind me," she panted, "kneel behind me, right behind my head". I did as she asked, my rigid cock touching her hair. "Now," she said, "now jerk off, come over me. Quick, I'm coming, c'mon, fucking come, give it to me you little fuck...oh, fuck, fuck, f-f-fuuuuuck." And just before she came I ejaculated over her face, some getting as far as her chest, her left breast. Some seemed to land in her open mouth, which she ignored in her loud, panting orgasm. I pumped the last drops out onto her hair. Meghan This kid was something else. He'd never been with a woman. I mean c'mon. This is America. Can you imagine how weird his life has been? But, given what I want him for, you can't get a tabula any rasa than that. I pulled his chain a few times, making him drink again and saying 'God' and 'Jesus Christ' a few times, then making him swear a few times. Pretty soon he'll be acting like a regular guy. He was pretty good, doing as he was told, not touching himself. And he was very good at the end, coming really nicely all over me, just like Daddy. An excellent climax. After a while I told him to come and take a shower. We've got a huge shower, multiple heads, that sort of thing. You could probably get half a dozen people in there if you had the urge. I turned it on and led him in. His cock was half flaccid by now, which was fine by me. We both stood under the jets and while his eyes were closed and his head held up to get the water all over him I shampooed my hair and soaped up and cleaned off the rest of me. When I opened my eyes I could see him checking me out. I took the soap and told him to turn his back to me. I soaped his back and arms and then knelt down and did the same to his legs. As I moved up, I soaped his ass and then ran my soapy fingers under his ass to touch his balls. He staggered forward a little bit and leant against the tiles as I played with him. When I turned him around, his cock was rigid again. I soaped his face, arms and chest and, again, knelt down to do his legs. His cock was inches from my face. "You'd like to put it in my mouth, wouldn't you?" I said, looking up at him, his stiff cock right in front of my eyes. "Yes ... but I know you're just teasing." "Not teasing, Jeremy, teaching. Establishing the rules. I make them and you enjoy." This said, I stood, close to him but just far enough away that his cock didn't touch me. I'm not that tall and he was clearly over six feet and in really good shape. He looked good with the water running over us and I took another opportunity to reinforce the lesson. Soaping my hands, I washed his cock, using both hands to slide up and down its horizontal shaft. As I did so, I kept looking up into his eyes. He started to pant and thrust his hips forward, like I was jerking him off but not doing it right. I took my hands off his cock and put them on his chest. "Keep still, this is just a friend helping you get nice and clean. Not a friend playing with your cock. You know that you have to play with your own cock, don't you Jeremy?" He panted and nodded. "Do you want to play with your cock again Jeremy?" He blushed - the first time in a while - and shook his head. I smiled at him and walked out of the shower to towel off. He came out a few seconds later, his cock drooping. After he had dried and dressed, we had another glass of wine, drank mainly in silence and then I stood and wished him a good night. He got the message and left. I called Elizabeth and told her it was ok to come home. Meghan Ch. 03 Meghan I need to keep raising the bar. I've gone from making him jerk off in front of me to lying naked next to me through a porno movie, watching me masturbate, and then making him jerk off over me as I came, a la Daddy. Most importantly, he's trained now to know that he cannot touch me, but I can touch him. He's definitely getting into the sex but, then, how hard was that going to be? Next stop on our journey: 'The Lotus', which will be a natural lead-in for him to meet Elizabeth. Jeremy She'd told me to meet her in a hotel bar in the city, which I did. We had a glass of wine then took a cab across midtown. The cab stopped in front of a brownstone with a small brass plate near the door, which I couldn't read. We walked up the step and, I saw that the plate simply said 'The Lotus'. She rang the bell. After a second, the speakerphone said: "Hello" and she simply said: "Meghan." The door clicked open and we went in. The place was very oriental looking, with red and gold predominating, a smell of delicate incense and the soft tinkling sounds of Chinese-like music. A middle-aged Asian woman was waiting for us. She smiled and bowed slightly and said "please, follow me," with just the touch of an accent. We followed her down the hall and, at the end, near the back of the house I guessed, opened a door and put her hand out to indicate that we should enter. The room was dimly lit but retained the oriental atmosphere of the hallway, down to the music and the incense. In the middle, side by side, were two massage tables, draped in white sheets with accompanying pillows. "You have requested two ladies, is that correct?" "Yes," said Meghan. The woman bowed slightly and left us. When she had gone I asked Meghan: "what is this place?" "What does it look like, it's a massage spa ... for couples" Huh. After a very brief interval, there was a soft knock on the door and, a second or two later, it opened and two pretty, young Asian women came in, both dressed in pink tunics, rather like nurses. They almost looked like twins. They both smiled and bowed, just like the other woman. "We do steam room first?" said one of them. "Please," said Meghan. "You come to dress room." Said the talking one, and took us through the other door in the room, which led to a small hallway and another three doors. Unlike the main room, which was carpeted, this hall was tiled. She opened one of the doors, and showed us into a small room with a couple of chairs and an open closet with hangars. "You undress, please." Pointing, she said "safe" then she handed us two bath towels and left. "So what are we doing?" I asked. "We're going to sit in the steam room for a while, then we're going to have a table shower and then we'll finish with a massage." "What's a table shower?" "You'll see. Take your clothes off." And she calmly proceeded to strip. She hung up her jeans and the ever-present white shirt and placed her panties on one of the chairs. With total indifference to my presence she finally wrapped herself in the towel, covering herself from above her chest almost down to her knees. "Give me your wallet, keys and watch," she said. "Huh?" "Your valuables. I'm going to put them in the safe." I gave her my stuff and watched her put them, together with her own, into the safe. She twiddled the dial, did something, closed the safe door and spun the dial, locking the thing. While she was doing this I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist, grateful that it was thick enough to keep my semi-hard on, firmly in place. I mean, I'm not used to casually undressing with women. It affects me. I'd barely got the towel on, when there was a soft knock on the door and our talking friend was back. "You ready?" In the hallway was her companion who led us to one of the other doors. She opened it and cloud of steam came out. Meghan led the way in, and gracefully relinquished her towel to one of the girls as she did so. The other girl put her hand on the back of my towel and I left it behind. The door closed and there we were: in a small room billowing in steam. Meghan's voice brought me to the far side which had a wooden bench from wall to wall. Meghan was sitting on it, legs splayed, calmly nude. I sat next to her. Luckily, my penis did not spring to attention; it just lay there - a bit larger than normal, but not really embarrassing. We just sat there, saying nothing and not moving. After a short time I could feel the sweat starting to break out. After about five minutes or so, I was really sweating. I looked at her and saw that she was the same way. Another five minutes or so and I was dripping wet and my erection a distant memory. Just when I was starting to feel faint, the door opened and one of the girls said: "You come." Meghan again led and stepped out, buck naked into the hallway. The girl handed her a towel, which she wrapped herself in. The other girl, apparently quite indifferent to this large, sweaty, naked male right in front of her, gave me a towel, which she watched me wrap around before leading the way to another door. This new room was not huge but was large enough to contain a tiled table about the size of a single bed, a teak chair and two large sinks. "Lady go first?" said our talker. "Sure," said Meghan, pointing me to the chair, which stood at the foot of the tiled table. I felt exhausted after all that steam and gratefully sat. Meghan stood by the bed while both girls, put on rubber boots and, using small wooden pails, sloshed water over the table. Meghan took off her towel and handed it to one of the girls. She looked totally at ease. I was beginning to get nervous. Both girls stood by as Meghan got on the bed face down. "You want hair wet?" "No," she murmured, her head turned to one side flat on the table. One of the girls poured a little water on her. "Water warm, OK?" asked the talker. Meghan nodded 'yes' and they both started to dip and pour water all over her. After she was good and wet, they both took some soap and started washing Meghan by simply rubbing her body with their soapy hands. Acting in unison, they washed her hands, carefully doing each finger, then the arms and on to her shoulders. The hands ran all over Meghan's back and then down to her ass, both girls taking turn to spread her cheeks and rub their hand up and down the crack. Ohmigosh, they're going to do the same to me. I started to get scared. Having finished the ass they each did a leg, finishing up with a careful soaping of the toes. Meghan was now covered in soap suds which they removed by sloshing water all over her, being careful to avoid her hair. As they sloshed both of them ran their hands over her body, chasing off the suds and, again, both of them ran a wet hand up and down the crack of her ass. Satisfied that she was suds free, the talker said: "you turn over, please." She did so and I'm looking straight up her legs at her sex and then her breasts. My little friend started to rise up. I tried to think of the last set of accounting standards that I had read. Anything to stop that erection happening. Meanwhile, our two friends were sloshing water over her again. When that was done they both lathered their hands and started doing her toes. Then up her legs. Ohmigosh. Two pairs of hands casually rubbed soap into her groin, getting her bush nice and soapy. Then they carried on up across her belly to her breasts, which they casually lathered, two-handed; one girl to each breast. In spite of Meghan's show of cool, I saw that her nipples quickly got hard as those little, wet hands played over them. After that they finished the rest of her off but each girl, every now and then, slid a hand back to a breast or between Meghan's legs. They finished soaping her by, again, rubbing her whole body and, again, paying good attention to her groin and her breasts. All this time I was frantically trying to think of other things in a somewhat losing battle against an erection. Finally they were done. The sloshed water over her, again and again and, when satisfied, the talker said: "OK, you stand up now." Meghan swung off the table, and stood by the side. One girl toweled her back and one her front, each squatting down to do her legs. That done, one of them handed her a towel and she wrapped up. "Your turn," she said. Luckily, I was only semi-hard so I managed to get onto the table and lie face down; I still needed to put my hand down there to get my cock to lie right. Nobody seemed to notice or, probably, care. The water was pleasantly warm and the hands felt wonderful. If it weren't for this sex thing, it really could have been a very relaxing thing. As they moved down my back, I tensed and then felt the delicate touch of a small hand sliding up and down the crack of my ass and soaping me up. I mean, whoa! That got my cock's attention. By the time they had finished my back, watered me down and told me turn over, I was just a little bit hard, but it was manageable. That ended in a rush when the first pair of hands slid up and down my cock. I got really stiff. Glancing at the girls, neither one of them looked the least interested in my erection even though, as I was watching, one of them soaped it, yet again, with two hands. While she was doing that, the other was soaping my balls, which must have been exceptionally unclean, for she did it again and again. I could just about see Meghan, at the foot of the table. She was smiling happily. After that, it was more water sloshing and numerous needs to make sure that no suds lingered anyway near my cock or between my legs. My serious erection was touched and handled and touched again. A few more minutes of that I would probably have come. Eventually they were done and I stood up to be toweled dry. As one of them crouched in front of me, drying my legs, my stiff cock bobbed in her face. She just ignored it, except to pat it dry with her towel. All nice and dry and wrapped in our towels back we all trooped to the original room. Meghan took the talking girl to one side and talked very quietly to her for brief while, asked her a question and got a couple of rapid nods in affirmation. That done, Meghan climbed up onto one of the massage tables and lay face down, relinquishing her towel to one of the girls. "Get up on the table, face down," she said to me. I did so carefully, again having to adjust my cock to make lying face down comfortable. We were lying alongside one another about three feet apart. Each girl poured some oil onto her hands, rubbed them together to warm the oil and, in unison, started on our shoulders; one girl each. My girl really knew her stuff and, from what I could see, Meghan's was equally as good. I mean these girls were professionals. I'd had massages before, from the male attendants at the gym after wrestling matches, but they were not in this league. The massaging went on for some time - probably fifteen minutes or so and proved to be remarkably non-sexual. I mean I felt her hands on my ass and up and down my thighs, but she made no attempt to do anything but give me a vigorous massage. It was really good, but I was beginning to worry that I might have to turn over; I'd never had to do that with the guys at the gym. When she finished with my toes, my girl removed her hands. I could see that Meghan's girl finished at the same time. Then Meghan's girl moved and I saw her nod across to my girl. At that, I felt a delicate stroking hand fluttering up and down my upper thighs. I saw that Meghan was getting a similar treatment. The effect on me was immediately arousing and I wiggled my legs apart to give her more access. Her hand went right between my legs and touched and fluttered around my balls. My cock was stiff so I raised my ass off the table to give my cock room. The little hand moved onto my cock playing with it from the back. My ass went even higher and her hand was now sliding up and down my shaft. "Turn over," she said - it was the talking one. I turned over. My cock was standing upright. Meghan had also turned and she was looking at me. My girl idly stroked my cock while Meghan's girl stroked Meghan's nipples with one hand while gently rubbing her between the legs with the other. As I watched, both girls took their hands away and pulled off their tunics. They were both naked. Meghan said: "you can do anything you want to them; fuck them; have them suck you off; watch them do each other or just let them give you a hand job." I blinked rapidly. I couldn't believe I was actually going to fuck a girl for the first time. Meghan broke my reverie: "when I say 'you can' I meant that in a general sense; I should have said 'one can'. Unfortunately, you can't. But I am going to give you a taste of what 'one' could do. Just remember, you don't come until I say so. Understood?" "Y-yeah." As she was talking, her girl had kept playing with her body, now, of course, with the added sensuality of the girl being as nude as Meghan. My equally nude girl had contented herself with running her hand gently up and down my thigh. "OK," said Meghan, starting to look slightly affected by the ministrations of her nude friend, "She's going to let you experience what a blow job feels like, but don't you move and don't you dare come. You can, by the way, fondle her as much as you like. That you can do today." Oh fuck, fuck, she was going to put my cock in her mouth. And I could touch her. The girl got onto my table and straddled my legs. She then leaned over me, her hair brushing softly against my thighs, opened her mouth and closed her lips on my cock. She then held my cock with one hand and moved her head slowly up and down, while her hand gently and slowly moved up and down my cock. She only did this three or four times before stopping. I think that was just as well because my heart was beating like I'd just run a marathon. "Was that nice?" said Meghan, who was sounding a little short of breath herself. I could only nod. "Now me," she said to her girl. The girl nodded, went to the foot of Meghan's table leaned forward, placed a hand on each thigh and gently opened Meghan's legs. "Watch her lick me," said a breathy Meghan, "and play with that girl of yours while you watch." The girl put her tongue out and buried her face between Meghan's legs. While I watched Meghan move her thighs to the rhythm of the girls tongue, my girl scooted up my legs to straddle my thighs, just six inches or so south of my twitching cock. She leaned forward and I put a hand up to touch her breasts. She smiled and nodded happily. Then she took my other hand and placed it between her legs. Fuuuck - I was feeling pussy again and I sort of knew what to do; I slid a couple of fingers in her and she started to rock back and forth like she was fucking my fingers, smiling dreamily. Meghan's breathing was getting louder. "Watch me come," she panted and I did. She wasn't as loud as before, but she clearly had had an orgasm. My girl had also watched her come and was now moving a little faster herself on my fingers. Her cunt felt very wet. After a while, Meghan kind of shifted onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. Her girl was now standing behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders. "I think it's about time you actually tried a modest fuck," Meghan whispered, "Don't you?" Again, I couldn't speak, I just nodded. My girl stopped rocking back and forth and moved my hand away from her pussy. "Keep still," warned my tormentor, "don't you move at all." At that my girl raised her hips off my thighs, leaned forward to put her left hand on the table, took hold of my cock with her other hand and guided it to the outer lips of her cunt. She rubbed my cock a couple of times to lubricate it, I guess, then slowly lowered herself onto me. Jesus fucking Christ I had my cock in a girl! Shit! Fuck! It felt phenomenal, hot, wet, muscular in a soft way. Fucking heaven, man. The girl raised herself very, very slowly and slid almost off my cock then she sank down again, held it for a few beats and slid up and off. I'd just had my first fuck. Sort of. 'Was that nice?" Fucking stupid question. Of course it was. But I just nodded, panting and wanting desperately to ejaculate. "Would you like to come now?" "Yeah ... please let me come. Please." "Well you know what I want you to do, don't you?" I must of looked baffled because she raised an eyebrow. Then the penny dropped. "Jerk off over you?" "What a clever little man you are. Come and do it - when I say so." And she beckoned my girl to come to her table, where Meghan again opened her legs and pointed my girl to get between them. She did, and started lapping away as the other girl ran her hands over Meghan's body while Meghan put some fingers in the girl and masturbated her. She started to grunt and move her hips. "Get over here," she panted, "stand behind me ... do it now, c'mon do it, do it, oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck." And just like before, to the now familiar sounds of her orgasm, I shot my come over her face and breasts, one hand pumping my cock while the other supported me on the table. As I swayed there panting, the last drops fell onto her hair - again. We'd both come, but the two girls had not. Meghan had them stand in front of us and masturbate. The first one came with quiet little cries of "ai, ai ..." The other one took longer until the first girl started sucking her nipples, then she came, with short, panting breaths. By the end of that, my cock was hard again. This prompted the talker to point at it and say, to Meghan, "you want fuck?" Needless to say, she shook her head. After a while, one of the girls went out and came back with some steaming towels. They used a couple to wipe off the drying semen gracing Meghan, and, that done, another couple to clean my cock, which promptly stood up, yet again. Once again, the talker questioned Meghan: "you want us to do?". "Sure," said my buddy, "jerk him off." And so I lay down and watched as the two of them put oil in their palms and, in four-handed harmony, began to stroke my cock; two handed by the first girl while the other fondled my balls, then they switched roles. Back and forth, two sets of hands played with my cock, while I played with two sets of breasts, two asses and two soft little cunts. I came pretty quickly, considering it was my second performance of the evening, with a modest amount of semen that they gently wiped off with their steamed towels. Shortly after, we dressed, retrieved our stuff from the safe and then sat down in the dressing room while the two girls, now dressed again in their smocks, served us green tea. It's pretty surreal being served tea by two girls who bow as they hand you the cup, cradled in hands that only fifteen minutes earlier had been jerking you off. I slept well that night. Meghan The first time I went to The Lotus was with John, of course. That first time he'd ordered two women but, after that, he'd usually order one of each: a girl for him and a guy for me. He loved watching other guys do me. And, since I'd made the major mistake of telling him about my father's little quirk, he loved to see guys jerk off over my face. So, inevitably, that's how the sessions would end. What he never really figured out was that I got seriously turned on by the Daddy thing, even after I gave up fucking guys I still wanted the facials from time to time. Anyway, I had a good time with Jeremy. I especially liked letting him feel a mouth on his cock, followed by a tiny piece of pussy. Even better, the sap obeyed me and kept still while she sucked and fucked him. I have totally got him trained, I think. Next time, with Elizabeth, I'll let him do a little bit more. Meghan Ch. 04 Jeremy Meghan has somehow now got into the habit of making little demands on me, sort of ordering me around, like I'm some kind of admin assistant or something. Last Tuesday she had me go to a gourmet shop, way over town, and buy her a half pound of Caerphilly cheese - which I'd never heard of - and take it to her doorman. On Sunday she calls, right after I got back from church, telling me to be in the parking lot of the mall at five where, she said, she might need to call me to pick up something for her; I was there but never heard from her - and I stayed until ten, when the mall closed. Tonight she calls, all business, and with her usual lack of small talk says: "I need you to pick something up for me." I know better than to ask any questions: "Yes, of course." "Write this address down: twenty-eight ..." "I'm sorry ... I need to get something to write on." "Jeremy, you are an irritating little shit. Weren't you a boy scout? Be prepared and all that? Go and get the damned stuff." I hurried to the kitchen where and my shopping list pad: "OK, sorry, got it." "Twenty-eight fifty-two Bruton, the basement store. You got that?" "Yes: 'Twenty-eight fifty-two Bruton, the basement store'. Right now or what?" "Don't ask me questions; I find it very irritating. Have you got that, Jeremy?" "Yes, Meghan. I'm sorry." "There will be a parcel there. Pick it up at six, tomorrow, and bring it to me at my place at eight. Got that?" "Yes, six, tomorrow, for eight," I quietly parroted. She hung up. Meghan I'm actually having a blast doing this 'mistress' thing. It was Bec's idea. "You need to train him to submit," she said, "so you can train him, later on, to act." "Huh?", was my articulate response, "you mean, like, I'm going to put on black leather and high heeled boots and all?" "No Shug, that's amateur hour, play-acting stuff. You're going to control him properly." "Like how?" "What is it that he - that any friggin' male - wants, above all else?" "Sex." "Right. So you give him the kind of sex that he could only dream of." "I'm not going to fuck him." "I know, we talked about that. But Elizabeth could. You said she still liked it." It's true. Even though Elizabeth and I have been together almost two years now, she still likes to do a man every now and then. I say 'a man', but it's always Armando. That suits me because our deal is that we always do it as a three-some. Actually, that's kind of misleading. The three of us get on the bed, but Armando doesn't touch me. I just do my thing while they do theirs. The reality is, of course, that I love it: it really turns me on to watch and, added bonus, Armando is really sweet about doing my little daddy thing for me; he understands that. So I get a good turn-on and a facial. Not a bad deal. "Yeah, she still likes it ... but I don't want her getting too much of it, you know what I mean?" "Of course, Shug. But, you know, if you play it right you get him to prefer jerking off to most anything else. You know what I mean." "Give him little shows, you mean? Get him into 'watching' rather than doing?" "Yeah, you've got it: 'I created a voyeur' type thing. You only have to do it until you can trust him to go out and do your bidding, like we talked about. Find his own little virgins to fuck up." "OK, so he gets great sex. That's it? That's going to make him my little submissive?" "It'll sure go a long way to keeping that boy on a leash, but you need to do more. You need to get him used to taking orders, to doing what you want, outside of sex. You've got to get make him one hundred percent obedient, twenty-four seven." "OK, I can buy that. What sort of orders?" "Trivial things ... but don't forget to mix in the sex stuff as well. For instance, you always, always, forbid him to come until you say so. You gotta program him so that he wouldn't dream of finishing himself off until you give permission. That's when he's with you off course. But, when he's not with you, you make him do things like, er, pick up some groceries and bring them to your doorman - menial stuff. Or, maybe, tell him to be somewhere at some specified time in case you need to call on him; and then don't call - let him just sit there, scared to leave in case you do call. Don't be asking him 'nicey, nicey' to do things: tell him what to do like you're dealing with some flunky. Make sure that he like totally understands that, if he wants to keep enjoying this phenom sex, he must obey. 'Obey' is the key word." "Gotcha. I like it." "Now Shug, I know you can play the bitch really well but now and then you've got to be nice. It's like training a puppy: you start off by telling it to 'sit' and giving it a treat every time it does so. Then every other time, then every third time, and so on until he slams his butt on the floor every time, treat or no. But, in the beginning, you've got to keep those treats close at hand." "Got it. Train him like a dog. I love it. What a delicious bitch you are." "Years of dealing with assholes, Shug. Too many years. Oh, one last thing on the training: you've got to work really hard at getting him to keep his hands off his pecker when he's not with you. That way, eventually, you're his only sexual outlet. When you've got him there, you've got him trained. He's yours." Jeremy Promptly at six, having had to explain to Mr. Stevens that I had an appointment and could I leave ten minutes early, I arrived at the address I'd been given. It was a lady's underwear store, which kind of worried me, but, even worse, it was the sign in the window: 'Closed', even though there were lights on. Painted on the window, gold on black, was the store's name: 'Intime'. Had they screwed up the spacing, or what? Next to the sign was a bell-push. I pushed, heard it ring and then, thank heavens, heard footsteps. The door opened and a woman looked at me and said: "yes?" "Um ... I'm supposed to pick up a parcel for ...er Miss Hughes." She looked at me, in a somewhat clinical way, then held the door open for me to enter, which I did. She closed the door behind us and led the way. I followed. We passed isolated displays of very flimsy looking underwear in every color but white. I started blushing. Fuck; I hate that I do that. She ducked behind a counter and brought out the sort of little paper bag that you get from these high-end stores, all in black with the name 'Intime' on it in gold. She put it on the counter and said: "here." She was really good looking, sort of oriental, but not totally, yet with the lightest blue eyes. Her almost black hair was cut short in kind of a spiky, edgy way, which fitted in with her funky kind of outfit. "Do you like underwear?" she asked, in a slight, foreign accent with overtones of huskiness. I blushed even more. Fuck! "Um ... well, er, sure, I guess." "You are blushing." "Um, I guess, I-I'm a little out of my depth in this kind of place." "Ah, yes," that accent again, "a woman's place. I understand." I was so grateful for that bone of compassion that I ventured to ask: "why don't you spell 'in time' with a space?" She looked blankly at me with those slightly oriental, blue eyes and raised an eyebrow: "in time?" "Yeah," and I pointed at the bag. She smiled, then giggled: "ann team" she said - or at least that's what it sounded like, "it's French. For 'intimate'. "Oh," was my witty comeback as my total lack of worldliness was exposed. ----------------------------------- Elizabeth He was kind of cute. Not hot, like Armando, but a nice, clean American boy. Of course I will do whatever Meghan asks - she will have me fuck him no doubt. But I had asked what he was like for I do not wish to fuck a pig, no? So Meghan suggested sending him around to the store so I could see him incognito. "Besides," she had said, "it will give him a chance to check you out and get his little fantasies going. Kind of like priming the pump." This is typical Meghan: always finding the angle. Jeremy Right on the second of eight, I rang Meghan's doorbell. She opened it and I noticed that, for once, she wasn't wearing jeans: she had on a loose, fairly long, black skirt. Neither was she wearing her customary white button-down. Instead she wore a baggy, grey, long-sleeved top - kind of like an oversized t-shirt. I handed her the Intime bag, which she took without a word, and followed her in to the living room. The room looked the same as last time except that the coffee table between the sofas was missing. She sat down on one of the sofas: "get yourself a drink," she directed. I poured myself a glass of wine, she pointed to the sofa opposite her and I sat. She did that silent toasting thing again and we drank. "What would you like to do?" She asked in a pleasant voice - as if we were equals and I could take charge of the evening. Right. "Um ... whatever you want," said I as my cock started to demonstrate its independence. She looked at me with that calm, steady, unnerving look of hers. "That's not very innovative. Is it, Jeremy?" "No, I guess it, er, isn't really. Well, how about ... um, watching a movie?" I plaintively and lamely asked. "You mean a porno movie don't you, Jeremy? You'd like to watch a nice porno movie so you could get nice and hard so you could jerk off. You'd like to do that wouldn't you?" "Yes." "And would you like come over my face?" My cock was already stiff: "Y-yes." She smiled and changed the subject: "Did you enjoy our little massage the other week?" "Yes. Yes, I really did." "You did, didn't you? And did you like playing with those girls?" "Yes." "Better than jerking off alone with me?" "Oh ... no. No, really." "Good. I'd like to think that. Which reminds me: do you jerk off a lot at home these days?" "Yeah, I really do." "Well I want you to stop doing that. I don't want you playing with yourself unless you're with me. Will you do that for me. Jeremy? Only jerk off when you're with me?" Man. I mean, you know, I used to jerk off before I met her maybe once a week or so but now, I'm wanting to do it like three times a day. I just have to think about her and I get a hard-on. "Um, I'll try." "No, Jeremy I don't want you to 'try' I want you do it. I want you to promise me that you won't jerk off unless you are with me. "I'll promise but, you know ..." I looked beseechingly at her, hoping she would take pity or, at least, let me know that she understood my quandary. She gave no indication, just looked at me with those smoky, green eyes. Oh, fuck, fuckity fuck: "I promise." "Good, now I'd like you to meet a friend of mine." As she said this, the bedroom door, which had been ajar, opened and in walked the woman from 'Intime'. "This is Elizabeth. I think you've already met." I must have looked totally confused, which I was. Not only was this the woman from the underwear store, but she was dressed in Meghan's standard outfit: blue jeans and a white button-down Oxford and, being about Meghan's size, looked very much like her, in terms of the body anyway. "Uh, yeah ... hi," I stammered as I jumped to my feet, wondering why I'd gone to the store not two hours ago to fetch a bag that this woman could easily have brought. Don't think. She came over to me and held out her hand, which I awkwardly shook. I have never gotten used to shaking women's hands; it doesn't seem natural somehow. "Elizabeth Magnusson," she softly said, gazing at me with those strange, blue eyes that didn't quite jibe with the foreign accent. "Jeremy. Jeremy Stuart." She nodded gravely and went and sat down beside Meghan. I sat down. "Jeremy and I were just wondering what would be fun to do, weren't we?" Purred Meghan, putting her hand on the other girl's knee. "Yeah ... we were." Elizabeth said nothing, just looked at me. I had two women just kind of gazing at me. It was pretty unsettling, especially as you never know where Meghan's going to take it. "I think," said Meghan, "that Jeremy rather wants to watch a porno movie." "Ah, yes. You like the porno movie, it excite you, no?" Came Elizabeth's husky question, coupled with a very direct look that seemed genuinely concerned as to my answer. Rather as if she were asking my opinion on some deeply important topic on which I was an expert. "Well ... er ..., I've only really seen one or two actually but ... y-yes I liked them." "Jeremy gets very excited when he sees porn," Meghan informed her. "Ah, and then you like to ..." and, instead of finishing the sentence, Elizabeth made a jerking off motion with her hand, still managing to look very interested in my response. I blushed deeply but managed to nod an affirmative. "Ah, this is fun, no?" Another nod as those strange blue eyes gazed at me. "Jeremy really liked the movie you made of me," said Meghan, "he seemed to get particularly excited watching me amuse myself." "You like to watch girls pleasure themselves?" asked blue eyes. "Y-yes." "And you liked watching Meghan do this?" "Yes." "He'd probably like to watch you do it," said Meghan, helpfully. "This is true? You would like to see me pleasure myself?" "Yes." "And then you would want to ...," again the jerking off motion accompanied this earnest question. "Oh, I know that he'd want to," interjected Meghan, "but we have a little agreement, don't we Jeremy?" I nodded and Elizabeth tilted her head to one side, gave a little moue and said: "And what is this 'agreement' Jeremy?" When she said my name she kind of made the 'j' into a 'zher' sound. It was pretty sexy; but I had all the sexy that I needed right then. "Um, I'm not allowed to come until Meghan says so." "Ah, this is torture, no?" "No, no, not at all ... it's kind of ...," and I trailed off, not knowing what to say. I'm not even sure that I know how I feel, let alone have the ability to articulate that feeling. I guess it is a kind of torture but it ends in these fabulous orgasms. So I guess it's delay for betterment as the economists might say. Meghan trailed her hand, which had been resting on Elizabeth's knee, up and down Elizabeth's thigh. "So would you like to see her do it? Would you like to see Elizabeth masturbate?" "Yes." "Would you do that for us Elizabeth?" whispered Meghan into Elizabeth's ear. Elizabeth did nothing for a while, just looked at me with those strange, blue, almost Asiatic eyes, then she put her right hand up and ran one finger slowly over her shirt, over her left breast. As she did so, Meghan removed her hand and moved away, turning so that she was on the end of the sofa looking directly at Elizabeth in its middle. My cock was already rigid. Elizabeth idly began to play her fingers, slowly and softly, over her breast, all the while looking directly at me. After a while she casually stroked the other breast. I could see the outline of her nipples now, pushing against the shirt. She slid her hand inside her shirt and I could see its outline as it moved over her breast. She slid slightly forward on the sofa and opened her legs and, with her left hand, ran her fingers slowly across the fly and onto her thigh, then back again, across the top of her jeans, to the other thigh. Her right hand now unbuttoned a button on her shirt, allowing her more access to her breast. My cock was hurting really bad but I dared not touch it. Meghan, on the other hand, seemed to be governed by different rules, for she, too, was now slowly touching her breasts. In the middle of the sofa Elizabeth undid a couple more buttons and now had both hands inside her shirt slowly squeezing and releasing her breasts while, at the same time, using her thumbs to stimulate her nipples. Both breasts were now more or less in full view. After some longish while playing with her breasts, Elizabeth undid the rest of her shirt buttons and the top two or three buttons on her jeans. With the shirt still on and partially concealing her breasts, she put her right hand down into her jeans and gave a slight gasp as she touched herself. All this time, she had her eyes locked on mine. Meghan seemed to be mimicking her, openly fondling her breasts and, now, raising her skirt to touch herself. I glanced at her to see if I could see her sex, but it was hidden by the skirt. I looked back at Elizabeth, who briefly looked at Meghan before, again, looking at me. Into the silence of this performance, Meghan quietly said: "you can take your cock out now." I didn't need any encouragement and rapidly unbuckled and unzipped to allow me to slide my pants down a bit and extract myself. The cessation of pain was immediate. Both women looked at my cock for a short while but then Elizabeth's eyes were back on mine as she undid the rest of her fly, raised herself off the sofa and slid jeans and panties off, kicking them to one side. That done, she removed her shirt. Her whole body was a sort of light, coffee color, with small, dark, very erect nipples and a luxurious bush that had, obviously, never seen a bikini wax for it covered a large area from thigh to thigh in rich, almost black, hair. My cock was twitching with excitement and I could see the pre-come shining the tip as Elizabeth started rubbing her clitoris in small, gently circles. Her breathing was getting a little ragged now. Meghan stood up and crossed over to my sofa, sitting next to me. She spread her legs a bit and went back to playing with herself, lifting her skirt enough to expose herself to Elizabeth but keeping herself concealed from me. Elizabeth gazed at Meghan's sex for a long time, and started breathing even more heavily as she now changed her hand such that she was pushing two fingers in and out of herself, while keeping her thumb against her clitoris. I couldn't see what Meghan was doing, but I guessed that she was doing pretty much the same; she was certainly moving her hand pretty rapidly. Elizabeth started to come, switching her gaze from Meghan's sex to me. Her eyes flickered open and shut as she looked at me and her pants became louder and louder. With a last, deep shudder she convulsed silently. She stayed crouched over for a few seconds and then slowly sank back into the sofa. "Now!" said Meghan urgently. I knelt on the sofa, facing her, my cock as close to her face as I could get it. All I had was the profile for, as she frantically masturbated, she was looking directly at Elizabeth, who was now returning her gaze. I splashed come all down the side of her face, some missed and went on to her t-t-shirt but the majority of it trickled down her cheek as she came in her usual loud, jerking manner, barking out her "fuck, fuck ..." mantra as Elizabeth silently watched. Meghan Ch. 05 Meghan The ultimate objective is to use him. Specifically, to use him to seduce young women and hopefully corrupt them so that they, in turn, can do the same to young men and so on. This is my admittedly unbalanced way of commemorating dear 'Daddy' who started me on the path of deviancy. Of course, 'deviancy' is subjective, but I don't think his practice of masturbating and then ejaculating onto my face falls into what anyone could call a 'grey' area. But, back then, I believed it normal. Primarily because he told me it was the secret of growing up to be beautiful - and that this was what my mother asked for all the time. This, of course, was after my mother left us and I, at a very tender age, became 'the woman of the house'. Deviancy is corruption and I was corrupted. After my happy-family beginnings, it didn't need a lot of push for my late husband to nudge me into the kind of games that he found exciting but which sent me even more off-kilter. I now spend every Thursday morning talking into the mournful air of Stella's office, trying with little or no effect to convince myself that I am not a person who is deviant and generally rather disgusting. Re-programming myself is particularly difficult because, although Elizabeth is all I want, I really do get off spectacularly when a guy splashes come on my face and I thoroughly enjoy many of the visual pleasures of The Lotus. So, I don't see me getting 'cured' and I certainly don't see me becoming a nice young woman with a 'normal' libido, whatever that is. Well, if I'm stuck the way I am and, albeit unwillingly, rather enjoy it, I want to spread the pleasure. And this I shall do by turning my little oh-so-Christian virgin into another happy deviant. Actually, he's starting to lose that choir-boy innocence rather quickly. It's most gratifying. In relatively short order I have gotten him to: blaspheme, drink alcohol, swear, expose himself, play with naked women and masturbate in front of me. Not bad in three months, considering at the git-go he was, at twenty-three, a virgin and thought 'ohmigosh' was racy, had never had any kind of sex and believed swearing and drinking were the inevitable first steps to eternal damnation. The problem with the boy is that he really has no idea how to act with a woman. He admits that he has no idea how to kiss, let alone arouse and satisfy a woman. Thus he is totally ill-equipped for the task that I have in mind. But we can solve all that: Elizabeth will do a perfect job. Elizabeth When Meghan took over The Lotus, after her husband died, she took me out of there for herself. Without her I'd probably still be acting there, or maybe sold on to one of the members. This is so easy. Before it was tiring - I was, every night, fucking this one or that one or playing in groups or putting on the shows. Very tiring. Who wants to do that every night, sometimes until early in the morning? Now it is lovely. I have the shop, which is really Meghan's of course, and Meghan has me and I only have to act for her. Of course, the Lotus was so much better than the treize where Maman still has the apartment - but now with the girl who replaced me after Meghan's husband bought me for The Lotus. Meghan is very good to me. She is easy to satisfy, she likes to see me with Armando, which is good - I need a man for real pleasure. Now she is playing with Jeremy and I am to teach him how to love a woman. This will be fun. Jeremy Meghan has called me every night since that night with Elizabeth. Every night she asks the same question: "have you been jerking off?" It kind of pisses me off, but, so far, I've been able to tell her, truthfully, that I have not. But it's not easy. I say 'every night', but its only been three nights. Feels like a lifetime. Tonight she asked the same question, listened to my answer and, instead of her normal abrupt hanging-up, followed on with: "good, well maybe you need a little reward; come over here - right now," then she hung up. Tonight she is back in her standard uniform of jeans, no shoes and a white button-down shirt. Elizabeth is also there - dressed exactly the same. Pretty weird, I think. Isn't it? We get drinks and sit down, them facing me on one sofa and me on the other. I take a deep slug of my wine to calm my nerves. "Jeremy has not ..." the jerking off motion "... since we last saw him," Meghan says to Elizabeth, who gives a little, concerned frown at hearing this awful news. "Ah," says Elizabeth, "this is not good, no?" I blush and say nothing. Meghan then says: "I said I was going to reward you and I am. Can you guess what your reward is?" "Um, you're going to let me jerk off?" "No, well yes ... the real reward is that Elizabeth is going to show you how to make love." Holy shit. Of course my pecker leaped to attention although it was already pretty hard; Meghan has this effect on me. "But before she does that I think it would be a good idea for you to sort of clear your mind so you can concentrate on the lesson. Not worry about the ending, if you get what I mean?" I had no idea what she was talking about but said 'sure' just to appear less than stupid, which is how I normally feel when I'm around her. "So, go ahead." I looked at her quizzically. "Jerk off," she said. Oh fuck man, just like that? "Do it," she said, narrowing her eyes and giving me a pretty cold look. With both of them looking at me I unbuckled my belt, unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was still pretty hard but suffering a little bit from this rather unnerving experience. I started to jerk off, looking down at myself. "Look at me," she commanded. I did. "Don't come on my carpet," she said, matter-of-factly, "catch it in your hand." And I did, splattering the palm of my left hand with my semen as the two of them calmly watched. Elizabeth stood, went to one side and returned with a couple of tissues, which she silently handed to me. I wiped my hands and my cock and then wondered what to do with the tissues. Elizabeth held out her hand and I gave them to her. She walked into the kitchen, came back a few seconds later without them and sat down again alongside Meghan. "Put your cock away," said Meghan. I managed to do so. "Now listen up. I am going to assume that you are completely devoid of any sense of how to make love to a woman. Whatever you have read or seen in movies is pretty much the wrong way to go about it. Understand?" I nodded, blushing as usual. "What you need to understand," she continued "is that there is what you accountants like to call a 'timing difference' which, in this context, means that men and woman take different amounts of time to reach a sexual climax. As you have just amply demonstrated, a man can go from nothing to sexual climax in seconds; a woman usually takes a lot longer. A lot longer. You got that?" "Yes." "So how do you reconcile the two times?" she asked - like this was some kind of graduate seminar. "Um ... foreplay?" "Yeah, but that's too vague, what you're thinking about is not going to cut it unless she's already pretty horny." I must have looked perplexed, or scared, both of which I was, for she ended my predicament by saying: "you've got to get them to feel loved, to feel tender thoughts, to get the right atmosphere going. Most women are not going to turn into sex-crazed sluts just because you've got a hard-on. Forget all that shit in your porno movies. It ain't so." "Let's suppose you had old Mary Jo here and let's suppose that you have managed to evade weirdo U's chaperone and let's finally suppose that your honor code and chastity pledges have been suspended for the evening." Alright, in retrospect, I guess it is pretty weird to have gone to a college where you not only pledged chastity, and had an honor code that made you report any lapses, but you were also required to have a chaperone with you at all times when with a member of the opposite sex. Seemed reasonable at the time though. "So you and Mary Jo are sitting there on the sofa. What do you do?" "Um, kiss?" "Sort of. Watch." And she and Elizabeth started to make out. But not really. One would stroke the other's hair and run a hand down her cheek while they gazed into each other's eyes. Then one of them might gently kiss the other on the neck, while the kissee arched her head back to allow full access to her throat, which was then kissed, very softly. More gazing into eyes. More soft touches, but only around the head and neck - never any hand near a breast or between the legs. It was incredibly arousing to watch them. And they kept doing it, kept gently touching and occasionally kissing while maintaining almost constant eye contact. It seemed to go on for hours, but was probably only for five minutes or so. "You see that?" "Yes." "Do you get it? Do you see what we are doing?" "Y-yes, sort of slow dancing." "Yeah. What we are not doing is groping each other, sticking tongues down each other's throat or generally acting like a horny teenager. We are making love. What this is doing, for me at least and I think for Elizabeth, is taking us down a path of intimacy that is very erotic and will, ultimately, be very arousing." Elizabeth, looking grave and schoolmarmish, nodded emphatic agreement. "You need to be acting like that. Forget your pecker. Forget it. Concentrate on slowing everything down, on making the woman fall in love with you. Every time. She needs to love you or at least feel a vast amount of pleasure in just being near you. Now you try it." That said, Meghan indicated to Elizabeth that she should move over to my sofa, which she did. So Elizabeth and I started making out. I felt horribly embarrassed as she gazed at me and put the first soft kisses on my cheek. The sheer proximity to a woman, the intimacy, was overwhelming. Her perfume alone made me tremble. I just sat there for a while, letting her stroke my hair and kiss me then I heard my tormentor's voice breaking into my reverie: "don't just sit there, respond. She's not there to turn you on - it's supposed to be the other way around. We all know you can get excited." This was unfortunately very true for my erection was now back in full force. I gamely tried to mimic Elizabeth's actions and she didn't seem to be too upset by my efforts. And, in a short while, I settled in to the rhythm of the thing. It was fun. After a fair amount of time our life coach chimed in again: "Ok, that's enough. You get the idea." At this, Elizabeth simply stopped and leaned back into the sofa. I was left with a painful erection, which Meghan promptly noticed. "Did that excite you?" "Yes." "Jerk off again." Oh fuck. I must have not reacted quickly enough, for Elizabeth calmly leaned across, unbuckled my belt and rubbed my erection through my pants. I unzipped and it jumped out. Taking a deep breath, I started to masturbate, keenly aware of Elizabeth's presence and her perfume. "Not on the carpet," came the helpful reminder from our hostess and I once again spurted into my left hand. I say spurted, but this time there was a lot less ejaculate but still enough to cover my palm. As I sat there panting, Elizabeth kissed me on the cheek then went to get me some more tissues. Once more, I wiped my hand and cock clean and placed the soggy tissues into Elizabeth's open palm. She made her trip to the kitchen and came back to sit alongside Meghan. I don't think she washed her hands. "OK, you seem to have got the basic idea: you go real slow, you don't grope, you don't stick tongues down throats you just make slow, slow, slow love. You should plan on doing that for at least fifteen to twenty minutes. Got it?" "Yeah." "Awright. After you've done that, real slow for fifteen to twenty minutes you can start to expand your horizons. Watch." They started to make out as before but now Meghan spent more time kissing Elizabeth's neck, just below her ears. She began rubbing her face against the skin and running her fingers through Elizabeth's hair more frequently. Then, with one hand on Elizabeth's upper arm, she started gently sucking the lobe of her ear, whilst at the same time, moving her hand up and down the arm more or less alongside Elizabeth's breast. She did this for some while, occasionally changing from sucking the lobe to blowing softly into the ear and, once, licking it. Elizabeth, her eyes closed, looked decidedly happy. With one final kiss, Meghan halted the demo and leaned back into the sofa. "Did you follow that?" "Yeah, I think so." "What did I do?" "You, um, seemed to concentrate on her neck, below her ear, lifting her hair to touch the skin. Then you started playing around with her ear, with the ear-lobe at first and then with the ear itself." "OK, what else?" "Um, I think you played with her hair a lot more, ran your fingers through it more often maybe? You seemed to have sort of accelerated the pace a little bit there." "What else?" "Um ... you stroked her arm a lot?" "Good. I did three things pretty much like you said. But they all were done for a reason. The ear is incredibly sensitive. She could feel my mouth suckle her ear-lobe, making it warm and wet, which is a very suggestive sensation for her. When I licked inside her ear she got the double sensation of the wetness and the sound of my tongue as it licked. I followed that up by gently blowing in her ear, which gave her another sensation, warmth. All of the ear thing is about creating sensations that are very pleasant and tend to lead her mind to other sensations involving the tongue and the mouth, as we shall see. The arm thing is very important. Where was my hand?" I touched my left arm between the elbow and the shoulder, "about her." "Right. And what is real close to that?" "Her breast." "Yeah. Right. Her breast. So what I was doing was rubbing my hand very close to her breast, to her nipple, in a way that I know would start her thinking 'gee, if she just moved her hand a little bit she could be stroking my breast, which I really like'. It was suggestive in other words. I was moving her mind towards a pleasant, sexual activity. If you do that for five or so minutes, after fifteen or twenty minutes of the earlier stuff, she is going to start getting pretty excited." I nodded sagely. "Why don't we see how well we've done?" Said Meghan, looking enquiringly at Elizabeth. They had either rehearsed this or were incredibly attuned to each other for Elizabeth immediately unbuttoned her jeans, lifted her butt up and slid them down her thighs slightly, together with her panties. Smiling at Meghan she dipped her hand between her legs and held up two fingers. Even from where I sat, I could see they were wet. Meghan sucked the fingers clean and said: "how about that: wonderfully wet and tasting good." I couldn't help but think that this was the same hand, the same fingers, that had recently been holding some tissues soggy with my semen. Holy smoke. After Elizabeth buttoned up, Meghan had her come over to my sofa and had us practice the ear and arm routine. Given that we all knew that Elizabeth was already pretty aroused it seemed a little hard on her, but, hey, I had a great time and she did start to make nice little sounds and had begun to wiggle a bit and run her fingers up and down the arm that was playing with her arm, while running the other hand back and forth through my hair. I think I was getting the idea pretty good when Meghan, of course, called time out. "All right, that's enough. I think we can assume that you've now managed to get the lady aroused. The big issue you face is what? What do you think?" "You mean, like, what do I do next?" "Yeah, you've got her all excited, wet, and she's beginning to wiggle around, indicating pretty high levels of sexual response, so what do you do then?" "Um, unbutton her clothes?" "You are a fucking moron. No. You do not 'unbutton her clothes' you doofus. You have two options. The first is that you do nothing. This is a very, very good option, but really needs a relatively experienced women. What you are doing here is pushing her into making the big move. An experienced woman, who is hot and horny is not going to go too long before she either puts your hand on her breast or pussy or simply puts her own hand on your cock. Doing nothing is absolutely the right move if you have a woman who has some experience. "Got it." "Now, if you are dealing with your little Mary Jo type, your virginal little thing, it's unlikely that option one, doing nothing, is going to work: she ain't going to put her hand on your cock, sunshine. It just won't happen. So now you've got to raise the ante. Any thoughts on how you might do that?" Only Meghan could make a conversation about fucking turn into some sort tutorial. "Um, no." "Jesus fucking Christ. Well, what about touching more of her body, her breasts say? Or what about some serious kissing, tongue swallowing stuff? Of course, I forget, you've never done that. Watch." The obliging and doubtless very frustrated Elizabeth turned into Meghan who proceeded to nibble at her ears a bit, rub her arm a bit, kind of like getting back to where they'd been then, seemingly casually, the hand that was rubbing the arm sort of slipped off it and gently touched her breast. She then replaced the hand on the arm and leaned in to kiss Elizabeth on the mouth for the first time. At the beginning, she gave her little pecks around the mouth, then under her eyes, then her chin until, finally she put her tongue out and slowly licked Elizabeth's lips. Elizabeth responded by opening her mouth and the tongue went inside. They broke apart and then started again with, every now and then, the odd touch to Elizabeth's breast. After a while they spent a lot more time kissing and seemed to get pretty frenzied over it, grinding their mouths together as now Meghan openly fondled Elizabeth's breast as they kissed. This was pretty fucking hot to watch so it must have been really hot to be involved. After a long time, it seemed, Meghan pulled away. Both of them looked disheveled and both of them were breathing pretty heavily. So was I. "Ok," said Meghan eventually, "you see where we have her now? She's definitely hot, definitely enjoying it and happily letting you grope her tits. But notice, this being your Mary Jo type, she has still not indicated that she is willing to fuck you. You've got more work to do to get there. But let's have you practice that last bit, particularly the French kissing." Elizabeth obediently crossed back over and said: "close your eyes." I did and felt her come close and then start kissing my face just as Meghan had done to her, little kisses here, there and everywhere. Then I felt the tongue on my lips. "Open your mouth," she whispered. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue gently enter and then move around inside. Oh fuck, that was so incredible. "Do it to me," she whispered. And I did. After a few minutes I was getting the hang of it when our pedagogic hostess said: "the arm, goddammit, play with her fucking arm, don't just lie there." I did as she said and a few minutes later heard: "now her tit." I tentatively touched her breast. She responded by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth and rubbing her thighs against me. I started to fondle the breast, and she sat up. "Like this ..." and she showed me, playing with her own breasts while looking at me. "You do it gentle, no? You caress the breast. You, run the fingers over the nipple, very slow, very gentle, like this. Some girls like it more hard, but you should not start like that, they will tell you if they want." That little lesson over, we went back to kissing and I played with her breasts and nipples with authority. Again, mistress fucking Meghan called a time out. "Ok, you seem to have grasped that." Of course, I was as about as hard as a diamond, not that Ms. Meghan would give a flying fuck about that, as Elizabeth calmly pulled away and moved back to the other sofa. Meghan Ch. 05 "Ok, we've now got little Mary Jo pretty steamed up. It's going to go one of two ways: first, she's so hot that she wants to fuck and so she starts unbuttoning your clothes or touching your cock before you even get to touch her pussy. That's a major indication that you are going to get laid. Second, she's going to go through a lot of this real heavy making out, will probably let you play with her pussy, maybe even play with your cock but then, at the last minute she's going to stop you going any further. That's the probable outcome for the first session with your Mary Jo virgin types. Their bodies desperately want to fuck but their minds are still confused by all the chastity crap they've heard all their lives. So what do you do?" "I don't know." "Of course you do. You stop. You become the sweet, gentle, loving guy you were at the start of the session. You hold her, you give her little kisses and you let her come down slowly." Oh joy. "So, you're probably thinking that that's a shitty deal, you've got this big hard-on, she's got a soaking wet pussy and you have to be nice to her to let her down gently. Right?" "Kind of, I guess." "It is a shitty deal but now you've got Mary Jo right where you want her. You've shown that you can be a perfect, sweet, considerate lover who, above all, respects her. That's fucking gold kiddo, gold. This chick is going to be happy to have a repeat performance because she thinks she's in control. And what happens in the encore? You go a bit further, maybe put her hand on your cock, touch her pussy. Time after that, you can maybe play with her pussy and make her come. Each time you make a little progress, maybe you get her to jerk you off, then, maybe suck you a bit. Sooner or later, she'll have gone so far down the road that she'll just open her legs and welcome you home. Guaranteed." While Meghan was doing her booster speech, Elizabeth had be idly touching herself through her jeans. Between Meghan's vision of successively mounting sexual deeds and Elizabeth's dreamy neo-masturbation, I was back with my hard-on again. "Ok, I think we need to do one more thing with you before we close-out this session. You need to be able to find the clit and need to have a sense of what to do with it once you've got it. Elizabeth, why don't you slide off your jeans." Elizabeth nonchalantly unbuttoned her jeans and slid both them and her panties off. She lay back on the sofa with her legs slightly apart, her eyes closed and one hand seemingly just resting on her hairy bush. "Come over here," said Meghan, kneeling down in front of Elizabeth and patting the carpet next to her. I went and I knelt. I could smell Elizabeth's arousal and see some wetness in the dark slit between her thighs. "Show him," said Meghan and Elizabeth used both hands on herself, the one to spread her vaginal lips apart so we could see the pink, wet fleshiness and the other to lift the skin at the top of her slit up so I could see a small pointed bump, about the size of the fingernail on my pinky, with a surround of flesh. "That's the clit," said Meghan, putting her hand on Elizabeth's thigh with her middle finger just resting on the clitoris. "It's like a little cock and, just like a cock, you stimulate it to induce orgasm. You can do like this ..." and she made small circular motions, moving the tip of the clit with her finger "... or you can rub it, up and down, or if she likes it, you can put some fingers into her pussy with the thumb on the clit ..." she demonstrated that, which was exactly what I remember Elizabeth doing the last time to herself. "That's how both Elizabeth and I like to make ourselves come." She stopped talking for a while and moved her fingers in and out of Elizabeth, then said: "you try it." I'd done this once before, at the massage spa, so it wasn't exactly a new sensation but it sure was exciting. Elizabeth's vagina was very wet and very hairy and gave off a rich, musky, sea-weedy kind of smell. I leaned in close to her and did as instructed, sliding two fingers in and trying to keep my thumb on her clit. It was not easy, the damned clit seemed to bobble around and I kept sliding off it. "Take your hand away and start again. I want you to be able to find her clit quickly without fumbling around." I did as directed, then did it again and again to Meghan's command, learning to keep the very tip of my finger or thumb on the very tip of her clit. "Ok, you've got it, now what do you think Elizabeth wants now?" "Um, to come?" "Sure. Of course she does. But how?" "She wants to masturbate?" "Possibly, but this is what I know she wants. Watch closely." And Meghan put herself between Elizabeth's legs and lowered her head into Elizabeth's lap. "She wants to be sucked. She wants me to lick and suck her clit, don't you darling?" Elizabeth, eyes very dreamy but open, nodded happily as Meghan's tongue slowly licked her clit. I could see Meghan alternating between rapid licking motions and sucking. Elizabeth's stomach muscles began to convulse and soon her breath came in loud, ragged gasps as she bucked and came. Meghan moved away and said: "try it, do it like I did." I did. And for the first time I really tasted a woman and began to learn how a lick or a sucking motion could translate into pleasure for a woman. Elizabeth started to thrust her hips again and I heard Meghan say: "put your hands under her ass, hold her tight to your face." I did so and felt her thrusting and rubbing her wet hairiness against my face, my chin, my nose as I struggled to keep my mouth and tongue playing with her clit. Finally, Elizabeth came again and I felt her push my head away with rigid forearms. I moved away. Elizabeth was lying back, panting, her legs carelessly apart with me between them. Meghan had now got on the sofa and had her jeans off. She was masturbating and looking at me. "Come over here," she said, "give me your face." I sort of half stood and put my face near hers. She licked my nose and mouth and gave a sigh as she tasted Elizabeth. "Take your cock out," said Meghan, "and fuck her." Elizabeth, somehow woke up enough to hear this and she obligingly shifted on the sofa so she was almost lying down, her pussy now right on the edge of the seat. I knelt between her legs and slowly slid my cock into her. "Don't come in her," said Meghan, fingering herself a little faster now, "but fuck her, slide it in and out, slowly - all the way in and almost all the way out and, as you do so, play with her clit with your finger." I followed her instructions. Oh sweet Jesus, it was wonderful. Once or twice I plopped out but she was so slick that I easily slid back in. Meghan was watching Elizabeth intently and fingering herself faster and faster. "I'm going to come," I said. "No, pull out, do it over me, quick, quick ..." I pulled out of Elizabeth and tried to stand so I could get my cock over Meghan's face but I didn't quite make it so I splashed come all over the front of her shirt. She didn't seem too upset by that and came a few seconds later in her usual noisy and manner as I leaned over her, dripping semen onto her clothes while she held my gaze. Meghan Ch. 06 Jeremy Yesterday, Friday evening, Meghan called and enquired as to whether or not I had masturbated since she last saw me and, again, I was able to truthfully answer 'no'. The fact is, that I rather like not doing it; I think about it all the time, get hard as can be, frequently leak a little pre-come but then, deliberately, cool myself down by thinking of something totally sexless, such as the latest FASB. Nobody can maintain an erection and, at the same time, think about financial accounting standards. Having made her enquiry, she told me to go to Elizabeth's store, to be there tomorrow morning - that's today - at nine thirty. When I got there, I was to have Elizabeth call her. Meghan He's coming along ok but he really looked totally inept when I let him fuck Elizabeth after his 'Lovemaking 101' course. He was wholly lacking in style and control. He had no finesse. Of course, given that he'd barely done it before, that was not too surprising. Still: he must be taught to do it properly, so I'm going to kill two birds with one stone and let Elizabeth be serviced by Armando while lover boy looks on and, hopefully, picks up some pointers. Just to kill another bird - or is that extending the metaphor too far? Anyway, to allow an additional piece of instruction I'm going to have him do a sort-of controlled test to learn how 'anticipation' can eliminate the need for all, or most, of the extended foreplay that we taught him. Jeremy Knowing Meghan's penchant for total obedience, I arrived at 'Intime' just before nine, to make sure I wasn't late then I walked past it and found a Starbucks around the corner where I sat and nursed a cappuccino until nine twenty-seven. At exactly nine thirty, I rang the bell, presuming that Elizabeth would be inside even though the store didn't open until ten. I heard her coming to the door, heels a-clicking on the tiled floor. She peeked at me, I guess, through the peephole and opened the door. "Jeremy," she said with that faintly husky and exotic voice of hers, "what a pleasure, do come in." I followed her in and back to the counter area. Today she was dressed all in black, from very high, black heels, no stockings (or whatever they are called), tiny, black mini (micro?)-skirt and a black turtle-neck sweater. The only non-black items seemed to be a bright red belt and a bunch of very jingly, dangly silver bracelets on her left arm. "Coffee?" she asked. "Um, no, no thanks - I just had one. Um, Meghan told me to come here, now and told me to ask you to call her when I arrived." "Ah, Meghan the dictator," and she made a sort of 'poof' sound but picked up a phone on the county and pressed one digit. "Allo ... yes, he is here ... ah? sure ... ok ... you are a bad, bad girl ... sure," and she handed me the phone. "Hello?" "Jeremy, I want you to do three things." "Sure." She proceeded to tell me what she wanted me to do and exactly how I was to do it. Fuck me. Bloody Meghan had me blushing at nine thirty in the morning. "You got all that?" she asked, having repeated her instructions, I said 'yes' and she hung up. Still blushing I stood in front of Elizabeth, who was leaning against the counter, examining her fingernails which, I noticed were the same color as her lipstick and her belt: fire-engine red. "Um, Meghan told me that I was to feel your cunt," I managed to say. "Ah, yes, ok," and she stepped close to me, put her forearms on my shoulders, jangling noisily as she did so; her face was very close to mine. This put me into that near-swoon state that I'd felt when I'd been getting my instruction last time we met. "So, feel my ... cunt," she whispered. I put my hand on her thighs, found my place and then slid upwards, under her skirt, to touch the silkiness of her panties. Doing so, I felt her warm breath on my forehead as I dipped down to accomplish my task. I slid two fingers inside the silk and felt her copious hair. However, when I found her slit I became somewhat confused: it was totally unlike the last (only) time I had touched it. Now it was bone dry; I could barely get a finger in her. Having touched it, done what I'd been told to do, I withdrew my hand. "Was that fun, Jeremy," she whispered. "Er, y-yes." "So, I touch you, no? Is fair" and she took her right forearm off my shoulder and slowly moved her hand down my cheek, my chest and stomach until it rested on my groin. She was still leaning into me and I began to think that with the combination of her perfume, proximity and hand I might actually faint. But I didn't; I was under orders. She caressed me through my pants and then calmly unbuckled my belt, unhooked the top of my pants and slid down my zipper. To achieve this she moved her body down mine, her cheek resting on my chest. With my zipper down she pulled down my boxers and there was old faithful, standing up and ready for duty. She played with it for a minute, and as she did so, she gave me little kisses on the forehead and cheek and neck, just as she had last week. After a period of this I managed to say: "Meghan told me to ask you to give me your panties." "Ah, Meghan," she smiled and stepped back, put one hand on the counter, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down so she could step out of them. They were black silk, with black lace around the openings. As instructed, I first lifted them to my face and smelled them. They had a fresh, clean smell. I then rubbed my cock and balls with them, reveling in cool silkiness. Elizabeth was leaning back against the counter, smiling and watching. I balled the panties in my right hand, wrapped them around the shaft of my cock and started to masturbate. Elizabeth moved closer and resumed her position of having her forearms on my shoulders and her face close to mine. "Do this, fuck my panties, come with my panties," she whispered, into my ear, which she then licked. I came and, as instructed, made sure that all the semen went onto the panties. I stood there swaying and panting, essentially being held up by Elizabeth until my cock began to droop. I wiped it clean with the now very soggy panties. "Meghan says you are to put them back on now," I shamefacedly told her. She smiled and extended her hand. I gave her the panties and she put them back on; I could see the wetness on her thighs as she pulled the panties up. I retrieved my boxers and pants and, after a little difficulty with my still semi-erect penis, returned to my normal, buttoned-up self. Elizabeth was leaning back against the counter with a slight, quizzical smile as I carried out the third of my instructions and said: "Meghan says that, tonight, we will go to Armando." Elizabeth Meghan, Meghan, always the controlling one. She'd told me what to expect - except she hadn't mentioned the last bit, about Armando. What a cute little bitch she is. Jeremy About an or two later, Meghan calls me on my cell phone and tells me to meet her and Elizabeth at the same bar that we'd met that time she and I went to the massage place - was it The Lotus? Anyway, I was to meet them there at eight tonight. ---------------------------- We met in the bar. I was on time and they were not, so I sat around feeling stupid for fifteen or so minutes, telling the waiter that I was expecting someone and would order when they arrived. When they actually did, he came over and Meghan briskly said: "Three Manhattans." I had no idea what she was talking about, but he obviously did, repeating her order in a low murmur and heading for the bar. He returned some while later with three, large martini glasses containing some kind of amber liquid. I'd never had one, but had always thought that martinis were made with gin, or is it vodka? Anyway, some clear liquid like that. I also noticed that mine had a cherry, with stem, in it. Isn't it supposed to be an olive? Meghan did the silent toast thing and we all took a sip. Holy moly, it was pure firewater. I mean, that merlot wine she makes me drink is pretty powerful stuff but this, oh man, it was strong. Meghan and Elizabeth didn't seem to share my opinion and happily took a second, larger swig. We eventually got to the end of the drinks, by which time I was feeling pretty happy and sophisticated. Meghan, of course punctured that by growling: "eat the fucking cherry." That done, she stood and we obediently followed her out to hail a cab. It took us back to the massage place, which was called The Lotus, as I'd thought. Well, I'd loved it last time and remembered how pleasurable the sauna and massage combination had been - not to mention the climax, I wittily thought. Once more she simply rang the bell and said "Meghan," into the speakerphone. The same Oriental lady opened the door, smiled and gave a little bow. We followed her down the hall, but this time she stopped at an elevator and said: "it was the Jade Room, Miss Meghan, yes?" "Yes. Thank-you, Mai." The lady punched the third floor button and the elevator immediately opened. We silently rode to the third floor, stepped out and followed the lady to door that, appropriately enough, was a sort of green/grey color. The lady opened the door, stood to one side, bowed as we entered and closed the door behind us. It was dark inside or, rather, very dimly lit by ceiling lights. Nonetheless, one could quickly see the set-up. The room was perhaps twenty foot square with one other door. In the middle was what looked like a very large square bed and on each of its sides was a sofa. The sofas were on some kind of platform, a couple of steps up, such that they kind of looked down onto the bed. The bed and the sofas were all covered in what felt like fitted sheet material, all in a lightish green (jade?) color. The walls were of a much darker shade of green, matching the fitted carpet. On one side of the room there was some kind of small waterfall built into the wall which provided a burbling background sound and on the other walls a series of gold-framed pictures of some sort. The air smelt of incense. I guessed we were not going to get a massage. Shit. We stood inside for a second, then Meghan said: "before we sit down, feel her cunt." It must have been the Manhattan (what was that drink?) but I really didn't blush as Elizabeth obligingly came and leaned on me, just as she had that morning. She was wearing the same clothes. I hoped she had changed her panties. She had not. For as soon as my hand was under her skirt I could feel how wet they were. Then I realized that in the almost twelve hours since I had covered them with semen, the semen would have dried. Odd. Then I put my hand under the panties and realized that all of her was wet. Her panties, her pubic hair and, most of all her cunt. Her fleshy lips were as hot and wet as the time she and I had had our make-out session a week ago. My fingers came out covered in her wetness. "Suck them clean," directed madam. I did. "Notice anything?" she asked. "Um, she's wet?" "Of course she's wet you idiot. Jesus fucking Christ! How was she this morning?" "Um, dry." "Very good. Superb powers of observation." she said - not in her most charming voice. "She was dry and now she's wet; very wet. Why?" "Um .... she had a martini?" Elizabeth giggled and Meghan's mouth opened then closed. "No, it's not because she had a 'martini' you idiot, and it was a fucking Manhattan, it's because she has spent all day thinking about something - haven't you darling?" Elizabeth smiled and nodded agreement. "She was thinking about Armando. Armando is going to fuck her and she likes that - don't you darling?" More happy nodding. "So, what you are seeing here is the power of anticipation: she is highly sexually aroused without anyone touching her. All she has done is think all day about this evening, about how Armando is going to fuck her and those thoughts, that anticipation, has aroused her just as much as if she had spent the last hour or so making out. Do you get it?" "Yes," and I really did, it made sense. "OK, let's sit down. Elizabeth, you there." She pointed to an adjoining sofa for me and sat beside me. We sat and I saw Meghan reach to the side of the sofa and, apparently press a button, for a set of lights above the centre bed-like thing came on - not intense light, but enough to bathe the scene in warm light while leaving the sofas relatively dim. A second or two later the door opened and a man entered. He was dressed in a black dressing gown and appeared to be naked beneath it. He was deeply tanned, of average height, with long dark, wavy hair and dark eyes. Your typical dark, Mediterranean lothario type. I was jealous, of course - I'd always wanted to look like that. He came across to Meghan, bowed slightly, said her name and, can you believe it, picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. "Hello, Armando, this is Jeremy," she said. He stood in front of me and calmly shook my hand as if we were both dressed in suits at the office. One cool dude this. He then moved to stand in front of Elizabeth where he repeated the bow, name and kiss routine. Elizabeth said nothing. Instead she put her hands to the cord of his dressing gown and undid it. She then stood and slipped the gown off him. He was indeed naked underneath. Not only was he naked, but he was hairless. I mean hairless. He had shaved or waxed every damned hair off his body, every inch of which was a deep tan color and every inch of which looked like muscle. It was sickening; I could never get that buff. Elizabeth sat down on the sofa again and leaned her face into his groin. His cock was not hard - it wasn't totally flaccid, but it wasn't sticking up and out (as mine was beginning to be). He stood there, seemingly indifferent, while she slowly took his cock, all of it, into her mouth, keeping her hands away. She started to move back and forth and, as his cock got larger and larger, took less and less into her mouth. After a minute or so, he was rigid and she moved from his cock to one of his balls, which she gently licked and sucked for a while. All of this was taking place about four feet from me. Fuck. After several minutes of this, Armando touched Elizabeth's shoulder and helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed and she knelt on it, kicking off her high heels and moving so she was facing Meghan and I, her back straight and her hands on her ankles. Armando knelt behind her, put his hands on her breasts and started kissing her neck. She arched her back, pressing in to him as he ran his hands up and down the front of her torso, paying particular attention to her breasts and her jutting nipples. After several minutes of this Elizabeth undid her belt, threw it off the bed, removed her sweater and threw that and then shimmied to the edge of the bed to remove her skirt and panties. They were now both naked. They knelt in front of us such that Elizabeth had her right side to us and Armando his left. The lack of hair on his body allowed one to see every inch of him clearly. It was with great pleasure that I observed that his member was no larger than mine nor his balls any greater. And, I might add, his erection was equally as full as my own. Luckily at this juncture the boss took pity on me and whispered: "you can take it out." I needed no encouragement and pulled it out. It was only when Armando looked at me, at it, that I realized I was sitting here with a huge erection only a few feet from another man with an equally huge erection. It didn't seem to affect either one of us. Elizabeth and he leaned into each other and started kissing and then, fondling each other, her hand on his cock and his rummaging around in the hair between her legs; he was obviously sliding his fingers in and out of her. Meghan slipped one hand into her shirt at this juncture and shortly after started to rub the front of her jeans. Then she said: "do it, get on top of him." At this, Armando lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his cock vertical. Elizabeth straddled him and, grasping his cock with one hand slowly lowered herself onto him. They sort of wiggled a bit and then she started a rocking motion with her hips, sliding her butt up and down while he lay still and fondled her swaying breasts. Her hands rested on his shoulders. Meghan undid her jeans; I sat there with my pants around my ankles and my cock sticking out. After some while it became obvious that Elizabeth was close to climaxing. Her breathing got heavier and heavier while her thrusting ass moved faster and faster. In a few seconds she gave a very loud sigh and collapsed on his chest. Meghan took off her jeans and panties, exhibiting her dark bush in its white, white field of skin. After her panting subsided somewhat, Elizabeth climbed off Armando, he rolled to one side and she knelt on her hands and knees on the bed, side on to us. Armando moved behind her and, with one slow push buried his cock in her. At this, Meghan took off her shirt , got onto the bed, and lay down, face up, on the side nearest to me, her face next to Elizabeth's left hand. As Armando began a steady thrust and withdrawal, exposing his cock somewhat each time as he pulled back, Meghan began to masturbate with her right hand while playing with Elizabeth's breasts with the other. My cock was twitching and leaking pre-come. Armando now was the one panting louder and louder until he finally pulled his cock out, pushed Elizabeth to one side and knelt over Meghan. "Yes, give it to me, give it to me. C'mon give it to me you fuck. C'mon, c'mon ..." and Armando did, shooting his semen across her chin, into her open mouth, across her left eye and onto her hair. Meghan was frantically masturbating and, as Armando squeezed the last few drops out, Elizabeth replaced him, lying alongside Meghan, her face right next to hers. As Meghan furiously fingered herself, Elizabeth kissed her on the mouth and then started licking the come off her face. Meghan came. As usual she started with the loud pants, moved to the ever louder grunts and finished with her 'fuck, fuck' thing. Elizabeth gently licked her face the whole time. Armando quietly slid off the bed, gathered his gown and slipped out the door. Wonderful. Everyone had had a great time but me. I was sitting there panting while my cock twitched over two naked women who looked thoroughly satisfied. Luckily Meghan remembered me after a minute or two. She sat up, dragged herself off the bed and came and sat next to me. "Come over here," she said quietly to Elizabeth, pointing to the carpet. Elizabeth came and knelt in front of me her head maybe a foot or so below my cock because of the platform. "Do it," she said, "do it over her face." Elizabeth calmly tilted her head up, looking at me with those strange, blue eyes as I began to rapidly masturbate. When my panting alerted her to my imminent climax, she tilted her head back even further, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I splattered semen into her mouth across her nose and half way across her forehead. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, swallowed and brought her face as close to me as she could. "Lick her clean," said our boss. I guess I am getting more blasé about this whole sex thing for I simply leaned down, put my hands on her shoulders and licked my come off her face. The smell was amazing: semen and perfume swirled together. Meghan looked on, dreamily fingering herself. Meghan Ch. 07 Meghan It was time for him to get a lot of practice in. Up to now I'd really been focusing on getting his mind-set away from the awful things he'd ingested through this family and schooling, to get him relatively comfortable with the idea that sex is meant to be fun - not the first stop on the road to purgatory. He needs to work in The Lotus. Jeremy I got one of the typical Meghan phone calls: "come over to my place, now." Miss Manners at her peremptory best. When I got there Elizabeth was stretched out on one of the sofas, barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt . Meghan, who'd shown me in said: "photo session," and led the way out onto the balcony. There she proceeded to take photos of me, with no explanation of course. That done she went back into the condo and said: "strip." By now, I was used to her odd ways and relatively comfortable with taking my clothes off around her and Elizabeth. And, of course, I knew better than to argue. I stripped. "Do him," said our mistress, and Elizabeth obligingly stood in front of me and started to fondle by cock. I, of course, promptly got hard. "OK, back off." Elizabeth moved away and as I stood, slightly red-faced and rigid, Meghan knelt down and took photos of my cock. This was pretty weird, even by her standards. That night was clearly all business because instead of involving me in some sex play Meghan simply told me to go to the bathroom and jerk off - and make sure I didn't leave any mess. At least she let me jerk off. After that, she told me to leave and that she'd be in touch. Meghan The Lotus is an exclusive, private club for women that my late husband bought about fifteen years ago. I inherited it. In essence, it's a sex club, but that's too crude a description. It's a club that offers wealthy women the opportunity to have discreet and fun sexual adventures in comfort, safety and style. I stress 'wealthy' because the club is not cheap - the membership initiation fee is $100,000 and the monthly dues are $8,500. There is a member limit of one hundred and fifty and we have a long waiting list. Club employees are split into two groups. The first does the administration and service roles - book-keeping, cleaning, bartending, that kind of thing. The other group, who we call our 'escorts' are there to provide sex and are chosen for their attractiveness and sexual skills. We change the escorts fairly frequently to provide the members with variety. To ensure our supply - and we never have less than fifty on the books at any one time, we have arrangements with agencies in Bangkok, Paris, Buenos Aires, Rome, Los Angeles and New York. They are all wannabe actors and actresses who have no problem fucking for money. Members can also bring in their own guests - male or female - provided they can vouch for their manners and their health. For this they have to pay an additional fee. The club is housed in a four storey brownstone townhouse, plus a basement for the admin and service types, with each floor having, roughly, some theme or purpose. On the first, or ground, floor there are four suites each of which has a small complex of massage, sauna, steam, table-wash and changing rooms. Here individuals or couples can have any variation they can think of in terms of a massage spa experience - this was where I had taken Jeremy soon after I met him. On the second floor is the main bar, which has both a regular bar, for people to schmooze and drink. The bar also has a row of four-person booths. Also on the second floor are four bedrooms, featuring king-sized beds, and ensuite bathrooms. On the third floor are two mini-theaters, designed to allow an audience to watch sexual acts on a central stage - this is where we took Jeremy when Armando put on his act with Elizabeth. In addition there are four more bedroom suites and, finally, a small movie theatre, seating may twenty, that shows the live footage of people in the various rooms of the house. This is so people can watch others having sex in the club. The common areas are all live footage and each bedroom and sauna room has a live, multi-angle camera set-up which members can turn on or off depending on whether or not they like to exhibit - which is, probably, about twenty percent of the members. The top floor consists of large room with numerous couches and cushions and, surrounding it, ten small bedroom suites. This is the cruising zone. People who want sex go here and either use the large room, if they want to exhibit, or the small rooms if they don't. On both the second and fourth floors - the bar and the cruise zone - club employees, known as 'escorts' are available for members. The mix and type varies, but in general, on any one night, we always have ten to fifteen men on hand and about up to ten girls, of which Elizabeth was once one before I took her for my private use. The members decide what the mix is. Each of those escorts is available for sex with members and each is rigorously and frequently tested for STDs. Members can, and frequently do, book and reserve favoured escorts - like I did with Armando. The escorts are paid by the club and no tipping is allowed. For members' eyes only, there is an online database of escorts. This contains photos, of course, both clothed and naked and details about the person - age, place of birth, education, etc., together with commentary on their sexual and sensual skills and specialties and, finally, the dates and times they are available. Members can use this directory to select an escort, either by direct reservation or as an aide memoire if they are cruising. The photos I took of Jeremy were intended for this database. Finally, each member's interests were carefully recorded and tracked so that escorts could be properly briefed on what was expected. Jeremy "Come over here, now," says she-who-must-be-obeyed. And I did. "Have you enjoyed our little sessions?" She asked. "Yes." "Of course you have," she responded with a slight, somewhat sarcastic, smile, "would you like to explore a little more?" Knowing her propensity for the bizarre, I thought that at some level I would undoubtedly regret my decision but, nevertheless, said, again, "yes." "Good. Then let me tell you what we're going to do." And she proceeded to explain what The Lotus was all about. At the end she said: "we're going to let you try being an escort for a while, so you gain experience. What do you think?" What I thought was that I was horrified. I had visions of me having to loll around naked and have a bunch of elderly women check me out and demand weird sexual things from me. But, on the other hand, the idea of being a sex object was kind of appealing. Jeremy the stud. "Um, would I, like, have to, like cruise the halls or something?" "Very witty. No, what I have in mind is training you. I want to build your confidence and improve your pathetic skills, so 'cruising' is not on the cards. At least not for a while. What I see you doing is being made available for reserved appointments only. We'll see where you go from there." Meghan I could see that he was clearly interested but also scared. I guess it's quite a step going from being a mousy little accountant to being a boy-toy. At least he wouldn't be a prostitute; nobody was going to pay him a dime. My thought was to put him in the database with limited availability and stress that he was almost a virgin, had little or no sexual experience but, as they could see from the photos, was physically attractive and the owner of a splendid cock and set of balls. Several of the members would go for the equipment alone, but many would relish the idea of innocence. There is something wonderful in the concept of corruption. Jeremy Four days later Meghan called and told me to be at The Lotus at eight the following evening and to use the employees entrance at the rear of the building. This I did and, upon announcing my name, the door clicked open and a pretty oriental girl bowed and said, very softly "please to follow." That I did, along a corridor and then up two flights of steps then through a door which opened into the bar. There were several people at the bar, an equal mix of men and women, but the girl led me to an empty booth and indicated I should sit down. I did so. A few minutes later a woman slid into the booth opposite me. She was older than I expected; she looked to be about my mom's age but with a very expensive air to her that my mom had never had. Weird. "Jeremy, right?" "Yes ma'am." "Ma'am. I like that," she said, smiling pleasantly. This was a marked contrast to the cool indifference of Meghan and even Elizabeth's slightly warmer but still distant manner. "Have you come here before?" "Um, yes ma'am, a er.. friend of mine has brought me here, twice." "Oh, how sweet. And what did you do with your friend when you came here?" "Um, well the first time we had like a sauna thing." "Ah, and did you also have a massage?" "Yes ma'am we did, I did I mean." "Oh, you were together for this?" "Um, yes ma'am." "And did your massage have a happy ending?" "Ma'am?" "Did you experience a sexual release? Were you masturbated? Did you come?" "Yes ma'am," I answered, by now having lost my initial confidence and reverting to my blushing, stumbling self of old. I thought I'd got beyond that. "Mmmn. And what about the second time?" "Ma'am?" "The second time you came here, Jeremy - no pun intended." "Oh, yeah, well that time there were three of us, or, actually four, and um... we, that is my friend and I, sat and watched the other two um... you know, do it.. um." "Do it. You mean you watched them fuck?" This said in a quiet, sweet voice as if she were asking if I had enjoyed a trip to the beach or something. This was definitely weird, I mean here I was talking about sex with a woman twice my age. She was pretty good looking though - where did that thought come from? "Er, yes we um watched them." "And did you enjoy that? Did it excite you?" "Um, yes ... it did." "And what happened after you'd watched the other two? Did you fuck your friend?" "Er, not really." "No? Hmmn, so what did you do? You did get off didn't you?" "Yes ma'am, I did. I did get off." "So how? Did she suck you off?" Fuck, how can she sit there and ask these questions while looking like such a nice middle-class lady? I mean, I was like really embarrassed by now. But, on the other hand, my cock was hard. Fuck me. "Um, well, er no, no she didn't do that. She doesn't do that." "Hmmn, interesting. So you don't fuck her and she doesn't suck you off. What do you with her?" "Um, she lets me ... um, play with myself. That's what we did, what we do, when she lets me." "So, Jeremy, do you like that? Wouldn't you like to fuck her, have her suck your cock you know, like normal people do?" "I guess, but she doesn't do that." "So, if she doesn't fuck who do you fuck?" "Well, actually, I .. er, don't. Well, I did once. She let me um ... do it with someone else." "Oh me oh my. You poor thing. So, Jeremy, you're blushing. Are you also hard? Is your cock hard from all this talk Jeremy?" "Yes." "Would you like to fuck me?" "Yes." "Why don't we take a little walk?" And she slid out of the booth and, without saying another word, walked past me out of the bar. I quickly followed, in some serious discomfort. I need to start getting some pants that are looser around the crotch. She opened a door and I followed her into a bedroom, rather like a very upscale hotel room. "Do you come very quickly Jeremy? Are you going to disappoint me and come too soon?" "Um, maybe. I don't know." "Well, why don't we take care of you now and allow you to recover so we can take our time? Would that be alright?" I wasn't really sure what she meant, but I mutely nodded. With that, she came close to me and put her hand on my cock. "Oh my, you are ready, aren't you?" And, standing very close to me now, she unbuckled my belt, slid down my pants and shorts and allowed my cock to spring out in its usual stiff, rigid way. "Ooh, this is nice, Jeremy," she said and slid down my body until she was kneeling in front of me. Without another word, she put her right hand around my cock, opened her mouth and slid it in. Within a very short time the warmth and wetness of her mouth, coupled with her hand sliding up and down my shaft caused me to come. I managed to stay upright but definitely felt like crumpling to the ground as I thrust and twitched and pumped my come into her hot, sucking mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing until I was totally spent, then gently pushed me onto the bed as she stood up. "Well, aren't you a naughty boy, messing up my lipstick like that. Take off your clothes, darling." Exhausted as I felt, I managed to pull off my clothes and lay on my back watching her. My cock began to subside and she idly fondled it for a second as she lay down alongside me, kicking off her shoes as she did so. "Was that nice?" she whispered. "Yes, it was wonderful." "Aren't you sweet," she murmured, "so, would you like to make me happy?" "Yes ma'am." "Well start by playing with me a little, Jeremy." She was still fully clothed, wearing some kind of wrap around dress made of some incredibly soft material of a grayish sort of colour. Tentatively, I began to touch her shoulders as she looked at me then, slowly, I slid a hand down to her breast and started to rub that. "Gently, darling, nice and soft and slow." I did as commanded, moving from breast to breast. "Kiss me," she said, and I did, feeling her tongue open my lips and slide around the inside of my mouth. I did the same back to her and it was kind of like dueling tongues. This was getting pretty good, hot even, and I could feel my cock starting to liven up. While I was kissing her she took one of my hands and slid it down her dress to the hem, pushed it under the skirt and pulled it up her naked thigh. This without a word. I took the hint and, remembering Meghan and Elizabeth's limited instruction, and her admonition to be soft and slow, gradually slid my hand up until I felt the silk of her panties. Without diving under them, as was very much my inclination, I ignored them and slowly and idly stroked her thighs, her hips, the stomach above her pubic area. One thing I immediately noticed was that her skin was softer than Meghan's or Elizabeth's, less firm, maybe. Not unpleasant at all, just somewhat different. After several minutes doing this, and kissing her at the same time, I let my hand rub across the front of her panties. They were wet. I could feel the wiriness of he hair underneath them and, slowly, slid one finger under the panties then rubbed her upper thigh with that finger, touching now her hair with hand on the outside of the panties. I did that for a while, gradually feeling all around her cunt and gradually handling all of her bush as she opened her legs wider and wider. When she started to hump my hand, I withdrew it. Again, this was something Meghan had told me to do: "touch and withdraw, do it again and again, never, ever go straight to the nipple or her cunt - always tease her, get her excited then stop, excited and stop; you want to get to the state where she is going to beg you to finish her off." And, of course, whatever Meghan says, I do. I brought my hand out from under her skirt, moved it to her breasts and started the same kind of movements. Touching, withdrawing, sliding inside her dress to feel the top of her chest, sliding sideways to feel the swell of her breast, once sliding all the way inside her bra to feel the soft breast and the hard nipple. All the while, we were kissing and, again, at Meghan's direction, I was breaking away from time to time, to lick her neck and her ear, to softly blow into her ear after I had licked it. She seemed to like what I was doing, even if I really had no idea whether I was doing it right or wrong. WTF, just keep trucking. After a bout of playing with her breasts, I left one hand in that area and slid the other down her body to rub her stomach and her pubic area - all through her dress. As I started that, I felt her hand on my cock - my very naked cock - which was now hard again. She played with me for a second then sat up, unwrapped her dress somehow and threw it off the bed. Still sitting up, she unhooked her bra then lay back. Her breasts were much larger that either Meghan's or Elizabeth's and, again, noticeably softer, less firm. She pulled my head down to a breast and, getting the idea, I began to lick and suckle the nipple. "Bite it," she said in a whisper, "gently." I did, biting it softly then releasing it, licking it, sucking it then biting it again. Her nipples were, again, larger than M&E's, a dark brown colour with large aureoles. Pressing my face into them only emphasized the relative softness of her body. "Take off my panties", she said. And I did, sliding down the bed to kneel over her, my cock sticking out as she lifted herself to allow me to slide them down her legs and off. Now we were both naked. "Play with my pussy," she whispered as I knelt over her. She was really wet, even the tops of her thighs were wet; I could smell her wetness. "Taste me, put your mouth on me." This was something I'd never done, but I'd seen M&E do it to each other so I had a pretty good idea. And, of course, Meghan had made me taste and lick Elizabeth's cunt once. I put my face into that hairy wetness, inhaling the strong, attractive smell, and began to lick her. I knew, from Meghan of course, about the clitoris and how it should be sucked and played with so I started doing that. Not for long. I'd barely begun nibbling on her clitoris before she pulled my head away and said, urgently: "get on your back." I did so, my cock sticking up hard and proud and, without another word, she straddled me, just as I'd seen Elizabeth do with Armando that time. She put her hands on my arms, pinning me to the bed, and began a fast, thrusting motion with her hips. I could barely feel her cunt it was so wet and so much looser than the one time I'd been inside Elizabeth. But I could feel her bush as she shoved and grunted back and forth, her hair rubbing hard against me, which gradually got wet from the juice coming from her. In a short while her breathing got really heavy, she was grunting like an animal, then with one last push she gave a sort of wail and slowly, shudderingly, slowed down and then stopped. After a while she slid off me and lay on her back, alongside me, panting. I lay there, too, my glistening cock still sticking up. "You didn't come," she said after a while, idly feeling my cock. "Would you like to fuck some more so you can come inside me? Or shall I suck you off or maybe just use my hand on you? What would you like?" "Use your hand." And she did, leaning close to me as I lay on my back, masturbating me with a slow, gentle firmness. I came pretty quickly, lying there and watching the semen dribble over her fingers. She smiled at me, licked one of her fingers clean and then put the others up to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked my come off her hand. Meghan Chavalier Meghan Chavalier is a transsexual entertainer and has starred in 150 adult films, has directed adult films, has written adult films, has appeared as a female impersonator, has written a novel, and has been a professional model. Meghan, has been called the most beautiful transsexual star by "Adult Video News" (AVN). "TV Epic Magazine" said "Meghan Chavalier changed the face of transgender films." "EroZine Magazine" calls Meghan "The Reigning Queen of Transgender Films." Born in Hurley, Wisconsin, Meghan went by Greyhound bus to Texas after graduating from high school, but she lived there only a brief time before relocating to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Here, she saw a transsexual for the first time in her life and realized at once that she was also a transgendered person. After a disappointing first love, she temporarily returned to Wisconsin, working as a pricing analyst for a large corporation in Milwaukee. In Milwaukee, she met a waiter-by-day, drag queen-by-night entertainer who took her under his wing and helped her to get her first job as a performer on stage. She appeared as Meghan Crawford. Her act included her singing a song, "Love... Thy Will Be Done," by Martika, during which she hung from a cross wearing gold panties and a matching brassiere. This part of her act was controversial. One night, she and a fellow transsexual, Alex Forrest, renamed Meghan as Meghan Chavalier, after Maurice Chevalier, substituting the letter "a" for the first letter "e." On the way to Florida, in 1992, Meghan stopped in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her visit to this city lasted an unexpected five years, during which time she began her transformation into a transwoman. A popular nightclub, Papa Joe's, was looking for a replacement for a transsexual who had played Madonna (entertainer)|Madonna, and Meghan applied for the position, imitating Annie Lennox. For the next three years, she portrayed Lennox on stage 17 times each week. Meghan also impersonated Cher and Madonna. After a brief visit to Hollywood, California, with friend and fellow transsexual Kimberly Devine, Meghan decided that Tinsel Town was the place to be, and she moved into a studio apartment between Sunset Boulevard and Santa Monica Boulevard. Here, in 1996, she did a photographic spread for ''Transformation Magazine'', which led to her appearance in the film ''Transsexual Centerfolds'' a year later. This production launched her career as a transsexual porn star, from which she took a leave of absence in 2001, after being featured in 150 adult films, to study philosophy and religion at the Midwestern home she purchased in Indiana with Eric, her boyfriend of over five years. Meghan returned to making films in 2006 with "Wendy's Wild Shemales 4" and her own series of films. "Fill Bill: Revenge of the Shemale" will be released sometime after her autobiography is released in March 2007 among other "Best Of Meghan Chavalier" DVDs. Meghan was the first transsexual performer to ever sign a contract with an adult film company, Devils Films Inc, in the late 1990's. This broke down a wall in the industry that had long held firm for transsexual performers. Meghan has also directed adult films and wrote one--''Transsexual University''--and has appeared on 20 magazine covers, including: "Transformed," "Body Language," "Transformation Bondage Catalog," "TV Epic," "AVN Magazine" (as the first transsexual to ever appear on the cover, December 1998), "TGirl Magazine," and "Penis Restraints." Meghan has appeared in numerous adult films, including: "40 Of The World's Most Beautiful She Males," "Autobiography of A Shemale," "Bedroom Trannies," "Best Of Transsexual Prostitutes," "Bossy Shemales," "Cocks in Frocks 14," "Cross Dressed Ass Stuffers," "Dear Trannie," "Dicksy Chicks," "Fill Bill," "Revenge of the Shemale," "Groping America," "Granny Trannie Gangbang," "Half the Man I Used To Be," "Hard Hat She Males," "He-She Adventures," "He-She Hollywood Hookers." "Horny Little Devils," "How To Tie Your Girl," "Hung She Male," "Married With Shemale," "Meghan Chavalier: She-Male Therapist," "Nasty Shemale Sex," "Pretty Girl-Boy," "Queen," "Ream That She-Male's Ass," "Rent-A-Trannie," "She Male Candor," "She Male Cocktails," "She Male Danger Zone," "Shemale Fantasia," "She Male Lingerie Party," "She Male Love Dolls," "She Male Love Dolls 2," "She Male Love Dolls 3," "She Male Masseuse," "She Male Nation 3," "She Male Parlor Maids," "She Male Showgirls," "She Male Slumber Party (II)," "She Male Splendor," "SheMale Surprise," "She Male Swat Team Vol.2," "She Male Workout," "he Male! Male! Male!," "She Males Down Home," "She Males Who Do Men In The Ass," "She's Got Nuts #2," "She's Got Nuts #3," "She Male Nation 2," "She Male Strokers 8," "She Males Uncontrolled," "Shemale Delivers," "Shemale Foreman," "Shemale Interception," "Shemales With Shemales," "Shemales With Huge Cocks #2." "Spank My Tranny Ass," "Squirt Goes The Tranny, " "Suck My -Male Cock," "Summer Girls ... and Some Are Not!," "Summer Girls ... and Some Are Not! 5," "That 70's Transsexual Show," "The TS Dating Game," "Trannie Get Your Gun," "Trannie Hotel." "Trannie Interrupted," "Trannie Is A Tramp." "Trannie Maid Service," "Trannie Mechanics," "Trannie Trivia," "Trannies Do It With Estrogen," "Trannies In Leather," "Trannies Suck Big Time," "Trannies To Go," "Trans Solo Vol #1." "Transsexual Home Nurses," "Transsexual Adventures, Volume One," "Transsexual Beauty Queens 12" (nominated for AVN Award), "Transsexual Consignor," "Transsexual Desires," "Transsexual Dream Girls," "Transsexual Dream Girls 2," "Transsexual Dream Girls 3m" "Transsexual Dream Girls 4," "Transsexual Dream Girls 5," "Transsexual Dream Girls #6," "Transsexual Dream Girls #7," "Transsexual Dynasty Part 3," "Transsexual Dynasty Part 4," "Transsexual High School Reunion," "Transsexual Hookers Transsexual Prostitutes 4," "Transsexual Prostitutes 7" (nominated for AVN Award), "Transsexual Prostitutes Volume 1-5," "Transsexual Prostitutes Volume 6-10," "Transsexual Slaves," "Transsexual Slumber Party," "Transsexual Temptations," "Transsexual University: Cheerleader Edition," "Trannys Gone Wild," "TS Sex School," "TVs On TV," "Vegas Trannies," "Vices à Miami," "Viva Las Trannies," and "Wendys Wild Shemales 4." Along with Diana Hignutt, Ms. Chavalier shares the distinction of being a novelist. Meghan is currently writing the sequels to a trilogy of fantasy novels that began with the publication of "The Mystical Journey: The Book of Elandor," under the pen name K. J. Siirila. The second book in the series will be called "The Mystical Journey: The Book of Garenon." The final installment will be called "The Mystical Journey: The Book of Arisat." The trilogy takes place in three worlds--the Valley of Illumination, the Forest of Shadows, and the Midnight Mountains--as various fantastic beings, including angelic spirits, faeries, a shaman, myrmidon, ghouls, witches, warlocks, trolls, gremlins, goblins, the netherworld ruler, and a seer, seek to possess a book of spells ("The Book of Elandor"), a book of curses ("The Book of Garenon"), and a book of secrets ("The Book of Arisat") that will grant their owner power great enough to conquer the world. Meghan has signed exclusively with Author House and will release her autobiography in March 2007. The book has been titled "Confessions of a Transsexual Porn Star." Meghan will be the first transsexual porn star to release an autobiography. Meghan: Franco's Trilogy Pt. 02 I took my time getting back from my half-baked attempt to run off with the love of my life, Janine. My surprise visit was a disaster in some ways, but good in one aspect. It gave me time to think about what I was doing wrong in my life...and how to correct it. I had almost made up my mind. I had concluded that my unconventional desires had led me to neglect my marriage. It hadn't been good for a long, long time. Maybe I should give it one more shot and put my own needs on the back burner. It was probably a rationalization...no one really wants an aging Dom that would soon be resorting to the little blue pill. I was amazingly calm and less than heartbroken when I arrived. Perhaps I had overestimated my devotion to Janine. "The lord works in mysterious ways," I thought. My body tensed up for a moment as I reflected on the blasphemous context of my Biblical reference. When the bolt of lightning didn't strike me dead, I started to chuckle. "God...am I fucked up or what?" I pushed the button on the door opener and waited patiently for the thing to roll up. Terry's car was gone. I figured she was out shopping or having a drink after work with her friends. I pulled the car in and closed the door behind me. When I finally made it through the door into the kitchen, I found a note on the counter. "Gone camping with Mom and Dad...see you Sunday night. Love ya, T." Oh well. I dropped my bags and made a beeline for the fridge and pulled out a beer. I drifted into the den and plopped down in my recliner, suddenly realizing how exhausted I was. I discovered how tired I had been when I woke up. The sun was streaming through the windows. Damn, it was Saturday morning. It was a beautiful spring day, the kind that rekindles the ebbing spirit of youth in an aging married man. You know; the kind of day that makes you kid yourself into thinking you actually know how to work on your car, the ultimate test of manhood. And what better way to relive those good old days than to slide under that sports car you have living in your garage, the one which will one day be totally restored. God forbid it should actually run. After a quick shower and an even quicker breakfast I found myself under my TR-4. I was humming quietly as I relived my youthful carnage, when I heard someone shouting in my kitchen. "Anyone home?" I instantly recognized Meghan's voice. She was one of my wife's friends. She had obviously let herself in when no one answered the door. I shouted that I was in the garage watched a pair of sandals walk across the floor towards the car. "Where are you?" She stood right next to my pride and joy, obviously unaware I was right below with my head only inches from her perfectly pedicured feet. I was tempted to grab one of her ankles, but changed my mind, fearing she would panic, fall and break something, more than likely my wallet. I silently inched my head out from under the car and glanced up. I needed to remember for future reference that lying on your back with your head between a woman's feet can be quite enchanting, especially if she is wearing a short sundress. The view was spectacular. Meghan was a big girl, tall, with a lush ass to die for and a set of beautifully muscled legs that looked like they could crush a walnut. Even better, she was wearing the most miniscule pair of panties I had ever seen. Not to mention, that they were made of the sheerest material that could still be qualified as fabric. I realized that this wasn't a prudent thing to be doing, staring at her perfectly shaped and completely shaved pussy. I coughed. She squealed...jumping back quickly while reaching for her heart. "God damn, Franco...you scared the hell out of me," she shrieked. "Sorry, Sugar," I mumbled apologetically as I crawled out from under the car. "What can I do for you?" She was still a bit flushed, but had calmed down enough to reply. "I was looking for your wife. I am bored to death and was looking for someone to hang out with. It is Saturday...golfing with the guys day." She sounded a bit frosted with a hint of loneliness added for good measure. I felt kind of sorry for her. She and her husband were a lot younger than us and I couldn't figure out why her husband enjoyed spending more time with his buddies than with her. She was sexy, hot looking and had always been a lot of fun when we got together. At this stage of our marriage, the weekends had been fuckathons until the kids came along. "She's not home, Love. When I got home, I found a note that said she had gone to visit mys for the weekend. But you are welcome to pal around with me. Do you know anything about cars?" She laughed and wrinkled her brow. "Emmmmmmmm...not a lot. Wait, does a lot of experience in the back seat of a Chevy count?" "You bad girl...you need a spanking." Her brow wrinkled again, but this time it was less pondering and downright angry. "That reminds me, buster. You got pretty damn frisky at your party last week...smacking my ass like that. You are sooooooooooo bad. I don't know how your wife puts up with you." Her angry resolve crumbled and she started to giggle. "I was so shocked, I was speechless." "Damn...and I thought you were quiet because you liked it." I grinned as boyishly as a man my age can and shrugged my shoulders. "Well you bruised me and I had a hell of a time explaining it to Mike. Hell, it's still there. Why on earth did you do it?" "Because, it was there?" She growled and glared at me, feigning as much anger as she could. "I could kiss it and make it better." I puckered up my lips and leaned forward. "Acccccccccck...you have no shame. What am I going to do with you?" I cupped my chin in my hand and placed my index finger across my lips as if pondering the answer to her question. I looked her directly into her eyes and cocked my head to the side. I was going to think of another smart-assed remark to add to our banter but something made me lose track of my thoughts. Could it have been her soft brown eyes that stared back into mine, a fiery twinkle in them I hadn't noticed? Suddenly she wasn't just Meghan, my wife's friend. I stared blatantly. God...she was a beautiful woman. "Ok...I did like it." Those words came out of nowhere. Now I was speechless. And as if reading the confusion in my mind, she continued. "I liked the way your hand felt...I wanted you to do it again." Her expression changed instantly. It was if she had said something that she regretted. Her face flushed and she nervously bit her lower lip. I took a deep breath as another thought entered my mind. The little red guy whispered to me...do it...do it. The little white guy screamed...don't do it...don't do it. I might have been completely wrong with what I was thinking but I couldn't stop myself. She could have been teasing...jerking my chain. God knows what would happen if I was wrong. Fuck. She shuddered when my hand touched her waist. I turned her slowly and gently pushed her body over the hood of my car. It was so quiet you could hear my hand move through the air. The sound cracked through the air like thunder when I smacked her ass. "Oh my god," she whimpered. "What am I doing?" I smacked her again. This time she only moaned and arched her hips back for more. I sensed a dark, hidden secret had been exposed and it took only a second to take this moment further. I flipped her dress up over her hips. Her tiny thong left her lush cheeks completely bare. I slapped her again...and again, until her once milky-white flesh had turned a brilliant red. Her breathing was ragged and her moans of pleasure grew louder and louder as I hit her harder and harder. By then my cock was straining against the front of my jeans. There was still time to back out, walk away before I did something that would change our lives completely. Fuck, she was my wife's best friend. But Meghan had been right. I had no shame. A second later, my jeans were open, her panties somewhere on the floor of my garage and my cock buried ball deep into the tightest and wettest pussy I had ever fucked. I had barely found a steady rhythm when her body stiffened. "Oh my god," she screamed. "I'm cumming...fuck...I'm cumming." Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Her incredible pussy gripped my like a vise and within seconds of stuffing my achingly hard cock into this beautiful woman, an incredibly violent orgasm washed over her body. There was no control, no subtle or sophisticated techniques to stand in the way of raw, unbridled passion. Just knowing I had made her cum so quickly made my ball juice instantly boil over and explode into her hungry cunt. Suddenly, somewhere in my totally frazzled brain, a thought flashed through its overloaded circuits. "Fuck...what if she gets..." But I couldn't pull out...I didn't even slow down. Every muscle in my body focused on driving my cock deeper and deeper into her womb. There was nothing I could do but cum. She screamed as stream after stream of hot, potent sperm splashed against the walls of her cunt. Slowly, our bodies began to calm down. Our ragged breathing finally smoothed out and returned to normal. She pushed herself up straight and leaned back into my chest as my arms circled her waist. "What the hell just happened?" she whispered. "I don't know...but whatever it was, it was incredible." I slid my hands up and cupped her large breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently, molding them like warm putty. She tilted her head to the side and I kissed the smooth nape of her neck, moving my lips up to her ear and gently tugging the soft lobe. She shivered slightly then pushed my hands away from her tits. A moment of doubt crossed my mind but my disappointment quickly disappeared when she slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders and pulled her arms free. The top of her dress dropped to her waist. You could almost hear me smile when she put my hands back in place and held them there with her own. She was quiet for a moment then turned her face to mine, kissing me lightly on the cheek. "Franco, you're still inside me. Are you ever planning on taking it out? Not that it doesn't feel wonderful." She giggled softly and rolled her hips gently against my loins. I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered. "Not unless you promise me that this won't be the last time." I arched my hips forward and pushed it deeper into her cum filled pussy. I flexed my rapidly hardening cock and began to pump it in and out very slowly. She moaned and squeezed me with her incredible vaginal muscles. "Do you mean today...or tomorrow?" she groaned. I laughed and nuzzled her neck. "We have the rest of this weekend...and the next if I remember correctly." "Then why don't we find someplace a little more comfortable. And maybe, we can make it last a little longer." She giggled and pulled away from me and headed into the house. We finally made it to the guest room. I had a little shred of conscience left. It would have been pretty cold to fuck her in the same bed I fucked my wife. However, as we passed the door to the master bedroom, the possibilities of the three of us did creep into my wicked mind. Good grief, I really didn't have any shame. I closed the door and locked it, just in case we had another uninvited guest walk into my house. When I turned around, she was already completely naked, sitting on the bed with her heels pulled up and resting on the edge; her arms wrapped around her knees. I watched her as I took off my own clothes, taking a moment to let her beauty soak in. She didn't let my cock out of her sight. She looked pleased, staring at it intently, as if examining and recording the details of its size and shape. Meghan finally looked up at me and smiled. "Damn...You are really big, Franco. I mean really, really big. No wonder your wife is always smiling. " "But, perhaps you should know that you have the tightest pussy I have ever fucked." She blushed slightly and bit her lower lip. "Well, that's not all that's tight," she quipped, her blush spreading from head to toe. "God," she laughed. "Did I just say that?" "I think you did, lover. Might that mean I am going to find out?" I let my eyes travel over her body and slowly moved towards her. She leaned back on her elbows and let her knees open slowly. Her outer lips were swollen, glistening in the soft light that spilled through the window. Cum leaked out between the puffy petals and slowly trickled down into the crack of her ass. "Maybe she," she teased. "But tell me, are you squeamish?" I immediately caught onto what she had in mind and grinned knowingly. She reached between her legs and ran her fingers along the slit, coating scooping up as much cum as she could. She smiled wickedly, then brought her fingers to her lips and slowly licked off every drop. "Emmmmmmmm...Hungry?" I shook my head yes and knelt down on the floor, positioning myself between her legs. "Eat this pussy, Baby, and it's yours whenever you want it." I was starving by then and simply dropped my head down and pushed my face into her pussy. She groaned as my mouth attacked her cum filled cunt. "Oh shit," she screamed. "God I love it. Eat me you nasty fucker...it's all yours Baby...fuck." The mixture of our juices filled my mouth as I pushed my tongue up into her body. I savored the curious mixture, and fed on her silky flesh like a starving man. Our combined juices were salty and slightly tart. We tasted delicious, and I sucked every drop I could find into my mouth. When her pussy was completely clean, I searched for the bit that had dripped into the crack of her ass. I slid my hands under her hips and lifted her lush cheeks upward, letting my tongue slide down into the warm crevice. She squealed in pleasure as my tongue licked away the creamy juice, gasping as the tip of my tongue found her crinkly asshole. I curled my tongue, making it stiff, and plunged it into the tight ring. "Yesssssssssss," she screamed. "God I love that...yes...yes...yesssssssssssssss. God you're nasty, you wicked bastard...don't stop, god don't stop." I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, swirling it around, tasting her anal juices as I tongue fucked her greasy chute. She began to buck her ass against my tongue, wildly churning her hips as her moaning grew louder and louder. I sensed she was about to cum again and ground my face against her pussy, making sure it rubbed against her clit as my tongue continued its relentless assault on her asshole. Suddenly she screamed and locked her legs around my head, holding me tight against her as she thrashed her hips in the air. Finally, she began to calm down and let her ass back down onto the mattress. Her legs slid from around my shoulders and hung limply off the bed. I pulled myself up and over her body and lay on the bed, tugging her gently up into my arms. We lay on our sides, facing each other. She finally opened her eyes, and stared into mine. She was glowing, a satisfied look on her face, but her eyes still fiery, hungry for more. "You can't imagine how badly I needed that...damn, you." She laughed softly and stroked my chest lightly with her finger tips. "I know I shouldn't tell you, but he won't eat me. He thinks it's dirty. And just so you know...he's not half as big. It's a good thing he makes a lot of money." She giggled, reached down and squeezed my cock. It was ready for more and began to tingle as her hand moved up and down its length. "Careful, Baby...it might go off accidentally," I warned her. "Is it me...making it this hard? Lie to me." "There's no need to lie, Baby...It's all you." She smiled and squeezed me one last time. Then, she put her hand against my chest and pushed me onto my back. She rolled her body over mine and straddled my hips, sitting straight up, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked majestic sitting astride my body. She slid her hands up and cupped her enormous tits in her hands, lifting one to her lips and sucking her thick nipple into her mouth. "You like them, lover? They come with the package." I grunted out something I can't remember and ground my steely hard cock up against her ass. "You need it don't you Baby. Let's make my earlier 'maybe' a yes," she whispered. "But take it easy, Baby...I've never had anything that big in my tight little ass." I thought about turning her over, but before I could move, she sat up on her knees and reached back, taking my cock in her warm hand. She guided the swollen head between her cheeks and pressed the tip against her crinkly bud. Her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly dropped her hips, impaling her bowels on my cock, one rock hard inch at a time. Her mouth opened and a loud moan escaped. "Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk," she hissed. "Oh god, Baby, you're packing me tight. Fuck, you feel like you're in my throat." Her cheeks finally hit the tops of my thighs and her body became completely still. She waited, getting used to the feel of my cock inside her ass then began to rock her hips back and forth. Her sphincters felt like a cock ring around the base of my throbbing meat. I had never felt anything like it...her asshole gripped me like a vise. "Sweet Jesus, your dick is huge. Why did we wait so long...fuck." Gradually, she began lifting her hips up and down, until she was posting on my cock full throttle. She would draw her body up until only the tip was inside her ass then slam back down, driving it in like a battering ram. Her ass felt like it was moving in four directions at the same time and all I could do was lay there, my body a mass of quivering jelly. She was the wildest fuck I had ever encountered. Her hands dug into my chest, clawing like a wild animal, her nails leaving furrows across my chest I could never explain away. But I didn't care. It was like the first fuck I had ever had, combined with everyone after that. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. I was so fucking hot my ball juice was turning into steam...I had to cum soon or my nuts would explode. We were getting close...very close. And the harder and faster we fucked, more and more filth poured out of her mouth. "Tell me you love my ass you mother-fucker...tell me," she begged. "Of course I love your dirty ass, you nasty bitch. It's the tightest ass I have ever fucked, you little slut. Do you love my cock? Do you?" I screamed. "Fuck yes...God I love your meat, Baby. I love the way it fills my nasty ass, the way it churns my guts inside out. Fuck me harder, Baby...hurt me, rip my ass open with that big fucking cock. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum...god damn, fuck me harder...oh fuck...faster." She fell against me, flattening those huge tits of hers against my chest. Her hips moved faster, pumping my cock with short, rapid strokes. "Nowwwwwwwwwwww, Baby...fuck...fuck...oh fuck." Her pronouncement was music to my ears. It was time to let go. I lifted my hips off the bed and drove my cock as deep as I could into her hungry ass, digging my fingers into her cheeks as I relinquished control and let my cum explode deep inside her bowels. We growled and screamed and hissed and clawed our way through the most mind blowing orgasm of the century. She was whimpering like a child when we finally came down and clung to my body like a second skin. We lay still for several minutes. Finally she moved, sliding her body up mine slowly until my totally spent cock slipped from her asshole. I could feel my cum dripping down onto my groin and flowing slowly down over my balls, seeping into every nook and cranny along the way. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She started to say something but turned her head away. I gently turned her face back to mine. "Go ahead, Baby. Say what you were going to say." Her eyes misted up and tears began to run down her cheeks. "What the hell is going on, lover?" "Oh God, Franco...I am so sorry. I wasn't supposed to say a word, but fuck, you'll find out sooner or later." Meghan: Franco's Trilogy Pt. 02 "What...what...what?" I queried. "Terry isn't coming back, Franco. Shit...she told me to keep you distracted when you got home so you wouldn't go looking for her until she was long gone. I'm sorry, Baby." I was stunned. I just stared at her face letting the facts, or what I understood to be the facts, sink in. I rolled Meghan over until we were on our sides, facing each other. I stammered for a moment then finally worked the words out of my mouth. "You mean...Terry left me?" "Yeah, Baby. She told me some bull shit about not being able to take vanilla anymore, that she had found a Master, for Christ's sake. She said you could never be what she wanted...that you could never understand. She called him her Dom. What the fuck was that all about? My mouth fell open as the irony of the whole thing hit me like a ton of bricks. I just couldn't keep from laughing...laughing hysterically. "What's so fucking funny, Franco? I just told you your wife ran off with another dude and you start laughing. What the fuck's the matter with you?" "Baby, you'd never understand in a million years. Honest. But can I ask you a question? Was fucking me part of the distraction?" I watched the blush wash over her face. "That just kind of happened...sort of," she answered meekly. "You must think I am nothing but a slut, fucking you, all the time knowing what I did. But I was curious. I just had to know what she had left." I cocked one eyebrow and silently asked what any man in my situation had to ask. She read my face like a book and grinned. She reached down between us and gently squeezed my sticky cock. "Lover...the only reason any woman would ever leave this would be because she was fucking crazy. You, my dear man, are absolutely incredible. And trust me; this slut knows a fantastic fuck. And if she thinks you are vanilla, than I must be married to the original bean." She chuckled softly and squeezed my cock again. "Do you have any ideas on how to console this pitiful old man?" I grinned and flexed my cock in her hand. Just hearing what she had said had rebuilt my ego and lying next to this incredibly beautiful woman who was gently stroking my cock had started my juices flowing. She laughed softly when she felt my cock swelling in her hand. "I don't even want to know what is going through your mind, Franco. There's obviously more to learn to this story. Besides, if anyone should be giving someone a pity-fuck, it's you." She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and stared down at my filthy cock. She lowered her head, gently licked the swollen head and then looked up at me. "Let me show you what a filthy, little slut I really am." Her mouth opened wide and swallowed my cock completely. I closed my eyes as she began what I knew would be one hell of a blow-job. For the briefest moment, the events of the past few days flashed through my mind. I even wondered where Meghan and I were headed. But, when she pushed my legs back and pushed her face into the crack of my ass, everything else but the pleasure I was feeling was pushed aside. This was going to be one hell of a ride. Meghan (Long Time No See) It had been weeks since he'd last seen her. He knew that her being so far away would be difficult, but never anticipated just how hard maintaining their long distance relationship would be. He also never anticipated just how hard this long distance relationship would leave him. Admittedly, he had been spoiled. Their two year relationship during their last years of college gave them ample time to see each other. Back then they slept together on a practically night to night basis, whereas now they were only able to share a bed on holidays, during planned vacation times, and on the occasional, all too brief, weekend. After so much time spent in close quarters with nearly unlimited access to her, he was suffering from withdrawal. People talk about how absence makes the heart grow fonder, but no one ever talks about how absence makes your balls swell and your cock as stiff as a baseball bat. He did well for a while, keeping himself busy and involved in a variety of activities. As long as he was out with his friends, exercising, and focused on his work he was able to keep his mind somewhat off of her. It was the nights that proved to be the most difficult. Having to hear her voice every night on their nightly phone calls kept her securely planted in his mind for the rest of the evening. Her extended absence was wearing him down. He longed for their conversations, her laughter, and her radiant smile. This longing was manifesting itself in long sleepless nights. He hadn't slept particularly well since she left, but in the beginning at least he was sleeping. Lately, he spent his nights tossing and turning wondering where she was, what she was doing, and if she too was thinking about him. The night before she left to return home, they had made sweet passionate love on his bed. He always felt sadness in that last romp between the sheets. He could never bring himself to ignore the fact that this is the last time they would have sex for a long, long, time. Even with all the thoughts they both had running through their minds, they quickly lost themselves in their bodies, forgetting everything but that age old rhythm, the syrupy sweet grind of her body against his, his chest against her breasts, and their interlocked mouths. The worst part about not being able to sleep wasn't the not sleeping or even the fact that he probably wasn't getting the rest he needed. Instead, the worst part for him was the boiling lust he felt for her after long weeks apart and no way to satisfy his aching need. For many nights he lay awake erection throbbing as his mind couldn't help but replay various sexual episodes from their past. He thought about her warm wet mouth, the look of her pouty lips, the feel of her tongue running up and down his body, up and down his shaft. The harder he tried not to think about it the harder it was for him not to. He could see her looking up at him with those fuck me eyes as she took him in her mouth. He saw it as clearly as if it was happening right then and there. He could see the slight smile and gleam in her eye as he told her he was going to cum and he could see her taking everything he gave her. He could see her beautiful soft breasts and almost feel their pillowy mashing against his chest when she would grind her hot slit against his cock. He turned onto his back, fighting to think about something else and freeing his bulging erection from the pressure of his body. Still he saw her. She teased him, captivated him, all the way from another continent, and his lust grew. Now he saw her bent over her bed, delicious ass exposed in the air begging for it from behind. He could almost feel her hand guiding him into her and the hot wet squeeze of her cunt as his length disappeared. He saw her eyes and felt her bottom grind back on him as they fucked. He couldn't take it any longer, it had been far too long. He held the image of her in his mind and with eyes clenched tight began to stroke his straining erection. It wasn't going to take much he could already feel the familiar twinge signaling his impending orgasm. His hand was moving faster now and in his fantasy he saw Meghan moving faster against him as well. She was crying out and so was he. He felt the hot rush and saw stars as he felt his hot cum spray into his hand and up his belly. He felt drained. He rolled over and finally fell asleep. He missed her. He missed her body. He missed Meghan. Meghan Steps Out "We'll be by to pick you up in 10 minutes. Remember – sexy lingerie and nothing else but a coat to cover it up." The line went dead and Meghan wondered what she had gotten herself into. The 18-year-old was away at college for the first time and had decided to pledge one of the sororities on campus. The school is a good-sized private institution in the heartland. There are independent Greek groups on campus that are not affiliated with any chapter. As a result they do not have to answer to any larger organizations. Based on her partying experience in the first semester, Meghan quickly realized that to get anywhere socially she would have to "go Greek". The fraternities and sororities ruled the campus and she would have to become one of them in order to fit in. She had decided to go with the KOGs – Kappa Gamma Omega. The girls seemed really nice during rush and she had fun at their parties. She had seemed to make great connections with some of the girls, and besides, they always seemed to be with the cutest boys. Meghan took one more look at herself in the mirror. "Damn," she thought, "I do look good." Meghan had straight blond hair that fell just to shoulder length. Her athletic 5'8 figure was adorned with a matching lacey black bra and thong. She had also gone the extra naughty step of black thigh high stockings with tiny black heels. Her body was tight, athletic, and slightly tanned. What she lacked in breast size (34B), she more than made up for with abs and legs. But her ultimate asset was her eyes. She had the most striking pair of blue eyes. She took it as a compliment when people asked her if she wore fake contacts. And on several occasions, she had caught men staring into her eyes, completely oblivious to what she was saying. Pledging had been fun the first couple of weeks, but things had really started to ramp up this week. On Monday, she made out with a three boys she didn't know, per her big sis's instructions. Tuesday, she grabbed some kid's package at a party, because she was told to. What did they have in store for her tonight? Meghan grabbed the longest coat she had and met her sisters-to-be outside of her dorm. After a quick drive, she soon found her self in the outdoor quad of the school – a large open area bounded by three academic buildings and a boys' dorm. The entire sorority and all 18 pledges were present. KOG president Bridgette was the first to address the group. "Girls we have an annual tradition on this night of pledging. You want to become KOG sisters, but in order to do that you must live up to our standards. KOGs are known across campus as fun girls to be with, if you catch my drift. We need to see that spontaneity from you tonight. Each of you will be blindfolded. A pledge brother from another fraternity will soon be here and you will allow him to do whatever he wants to your body. Don't worry. No fucking. Just touching and whatever he likes. You can stop at anytime. But you will be dismissed from the pledge class. And your blindfold must stay on at all times. Take it off and you will be dismissed." "Ooo, naughty" thought Meghan. This would be unsual but she could handle it. She was the first to be blindfolded and she could hear one of the pledges – it sounded like prissy Heather – refusing to partake in the activity. "I am not some cheap slut. I don't need this shit." "Then we'll see you around, bitch. And don't bother coming to any of our parties 'cause you aint' getting in." Meghan heard the sound of another large group approaching. It was definitely a lot of boys. The fraternity had arrived. Within seconds Meghan was led by the hand some distance and then let go. She quickly felt a large hand grab hers. "Ummm. Hi," said the stranger. Meghan didn't respond, but let a small smile crack her lips. "Girls, remove your coats," Bridget barked. Meghan unbuttoned her coat and let it fall to the ground. She heard several whistles and cat calls from all of the men present. She even heard her "partner" take an audible breath of air. "Boys, have your fun." She felt her man quickly step behind her and place his hands on her hips. He pulled her close and she could smell him. It was a great combination of soap, cologne, deodarant, and male sexuality. He ran his hands over her ass and hips for what seemed like an eternity until finally moving up to grope her breasts. It didn't take long until the stranger's hand slide down her belly, into her panties and straight to her bare pussy lips. "Nice," she heard him comment. The young man knew he way around a woman's body. He gently massaged her outer lips before slipping a finger into her steaming, hot pussy. Meghan had no idea she was this wet until his finger easily fell inside. He slowly moved in and out and around, gradually picking up the pace. He brought his other hand into the mix and began to slowly rub her clit. Meghan was quickly reaching orgasm. Caught up in the moment, Meghan reached up behind her shoulders and put her arms around her mystery man's neck. She began to grind her ass against his groin. "Damn, this kid is packin'," she thought as she tried to judge his size with her ass cheeks. Meghan reached down behind her self and began to rub the boy's package. She could tell he was wearing some sort of basketball shorts. Easy access. Meghan quickly slipped past his waist band and found what she had been looking for – a hard, thick cock. She wrapped her hand around it and slowly worked her hand up and down the shaft. This was the third dick she had ever touched in her life and it was definitely the biggest yet. She had had two serious, sexual relationships in high school and knew how to manually please a man. Meghan wrapped one hand around his dick at the base of the shaft and sped up the pace with other hand – slamming the tip of his cock into the small of her back. "Oh god, that feels good girl," she heard from her mystery man. His warm breath on her neck was enough to send her over the edge. Meghan came and came hard. She convulsed and shook from pleasure as her entire body tingled. It was bound to happen sooner or later, but Meghan Kupp came from being fingered for the first time in her life. She could count the number of orgasms she had had in her life on two hands. But never had she been able to get off with just a pair of hands. "Yeah, baby," was all she heard from her mystery stranger. That and a pair of moans and groans that told her that another pledge sister had reached the same high just to her left. "Girls, I hope you had fun offering yourself up to your pledge brothers. I know some of you had A LOT of fun. Its time to thank these men properly, like any KOG would. Get on your knees." Meghan knew this was wrong and going too far. But she didn't even think twice about it. She was caught up in the moment. She had never felt so free and alive in all her 18 years. And she really did want to thank this man for the pleasure he had given her. She thought she could hear two other women drop out, but she didn't care. As she spun and dropped to her knees, she felt as if a sexual beast was taking over her body. She needed to have a cock in her mouth. She craved to lick and suck a big, thick dick. Blindfolded, she reached out and found what she was looking for. Meghan leaned forward and began at the base, licking her way to the top. She kissed and licked up each side before finally setting the thing in her mouth. Trying to wrap her lips around this veiny stalk confirmed what she had suspected – this is the biggest cock she's ever touched. She had given countless blowjobs to her two highschool sweethearts. But this was so wrong and depraved that it made her sopping wet. Meghan felt her personality shift. She wanted nothing more than to please this man. She wanted to give him the best blowjob he's ever had. Once she had applied enough spit, Meghan went into her patented move she learned from her first serious boyfriend. She placed her hand in an O shape at her mouth and slid up and down this stranger's big, beautiful cock. As her mouth came off at the top of each up stroke, her hand would follow and close at the tip, sliding right along with the spit she had just deposited before diving back down onto it. Another quick intake of air through clenched teeth from the man told her he liked it too. Meghan felt sexually charged. She wanted to consume this cock like it was her last meal. She then reached into her oral toolbox and grabbed a trick she had learned from boyfriend #2 last summer. She pulled the dick out and slid it across her face, trailing shiny spit everywhere it went. She slapped the thick dick on her cheeks as her man laughed. Meghan then used the dick to push up one eye of her blindfold. She wanted to see whom it was she was servicing. Meghan knew this kid! It was Brian, the basketball player from her microeconomics class. She had always thought he was cute, but had never summed up the nerve to talk to him. But here she was in black stockings, bra, and thong, kneeling on her coat in the school quad sucking him off. She looked to her left and saw a dozen of her pledge sisters doing the same thing as her – salivating on thick, hard dicks. A quick look to her right and she saw Jenny about six feet away trying to swallow a massive load while still jerking her man's cock. But she wasn't very successful as thick, white cum squirted out the sides of her mouth, and ran down into her cleavage, pressed together by a sexy, navy bra. Jenny pulled back and took a second to swallow what had not already gone down her throat. Then Meghan saw her use the dick as a facial squeegee, wiping the cum off of her cheeks and feeding into her mouth. "I got to remember that one," the freshman thought. Meghan looked back up at Brian, who was now staring down at her. He winked and smiled. And quickly pulled her head back onto his cock.. His breathing picked up. Meghan was young, but she knew what was "coming". She tried her best to relax her throat in preparation for her partner's impending load. But she was surprised when he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off of her cock. "Keep jerking it," Brian said through clenched teeth. He gently, but forcefully moved her head by the hair, positioning her under his cock. "He's going to cum on my face," thought Meghan. She was thrilled. A raw, nasty, sexual energy was pulsing through her body and Meghan couldn't wait to get her first official facial, sucking a stranger she barely knew, surrounded by two greek groups, dressed only in bra, thong, and stockings. Naughty. Meghan watched as Brian's thick cock began to swell even more. She could feel his dick stiffen in her hand, and with a couple more strokes, she got what she wanted. Brian's dick exploded in torrent of thick, white cum. The first volley landed square on Meghan's chin and she instinctively opened her mouth, snaking out her tongue to lap at the fresh jizz. A second convulsion from his cock sent a massive load clear over Meghan's head – landing on the ground behind her. The third volley followed the same trajectory but lacked the power – landing on Meghan's head, leaving a trail a white cum across her forehead, from hair line to eyebrow. Blast four hit the pledge right between the eyes and ricocheted off of her face. Five and six ended square on her smooth cheeks as Brian's cum hose began to calm down. Two more pulls and Meghan landed a bull's-eye directly into her mouth. There was a beat of silence in the nearby crowd until a loud cheer erupted. Dozens of actives from both the KOGs and their invited guests had watched this pornographic display and clapped and yelped their approval. Brian stepped back and Meghan began to wipe away the cum near her eyes. "You seemed very eager to participate in this activity, pledge," Meghan heard a deep male voice say to her. She looked up and saw two older actives approaching. "Let's see how well you can handle two dicks at once." Instantly the two men wiped out rock hard cocks. Both were of decent size. Not pornographically large, but not too small either. "Just right", this cum-covered Goldilocks thought to her self as she reached forward and took one in each hand. She rubbed her hands up and down their undersides as the men stepped closer to her face. Meghan felt like a completely new person as she leaned forward and took Mr. Left into her mouth, licking him up and down, while still managing to jerk off Mr. Right. Back and forth, she went from cock to cock, leaving a trail of drooping spit on each dick as she pulled off to please its counterpart. Meghan felt a delirious sexual high. Never in her private life had she been so nasty and here were dozens of people watching this act of sexual depravity. She fell into herself and the moment and without any manual assistance, Meghan began to cum. She came simply from the slutty act of blowing her second and third dicks of the night simultaneously. She pulled off of Mr. Left and paused to catch her breath, shaking with small convulsions as her orgasm passed through her body. That was all the stimulation Mr. Right needed. His cock began to spurt forth white hot cum. First squirted landed on her chest. But he grabbed his own dick and started to jerk. The second volley shot diagonally across Meghan's face. It was a massive line of cum that started near her right temple and ran unbroken across her face, over her nose to her left jaw. Meghan opened her mouth and the remaining jizz landed on her pink tongue. The new found porn star in her led her to slowly dribble the sweet, salty jizz onto her tits. This display was more than enough Mr. Left. He pushed Meghan on the shoulder, directing to kneel down even further. She was confused until she felt the first drop of jizz on the top of her head. Mr. Left continued to pump his cock with each upstroke depositing more and more cum on top of the freshman's head. The pool of jizz was too large and it began to run down in all directions: down the back of her head, down across her ear and drip, drip, drip onto her cheek. Again, the gathered students exploded. "Am I in the sorority?" Meghan asked rhetorically as she used Mr. Left's donated T-shirt to wipe three men's jizz off her beautiful, angelic face.