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Megan

By: waterboy301



As with all writers, this is my first. It establishes characters and future submissions. As of now, all future submissions will be a continuation or a spin off of this. I have one story ruffed out that is two years out. How it unfolds will be the response I get .I am not trying to appeal to all but, hope I please many of you. Thanks to 'WithAthority' for editing my work. 



Megan



Twenty four year old Megan sat across the room, watching her 3 year old play with his cousins. It was Sunday afternoon and the annual family Christmas dinner. Everyone seemed to be having a great time visiting over the wonderful feast. Everyone, that is, except Megan.

Megan's husband of only 4 years, recently left her and their son, for another woman. Affairs for him were all too common and Megan had simply had enough! Now divorced, the single young mom quietly pondered her life. After all, this was the season when you are supposed to be happy. She wasn't. 

Megan was so happy when she was first married. She thought she had the perfect life, the perfect husband, and barely 9 months later, the perfect son, the perfect future. Now as a single mom, she worried about her future. Christmas would be hard.

It was cold outside and it had snowed earlier that afternoon. I told my wife, Jenny, that I was eager to get started home before it got too dark. We had about 50 miles to travel and the roads could get bad.

Everyone pitched in and finished cleaning up. Just before we started to leave, my wife's parents asked all of their adult, married children, to come into the den for a "private family meeting." This had never happened before, but it sounded important. Jenny dutifully followed her parents for their meeting. The remaining spouses were told to take care of the children while they were gone. 

Jenny, is the oldest of six siblings. In her family there are two boys and four girls. All of them are happily married with their own children and several grandchildren. At home, Jenny and I are now "empty nesters," with all of our children grown and married with their own families. Jenny's other siblings still have their younger children living at home. 

So I waited in the family room and helped entertain the kids. Five of the children there were my own grandkids, so I had plenty to keep me busy. 

While the meeting was in progress, the "spouses" tried to guess what was going on. The years had piled up on grandma and grandpa, causing some health concerns. Grandma was severely bent over with arthritis, and grandpa recently had a couple of mild heart attacks. But all things considered, they were still happy and in fairly good health. 

I guessed that they were going over their wills. Who knows if they would even be here next year? 

Others suggested possible financial concerns. I know that their estate is small. I was sure that was not the topic, unless they were in financial trouble and needed help. Maybe they were going to sell their home and move to a retirement community somewhere? 

Finally, the meeting ended. With lots of hugs and good-byes, the parents ushered their children into their cars and everyone left for home. It was now dark and cold outside.

Our drive home was unusually quiet. I could tell Jenny was thinking about something, but wasn't yet ready to share. The interstate freeway traffic was unusually busy for a Sunday night, and slower than normal due to the weather. A few times, as I checked my rear view mirror, I thought we were being followed, but I dismissed the thought due to traffic conditions.

A few miles before our home, Jenny started to talk.

"Do you love me?" she questioned.

"Of course I do! Why do you ask?"

"Well," she answered, "It's about the family meeting."

"If it's private, you don't need to tell me."

"No, no that's not it. The meeting was about you. . . and about us. . . and about my family." I didn't understand. I could hear in her voice she was confused, concerned, and serious all at the same time.

"Mom and Dad" she sighed, "are concerned about Megan, my brother Rex's daughter." 

Megan is a beautiful girl, intelligent, with a love for life! Head over heels in love right out of high school, she married early, got pregnant, only to have her husband frequently cheat on her and leave her a few years later. She was terribly hurt as her dream life of home and family shattered around her. Now, a single mother, she was surviving, but just barely, with her parents help. Trying to juggle work, go back to school, and care for her son was all she could do.

"Yes, I know Megan is unhappy. I saw that at dinner earlier. She needs to find new friends and have some fun!" "But," I ask cautiously, "what does that have to do with us? Do they want us to help support her?"

"Well, sort of.... But more than that." She paused, deep in thought. The right words were hard to find. "They want her to move in with us..." 

I laughed, "Is that all? Of course she can!" 

"Financially, she can stop paying rent and use that money to go to school. That will help her meet new friends and get a better job to support herself. Maybe a new husband?"

"I think that will work," I said. "When will she move in?"

Arriving home, I turned into our driveway, and turned off the car. Jenny snuggled against me. I placed my arm around the coat on her shoulders. Her voice trailed off as she was trying to decide how to continue. 

"There's one more thing. Megan wants to have another child." She paused, not sure exactly how to continue. "Megan wants you to be the father!"

"What? I can't do that!" I was stunned! 

"Rex would kill me! Besides, I can't be married to two women at the same time! Not only that, I was a year older than her father! She could easily be my daughter. What would your parents think? Did you agree to this?" My mind was going wild as I considered all the ramifications.

Jenny paused. Lost in her own world of confusion. Quietly she responded to my questions. 

"Megan first talked to her parents about her situation. She asked them if she could have a baby with me. At first, her parents were totally against the idea. But after a lot of persuasion and discussion, Megan still insisted on having another baby. Rex talked to my parents about the idea, knowing it could cause a family scandal. Again, after a lot more discussions, my parents said okay, but only if my siblings agreed. That is what the meeting was about."

I was speechless. This idea had never entered my mind. 

Jenny continued. "No, you can't marry her, but you can get her pregnant. I know your 'baby maker' still works! It was Rex's proposal in the meeting, and we all agreed that it would be the best for Megan."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My sweet, caring, loving wife was telling me that Megan, her father, her parents, and all her siblings wanted me to get Megan pregnant!

Jenny smiled briefly as she continued. She had already thought of the implications. 

She reasoned, "Of all the family, we are the only ones to have all of our children grown, successful in business, married, and gone. We are the only one who are financially stable enough to help support her. She wants to have more children, which she certainly can't do by herself or with my brothers, and you are a much better option than picking up a stranger. I'm sure you'd like to do that much for her, wouldn't you?" she chuckled. 

"We considered each of my sisters husbands, but after all the discussion, we all agreed that you were the best choice. Our home is large enough and we have plenty of space. Besides, Megan picked you!" 

I was still speechless. 

"The family voted on me? Are you serious, they want me to get Megan pregnant?" My penis heard what I said and stirred in my pants.

My mind was running wild! In all our married life, I had been faithful to my wife and only my wife. Oh, I admit to checking out the menu on a few occasions. Jenny and I have occasionally shared fantasies about other women for me and other men for her, but that was just fantasy. We've dreamed of spicing up our sex in new and different places, but we have always been faithful to each other. Now, I was being asked to care for my wife's niece, and have a child with her. I didn't know what to say!

I let Jenny out of the car. She went into the house and I put the car in the garage. Just as I was entering the house and closing the garage door, I saw another car pull in the driveway. We were being followed!

A few moments later there was a light, timid knock on the front door. I went to answer it and, sure enough, there was Megan with her young son.

"I guess you know why I am here?" she said quietly. I nodded saying that Jenny was just telling me about it. "Please come in."

Megan carried her son in and Jenny helped her put him to bed in the grandkids "toy room". I was dispatched to go get her suitcases out of the car. I hauled them downstairs and turned on the television while the women talked, presumably about me!

At first, I heard some silly girl giggling and laughing as they visited. Then it became very quiet as they talked more seriously.

About 45 minutes later, I heard Jenny calling to me. I switched off the TV and went up to the family room where they were talking. I sat down in my usual recliner and waited for them to say something. There was an odd, yet loving silence. 

The women sat together closely on the couch, first looking at each other, then at me.

"So Dear", my wife began. "As I told you in the car, Megan and the family want Megan to move in and live with us. She will live downstairs and we will help her out with babysitting and other needs while she works and goes school. After work, we can all share in the cooking, care of Megan's son, and the maintenance of the house and yard. More help should make it easier for all of us, don't you agree?"

"Yes," I cautiously answered. I still was not convinced.

"And they.... no, Megan wants a baby, and has chosen you to be the father. I've agreed and I'm sure that you will enjoy that job," she said with a wink and a big smile. 

My jaw dropped to the floor! What did she say? How do I respond to a comment like that? My sweet, loving wife was telling me to get another woman, even her niece, pregnant!

We sat quietly and looked at each other. Trying to comprehend what changes were about to happen in all of our lives.

I looked at Jenny. She had that sweet sparkle in her eyes that I often see when she is extremely satisfied and happy.

Megan was more serious, pondering her situation and excited about the thought of beginning a new pregnancy. She was watching me intently. She was looking for my acceptance.

"Are you both sure that this is what you both want? This is a commitment that can't be undone." My cock stirred in my pants, even as I spoke.

"Megan, what do you really want? I am almost 25 years older than you. Are you sure that you want me to get you pregnant? I'm sure there are lots of men, more you age, who would love to have sex with you!"

"Yes," Megan replied. "They want sex all right. But I want more than just sex. I want a family to love me and my children. They need a father."

Megan looked at Jenny, then back at me. "Ever since I was a little girl, and you used to tickle me on the floor, I have loved you. You are my favorite uncle. I definitely want more children, and... yes, I want you to be their father!"

Jenny nodded her consent. I squirmed in my chair as the growing pole in my pants gave away my agreement.

"So, how do we do this", I asked. Jenny and Megan both laughed.

"I'm sure you will remember, Dear." Jenny teased.

My penis was rock hard, straining to get out of my pants. I wiggled around in my seat to get a little more comfortable. I thought I could make out the swollen, excited nipples under both women's blouses.

"You and I are sleeping together tonight," Jenny said. "Megan will get settled in and she can have you tomorrow. After that, you can simply switch beds with us every other night, unless you have a better idea. Whether you have sex, or just sleep together, is up to you, but we think that is the fairest way to share you. And who knows, after Megan gets pregnant, she may not want to sleep with you!" We all laughed.

It was late. We said good night. Megan went downstairs to her room, and Jenny and I went upstairs to ours. As soon as the door closed, we stripped off our clothes and jumped naked into bed. Before I had even touched Jenny, she was already dripping wet. I easily slipped two fingers into her juicy hole and rubbed her "G spot". In just a few moments, she stiffened and had an intense orgasm.

I kept rubbing her spot softly as she settled back down. I bent down over her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, while massaging her breasts. Jenny loves that!

Jenny's hand found my penis and stroked it in her hand. It was hard and ready for action!

My fingers eased out of her vagina and focused on that sweet spot around her clitoris. Her breathing increased, her eyes closed, as another orgasm shook through her lovely body.

I climbed on top of her. We kissed deeply. One hand continued to rub her slippery clitoris, the other on her breast, our tongues dueled in her mouth. 

Moving between her parted legs, she pulled up her knees and opened her legs wide. Jenny guided my hard penis to her opening and I slid inside her in one easy push. Buried deep in her hole, I held her still and ask one more time, "Do you really want me to get Megan pregnant?"

She looked up at me with that twinkle of love in her eye and nodded her head. "She needs us, dear... she needs you... she wants to have more children... and I know you want to do it!"

We again kissed deeply, our tongues in a dueling frenzy, as I pound deeply into her body. She raised her hips up and down to match my thrusts. I pounded on her cunt harder and harder. Her breathing became rapid and she tossed her head from side to side in another orgasm.

I slowed down only long enough for her to catch her breath. She squeezed her legs tightly together and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. In four or five more thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm cuming," I whispered. She arched her pelvis into me as yet another orgasm took over her body. With a final, powerful stroke, I unloaded my sperm deep in her womb. Three powerful spurts coated the inside of her wonderful hole. I collapsed on top of her, and held her tight as we kissed.

Slowly, I rolled onto my side and she turned with me. With my penis still held tight inside her, in a loving embrace, we drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Megan and Jenny finished moving her few belongings out of her small, studio apartment and into our home. They made up the smaller guest bedroom, next to Megan's room, for her son, and moved in a few toys.

I couldn't concentrate at work. I stayed seated at my desk most of the day, primarily to hide my constant erection. I kept wondering what would really happen when I got home? Is this what Jenny wanted or was she simply giving in to some family decision? We'd fantasized about sex with other men and other women, but this was real! Did Megan really want me to father her next child?

Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. I adjusted the erection in my pants as best I could, and left work just a little early. Although I am an exhibitionist at heart, today I hoped no one would notice the extra large bulge in my pants.

Jenny and Megan were starting dinner when I arrived. Jenny was wearing casual slacks and a button blouse without a bra. That was normal. She usually doesn't wear a bra at home and I enjoy her that way.

Megan was wearing tight fitting jeans. Her light blue thong showed above the low waistband. Her top was plain white, with a bra slightly visible through the material.

They were laughing and chirping like song birds, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. I kissed my wife and gave Megan a little kiss on the cheek. Jenny told me to go sit down and watch the evening news while they grilled the steaks. 

I did as Instructed, but instead of sitting in my usual recliner, with my back to the kitchen, I settled into the couch where I could watch the news but still observe both women.

They worked well together. Of course, they always had. By the time the news was over, the table was set, the steaks were ready, complete with a baked potato, steamed vegetables, and a small dinner salad. My favorite meal!

"Megan, where is your son?" I asked. 

"Oh, while we were cleaning the apartment, one of my girlfriends saw us and ask if he could stay over with her son, for their last night together. I thought it would be okay and it would give us some private, uninterrupted time together. She has my cell phone number if she needs me."

My cock twitched in my pants as I recognized that she was really going to do this. Jenny must have noticed my reaction as she smiled and reached over and patted my thigh.

We all cleared the table and put the dishes in the dish washer. I kissed Jenny goodnight and looked in her eyes again. She grinned, gave me a playful swat on my rear, and told us to go have a good night.

I took Megan's hand and we went downstairs. Megan ask me to wait in the den while she went into the bedroom to change. I sat down in one of the soft chairs. She took a long time. I thought she may be having second thoughts about this arrangement.

Finally, her bedroom door slowly opened and Megan, the vision of beauty, came out. The light from the bedroom behind her illuminated her womanly figure. She glowed!

She was dressed in a white, see through, short baby doll night gown, tied only with a light pink bow between her breasts, and a matching white panty. Her long hair was brushed down her back. She twirled around as she slowly walked toward me, giving me plenty of time to look and admire her. 

My penis went into auto pilot and stiffened in my pants. Her B-cup size breasts were firm on her chest, her nipples pointed with the dark areola easily visible through the transparent fabric.

"Wow!" was the only thing I could say. I had never seen Megan sexy before.

She sat down on my lap and put her arm around my neck. Her perfume smelled good. Her breast brushed against my chin. I looked up into her glowing face. We looked into one another's eyes. Tentatively our lips met and we kissed our first passionate kiss. Slowly her lips opened and our tongues touched. My cock stirred beneath her. I knew she could feel it growing.

Snuggled up close to my still dressed body, she talked about her failed marriage and the abuse she suffered. She talked more about her son, her dreams and fears of not being able to make it on her own. She explained that as a little girl, her dream always was to have 3 or 4 children, each 2 or 3 years apart. Her son was now four.

She told me that her period ended yesterday and she would be ready to conceive in a few days. I told her I was willing to do my part as long as she was sure that was what she wanted. She assured me that it was. She felt my hardening penis stir beneath her.

Slowly, I slid my hand inside her night gown and cupped her small, firm breast. Her nipples were hard. She lay her head against my neck as she enjoyed the feelings in her body.

She kissed me again, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. 

Reaching the side of her bed, she turned and started kissing me again as she unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I reached for her breasts and fondled them gently through the thin material. 

She let out a sigh of pleasure and need that had not been touched for a long time. I pulled on the pink bow between her breasts, untying the knot that held her night gown in place. Gently, I pushed the delicate fabric off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Her breasts were beautiful, full, round, and firm. Her nipples sat on top like cherries on an ice cream cone, ready to be licked. I bent down and took her right nipple between my lips. 

With trembling hands, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My penis bounced up high as my pants and underwear fell to the ground. I kicked them aside.

Megan took my penis in her hands, as if examining one for the first time. She pulled it out and her hand slipped up the shaft to the tip. A drop of pre-cum appeared. She took it on her finger and raised it to her lips to taste it.




Megan



"Mmmm," that tastes good, she smiled. Her fingers reached under and cupped my balls. I reached both of my arms around her and pulled her breasts to my naked chest. My hand fell lower to squeeze her butt.

Megan fell backwards onto the bed and pulled me on top of her. I sucked on her nipples as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties. She raised her butt to allow me to pull them off, down her smooth legs. She was hot and wet. Moisture sparkled on her cunt lips, in the dimmed room light. I knew she probably wouldn't get pregnant tonight, but decided to ask her one again if she was sure that this is what she wanted. 

"Oh, yes!" she replied. "Please! I want your baby!"

Without another word, she guided my penis between her open legs. She raised her legs and rested her ankles on my shoulders.

We kissed deeply as she guided my penis into her hot, wet, womb. She was tight. Slowly, I pushed forward until my penis head was just inside. I waited for her to adjust to me. When she was ready, I slowly pushed forward, savoring the tight warmth as she accepted my entire 8 inch length. 

"Oh," Megan sighed, "It feels so wonderful!" I started to build up the rhythmic movements in and out of her hole. Megan's first orgasm took over her body very quickly. Her jaw was clenched tight, her body shook, and her vagina muscles tightened around my penis. 

I slowed briefly, but she wanted more. Much more! With her first orgasm done, she wanted me to continue harder and faster. Her muscles tighten around me. It didn't take much longer and I told her I was ready. I couldn't hold back any longer. She arched her pelvis ups to meet me and I exploded into her. Three or four times I send fresh loads of cum gushing into her.

Satisfied for the moment, she crossed her ankles behind my back and held me tightly as my penis softened inside her. She said she loved that feeling.

I rolled onto my side and she rolled the opposite way, with her back to me in a spooning position. My semi-aroused penis pressed back in between her legs. I reached around and rubbed her breasts and pulled gently on her nipples, kissing the side of her neck.

Usually, I would be done for the night, but with my penis tucked between her butt cheeks, she had me back hard in a short time. With renewed energy, I slid down under her and pushed my new erection back inside her vagina from behind. This time it was gentle and slow as we took our time.

I kissed Megan's back and neck and reached my hand around to find her clitoris. I rubbed her sweet spot gently as she squirmed on my pole, planted deep inside her. I rubbed faster and thrust harder into her from behind. My penis reached her G-spot as my fingers rubbed her clit. She shook as yet another orgasm took over her body. The spasm in her vagina tightened on my penis and caused me to cum again, in a rare, second time in one night.

Satisfied, I rolled onto my back. Megan rolled over, nestling her head on my shoulder, her left breast on my chest, and her leg draped over mine. My softened penis lay on my belly. I could feel our warm juices seeping out of her womb, dripping onto my leg. She gently held my soft penis and told me how wonderful this was. Still naked, we held one another closely as we drifted off to sleep. The satisfied sleep of lovers after wonderful sex.

We awoke to the smell of fresh coffee, toast and bacon. Megan put on her robe, I remained naked, as we went upstairs to the breakfast Jenny had prepared for the us. We talked lightly of the day's activities. No mention of last night.

I finished breakfast and went upstairs to the master bedroom to shower and get ready for work. As I ready to go, I kissed both women, and briefly fondled their breasts. With a playful swat on their butts, I left for work.

It was hard to concentrate on my work. My mind kept wandering back home to the two women who waited for my return. What were they talking about? What were they doing? Jenny, the love of my life, the mother of my children, with short dark hair, full 40D breasts, nipples that loved to be played with, and a bald pussy that loved my penis. Megan, my wife's niece, just 24 years old, with long auburn hair, smaller firm breasts, long slender legs, and a neatly trimmed small strip just above her slit. My penis stiffened as I thought about the future possibilities.

After work, I hurried home to find Megan playing with her son on the living room floor. She jumped up to give me a big hug and a kiss to welcome me home. She was wearing a simple pink U-neck top and white shorts. The tops of her breasts were visible above the neckline of her shirt. Her nipples were poking against the thin material. She wasn't wearing, and really didn't need, a bra. Megan returned to the floor and I saw the pink elastic of her thong appear just above the waistband of her shorts. My penis twitched inside my pants.

Jenny was busy in the kitchen, wearing a yellow, floral pattern dress. The ties under her breasts and tied in the back, accentuated her braless breasts. She gave me a hug and a kiss and told me to go change. Dinner would not be ready for another hour. As I hugged her, I pulled up the hem of her dress. A quick peek revealed no panties. I grabbed her left butt cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. She smiled as I enjoyed her surprise.

I went upstairs to change into an old football T-shirt and shorts. I decided to return Jenny's favor and left the underwear off. I was sure both women would notice the "man meat" hanging just inside the right leg of my shorts.

Following dinner, we played with Megan's son like doting grandparents, before putting him to bed. I'm not sure why I was suspicious, but I could tell the girls were up to something. I decided to be patient and I would find out.

I turned on the television and the three of us then sat close together on the couch with me in the middle. I put my arms around both women and let my hands dangle over their breasts. They both placed a hand on my bare thigh.

Jenny, on my right, was first to discover my penis, laying barely inside the opening of my shorts. She pushed the material up higher and took hold of my member. It started to grow.

I curled my fingers and scratched the fabric over her nipple. She responded as the feeling traveled from her nipple through her body.

Megan looked over to see what was going on and quickly discovered Jenny's hand wrapped around my penis.

"Hey, I want some of that!" she cried. She pushed her hand up the opposite leg, inside my shorts, and found my balls. She pulled them gently to her side and played them. I responded by slipping my hand inside her top and onto her breast.

Never experiencing a three-way before, I didn't know what to do next. But apparently the girls had been planning this throughout the day. Somewhere between the couch and sliding to the floor, I lost my shorts. Both girls pulled at the same time, and whoops, they were off.

By the time we all hit the floor, Megan had my penis in her mouth and Jenny and I were making out like a couple of teen agers. I pulled on the ties behind her back, unzipped the zipper, and pulled Jenny's dress off over her head. Her beautiful body was completely naked. I played with her breasts as we kissed.

Megan continued to suck on my penis as I reached down and tugged at her shorts. She reached down to unfasten they and allowed me to remove them. She removed her top as I remove her shorts.

I pulled my shirt off as all three of us played together on the floor. Now naked, we looked like a party playing "Twister." Jenny suggested that we continue our play time in the master bedroom.

Jenny grabbed my penis and Megan took my hand as they led me up the stairs. I grabbed Jenny's butt cheek my hand both girls walked in front of me. Their butt muscles tighten and their hips swayed as they climbed each step.

Upon reaching the bedroom, the girls pushed me on my back in the center of the king sized bed. Megan quickly mounted me cowgirl style, while Jenny sat on my mouth, facing Megan. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could tell the girls were touching each other's breasts. I lapped away at Jenny's clitoris as Megan bounced up and down on my penis.

Megan was the first to come, shaking on my saddle in her very satisfying orgasm. She held still as her vagina muscles tightened around my penis, then relaxed. Then, almost as if on cue, both women got up and traded places. My penis was still hard, pointing up toward the ceiling.

Jenny announced it was her turn to get my seed. She took hold and guided my erection into her waiting hole. Megan settled down on my mouth and I sucked away her juices. She tasted different than Jenny, yet equally as good.

Jenny's breathing increased. She arched her back and pounded hard down on my penis, her breathing was erratic. I felt my penis pushing into her cervix at the top of her vagina. Beads of perspiration started dripped down her neck. Her strong cunt muscles held me tight. Megan pulled and twisted her nipples, as she played with her breasts. She screamed as a powerful orgasm took over her body. Slowly, she relaxed while remaining seated on my still firm penis.

Megan got off my face and crawled between my legs, behind Jenny. Jenny bent forward, her breasts on my chest, and lay on top of me. Megan reached in between us and cupped my balls with her hand. With her other hand, she slide her fingers along the side of my penis and found Jenny's clit. Jenny was in a near frenzy as she clamped down on me for her second orgasm.

After a short time for her to relax, I flipped Jenny over and crawled on top of her. I wasn't done and still needed my release. Jenny placed a pillow under her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed my throbbing penis back in and started pounding hard. 

Megan got up and took the lube from the night stand and snuggled up on the foot of the bed, between our parted legs. She lubed both mine and Jenny's rear holes. Jenny pulled her knees up along my sides. 

Jenny and I had played with anal sex on several occasions and I had penetrated that hole often. However, I think only the doctor had pushed anything into my rear hole!

Through the thin membrane, I felt Megan's finger slide alongside my penis buried deep inside Jenny. I held still as Megan stroked. Then, I started again to slide in and out of Jenny's vagina. Then, I felt Megan's other finger slide deep into my bowels and massage my prostate gland. Wow, what a feeling!

I went wild as I pounded into Jenny a few more time before I exploded inside her. Jenny came again, with me, as we shared a simultaneous orgasm together.

I slid off to Jenny's side and she slid over to her side of the bed. Megan got a warm wash cloth from the bathroom and cleaned us both up. Then she cuddled up beside me on the other side. With a hand on each breast, and a girl in each arm, we all peacefully fell asleep.

For several months I continued to alternate between Jenny's bed and Megan's bed. On other nights, we all ended up in bed together. Life was great!

Early that Spring, Megan proudly announced that she was pregnant... with twins! We were happy for her, but I was afraid that our relationship would end. But no, Megan became even more sensual during her pregnancy, and we continued our sexual relationships right up to her delivery. And after giving birth, I got to share the sweet milk in her breasts.

We resumed our sexual activities a short time later when Megan's doctor told her that orgasms would help her muscles and swollen tummy return to normal faster.

Needing a nursery for the twins, Jenny thought it would be a good idea for Megan to move upstairs and share our master bedroom. It would be easier for Jenny to help Megan with the babies, and I could have both women in the same bed, every night! 

We put the children in the rooms down the hall and Megan in with us. It has worked out great for all of us!

Megan continues to live with us and everyone knows that she is our niece. Only the family knows that I am also the father of her three youngest children. The oldest is 7, the twins are now 3, and oh yes, Megan just had a new baby girl. 

Megan graduated from college and now works from home as a successful fashion designer. Once a quarter, she travels to New York, and once a year to Paris. Sometimes, Jenny or I will take turns going with her. Nights in a hotel are a lot more fun with a companion! 

She is still looking for Mr. Perfect, but for now, she has everything she needs at home with her Aunt and Uncle.



Megan



By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2001



At precisely eight thirty there was a soft knock on my door. I opened the door and she stood there, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, looking every bit of sixteen again. Immediate boner---then I noticed that she was staring at my crotch. Premature ejaculation became a new concern.

Megan giggled, then nervously blurted out, "May I come in?" 

"Oh. Yes, of course."

I took a tentative step toward her and she moved toward me. We met about three feet inside the room and when we touched, a surge of electrical current arced between us. Megan put her hands on my shoulders and I put mine on her waist. 

"We could dance to that music you know," she suggested, rolling her eyes toward the stereo.

Our eyes were locked on each other's. I was concentrating on keeping as far away from her as possible and in the process of doing just that let my hands slide down to the slope of her hips. I was sure she wasn't wearing a thing under the sweatshirt and wondered why the hell she'd come to my room. I got my answer as she moved closer and my hard, bowed cock came in contact with her belly. She ground her pelvic region against me. That did it. I buried my face in her neck, grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and ground my cock against her. 

"Oooh, God!" I croaked. "Megan." 

Her lower belly churned like a mix-master against me. Lifting her bodily off the floor I carried her into the bedroom and put her down. Her nimble fingers were reaching into my pants as I tried to beat her by dropping them. She won. My dick sprang forth and she made the most delightful sound at the sight of it.

"Like it?"

"I'd almost forgotten what one looks like. And yours . . . yours is the only one I've ever seen or played with." 

With as much tenderness as I could muster, I opened and lowered her jeans to the floor and watched as she stepped out of them. Then I pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing white lace panties, but no bra. Her breasts were magnificent and I would have admired them forever, but Megan raised her knee to lean against the dressing table, causing her legs to spread and I saw the pink glimmering at me through her heavy bush. She arched her back and my hand dropped from her breast to her forested mons and felt her pussy for the first time in more than five years. It was moist and yielded to my questing finger and she began to breathe heavily in anticipation of what was to come.

I couldn't keep her waiting any longer and pushed the thin white lace panties to the side and buried myself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. 

"Oh God, I missed you." I said as she clenched me close by wrapping her legs around me.

"Me too," she said with a sob. The fact that she was grinding her cunt against me for all she was worth assured me it was the truth.

"Let's get comfortable sweetheart," I said. 

"Sweetheart. You don't know how nice that sounds," she purred.

I moved to shift position.

"Oh, don't pull out!" She cried in alarm.

"Just for a second." The attempted reassurance failed. When my dick eased out she whimpered at the loss, but I bent her over the side of the bed and spread her ass cheeks. Megan's lower body was literally covered with a thick batch of pubic hair, except for her asshole, which I promptly began kissing and licking.

"As I recall, you used to like this very much my love. How's it feel?" I whispered.

"Everything you're doing is wonderful, James. Everything."

My tongue found its way into her butt and I reamed her out. Megan got to wriggling' so much her ass pulled away from my face. 

It was time. Raising myself up, I guided my cock back into her bushy cunt. She moaned in joy as we established our rhythm --- slow deep strokes and her cunt seemed to convulse around my dick. I wet my index finger and inserted it in her ass and she went wild. 

Moments later my dick slipped out, Megan groaned in despair and reaching back wrapped her hand around my cock just beneath the head and guided it toward her cunt. I felt the slick lips of her tight pussy rub against me and pushed forward. Instead of driving it home, I missed; skidding past her cunt and I found myself humping the sheet and her belly until she seized my cock and reinserted it correctly.

"Sorry, about that," I mumbled.

"And I thought I was out of practice," she grinned and began to laugh raucously.

The position we were using made Megan's cunt even tighter than it should have been, and I was forced to work it in slowly. No problem, we both enjoyed the hell out of it. Once I was all the way in and my cock was lubricated with her juices it soon became much easier. Megan was in more of a rush to come than I was for very obvious reasons. So I took my time moving slowly in and out of her pussy from behind, sometimes pushing up behind her to force my cock as deep as possible enjoying the feel of her soft bottom against my stomach.

With each deep thrust Megan groaned, "Ahhh . . ." in satisfaction.

We spent some time simply rocking back and forth, my hands moving along her back and under her chest to fondle and squeeze her tits. Did I mention her tits? Megan's tits were beautiful, not as large as they were at sixteen, but they were perfectly shaped. (My first thoughts were that she'd lost her baby fat due to the rigors of being a nun, I made a mental note to ask later.) More than a handful, pear shaped, with small strawberry tipped nipples and areola about the size of a quarter. 

That familiar tingle in my balls arrived and I knew I was close.

"I'm getting close," I murmured. "Are you...?"

"Just go ahead, baby," Megan whispered, pushing her butt back at me and beginning to rotate her hips lasciviously, urging me on, wanting me to come. I hesitated.

"Go on. Sock it to me, baby! Come in me!"

That did it. I couldn't hold back any longer and there was no sense in trying.

"Okay Meg! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed every muscle in my body taut with desire. And with renewed energy, my cock plunged in and out, slapping against her ass. Megan twisted against me, pressing her hips back to get as much of me in her as possible. I felt her spiking up at me, convulsing, clamping down on me, and I lost all control at that point. I drove myself relentlessly into her spasming sex and let out a grunt, then a scream. 

"I'm coming!" I screamed aloud and exploded in short, forceful bursts. She ground her pussy onto my cock, rocking from side to side, urging me on, whimpering in sympathy and enjoyment, but I knew she hadn't come herself and felt shamed as I spurted off helplessly inside her. 

We lay stuck together for several minutes trying to recapture our breath. I kissed her neck and cheek, and she turned her neck to kiss me on the side of my mouth. She brushed a hand over her eye, but not before I saw the trickle path of a tear. 

"We're not finished," I murmured, feeling my dick shrink inside her. 

"Oh?"

I didn't hesitate, but raised my head and sucked one of her tits into my mouth. Megan threw her head back and croaked, "Oh, yes. Suck my boobs!" 

I remembered she loved having her tits played with and moved my mouth from tit to tit and nipple to nipple as she writhed beneath me. Her first orgasm was achieved this way. After that I gave her the full treatment, the best that I had to offer.

Beginning with her mouth, I traced her lips with my tongue. It took me a little over ten minutes to reach her cunt but what a trip it was. I savored the salty sweat on her neck and shoulders and tasted the deodorant under her arm. Her nipples lacked firmness when I returned to them; but when I left they had grown to hard little buttons of erotically sensitive flesh. 

Megan couldn't help but thrash about on the bed when I buried my tongue in her belly button and nibbled on the tiny knot left there at her birth. She was squirming in what seemed like agony as my hands massaged her thickly matted thighs. 

By the time I reached her cunt she was begging me to eat her, whispering, "Yes" over and over again. But I knew it had been so long for her that despite her frantic pleadings I would take my time to draw it out. I wanted to drive her crazy. I wanted her to remember this night; to remember me above all else. I was tearing into her black, forest like thatch, pulling pubic hairs out with my teeth as she hissed through her own clenched teeth, "Do it! Do it!"

Teasing her, I asked, "Do what?"

"The nasty!"

"What's the nasty?" I asked, wanting to compel her to say more than she had ever dared to on this matter in her entire life. Maybe she thought about it before, maybe not. With her religious background it was difficult to tell. 

"Your tongue . . . or your cock . . . whichever . . . put it in MEEEEeee!"

My response was instantaneous. My tongue reamed itself into and between her thatched crevice and when she brought her knees up. I slid down a little more on the bed and saw my jizm matted on some of her pubic hair. I tickled her asshole with a finger and she screamed. It was loud and piercing and I was sure that half the people on this floor of the hotel knew someone was getting laid. 

"Oh, James . . . can it really be this good or am I dreaming?"

"It's real Megan my love, it's real."

I realized at that moment that I truly loved her and was shocked. I had never really loved anyone before, or at least had never consciously admitted it to myself. I came to a complete halt in lovemaking. I was stunned at this development. 'She was a nun for Christ's sake. There was no future in this . . . no! There had to be something . . .' 

"Megan I . . . I love you. I really do!"

"I've always loved you too. Since forever!"

We turned to one another and kissed, trying to make up for all the lost time. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, pushed it back out and invaded her mouth. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. We explored every nook and cranny possible then parted momentarily to regain some air in our respective lungs before renewing the kiss.

"Oh, I've dreamt of this moment James."

"You're a nun; you shouldn't have nasty thoughts like that."

"I'm a woman too. And while I've led a chaste life . . . except for back then with you . . ."

"Yes?"

"Desire . . . it's always there like temptation, trying to lead me astray from my God. But until today you were only in my thoughts . . . a mischievous dream or fantasy . . ." 

Megan's hands were roaming my body as if trying to memorize each detail.

"This isn't a dream Megan."

"I know. God help me I know."

"Easy girl," I said, wiping her tears away with my fingertips. That done, I moved on, tracing my way down to the furrow between her breasts.

"Oh! James, that's soooo nice."

"There are a million nice things about you Megan. Have I told you that I love you for each and every one of them?"

"You say the nicest things . . ."

"You are the nicest thing," and I commenced licking a trail from her hip to her inner thigh.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Delving through her blanket of fur, I located her labia and drew a thick lip into my hungry mouth. Her body twitched. Eventually after a long languid search, I found her clit and after licking it for a second or two, caught it between my lips and just sucked. Megan came almost instantly. It was as if her orgasm had been stored up for this moment. I let her soar in the clouds for a while then asked, "Do you want to continue?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"What kind of speak is that for a nun?"

"I'm not wearing my habit at the moment.'

"You're not wearing anything at the moment."

"Not true. My heart's out there for the world to see."

"Will you be leaving the sisterhood?" I asked although fearful of her response.

"I don't know James. I will be giving it a great deal of thought after tonight though." Then she smiled and said, "But let's play while we can, all right?"

"Okay! Come on, sit up on my face."

"Ewe! You are soooo nasty!" She said as she lithely moved so that she hovered above me. 

"Like this?"

"Yes, but hold still for a moment. I want to look at your pussy."

"My pussy?"

"Vagina."

"Ah, that's what it's called, eh?"

"It has many names, but pussy suits you fine."

"So how does my . . . pussy look? I've never really had a good look at it."

"We'll hold a mirror to it later so you can see for yourself, but it looks incredibly edible right now." And I grabbed her ass and pulled her down to my waiting mouth.

At the touch of my tongue wriggling past the tight clam of her swollen cunt she began to squirt. A translucent juice with no discernible flavor washed over my eager lips and tongue.

As I rubbed my cheeks against her thighs, I could smell her, a subtle scent, slightly sharp, rather indescribable. I've never been able to put words to the exact taste and scent of a woman before. I began to kiss along the dusky lines where her thighs meet her cunt. Her hands were atop my head, massaging my scalp, and my back arched as an intense shiver traveled down my spine.

I spread her apart and for the first time really got a view of her pussy. It was beautiful and I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, which emerged from its hiding place, as I tongued her. 

Megan moaned, "Soooo good!" Then lost her voice. She couldn't make a sound even though her mouth was open. She just kept inhaling, more and more, sucking air desperately as the sensations intensified to the very brink of pain. Her hands tore at my hair as she ground her cunt into my face. I entered her with two fingers, twisting within her tightness until I could go no further. I could feel the molten walls of her cunt, glowing and slick, pulsing against my fingers as I withdrew them. My tongue slithered in their wake, brushing against the delicate membranes of her labia, ever deeper as she trembled above me. Her taste rolled down my tongue and into the back of my mouth. But she tasted disturbingly bitter; bitter enough to give me pause, because it didn't make sense that a woman this incredible could leave me feeling sour. 

Her voice returned with a loud shriek as my juice-slickened finger wormed its way into her shuddering ass.

"Oh! I remember we used to do this . . . "And her voice choked off.

"Try to relax; I don't want to hurt you at all."

"James . . ." she panted, "I feel . . ."

My lips fastened on her stiffened clit and she started to come. I fucked her ass with my finger and alternated licking her cunt and clit. She continued coming in what appeared to be an unbroken stream of orgasms. Her back arched and her eyes rolled up in her head as she exploded. I relented and pulled my finger from her ass and stopped mouthing her and waited for her shuddering to subside.

After a minute or so her eyes opened and she found mine. "Unbelievable!" She whispered.

"Was it good for you?" I asked, kidding her.

"Unbelievable."

"I never knew anything could feel so good. Oh, thank you!" 

"For what?"

"For making me so incredibly happy."

"Megan, we're hardly started."

I slapped my hardon against her stomach to re-enforce my comment.

She groaned. "That's right, you haven't . . ." Tears rolled down her face.

"Hey don't fret about it. Megan we have most of the night, there's no sense in rushing things and exhausting ourselves."

"But I want you in me," she pouted and more tears followed.

"Okay."

"She beamed at me."Really?"

"Really. Now why don't you get on top of me?"

Megan clambered over my body and squatted above my loins. 

"Grab my cock and insert it in you, then just ride my pole up and down for a while."

An incredible feeling swept through my body as she clasped me in her hand and rubbed me against her. 

"Are you wet enough?"

"Wet enough? I feel like the ocean is pouring out of me. The sheets are soaked and so are we."

"Did I ever tell you you're . . .?"

"Cock."

" . . . Thingy feels like velvet?"

"Velvet, eh?"

"Ummm."

"Gonna slip it in?"

"Soon . . ." She said dreamily. "I just love the feel . . ."

Then my emotions began to run riotously as she sank down upon me, taking half of my dick in with her first stroke. I groaned.

"Feels so nice . . . soooo hot!" She murmured, leaning forward to bite my nipple. She giggled. "A taste of your own medicine," she laughed and bit the other.

I jerked upward and sent my cock deeper and she couldn't help but groan aloud.

"Great! James you've filled me to the bursting point. I can feel your heart throbbing down there." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her long hair dangling down her shoulderblades close to the base of her spine.

"Mmmmm, that's you stretching me, filling me."

"Uh huh."

And with an excruciatingly slow movement, Megan began to move her hips, wriggling them sensuously, savoring the feel of my dick going deeper and deeper into her. Shaking under the waves of pleasure sweeping across her torso Megan canted forward and rested her hands on my chest. 

My hands reached up and began playing with her tits. She bit her lip and ground her pussy hard against me. I brushed her hair from the front of her face and she sighed deeply, and then increased her riding speed, grinding her clitoris against the bony base of my cock. Through clenched teeth I heard her growl her satisfaction. I felt her cunt squeezing me as she prepared to come once again. She bent forward and crushed her tits against my ribs and her hips began to pummel me as she pounded her way to a massive orgasm.

With her first, "Oooooh!" I began to spurt my load into her deepest parts, clutching her ass for purchase to guide her faster up and down on my dick. Megan came again, hard and shuddering.

"Jesus, Megan. Your cunt is the most wonderful thing . . ."

Her thrashing became erratic. I could hear the slurping, sucking sounds as our bodies meshed. Her cunt contracted around me, and my balls involuntarily lurched toward her as I continued to erupt inside her. Finally I was completely spent, but Megan wasn't. She trembled through five or six smaller orgasms before collapsing upon me.

We dozed for twenty minutes, wrapped in one another's arms.

"I've wanted this with you for so long," she breathed huskily. "You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted you." 

"If I compare my own longing with yours I think I have some idea," I prattled.

She blinked and tried to raise her head to look at me. She was trembling with that effort. 

"What?" 

"I've wanted you, too." 

"But why didn't you ever say anything?" 

"I didn't know any better at the time. It took a couple years until I realized what I'd lost and . . ." 

"Go on, say it."

"Tonight, I knew it for sure tonight when I saw you again."

"And now I'm unattainable," she lamented.

"No! Tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not. I'm married to God and his church."

"You can leave it can't you?"

"It's not that easy."

"But we just . . ."

"We sinned and I don't know if I'll ever be forgiven."

"How could God not forgive you?"

"Don't make light of this James," and she reached for the sheet and pulled it over her nakedness.

I was really shaken, could I have fallen in love with a girl I couldn't marry?"

Changing tactics, I said with as much sorrow as I could muster, "Then we can't make love again?"

"I . . . don't think it would be in our best interest."

"So . . . you won't be staying the night?"

"I'm sorry James, no I won't. I want to . . . but I can't. The temptation is . . ." She sat up, using the sheet to cover her body.

"All right," I conceded the point. "But you can't go back to your room like that. Go take a shower so that if you meet someone in the hall they won't know what we were just doing."

"I guess," Megan said and got up still clutching the sheet and walked barefooted to the bath.

I gave her two minutes then followed. I strode into the large shower naked.




Megan



"Get out!" She cried angrily, but her eyes weren't angry at all. I took her in my arms and kissed her and knew I'd won her when she relaxed and slowly opened her mouth to accept my tongue.

"Let me help you get to those hard to get places," I whispered.

"Damn you," she said. But followed it with a small smile. My hand caressed her ass as I soaped her. Her hand fondled my balls in return. I was almost fully erect as we rinsed off and Megan dropped slowly to her knees.

"Going to pray for us Sister?"

"Fuck you," she said with bitter sarcasm and took my dick in her hands and began to slowly tease the head of my cock with her tongue. I was fully erect now and smiled down at her as she opened her mouth and took me between her lips. All the while her brown eyes were focused on my face. In what seemed like just a few minutes Megan's head was bobbing on my cock. She kept looking at my face and finally I could take the scrutiny no longer and threw my head back and smacked it against the shower stall. 

"Are you okay?" she asked her eyes wide with concern. 

"Yeah . . . sure . . . don't stop. Don't ever stop."

She nodded and returned to licking my cock. She was no longer staring up at me.

I groaned as her nails scraped my balls and sucked in my breath when she started to lick my scrotum all the while pumping my cock with her hand. I was close and had to return the favors, so I reached down and tugged her up, lifting her by the armpits.

Her eyes were clouded and she seemed to be dazed, not knowing exactly where she was.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine, James."

I turned her to the wall and grasping her around the waist, aligned my dick with her cunt and rammed it home. Instantly we were fucking as if the world was about to end. Her hands were against the shower wall and her head was bent to her waist allowing her to stick her ass out toward me. I seemed to fuck her like a madman for hours, but it had to be just a few short minutes before Megan came. I continued humping her until she twisted away and slithered down my body until she had my dick in her mouth again. 

The water continued to cascade down upon us and I remember thinking 'it's washing away our sins,' as I watched her head bob up and down on my pole. Megan teased the head of my cock with her tongue, licking around the crown until I was squirming above her. 'Where the hell had she learned to give head like this,' I wondered as she slid her wet lips up and down, up and down until my cock was completely bathed in her saliva. 

Every once and a while she'd look up at me and swallow me whole. Then she'd drag her lips slowly up my cock until just the head was captured inside her mouth. Her tongue teasing my most sensitive spot, right under the head of my dick. I lost it and grabbed her head in both hands and fucked her mouth until I thought I'd blow the top of her head off. 

She was a swallower. Took it all, even used her tongue to lick my cock like a popsicle teasing me by allowing my come and her spittle to stretch out between her tongue and my cock. My cock was sore now, but I didn't care. She looked up at me and smiled. Then licked a small residue of my come from her lower lip. 

"Maybe I can share you," she said tauntingly.

"What?"

"You know, share . . . like I continue to serve as a nun for say . . . fifty weeks a year and then we spend a week sinning together. How does that sound?"

"I want you all to myself Megan." I felt an emptiness gnawing at my gut.

"I can't leave my church and my mission . . . my promises, vows . . . I can't do it James. I do love you . . . and this is breaking my heart, but that's the best I can offer you."

We were silent for several minutes, left to our own thoughts.

"If that's all I can have you for than I accept. But I warn you; every time we're together I'll try to get you to change your mind."

A beatific smile touched her face. "That's what I hoped you'd say. The challenge will help me for the long periods you're not with me."

There was another brief period of silence before Megan said, "I guess I should leave now. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," I responded forlornly. "Until the next time then," and took her in my arms and held her until she extracted herself, got dressed and started to leave.

"James?"

"Yes?"

"I have two weeks vacation in late July."

"That's only a couple weeks from now!" I was elated.

"I was thinking, maybe we could meet in Wildwood?"

"That would be wonderful."

"I'll write you a note; tell you where I'm staying. You had better get a different hotel for appearances sake."

"Oh, I will, I will."

And she was gone.

Believe it or not, I cried myself to sleep.

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Megan



Strong sexual content. Enjoy, and thanks to the person that made the suggestion for this story.

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Megan got home from work and headed to the shower. It had been a long hot day and she needed it even if she had not been going out. She got out of her suit, bra and panties and went into the bathroom. She used the john and stepped into the tub/shower combination. She got under the water and it felt great. She washed her body, paying particular attention to her large 36 D breasts and between her legs. She knew nothing was going to happen on her date tonight but she just felt the need to touch. She shaved her legs all the way to the top but did nothing to her very hairy pussy. She washed her short hair and got out of the shower and dried off.

She went back into the bedroom and picked up the stuff she had laid out that morning for tonight. She slipped the dress over her naked form. She almost never wore a bra except for work (required) and someplace else if she absolutely felt she must. Panties were the same. She went to the mirror over her dresser and ran a brush through her short hair. She put a dab of lipstick on, one drop of perfume between her breasts and was finished. The dress was simple, one color, purple and form fitting. The top material was heavy enough that it did not show her nipples unless she was really aroused and if so, she did not care if they did show.

She put some high heels on and standing sideways looked in the closet door mirror. She liked what she saw. Her long, well toned, shiny legs seemed to run on forever up into her short skirt. With the heels she was almost 5'11" tall. She was trim and her breasts were high and very firm, not giggling around all over the place. She faced the mirror and saw her thin waist flowing into her larger hips. She had left one button on the v neck dress undone and could just see the tops and insides of her breasts. She grabbed a sweater, even though it was midsummer, just in case the restaurant was cold. She grinned to herself knowing that would push her nipples out for sure.

She got in her car and headed to the restaurant. She made sure the air conditioner vents were not blowing on her causing hard nipples. She let the valet park her car and went into the restaurant. Jon was waiting for her and they both smiled at each other. She approached him and he stuck his hand up to her. She took it and it was warm and dry. They asked how each other was and he asked if she was hungry. Megan said starved actually and he said great let's eat. He unlocked the brakes on his wheelchair and they headed to the receptionist. She said right this way Mr. Reynolds and lead them to a table by the windows. She pulled the chair out for Megan and Jon waited until she was seated to move into the table and lock the brakes.

They had met on the internet, one of the disabled dating sites, and had talked on line and then on the phone for almost 7 months. This was the first night they had met in person. Megan knew all about him being in a wheelchair, it was what she was looking for. She knew Jon had Spina Bifida Occulta. Unlike other forms of SB, there was no indication showing on his back of the problem. It usually did not result in severe disability. However Jon was a paraplegic with only slight feeling in his legs but full feeling in his genitals and had bladder and bowel control. Since he had been born with it, his legs were very thin with no muscle development. Megan had told him she was a devotee and he told her he was looking for one.

They had spent a lot of time talking about each other. Jon told her all about his disability and problems and why he was looking for a devotee. Megan told him all about what she did and why she was a devotee, at least as much as she understood. They both admitted it was a sexual thing and each admitted to having had a couple of other sex partners. Tonight Jon asked her how her day had been and what all she had done. She told him about it and asked the same question of him. Jon worked as a design engineer and Megan was a legal assistant in an office with several lawyers. 

A server came and took their orders and they just spent the time getting to know each other better. Megan had not seen a picture of all of him in his wheelchair and she thought to herself he looked very sexy that way. She wished the table was not in the way right now, she wanted to see more of him. Jon was thinking to himself how sexy Megan looked. They had seen each other on Skype but it was nothing like seeing her in person. He thought she looked braless and he had thought the same when they were on line. He wished the table were not in the way, he would like to see the rest of her.

The dinner and service was fantastic. After Jon paid the bill he asked her if she would like to take a ride with him and talk more. Megan readily agreed and they went out to his van. He opened her door for her and after she was seated he closed the door and lowered the lift and he wheeled on to it and it took him up to the door. He backed in and moved up to the steering wheel and locked his chair in place. He said he knew a place about 20 minutes away where they could go watch the sun set if she liked. Megan said great, she loved to watch the sun. They talked on the drive and he came to a county park. He drove in and to the back of it. There was no one else there and he parked by one of the tables and said let's get out.

He reversed the process and was soon on the ground. Megan was already out and the ground was not so rough he could not get to the table. He brought a blanket so Megan would not get her dress dirty. She spread it on the bench and sat. Her skirt rode up a little but she did not pull it down. Jon parked right in front of her and for the first time they were both able to look at each other with nothing in the way. Megan broke the silence. She told him she was going to tell him two things. First, her really good friends called her Meg, she considered him one. Second, he looked very sexy sitting in his wheelchair like that. 

Jon nodded his head once at her and said thank you for both. He said he was only thinking about one of those, how sexy she was sitting there in front of him. She said thanks and leaned forward for a kiss. He leaned to meet her and their lips met in the middle. It was not a long, passionate kiss but it said a lot to each of them. They separated a few inches and looked into each other's eyes smiling. Meg did not open her legs on purpose but did not keep them closed all the time either. She knew that two or three times he was able to look up her dress and probably see her pussy hair. She also saw a bulge in his pants take shape as he did so.

They had talked about sex several times and they both said it was very important to them. Jon had said that his body produced no sperm and he wanted her to know in case children were important to her. She said no, not on her list, and she used the pill and was thinking about having her tubes tied. She was not sure she liked some of the side effects of the pill. They had talked about having sex together but would just see how things went on the first date. There was an opening in the trees and they could see the sun starting to go down. Jon had turned his chair around and backed into Meg. His rigid chair back was low and only came slightly above his hips. She put her arms on his shoulders and hands on his chest as they watched.

After it was down Jon turned back to face her and they both kissed this time with more passion and Meg added some tongue. After a couple of minutes Jon broke the kiss and while looking at Meg moved one hand towards her breast and asked may I? She said please do and he unbuttoned more buttons until he could get his hand inside her dress. He hefted it feeling the weight and gently squeezed it working his way out to the nipple. When he reached it Meg took a large, noisy breath in. She had told Jon her breasts were very sensitive. If her partner was pushing the right buttons she could cum that way.

Jon had asked if that partner could be another female and she said yes, she had been with females. However it was only as a sex partner and not someone she wanted to be with all the time. She considered herself bi-sexual. Jon said he understood and had no problem with it. He said he had no problems with gay men, had several friends that were, but he had no interest in sex with them.

Jon only used his hands and made no attempt to kiss her breasts. Meg put her hand down one time and felt his hard on and it felt big. He had told her he was uncircumcised and fairly long. They did not spend much time touching each other, just enough to let it be known they wanted more and liked each other. Jon asked her if she would come to his place this Saturday for the afternoon and dinner and whatever else. She took his face in her hands and said the whatever else sounded intriguing and kissed him. She would be there, what time? He said is noon to early and she said no and she would bring lunch since he was providing dinner. Jon said deal and they kissed on it.

They got back in the van and Meg asked where he lived. He told her and she said it was on her way home. He said follow me then and you can see how to get there. They got back to her car and Jon tipped the valet and she fell in behind his van. He pulled in his driveway and she got out and came up to his window. She told him thanks for a great evening and dinner and was looking forward to Saturday. They kissed good night and she headed home.

When she got into her bedroom she slipped her dress off and checked the back of it, where she sat, to see if it was wet and stained. She was very wet thinking about this evening on the way home. It was not and she fell back on to the bed with her feet and heels still on the floor and her legs wide open. One hand went to her pussy and the other to her swollen breast and nipple. She immediately found her vagina and thrust two finger in it. After playing with herself for a few minutes she sat up and got a large rubber cock out of her nightstand. She spread her legs wider and watched as she pushed it into her pussy. She thought she had better stretch it a little in case they did it on Saturday. As aroused and Horney as she was, it did not take long to have a good cum and she kept on stimulating herself and had another two minutes later. 

That finally took the edge off and she relaxed for a few minutes with the rubber cock still buried in her. When she pulled it out, she was sticky in her hair and down her thighs so she got in the shower and washed off. She fell in bed and thought about what Jon looked like in his wheelchair. She was very anxious to see his legs and the rest of his body. She went to sleep with a very large smile on her face.

When Jon got home he went to his bedroom and transferred to his bed. He undressed and leaned back on his pillows. His long penis was still hard and had cum flowing out of the skin covering the head, even with him being hard. He was still thinking about how fantastic her breasts had felt and at seeing her pubic hair up her legs when she opened them for him. He thought she sure was not shy and should be quite the sex partner. He also hoped she might become more than that. He put his hand down on his hard and masturbated himself until he came all over his abdomen. There was a pretty good amount as he had resisted doing it for the past several days.

They talked every night the rest of the week and Meg asked him if he got himself off much. He said yes he did and you? She said yes, a lot. They did not talk any more about it...this time. 

Saturday finally came and Meg was up fixing lunch. She put some ice in a cooler and then the food. She got in the shower, washed body and hair, shaved her legs good again and douched. She knew she only had 4 more pills to go then her period. She told herself she needed to ask Jon about that. She dried, brushed through her hair and put on a simple halter that some would consider too small for her. She added shorts and sandals. She threw a few things in a small sack in case she spent the night and put the stuff in her car. She checked the windows, locked the house and started towards Jon's. 

It was only a short drive and she pulled up to his door just before noon. As she was getting out of the car he came to the door and out to the car. He had her put the cooler on his lap and led her into the house. In the kitchen he put it on the counter and turned to face her. He only had shorts on. The first thing Meg noticed were his very atrophied legs. They were both shorter than normal legs and his right was even shorter than the left by 3 inches. If he could stand he would only be about 5'6" tall she thought. Both feet were on foot rests of different heights attached to his wheelchair. The next thing she noticed was that he had quite a bit of dark body hair all over him. She had already noticed he had a heavy beard and wondered if he shaved more than once a day.

She thought it made him look even sexier. She leaned down and put her hands on his wheels and kissed him with lots of tongue. He returned it in kind. She told him he looked good enough to eat for lunch. He just grinned and said so do you. She straightened up and asked if he wanted to have lunch now or later. He said he was hungry and if she was also, let's eat now. He got some dishes and she put the food right on the plates from the cooler. Jon suggested the table on the deck and told her how to get out there. She took the plates out and he got some cold drinks from the ice box. He had already put eating utensils and napkins out there. After setting the plates down she looked at the very nice pool.

She sat down and Jon pulled his chair right beside her. She told him what a great yard and pool he had while they ate. He said yes he really enjoyed it and it was a good way for him to get exercise. It looked like there was a sliding door just off the kitchen and another one further down the way. She asked if that was his bedroom with the door and he said yes. After they finished lunch she turned her chair to him and asked if she could examine his legs more. He said you bet and turned his wheelchair to face her. She asked if she could touch one and he said sure and you never have to ask to touch me. She said thanks, same for her.

She lifted his longer left leg and put the heel on her chair between her legs. She looked at it and ran her hands all over it. It was very soft and she felt no muscle anywhere. As she was putting it back on the foot rest his toes pointed straight down towards the ground. She then lifted the right one and it was the same only a little shorter. She told him she loved how they looked and felt and were a big turn on to her. 

He told her he could feel her hands slightly and they felt very good. He added thanks, no one had ever told him that before and he appreciated hearing it from her. He then said, something I have never said to you but I like being crippled like I am. I think it is very sexy. I am very glad to have someone like you that can enjoy it with me. She said thank you for accepting me like I am. 

They looked at each other, saying nothing, for a couple of minutes and then Jon asked if she would like to take a dip in the pool. She said she did not know he had a pool and did not bring swim wear. Jon grinned and said they were not allowed here, only skinny dipping. She stood, pushed her shorts off her hips and down her legs and undid the halter and dropped it. She posed before him and said does this qualify and he said it would do. He asked her to pull his trunks off as he lifted himself and she did. He had a lot of pubic hair and his cock was starting to stand out of it. 

He wheeled over to the lift by the side of the pool and pulled the seat down. He got himself over on to it and using his hands pulled his legs over. Meg just watched enjoying what she saw. Jon pushed himself over the pool and lowered down into it. He floated off the seat and started swimming. Meg made a shallow dive in and joined him. They swam and splashed for about 20 minutes and decided they had better get out with the sun so strong. She watched again as he got back on the lift and up and into his wheelchair. It made her very aroused and she told him so. They rinsed off by the poolside shower and he asked her if she wanted to go in. She said yes and they headed towards his bedroom sliding door. 

They grabbed a couple of towels on the way and finished drying off after they got inside. He had a good sized bedroom with a king size bed at just the right height for him to transfer to it. He showed her the master bath and it was also large with a roll in shower and room to pull his chair under the sink. He asked if she needed to use the john and she just plopped down and did grinning at him. When she was done Jon pulled up to the front of the john and slid forward on to the seat facing the back of the john and the wall. He was able to pee that way and Meg handed him a wet wash cloth to wash off with. She had just finished using one on herself.

He moved back on to his wheelchair with his legs flopping around until he backed up and then used his hands to place his feet on the foot rests. They smiled at each other and he led the way to his bed. She watched him transfer over and move to the middle of the bed. She could see it took some effort for him to move around a lot. When he was in place he beckoned her to join him. She did and they moved together face to face and embraced each other with their arms hugging tightly. They started kissing with a great deal of passion. After several minutes he moved his head back a little and said do you want me to make love to you, I don't want to assume anything. Meg said I absolutely want you to make love to me and to fuck me good also.

They resumed kissing and Jon brought his hand up to her breast and started stimulating it. Meg started to put her hand on his cock and he broke the kiss and said for her to just relax and enjoy what he did to her for now. His turn would come later. Meg followed his instructions and fell over on her back. He continued to play with her breasts for some time. He squeezed them, kissed and sucked her nipples, massaged them and nudged them with his chin which both tickled and scratched. He quit to move down just as she started to orgasm. He had not known she was that close. She did not mention it right now but would tell him later.

With some difficulty he got between her legs and started in on her hairy pussy. She was flowing juices quite heavy and he loved the taste of her as he lapped it up. When his tongue hit her clit she did cum, squeezing his head between her legs. He kept his lapping up for a few more seconds then let her cum down. He moved so he could lie on his side across her bottom. He had her lift her legs as he was doing so, and put them back down behind him. They formed the letter T and his long cock was right at her vagina. He had his hand on her hip and pulled himself inward pushing his long, hard cock into her very wet sheath. He pushed all the way in and bottomed out before he was all in her. 

By pulling and relaxing his arm he was able to move in and out of her. After a little while she had stretched and he was all the way in her pussy. His balls were large and lose so far and slapped against the area just above her anus and below her vagina. 

Meg was in heaven. He had brought her off with his mouth expertly and now was using his cock to screw her. After she got accustomed to his size, and both of them were well lubricated, she joined in the thrusting. With him turned 90 degrees to her as he thrust his cock, there seemed to be even more stimulation than normal. She felt his balls banging into her just above her anus and this added even more. 

Gradually Jon felt his balls begin to tighten up into his body and he knew he was close to Cumming. Meg had started thrusting back at him and the added stimulation was getting him close. He hoped she would cum first; this had always been his goal with his other lovers. His free hand was not close to anything that he could reach that would help her cum as it was next to the bed under him almost.




Megan



Meg felt his balls quit hitting her and she thought they must be pulling up into his body for him to cum. She hoped she could get hers first before he went soft. She put her hand down between her body and his, and started rubbing her clit. It only took a little bit and she came big time. She bucked her hips and used her feet and legs to thrust harder against him. She could feel her vagina clinching his long, hard cock wondering how soon it would spew in her. 

Jon felt her hand on his abdomen and he knew what she was going to do. She suddenly started to cum big time and was moving every which way. He vaginal muscles started to clinch him and after a couple of those he let lose. His cum came with a lot of force and hit her cervix and filled what little space was left in her pussy. He kept on as long as he could and finally ran out of steam. He was not aware of when she stopped her cum. His cock went limp and took his hand from the hip he was pulling on. This caused him to fall over on to his back and his cock pulled out of her letting their juices flow out. He should have remembered a towel but had other things on his mind at the time.

Meg felt him cum in her. They were very strong as they hit her cervix. He had several good ones and she knew she was full of cum. She bet when she masturbated him he would shoot all the way up to his chest. She felt him go soft and pull out of her and the flow after. She would remember a towel the next time, hoping there would be one. 

Jon worked his way back up alongside Meg and kissed her. He grinned and said not bad for an old cripple is it. Meg laughed very hard at that and finally was able to say no, not bad at all. She turned towards him and they kissed for some time. He finally told her there was a towel in the bedside table but he was sure it was too late now. Meg confirmed it was for sure. They held each other and fell asleep for about 20 minutes. They awakened and decided it was shower time. This time she helped him get from the bed to his wheelchair and into the shower.

It was easy for him to wheel into the shower and move to the bench on the wall. She pulled his chair out and joined him. After closing the door he turned the water on the shower wand and started washing her off with it. He said as hot as she was, he thought he would have to hose her off before the day was over. She grabbed at the shower head and he almost fell off the bench. He gave her the wand and put his chest belt on. They washed each other and Meg thought this would be a good time and asked him about having sex during his partner's period. He said none of them had been interested but he sure wanted to try it sometime. Meg said she wanted to also. They kissed and he took hold of a breast. She told him she was not upset but what happened earlier with her breast.

She told him it was her fault as she should have communicated with him better about where she was and how close she was to Cumming. Jon said he agreed about keeping in close communication with each other about everything. He also told her he was not a big macho man and that if she wanted to instigate sex it would not bother him a bit. He would enjoy her doing so. She asked if he had any douche bottles and he told them where they were. He told her to come back in when she got it. Meg got one and came back in. She said you want to watch don't you as a statement. She put her foot up on the bench beside him, pulled the nozzle out and inserted it into her pussy. The flow rinsed her out and she saw Jon get hard again watching her. They grinned at each other. 

She handed him a towel and got one for herself and started to dry off. She put one on the seat of his wheelchair and put it in the shower for him. He got on the chair, lifted his legs on to the foot rests and moved out. They decided to stay naked. Meg suggested she get the wet sheet and put it and the towels in the washer. He said fine and showed her where it was. After she had it running he showed her the rest of the house. It was a beautiful home well suited for him in his wheelchair. She asked if he designed it and he said yes. That was one of his jobs at work, helping clients design area for disabled people to meet the ADA requirements.

They went back out on to the patio and Meg helped Jon get on to a lounge. She pulled one alongside of it and plopped down beside him. They held hands and just relaxed. A little while later Jon asked her if there was anything else they needed to talk about their sexual episode earlier. She said the only things was how could she help him get into different positions to screw her. He said he was not sure right now but hey could work on it together. She told him he was a fantastic lover, probably the best she had ever had. He thanked her for the complement and said he enjoyed making love to someone as responsive as she was. She did not just lay there but got into it with him. 

He told her what he was planning for dinner and he should go get the potatoes into the oven. She asked where they were and she would do it right quick. He told her and she was in and back in just a few minutes. The sun was away from the pool and Jon asked if she wanted to get in again. She said sure and helped him into his chair. He got in the pool and they splashed and swam for about 30 minutes. They got out and rinsed off and drip dried. Jon said he had better get the fire started if Meg wanted to make the salad. He said everything she might need was in the ice box and she went in and got started. After the grill got hot and the salad was ready he put the steak on. They both liked theirs medium. 

Meg got the food and plates on the table just as Jon took the steaks off the grill. They sat down and had a very good meal they both agreed later. They got most of the stuff on a tray on Jon's lap and he wheeled it in to the sink. Meg brought the rest and they put the stuff in the dish washer and turned it on. Jon said he needed to go to the bathroom and Meg agreed that was a good idea so they went and did their thing. She fixed some more iced tea and they went back out on the patio. It was a beautiful night. Meg asked him what sexual thing he liked to have done to him the most. He said there were several and different people did things different so it was hard to tell. 

Meg moved over to the lounge with him and they kissed. She said her turn and started making love to him. She worked her way down his body even sucking on his nipples. As she was doing so he said he had never had that done and it felt very good. She moved on down and just when he thought she was going to take his cock into her mouth she passed it by and started down his leg. She kissed and used both her hands to rub it all the way to his foot. She changed to the other foot and worked her way back up. This time she did not miss his now long, very hard cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked then took her mouth off and pulled his foreskin back to uncover his large, purple head. She kept the skin retracted and put him back in her mouth. 

After several minutes she took him down her throat. Jon was sitting up watching as she did him and she seemed to do this effortlessly and never even gagged. She kept going from his cock head all the way to his balls. She even stuck her tongue out and licked his balls while he was down her throat. She kept looking up to his eyes to see his response. She pulled his cock head up into her mouth and really went after it. Meg knew that with him having such a big cum earlier, she would have to work him good. She finally noticed his balls pulling up into his body and knew he was close. He finally started to cum and after the second squirt in her mouth, she took him deep and finished him. When he was done ejaculating she removed her mouth and swallowed the rest of his cum.

She put him in her mouth again and cleaned him off good. She moved back up beside him and he pulled her head to him and kissed her hard using his tongue to get between her teeth and into her mouth. He loved the taste of his cum on his lover. He drew his mouth away from hers and told her that no one had ever done that to him, that is deep throat him. She said she was glad to be the first for him. They cuddled together for a while and enjoyed the crickets and other animals calling each other. Jon said he probably could not get hard for a week. They laughed and he asked her if she wanted to spend the night. She said she would love to be with him tonight. 

They went inside, closed the doors, cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. Meg got the stuff out of the dryer and made the bed. She asked how he did it and said by cheating, he had a housekeeper/cook in 3 days a week for 4-5 hours each day. She folded the towels and put some on each side of the bed and they crawled in. They watched the news and then turned the lights out, snuggled together and quickly fell asleep. 

Sometime later Meg woke up in the dark with Jon sucking her nipple and fingering her pussy. It did not take long for her to cum and he told her to go back to sleep. She did and the next thing she knew it was light outside with the sun shining into the room. They got up, had breakfast and Meg said she needed to get home to get some stuff ready for work in the am. Jon said he had some work to do also so they kissed and she got dressed and left.

The next weekend Jon asked her to come on Friday night which she did. Meg was having her period so they tried sex out by the pool where it was easy for both to wash off. They both loved it and saw no problems with doing it at that time. They continued to have sex all weekend and on Sunday decided that doing it during this time should bring a couple very close since it was a very personal time. It sure did for them. One time when she was jacking him off his cum did squirt all the way up his chest his ejaculation was so strong. She sure loved to feel it when he was in her.

A week later Meg had her tubes tied.

Two months later Jon asked Meg to move in with him and she did. They talked about it for some time and a few months later, they both quit their jobs and started a company that did ADA consulting and then another company that did construction work remodeling or building homes for disabled people. 

They were married one year later with both companies taking off with lots of business. They were still very happy with Jon being crippled and Meg being his devotee. They included sex in their life at least once a day.



Megan



Those of you familiar with my other works will know this is a long one, and that I write characters, not porn-scripts, though this makes a change from my usual category. 

I hope, as always, you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

- W

*****

I was wryly amused that seven years of my life could be packed into three cardboard boxes and a small suitcase, but there it was. I'd donated most of my books to the local council library, and had sold some clothes and other items to various charity stores dotted around Lambeth. I wanted to be rid of as much as I could; starting over would be hard enough without the constant memories.

Sue would be keeping the lease, the desktop computer, and pretty much all the appliances I'd bought in our time together. We'd parted ways but that didn't mean I wanted her destitute. I'd made sure she'd have enough money to cover her rent for the next few months; I doubted she'd struggle to find a room-mate, as several of her friends had already indicated an interest in moving into the flat.

The flat - that I'd miss. It was a rare find in London, a nice, relatively quiet and not-too-old third-floor twin with a reasonable amount of sun in summer and a only-partly-obstructed view of Battersea park. Common sense told me there'd be other, nicer flats, but I'd miss this one.

"No sense in delaying the inevitable," I observed. I carried the boxes downstairs, and used one to prop open the building door while I loaded the other two into my dented, banged-up old Defender. I loaded the final box, locked the Landy, and then took a breath. 

It was a mostly-grey Saturday morning, with the occasional hint of sun brushing the stone and brick facades around me. I realised that I'd miss London. Or this part of it, anyway. I shook my head, and climbed the stairs back to the flat.

I did one more brief search through our bedroom, the bathroom and the study, rescued a framed photograph of the Monument that I'd taken the previous year, grabbed my laptop bag and suitcase, and then on a whim put them down again. I uncapped a pen and took a small post-it.

Dear Sue. Sorry it didn't work for us. Good luck with the business, and all the best. You'll be fine. Jamie

I left the note on the kitchen counter, grabbed my bags, and let myself out. The keys went into the postbox, and I let the front door of the building close gently behind me.

-

I turned the Landy's heater up, and let her idle a bit before setting off. I had a day to kill before I was due home, and I decided to take a roundabout route through the centre of London before striking out to the northwest. I knew I would be back sooner rather than later, but I still wanted to say goodbye to this part of my life. 

So I drove down through Battersea park, watching all the thin girls jogging along the river, feeling a pang of loss. I crossed the Thames at Battersea bridge, then wove my way northeast through Chelsea and Knightsbridge, driving a slow, extended loop around Hyde Park and its early morning tourists, then outward bound on the Westway. 

Gentle accompaniment from Classic FM formed the soundtrack for my departure, and Wagner and Holst eased the gradual transformation of the the row houses of London into the emerald green of Buckinghamshire.

I turned off the M40 motorway as soon as I could, and after filling up and grabbing some sandwiches at a service station I spent an enjoyable hour or two finding the most disused roads that I could. One of the joys of owning an old 4x4 is that you really feel nothing for the paintwork; it's basically there to tell you that the green lane you're in is too narrow for your car. 

And so I amused myself finding farm tracks, rutted rights-of-way, and forestry paths through new and old woodland. I ate my sandwiches as an early lunch at Ivinghoe beacon, where I watched three old men flying radio control gliders for a while from my perch on the roof of my Defender.

Brief patches of sunlight lit the brilliant yellow flowers of the rapeseed fields, and I caught myself grinning. England in spring, even a cold spring like this one, is a beautiful country.

-

Mum fussed around me, and Dad was his quiet, unimposing self, but I knew he was glad to have me home. We sat in the garden, watching the stars come out, and I gave them the cliff notes on the breakdown of my relationship with Sue. Mum had organised a leg of lamb and roast potatoes, and we drank one of Dad's bottles of Burgundy and the better part of one of Mum's boxes of plonk. 

"I'd forgotten how quiet it was here," I said after a while.

"Not much has changed," Mum agreed. "We got a new Sainsbury's"

"And a few more pubs and clubs," Dad added. "I'm not sure how busy they are."

"Still going to the Black Dog then?" I asked.

"Still," he answered. "Hard to change a habit of four decades, James. Besides, I like their ale."

I laughed at that, and Mum smiled at him.

"So what are you going to do now, Jamie?" she asked.

"Well, I had some time and leave saved up, so I decided to take it all and amuse myself just getting lost here and further north for a month or so. After that I guess I'll head back down to London, find somewhere to live, and get back into things."

"It will be nice to have you home for a while. It's lonely here with just the two of us."

I smiled, and refilled my glass. "It will be nice to be a child again for a while."

That night, I slept better than I had in a long time. 

-

I woke up early, put on my running shoes, and before long was crossing fields, ducking through small copses, and generally having the best run of my year. I crested a small rise and paused to catch my breath. Tendrils of mist drifted just above the ground, and I could hear birds in the hedgerows around me. 

I stretched, then straightened as I heard the sound of a bicycle from behind me. A slender girl gave me a wide grin and a cheerful "Hello!" as she flew by. I stood, watching her as she disappeared around a corner. She'd had a lovely smile, and it had been a while since anyone smiled at me.

I shook my head, and looked around. A small hill in the distance sheltered what could be a pond, and it made as good a landmark as any. I set off again, pushing hard for the fifteen minutes or so it took me. The anticipated pond turned out to be an old abandoned millrace, with a broken down stone mill adjacent to it. I could see small fingerlings swimming in the water. 

On a whim, I pulled my phone out of my trail-running backpack and took a GPS fix in case I wanted to return. Then I set a rough course for home, as there was no point in injuring myself by pushing too far.

Partway home, I caught sight of the girl again through a gap in the hedgerows. She was cycling hard up a single track, and I silently wished her a good time and a nice view from the top of it.

I didn't manage to run all the way home, but I put in what I felt was a decent showing, and my chest was burning by the time I did get back to the house. I climbed the front drive on shaky legs, and grinned at my mum as she laughed at me from the kitchen. She'd baked fresh bread, and I stole a slice of the loaf which I inhaled as I made my way to my room.

A quick shower, and some comfortable pants and a shirt. and I was ready for the day.

I spent a good portion of the remainder of the morning doing some basic maintenance on the Defender. Dad had an extensive collection of automotive tooling from his past attempts to build kit cars, and I abused his largess mercilessly. The Landrover had needed an oil and transmission fluid change for months, but I'd somehow never had time to do it in London.

While I was arms-deep in her I spent some time tidying up the cabling in the engine bay, and also rerouted the twelve volt extension socket I'd jury-rigged in the back. I then spent a while cleaning months worth of accumulated dirt and papers from the interior, and gave it a reasonably vacuuming. The Defender looked a whole lot better, and I felt a sense of accomplishment as I stretched the kinks out of my back. 

Lunch was bread and cheese. I checked my work email out of habit, then caught up on local and international news. I realised that I was bored, and on a whim decided that since it was a Saturday afternoon, I could do worse than go down and see if there was any football showing at the Black Dog.

Clouds had drifted in during the morning, so I bundled myself into a coat for the mile or so I'd have to walk. I ambled, looking at the changes to houses that I recalled from my youth, and noting where others had been replaced by new builds belonging to families moving out of London. The park was the same, but the fence around it was new. 

The Black Dog, however, looked unchanged. A large, double story building that had been a coaching in in the middle ages, it had undergone countless renovations over the years, but it still managed to exude an aura of timelessness. Stepping through the double doors brought me back into my youth, when Dad had brought me here on Sunday afternoons, and my treat for good behaviour had been lemonade and, occasionally, beer shandy.

The interior was as dim as I remembered it, and a fire was burning in the central hearth to warm the building. There was a small scattering of people; families eating a late lunch, and some teenage boys watching a league match on the telly. I hung my jacket on the rack in the entrance hall, gave a brief glance around, and then stepped over to the bar. It was an ale day, and I was trying to decide which one to have when she stepped out from the service area.

"Hello," I said.

She gave me a distracted smile, then stopped and gave me a harder look. "Well, hello. Weren't you running up Combe Hill this morning?"

I nodded. "I was out running, and it must have been Combe Hill, because I remember you passing me. It was a good day to be outside."

She smiled a small, pretty smile. "It was. What can I get you?"

"Um, not sure," I hazarded. "I'm an ale man. What do you recommend?"

"Doombar," she said without hesitation. "It's the best of what we have here."

"I'll have a pint of that then, please."

She drew it off for me, and I handed her a fiver. "Keep the change," I said, as she tried to hand the coins to me.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she observed, as she added them to a small tip jar.

"I actually grew up just down the road, but I've been in London for a while."

"Ah, that explains it," she murmured.

"Explains what?" I asked.

"Never mind," she answered with a a grin, and she turned away to serve a middle-aged woman a G&T.

She was beautiful. Not in the sense of a model, or a pinup... or... just... look. The easiest way to describe it is, she's the girl you see walking away from you in a crowd, or in a shop, the one you're compelled to watch till she's out of sight. She's the girl you see through the windows of the train as it slows for the station, but you know you can't get to the carriage she's in before the train leaves again. 

I'd put her at a shade under six foot, with brown hair and blue eyes and a cyclist's slim figure camouflaged (criminally to my mind) under the demure black pants and collared shirt she was wearing now. 

But her smile was what had captured me - slightly crooked-toothed, but so natural, so open. So warm.

I shook my head, retired to an empty table, and drank my ale slowly. I tried to watch the league game, but it was teams I didn't know and the match looked to be pretty pitiful stuff. Instead, I mostly watched the fire, listening to the occasional hiss and crack of the coals. I'd be lying if I denied sneaking frequent glances at her. She caught me looking once, and raised an amused eyebrow - I flushed and gave her a grin and a shrug. I finished my ale. 

Then, strangely shy, I stood and ambled back to the bar.

"Back so soon?" she deadpanned, as she polished one of the taps.

"I'm a thirsty man. It's been a busy day for me."

"How so?" she asked, as she grabbed me a fresh glass. "You're in a pub on a Saturday afternoon; you can't be that busy."

"Well, I did go for a run.. I have witnesses. I did some overdue maintenance on my Landrover. I walked miles to a pub, and now I'm lifting beer. As I said, thirsty work."

"Uh huh," she murmured.

"Scout's honour."

"I don't believe you," she returned. "Hang on."

She moved to the other end of the bar, and took a food order for a middle-aged man. I watched her push her hair out of her face, and thought I saw tiredness in the gesture and the way she rang his order up. But she was smiling as she returned to my side of the bar.

"Back so soon?" I quipped.

"It's a slow day, and you're amusing," she said. "I mean that in a nice way," she added, watching me. 

"I'll take it as a compliment then," I answered. "I'm James. My friends call me Jamie."

"I'm Meg," she answered.

"Are you from around here?" I asked.

"Nah," she replied, shrugging. "I'm from down Devon way - moved up here to work, decided work sucked, so now I'm doing this while I wait for inspiration." She raised her arms in a half shrug.

"Not the easiest job," I said. "I did it a while. The hours are what killed me."

"The hours here aren't bad, and there's a big difference between here and a large town," she answered. "For starters, the boys who come here mostly behave themselves, which helps."

"How long have you been here?"

"Couple of months. Will move on at some point I guess, but I like it here. Nice weather, nice scenery, and it's safe."

"That it is," I agreed. "Nothing ever happens here."

"Except cows," she added, wide eyed. "Your cows here are crazy."

"It's the sheep," I answered. "They put the cows up to it."

She laughed at that, and I think I fell a little for her then.

"Do you cycle most mornings?" I asked her.

"Most, yes. The mornings are beautiful, and it's lovely to catch the sunrise."

"Maybe I'll see you out there sometime."

"Yeah. That would be nice," she answered. "It's nice to have company. I'll be in the same area tomorrow, I think."

"I don't have a bike," I said, "but I can orienteer pretty well, so we could always set a time and place to meet up... if you like, that is?"

"I like," she smiled. "So long as you're not some crazy psycho serial killer."

"I sometimes wear odd socks, if that helps."

She grinned at me. "7am at the top of Minton Hill. There's a nice view."

"Which one is Minton Hill again?"

"Two miles west of Combe. It has a trig point on top - you'll find it on any local map. Listen, I've got to go do inventory, so as much as I've enjoyed this I'm going to have to say ta-ta. Thanks for the chat... Jamie."

"See you later, Meg."

I walked home that evening with slightly more spring in my step than I'd had in the morning. The memory of Meg's sparkling eyes and easy, familiar manner warmed me far more than the ale had, and I hoped I'd see her again.

-

I pushed myself hard up the rise, and reached the top with plenty of time to spare. As I caught my breath, I looked around. Meg had been right - the small hill's top was mostly bare bar a small copse of what looked like birch and ash trees, and the granite triangulation point stood out starkly on its low cairn. I put my hands on my knees, and just breathed for a bit. 

Then I stood, and turned. I could see several miles in every direction - occasional fields full of livestock, and some raptors and crows. Brilliant yellow fields of rapeseed flowers drew bright boundaries between hedgerows and the green of new wheat plants.

The sky was mostly clear, with high fluffy white cumulus proceeding slowly to the northwest. It was still early enough that mist hugged depressions, curling on an almost unnoticeable breeze. 

I saw several birds start up from a hedgerow, and then a cyclist flashed into view around a corner. I watched, and realised as the bike approached that it was Meg. She was pushing hard, head down, standing on the pedals, and building speed on a slight downhill to carry her partway up the slope.

I walked slowly to the point on the crest where she'd appear, and waited for her. She was red in the face and gasping hard when she rounded the final corner in the path up. She saw me, and I saw her grin and push even harder. She crested the hill, stopped, stepped off her bike, and put it gently down. Then she gave me a brief wave, and slumped backwards onto the damp grass.

"Hello," I said, once she'd recovered slightly.

"Hi," she said. "Sorry if I don't get up, I'm pooped."

"You were pretty quick getting up here," I said.

"Been practising." She took a sip of water from her Camelpack, then squinted up at me. "Come down here, I'm going to get a crick in my neck if I have to crane to talk to you."

I took a seat near, but not too near, her. Her hair had the finest wave to it, and strands of it blew free from under her helmet. I could hear her breathing, and I tried not to notice how her shirt stretched over her breasts as she took a long, slow breath.

"So you do these rides often?" I asked. It wasn't the question I'd wanted to ask.

"Every morning, rain or shine. Well, that's a lie, if it's really horrible weather I do sometimes just sleep in." She unclipped her helmet and set it to one side. "But most mornings, yeah. It's a good way to start the day, with something positive for myself. Means that no matter how dull the day is I've been out in the fresh air and accomplished something for myself. You?"

"Every morning, so far."

"For how long?" She adjusted her ponytail, capturing the errant strands of her hair, and I tried not to watch her too closely. I couldn't help but admire her, but I didn't want it to be obvious. 

"This is my second day." I tracked a crow as it passed us, soaring on the hill's updraft. "Trying to form my own positive morning activities".

"Only just started?" she asked, as she sat up to face me.

"I only arrived on Saturday." I pulled a stem of clover up, and nibbled it - a childhood habit of mine. 

"You here on holiday, or business?"

"Actually more like a sabbatical," I answered, dropping the plant. "I needed a break from London, so I came home to get some distance."

"Mm," she said, leaning back and closing her eyes to enjoy a small puff of breeze. "Work, girl, early onset of of a midlife crisis?"

I took a breath. "Girl, life. Though the girl thing was a long time coming and a long time going."

"Hah, the best kind," she said quietly. "Bad breakup?" She opened her eyes. "Sorry, I'm nosey. Say if it's too personal."

"Nah, it's ancient history now anyway. Not bad so much as extended over way too long a period. Seven years that took a year or more to die."

"Ugh." She grimaced in sympathy. "I can understand wanting to get out of the area where all that happened. Seven years is a lot of memories."

"I needed a break, and where better than where the meals are free and the countryside is like this?"

She laughed. "Good reasons. How long are you here for?"

"Unknown as yet. My plans are fluid, I can work remotely if I need to, and to be honest some time in a small town might be what I need."

We sat in companionable silence for a while, then she sat up, sighing.

"Help me up," she said. "I've got to head back, I start at eleven." I stood, then reached down and took her hand, pulling her smoothly to her feet. She stumbled slightly and put up her hand to stop herself from colliding with me, pushing off my chest. I held her hand a breath longer than I strictly needed to, and her eyes sparkled as she stepped back with a small smile. 

She fastened her helmet and tugged her ponytail free from under it. "So I guess I'll see you later?"

"Depends on the rest of my day, but all things going well I'll stop by to say hello... if you'd like me to?" I said hopefully.




Megan



"I'll be waiting with breathless anticipation," she returned, with a wink to show she was teasing. I watched her, saying nothing as she picked up her bike and threw her right leg over. With a throaty "Bye bye" she stood on the pedals and shot off downhill, bunny hopping small irregularities in the path as she showed off her skill. 

My run home was slower, and my heart wasn't really in it - I was too busy thinking about her.

-

I did some washing. I read a H.P.Lovecraft short story. I caught up on email, and read some technical websites to ensure I was up to date on news and developments that were relevant to me. I ate a belated breakfast. I teased the cat. And all the while, I was thinking of her. Of the way her long cycling pants sheathed her legs. Of the curve of her hip. Of the slender musculature of her arms. Of the almost indiscernible freckles on her cheeks. 

I forced myself to stay away till late in the afternoon at least. I didn't want to be the creepy guy who hangs out in bars to chat up barmaids. So I invented things to do - reordering the meagre clothing supplies I'd brought with myself, waxing and polishing my parents' car (to my mother's enduring amusement), teasing the cat more... but in the end, by mid-afternoon I found myself in my coat, walking to the Black Dog.

I walked up to the bar, and took a seat on a stool. I hadn't been there for more than a minute before she bustled out, carrying a tray of cleaned glasses.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," she smiled. "Just let me put these down and I'll be right with you." She flicked her eyes to the right, and then started packing the glasses away. I glanced to my right, where I saw the owner of the Black Dog at a table with a mixed group. "Boss is in so I can't look like I'm not doing my work," she said apologetically.

"That's OK, I don't want to get you into trouble."

She laughed at that. "What will it be, Jamie?"

"A pint of Doombar again please, Meg. And a question."

"A question?" she replied. She took a glass and started to draw my ale. "Questions are fun. I like questions. Is it an interesting question?"

"I hope it is. Do you hike at all?"

She glanced at me. "I'm going to assume that's not weird London innuendo that I haven't heard before."

"Hah. No, I'm serious - proper hiking, with boots and so on."

"Never have but have always been tempted. Why?"

"I haven't been hiking in a long time, and I've missed it. I'm fine doing it alone, especially in areas I've been before... but company is always better. So I was going to ask if you'd like to go with me, if I found a good day walk." I looked at my hands, then glanced up at her.

She put my ale down in front of me, frowning slightly. "Why?"

I took a breath. "Because you're the first woman who's smiled at me like I'm interesting in longer than I can remember. Because your smile is beautiful. Because I enjoy your company, as little of it as I've experienced so far. And because I'd like you to."

Faint colour touched her cheeks at that, and I looked down again, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, that sounded creepy as all hell."

"No... it's fine. It's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a while," she replied softly. "Oh... what the hell, I don't think you're a psycho. I can take a day off tomorrow. And I'd enjoy going hiking. Meet me here at nine if the weather's good. In fact, just meet me here at nine, if the weather is foul I'm sure we can find something to do."

"Really?"

"Just don't murder me and bury me somewhere, OK?"

I grinned at her. "I'll try to control my homicidal tendencies."

"Megan Flemming, stop daydreaming," called the owner, not unkindly. "James MacArthur, stop distracting my bar staff."

"Yes, Mr. Donovan," we both answered. I heard his quiet chuckle to his friends, and Meg winked at me. I carried my ale back to a corner table, where I sat trying not to grin like an idiot. I caught Meg's glance once, smiled at her, and could swear she blushed again.

-

"Dad, I need help," I said.

"What's her name, and when is it due?"

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you sounded serious, and I assumed that you'd got a girl into trouble."

I gave him a level look, and he managed to maintain his poker face for a brief while, before we both grinned.

"You know the area pretty well, right?"

"Well enough, lad. I walked most of it as a bairn, and used to run the moors at Uni. Why do you ask?"

"I'm looking for a day walk, not too far away, that wouldn't kill an inexperienced hiker."

"Just head north, find a green lane, and walk from there. If a farmer gives you trouble, just be lost and apologise. Most people round here won't have trouble with someone who's clearly just walking."

"Any hills with nice views?"

"Nothing near, no. Combe and Minton are good, but for real views you need to head up further towards the border, or over Wales-way to the Beacons."

"Ok, I'll see what I can rustle up locally."

"My old ordnance survey maps are in the bottom drawer of my desk," he added. "Jamie - If you do go, lad, remember that the weather can still change quickly at this time of year. I know you're careful but just remember that it still gets cold enough for you to get in serious trouble out there."

"I'll bear that in mind," I answered.

-

I'd loaded rain gear, my camping stove and canteen set into the rear of the Landy just in case. The sky was overcast, and out of caution I checked the Met's surface pressure chart. A large low-pressure cell was moving in from the Atlantic - that meant rain. But the rain might only arrive by this evening, so it was still worth trying for a morning's walk. I packed a spare warm fleece and some spare socks into my Deuter day-bag, and then hopped into the Landy. 

I clattered down to the Black Dog, and I parked in one of the bays close to the front door. I let the Defender tick over a bit so the heater was working, since it was a bit nippy outside and I doubted Meg liked the cold.

After a brief wait, she appeared around the side of the Black Dog. I hopped out and waved at her, and she shifted her bag to her shoulder and waved back.

"Good morning," I said.

"Hi," she smiled. "I didn't have time to look at the forecast. What's the prediction?"

"Low pressure later, probably some rain, but we should be ok this morning at least."

"Suits me fine."

I opened the back door for her, and she stowed her backpack behind the seat. She was wearing hiking trousers and a zip-up fleece over a high-tech wicking top, and some trail-running shoes. "Do you have spare warm clothes?" I asked.

"In the bag. With my hat and earmuffs"

"Wow. I'm glad I guessed you didn't like the cold, I've got the heater all warmed up for you."

"My hero." She fluttered her eyelashes, and I laughed as I opened the front door for her, closing it behind her once she'd climbed in.

"So where are we going?" she asked, as I clambered into the driver's seat next to her. I watched her reach out towards the warm air from the vents.

"I don't really have any idea. I thought we could just head north out of town a short way and see where we end up. There's not much in the way of dramatic views around here, according to my dad. We'd have to head quite a bit more than an easy day drive's distance."

"Ok, abduct me," she said, sinking down into the seat.

We drove north out of town, and I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She wore an almost-smile, one which widened as I turned off onto the B roads.

"I need to tell you that I don't do this often," I said.

"Do what?"

"Pick up girls and take them off into the deserted countryside."

"You seem pretty good at it though, you managed to convince me to go with you."

"I still have no idea how I managed that," I confessed. "I'm attributing it to sheer, dumb luck."

"It must have been your smile," she mused. 

"I've been told it's a nice one."

"Oh, it is."

I smiled.

"See?" she laughed at me. "I'd call it devilish, but you've been very well behaved. I just hope I'm not mistaken about you."

"I'm an open book," I said, as I navigated us down a narrow track. "Very easy to read. No subtleties."

"I find that hard to believe," she observed.

"Well, ok. But I'm not dark or dangerous."

"What is it that you do, anyway?" she asked.

"Do you want the Jamie version or the English version?"

"Lets try the Jamie version," she said, grinning at me.

"I work in a small office near Angel in London, where I slavishly obey the random demands of a department of sentient orangutans."

She laughed. "Let me guess. Marketing?"

"Close, but no. I'm a business analyst for an online publishing corporation."

"Ah," she smirked. "A trendy little suit-wearing London lad. Or are you a hipster?"

"Do I look like a hipster?" I asked her.

"Looks can be deceiving. I, for example, look like a girl. But I'm actually a man-eating dragon."

I looked at her.

"Rawr," she said, eyes wide.

I started laughing so hard that I had to pull over. Meg was literally crying next to me. "Oh god, if you could see your face!"

-

We parked in a muddy verge, and grabbed our packs. I bundled the hiking stove and my canteen set into the bottom of my bag and tied my waterproofs to the back. "It's cold, I'm sure we'll like hot chocolate when we stop," I answered Meg's unspoken question.

"Hot chocolate while hiking. Luxury."

"Be prepared," I answered. "It's a motto that's served me well - occasionally."

"Boy scout," she teased. 

We opened a gate in the hedgerow, and stepped through after checking for livestock. I closed it behind us."Let me just make sure we can find the car again." I pulled out my phone, and took a GPS fix. I looked at my dad's map that I'd packed as an afterthought. "There's a hill about four miles to the north of us that looks like it could give us a good first point," I said. 

"You're very organised," she observed. "I just wander off and see where I wind up."

"I'd do that if it was just me. But I won't risk you."

I blushed, suddenly realising what I'd said, but Meg just laughed. "You're sweet. I don't need protecting, but you're sweet. Plus... it's Buckinghamshire, not the Rockies. What could happen out here?"

I ducked my head, then laughed helplessly. We set off along the verge of the field, it would make explaining ourselves easier if we didn't cross farmland directly but rather stuck to the borders of it. A gentle breeze had sprung up, and the grey overcast had lowered slightly, but the ceiling was still high. We walked in silence for a while, both busy with our own thoughts.

"What made you come to Buckinghamshire?" I asked her after a few minute's silence.

"I was doing search engine optimisation, and there was a contract role going in Milton Keynes, but the role didn't turn out to be what was advertised," she answered.

"Wow. I would not have pegged you as a geek," I said. 

"As I said, looks can be deceiving."

"I admit to being deceived. I'd have put you down as still a student, or at least as someone who'd just begun working."

"I'm twenty five, so I guess I'll take it as a compliment."

"Please," I answered. "I didn't mean it as an insult, but rather just as a genuine compliment. You look younger."

"Ok," she answered, amused. "But now you're on the spot. How old are you?"

"Twenty eight. I know I look haggard, but that washes off."

"You don't look haggard," she said, "just weather-beaten. And you look like you'll age well."

"Thanks... I think."

"Oh, you know what I mean," she laughed. "Some men age well. I think you will."

I thought it better to say nothing in return, but I couldn't help smiling.

-

The wind had picked up a bit, and Meg had pulled on her fleece hat and a thin pair of gloves. We crested the hill, and I took the chance to catch my breath and look around.

"That weather to the west looks grim," Meg observed.

I squinted. "Yeah, it's pretty dark out that way. What do you think?"

"I'd say let's chance it. I'm enjoying being outdoors. And the company is nice."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"You haven't tried to kill me even once, yet," she grinned.

"Is that a problem in Devon?" I retorted.

"More than you might think," she observed quietly. "I grew up in a town that had a bar girl disappear, they found her a month later, buried in the woods."

"Well, that put a morbid tone on the day," I said.

"Sorry... it's just a thing I think about. But Buckinghamshire is a lot less strange than Devon and Cornwall. And I'm pretty sure you're what you seem, despite hanging out in bars picking up loose women."

"I've never picked up a loose woman in my life," I replied. "But I make no apologies for managing to lure you out with me."

"Don't," she agreed. "I'm glad I took the chance. You're..."

"I'm what?"

"You're easy to talk to. And you make me laugh. What you said the other night? It holds for me too. It's been a long while since anyone smiled at me like you do."

I shook my head, disbelieving. 

"It's true," she said.

We sank into silence again, and I saw her hunch slightly against the wind.

"You getting cold?"

"A bit," she answered.

"If we get down off the crest, it will be a bit warmer. I can make us hot chocolate."

"I would love a cup," she answered.

We moved downslope, and found several small granite rocks that formed a bit of a sheltered nook. Some old coals indicated that someone else had also used this spot to shelter, and I took that as a good sign. I set up the camping stove, put my canteen on top of it, and filled it with water from my old Thermos, which was no longer warm but was at least above air temperature. I set out my tin mug and the Thermos lid, scooped some powder into both, and set them aside. Then I sat down alongside Meg.

"Boy scout," she teased me.

"Don't knock it, you're benefiting from my foresight," I returned.

"I'm not complaining. Brr. It's colder than a witch's tit all of a sudden."

She wasn't exaggerating. It had definitely cooled down, and the horizon was obscured. "That looks like it could be rain," she said.

"Could be. It's moving across our front, so we should be ok for a bit." I eyed the stove. Suddenly, I felt her pressed up against me.

"Sorry," she said. "Using you as a blanket. I should have brought warmer clothes."

"Don't apologise, I don't mind," I answered. We sat for a while, in companionable silence, while I marvelled at the gentle pressure of her leg and shoulder again mine, and I realised that I would have a problem if I had to stand up at any stage. To cover my embarrasment, I poured our hot chocolate and handed her the tin mug. "Cheers," I said. 

"Health, wealth and happiness," she answered. She took a sip. "Nice. Hot. More." 

I laughed. "Tell me the truth. You escaped from Bedlam, didn't you?"

"What gave me away?"

I looked at her, at the faint freckles standing out against her wind-chilled skin, and at the strands of hair that had escaped her beanie.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, quietly.

"That's dangerous ground," I murmured.

"Dangerous animals?" she asked.

"More like treacherous terrain."

She smiled, leaning her head forward on her knees. "This is nice, Jamie. Thank you for bringing me up here. It's nice having someone fun to share a nice day with."

"That goes for both of us, then."

-

The weather continued to lower, and a few wet blats of rain jerked us out of our reverie. I packed up the stove and mugs, and then handed Meg my rain jacket.

"It's going to piss down shortly, I think," I said. "I should be ok, but I don't know if your fleece will stay dry in a downpour."

"I'd argue, but I'm afraid you're right about that," she said. "Let's get moving, cold is one thing but cold and wet makes Meg a sad snowflake."

We shouldered our packs, and started retracing our steps. We crested the slope into the teeth of a strong, cold breeze, but then dropped out of it again on the far side. Light rain began to fall, and our path grew wetter and muddier.

Meg was walking in front of me, and I will freely confess that I was kept warm more by the view of her than the kit that I was wearing. We splashed through some puddles and had to cross one new stream, but she walked without complaint, merely checking behind her frequently to ensure I was still there.

We stopped for shelter under a large oak as a squall blew through, and she laughed at how wet I was. I grinned sheepishly. "You got the weather-beaten part of it right," I said.

"I'm a good judge of character," she returned, with a smirk. "You sure you're not getting cold, Jamie?"

"All good," I answered. "It's not that bad, and the walk is keeping me warm."

"How far do you think we have left?"

"Can't be more than a mile or two. Let me check the GPS."

I pulled it out, and Meg spread her jacket out to shelter it. "Yeah, about a mile or so..." I said, looking up. I lost my train of thought at that, having her so close overrode my higher functions.

"Stop looking at me that way," she said softly, flushing.

"I can't help it," I replied, quietly. "You're beautiful."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she murmured, looking aside, then darting her eyes back to me.

"Lies, all lies. Whoever told you that sold you a bridge."

She shook her head, but the smile stayed. "Come, it's raining. We need to get back to your Landy."

We set off, trying to keep under cover as much as we could, though in my case it made scant difference any more - I was totally drenched. Meg looked like she was at least still partly dry. We got lost once or twice due to the poor visibility, but the GPS at least gave us an indication of where we needed to go, and so eventually we found the lane and the Landrover. I took the jacket from Meg as I opened the door for her, then dumped our bags into the back and scrambled into the driver's side. 

We looked at eachother and laughed. I could feel water pooling under me on the seat. Meg scrubbed her face dry with her sleeves. "Jamie, I'm all wet."

"Sorry," I said. "That was supposed to be a gentle, fun hike."

"It was fun!" she said. "I'm not that wet really, and I really enjoyed being outside. But you're soaked!"

"One of the benefits of an old car," I said, "especially this one, is that a little bit of rain doesn't matter. There are drainage holes in the floor."

"Uh huh," she said. "Have you had to use them before?"

"I got stuck in a river once, for a bit. It was amusing. They worked then, they should work now." I turned the Landy on, put her into gear, and turned us around for home. We drove back up the green lane, and once or twice had to use the off-road capabilities of the car to bypass mud patches that had formed in the rain.

"Useful car, this. My dad had one long ago, but he never took it off-road with me in it," she observed.

"I bought this on a whim; I wanted to have an impractical outdoor car for London, and use it to imply I was an outdoorsy type."

"How'd that work out for you?"

"Not very well," I admitted sheepishly. "I didn't use it to go outdoors much. London's tough that way."

"Well, this makes up for it a bit, I think," she said, sliding lower in her seat. "Turn the heater up a bit more, would you?"

I reached over and cranked it up all the way, and then eased us around another car in the lane. "It's not that far back to town, so you should be good till we're home."

-

We turned into the Black Dog, and I helped Meg grab her kit. She looked at me speculatively. "Listen, I wouldn't normally do this, but... my flat is just behind the pub. Come up and at least dry yourself off."

"My kingdom for a towel," I quipped, and she smiled. "Come. Hurry, before we both get wet." She thought for a moment. "Make that wetter."

She set off and I followed her, around the back of the Black Dog and into the next street. Meg led me up to the door of a relatively modern two-story block of flats and tagged us in at the electronic lock. "This way. Excuse the mess, please," she said quietly as she opened a cupboard. "It's very much a work in progress." 




Megan



"Where can I put your bag?"

"Just dump it in the bathroom. I'll deal with it later."

She walked past, and handed me a towel with a smile. "I'll put the kettle on," she offered.

"You're a life saver, Meg."

"Haven't heard that one before," she laughed. 

I towelled my hair and face dry. "I can't do much about my clothes," I said. "I've got a spare top I can put on but I hope your furniture's wooden."

"It's not mine, so knock yourself out," she called from elsewhere in the flat. I pulled off my top and vest, and quickly dried myself off, before pulling my spare fleece on. I tried as hard as I could to dry my pants, but they were a lost cause. I'd just put the towel into what was clearly a laundry basket when Meg returned. I tried not to stare.

"Hope you don't mind," she said, "this is my day off lurk outfit."

I muttered something, still quite distracted by the sight of her in a vest, yoga pants and fluffy pink socks. I could not believe how shapely she was, or the fact that she was so evidently unselfconscious about it. She walked over to her kettle, and I couldn't help but watch her legs.

"White or black?" she asked, and I came back to where I was.

"White, please. No sugar though."

"Good, can't stand the stuff," she agreed. She brewed us both a cup of coffee, and put mine down on the table. "Welcome to Castle Meg, traveller," she said, sitting down across from me and indicating the empty chair.

I took the seat. "Thank you for the towel and the place out of the rain," I said. "My home isn't far but it's nice to spend more time with you."

She smiled over her cup. "I'm glad. I've enjoyed today. It's nice to know you're not a barfly."

"I was worried about giving that impression," I said. "You must get lots of attention there."

"You could say that," she sighed. "It's not that I mind it. It's just that... sometimes, you know, you just want to do your job, and go home, and get on with your life?"

"I know what you mean." I took a sip of my coffee. "Not that I have any experience in the matter, you understand."

"Oh come on," she laughed. "You're good looking, you must have girls all over you."

"No, you must mean Bob, my handsome twin. Girls are all over Bob. As for me, though... you're the first person to ever call me good looking."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"God's own truth."

She sat back in her chair. "Well. In that case, take it from me. You're handsome. You're sweet. And you're definitely easy on the eyes." She leered at me.

I smiled at her. "Flattery will get you nowhere, I am wise to your mischief."

She whistled innocently, then put her cup aside and stretched. I kept iron control and did not watch her breasts, even though the fabric of her shirt pulled tight across them. The white lace strap of her bra showed briefly on her left shoulder.

"I have no idea what to do with myself for the rest of the day now," she complained.

"What would you usually do on a day like today?" I asked.

"Probably spend it watching movies and eating junk food," she answered.

"Well, there you are then. Movies and junk food sounds like a great way to spend the day."

She grinned at me. "Are you in?"

"If I'm invited?" I asked, hopeful.

"You are," she said. "So long as you behave."

"I am exceptionally well-behaved," I declared. "People in other countries write to me, frequently, desiring my expertise and advice on the art of good behaviour. I was gifted a small Dacha outside Vladivostok for my efforts to better the behaviour of Comrades Pushkin and Brezhnev."

"Idiot," she laughed. 

-

We sat, somewhat awkwardly, on her couch. I was extremely aware of her, so much so that the movie we were watching provided nothing more than an occasionally annoying backdrop that I stared at while my body craved her. I could smell her still damp hair, and hear the soft hiss of the blanket on her skin as she moved her arms. I snuck looks at her, and she appeared as distracted as I was. 

I reached down to the bowl that lay between us for a chip, and ate it. She did the same. I reached down again, and took another chip, and ate it. She did the same again. She was grinning, she'd turned her head slightly to watch me. I reached down as if to take another chip, and she snatched it out from under my hand, laughing with glee as she pulled it out of reach.

"Give me that," I protested, as I mock-grabbed for it. She squealed, and leaned back way from me. I reached over and flailed at it, and she wriggled further out of my way, but as she did so I made one last lunge for the prize.

Suddenly, at the same moment we realised that I was lying on top of her. I could feel her hip pressed up against my belly, firm and warm.I froze, and she looked at up me, inscrutable. Then, slowly, maliciously, she brought her hand to her mouth and ate the chip, right there in front of me.

I laughed. I couldn't do anything else, and she did the same. "Mine!" she wheezed, after swallowing. I pushed myself up and off her, and then offered her my hand to pull her up. She took it, and I gently levered her upright. She glanced at me, seemed to consider something as she tucked her stray hair back, then moved the bowl out from between us. Slowly she slid over closer towards me, closing the gap between us until she pressed up against me as she had back on the hill.

"You're very quiet all of a sudden," she said, after a brief silence. Her thigh was warm, and I felt a driving urge to put my arm around her.

"I'm sitting next to a beautiful girl. After an awesome morning. I have no idea how I ended up here. So I'm desperately trying not to do something stupid," I said. 

"Do you often do stupid things?" she said, as she squeezed her leg against mine.

"More often than not, recently," I said, trying to keep my voice level, and failing.

"You're really warm," she said quietly. "It must be nice."

"It has its moments," I managed. She looked at me a moment longer, then leaned her head against my shoulder. I felt her cool fingers find mine.

I sat, listening to her breathe, feeling her against me, conscious of the weird tightness in my chest and the ache in my groin.

"I don't want you to think that this is something I do, often," she said quietly. "In fact, it's not. I never do this. I haven't worked out why I'm doing it with you. I don't know if it's wise. It may be very unwise. I'm babbling."

"I don't mind. Your voice is lovely. I could listen to it nonstop."

"Shush, Meg is talking." she said. "Listen, Jamie, I don't know what it is... but you're so easy to be open with. I don't get that with many people. Don't abuse it."

I sighed. "Meg, I've known you three days. And in those three days I have not stopped thinking about you. I like you. I like you a lot. Today's walk has been the best thing I've experienced in more months than I care to think about right now."

I turned to look down at her, at the small smile, the faint blush on her cheeks.

"I'm glad I came home," I said, quietly. "Whatever this is, I'm glad for it."

She looked up at me briefly, but said nothing. And I answered her with the same silence, but when I took a chance and wrapped my arm her, she crawled in closer, and I was glad.

-

"I remember nothing of that film," she said, as we sat across from eachother at her table. The forecast rain was now pelting down outside, making it pointless to think of going anywhere else at present. So we sat and nursed our coffees, and I watched her as much as I felt was polite. And I thought I caught her watching me sometimes. We stepped gently around the tension between us. I wanted to touch her, to kiss her, but I didn't dare.

"What film?" I joked. 

She smiled. "I feel like that too, to be fair. It's a pity, it's supposed to be quite good."

"I enjoyed my own show far more," I said quietly.

She sipped her coffee, and we listened to the rain.

"What is it that you are looking for?"

"Ideally, or pragmatically?" I hedged.

She smiled a small smile. "Pragmatically."

"A chance to see you again."

"You're aiming low," she said.

"You said you wanted a pragmatic response."

"Mm. Ok, I'll humour you. What's the ideal?"

"I need to whisper it, so you'll have to come closer," I said.

"Why a whisper?"

"You always whisper secrets."

Her mouth crooked into a grin, and she leaned forward over the table. I bent to meet her, and I took the biggest risk of my life by planting the lightest of gossamer kisses on her lips.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and I sat back in my chair. 

"Well," she said breathlessly, "I wasn't expecting that. That's quite a secret. How long have you been holding onto it?"

"Honestly? Since that first morning when you blew past me on the bicycle."

"You make up your mind quickly."

"Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith."

She stood up, and dragged her chair around the table. She straddled it, resting her arms on the back, and looked at me.

"What?" I said, suspiciously.

"Wondering if I dare."

"Dare to?"

She reached out, stroking a finger down my jaw. "Take a leap of faith of my own." She took a deep breath. "This is crazy. I hardly know you."

"I hope I'll get a chance to change that."

"Mm. Odds are you will," she said. She watched me a brief moment longer. I gently placed my hand on her knee, and she shivered. "Cold, Meg?"

"Always."

I stood, took her hand, and pulled her gently to her feet, and from there into my arms, and it was all I'd imagined it would be. I felt my heart thumping, and heard her take a shaky breath as she wrapped her arms around me and burrowed in. She was almost my height, and it took very little effort for me to kiss her again. Slowly, I felt her relax, slowly she melted against me, shivering slightly. When I broke off to breathe, she sighed out against my chest, and tucked her head under my chin.

-

We'd moved back to the couch. I lay, holding her, listening to her breathing, unable to believe how happy the sound made me. Her head was pillowed on my arm, her back pressed against my belly, and my legs curled in behind hers. Rain beaded and spattered against the glass. Her hands were cool on the arm I had wrapped around her midriff, and I could feel each breath she took as if it were my own.

I felt her shift her hips slightly, and she sighed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

"I'm enjoying this. Your arms are really comfortable on me."

"Mm," I agreed. "You fit me perfectly."

She shifted, pushing back slightly against me, and I watched the goosebumps form on the skin of the nape of her neck as my breath curled over it. I tried to ignore how hard I was, but there was no way for me to disguise it from her given how I was holding her. She hadn't commented, nor given any overt signal, but I knew she was aware of me.

She shifted again, then suddenly rolled over, first onto her back, and then onto her side, facing me. The soft swell of her breast was warm on my arm, and she tucked her nose into my neck, crawling in close. Her belly pressed hard against my groin, and my penis twitched involuntarily. I heard her laugh softly.

"Sorry," I breathed. 

"Don't apologise. It's a natural reaction."

"It makes it a bit awkward is all."

"Why?" she asked, breathing the words into my chest.

"Convention, I guess," I answered after a while.

"Your body is just being honest about what you want," she demurred.

"Part of it, perhaps. But it's the proximity to you... all of you, that I want."

She was quiet for a while. Then, almost inaudibly, "Why?"

"Because you make me smile. Because I've laughed more today than I have in the last year. Because I haven't wanted anyone for a long time. Not until I saw you."

"Liar," she murmured. I could feel the grin. She nipped gently against my neck.

"Scout's honour," I breathed.

She lay still for a while, then I felt her hand on my hip, and she pulled me against her. I heard a slightly catch in her breath as she ground herself against me.

"You do want me, don't you," she breathed.

"Yes." It was pointless to try to deny it.

"You'll have to convince me why I should let you want me."

I pulled back slightly, to look down at her. She opened her eyes, tilting her head slightly, watching me.

"Remember, this is your fault," I said. She snorted, amused, and I took a deep breath.

"I was running up a mountain," I began.

"Hill," she corrected me.

"Mountain, when an incredibly hot, jaw-droppingly good-looking girl shot past me like a dervish on a bike, and gave me in passing a grin that stopped me in my tracks. I hadn't been grinned at by a pretty girl since the age of the dinosaurs, so gosh was I ever curious to find her."

"Describe this girl," she said, settling down.

"Tall. Slender. Lovely, heart-stopping, follow aimlessly across a street to be flattened by a bus figure, the kind that inspires sculptors to carve it in marble. Beautiful calves and legs and shoulders and neck. Eyes like... eyes like sparkling rain out of a sunny sky. A grin that speaks of secrets, of deep still water under wooded mountains."

She laughed at that, and I blushed. "Are you quoting Tolkein at me?"

"Shush. No. This is my own work. Lets see. Her hair... her hair is like bronze waves under the midday sun. Her arms are slender and graceful homage to the caryatids that graced the temple of Athena on the Acropolis. And she's got the raw sex appeal of a furnace hidden behind a dark door, so that the light only shines out when she lets it open."

Meg said nothing, just watched me.

"I don't know why I'm doing this," I said quietly. "I don't do casual. The last thing I can afford right now is a fling. I've fallen for you, hard. If you can deal with that, if you can take the leap of faith with me to see where this goes, you will make me the happiest man in England."

"I don't do casual either," she murmured. "You do things to me I never expected." She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Jamie, I got out of a bad relationship. That's why I came here from the west. Serious poison apple stuff. I'm not over it, and I won't be for a while. This is your out. I really, really..." she continued, voice softening, "Really... like you. It's candy floss and puppy stuff. You are so gentle, so funny... you need to stop right now if you are not certain about what you're getting into."

"I have never been wise," I said quietly, and I pulled her hard against me. Her lips tasted of salt, and my heart thudded hard. She rolled over, partly on top of me, her breasts firm against me and one thigh pushed hard against me. I lifted my right knee, and she slipped it between her thighs. 

I pressed against her, and felt more than heard the muffled moan she let out. I trailed my left hand down over her back, under her arm, and then let my finger brush accidentally against the side of her right breast. She shivered and bit my lip. "Naughty," she whispered, as she slowly pushed herself down against my leg. 

I groaned, arching slightly against her, enjoying the pressure of her on top of me. She slumped forward, half onto me, and I felt the fingers of her right hand brushing down along my chest, down to my waist, then, soft as a feather, over the line of my engorged penis. I hissed a breath out, and again my cock twitched involuntarily.

"God, Jamie, you turn me on," she murmured.

"Pot, meet kettle."

"We need to slow down."

"That would be the responsible thing to do," I said. 

"Mm. Are you hungry?"

"A bit, but it's not all that urgent right now..."

She smiled down at me. "We can pick this up again later. I need a breather or I may do something we regret." She levered herself off me, then offered me a hand up. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair in disarray; she looked utterly alive. 

Without thinking, I pulled her against me, my penis bent to one side between us, and kissed her hard, demanding. She melted into me as I dropped my hands down her back to cup the cheeks of her bottom. She ground spasmodically as I pulled her against my body, seeming unconscious of her motion, stopping only when I dared a finger around her hip to her crotch, to stroke the gentlest, most distant extremity of her sex through the thin covering of her leggings. 

Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly open, expression serious - she panted softly as she watched my face.

I pulled my hand back, self consciously adjusted myself, and was rewarded with a shy, almost girlish smile once I was done.

"You're trouble," she breathed. "Big trouble for this girl."

-

We moved companionably around Meg's small kitchenette; I fetched and carried and cleaned while she cut thin slices of bread and brie cheese, which she garnished with tomato and olive tapenade. We sat at her battered kitchen table, saying nothing, merely being. I watched rivulets of water stream on the kitchen glass, now misted slightly with condensation, and enjoyed the small movements of her shoulder and hip against mine. I held her in my arms as she washed up, and I could see her small, distracted smile reflected in the misted glass of the window. She set the last plate aside, spun, kissed me, and took my hand.

"Come," she said.

She led me past the couch, and into her small, disorganised bedroom. She kicked some laundry unselfconsciously into a corner, and then urged me down onto her bed beside her. I pulled the duvet over us, and then lay on my back with her nestled against my right side, her head pillowed on my chest and her breasts and thighs soft and warm on me.

"Thank you for lunch."

She smiled languidly. "Next time you make it and I'll hold you while you do."

"Promises, promises," I murmured.

Her eyes widened. "Truths, truths."

"I believe you," I said. "I don't know why, but I do."

"I'm very trustworthy," she said.

"And utterly delicious," I replied.

"Mm...", she said, squirming slightly against me. "This has been my best day off in a long time, Jamie."

She ran her hand gently over my chest, stopping to tease her fingertip around my hard nipple. Her eyes were languid, only party open, and the soft light darkened them to a deep blue-grey like the sea. Her hair tickled the skin on my arm, and that and the stimulation from her fingers had raised goosebumps all over me.

"What?" she said, amused, and I realised how intently I'd been watching her. I lifted my left hand, and traced the line of her jaw, then leaned in to slowly kiss her. Her lips parted, and she moved her hand around behind my left shoulder, pulling me against her. I cupped the back of her head gently, then stroked my fingers down the nape of her neck, turning my head slightly as I did so. 

Meg pulled herself half onto me again, and once again I was blessed by the feeling of her breasts pressed against me. Then she lifted her right leg over me, and rolled fully on top of me.

She broke the kiss, braced herself on her elbows, and watched me; a wicked half-grin on her face as she pushed her belly down against my groin. I arched against her, and she whimpered, pushing down harder. She lowered herself onto me, her head cupped under my chin, and I felt her fingers stroking me through my pants.

"I can't believe how hard you are." she breathed.

"You make me hard," I whispered. "Your smell, your taste, the feel of you against me. All I can think about is how much I want you. How much I want to be in you."

She lifted her face and smiled at me. "Maybe you'll get your wish..."

She pushed herself off me, and sat back, her crotch pushed hard up against mine, the duvet bunched in folds over her thighs. I squirmed against her, and was rewarded with a slight gasp as I slid my cock along her barely covered groin. 

Meg closed her eyes, and then in a slow, fluid movement, she pulled her vest up, over her head and free of herself, exposing a cute white bra dotted with small blue embroidered flowers. I reached up, then hesitated. "Go ahead," she breathed, taking my hands in hers and touching them to her breasts. 




Megan



She held them there for a heartbeat, a moment, then took a deep breath, reached behind herself, and undid the bra. She pulled it free, and for the first time I was able to see her delicate, dark nipples and areolae. I touched her, cupping her, being forceful when she took my hands in hers again and pushed them against her. I squeezed her nipples between my ring and index fingers, and watched the colour flush to her shoulders and cheeks.

Then Meg leaned forward, and put her hands on the hem of my shirt. "This house is now a designated topless area," she whispered, and I lifted my back and arms so she could strip my top off. She nudged it off the bed, then leaned forward, burrowing her arms under my shoulders and squeezing herself against me again, grinding gently along me.

"God you're gorgeous," I breathed into her ear. "I love your breasts, they're even better than I'd been imagining them."

"You've been watching me all day," she said, squirming slightly against me. "I saw you looking."

"It was torture," I answered. "Walking behind you, feeling you when you were hunting warmth, watching your top cupping your breasts, and not knowing whether I had a chance with you."

"Oh, I could have told you a thing or two," she chuckled. "It's really... interesting... to walk when I'm aroused."

"Oh really?" I asked, intrigued.

"Lets just say that once I noticed you watching me, I worked out that you wanted me, and... well, it should be pretty obvious by now that it was mutual. Let's just say I wasn't cold on the way back to the car. God, Jamie, I love your muscles, and the scent of you... it goes right down into me and presses all the buttons... oh..." 

I nibbled her neck, and she moaned softly. Slowly, I pulled her down, then rolled her onto her side and from there partly onto her. I kissed down her neck, her throat, over her left clavicle, then gently down over the small, warm, yielding globe of her left breast, stopping to take the nipple gently between my lips.

"Uh," she moaned. "Oh wow, that's awesome. Your lips are so warm."

I raised my right fingers slowly over her belly, feeling the muscles twitch, to tweak her right nipple and areola, but then lowered it slowly, hearing the intensity of her breathing change as I trailed my fingertips over the gentle curve of her hip, then down further, to the cleft between her thighs. 

Meg moaned quietly, and I felt her spread her legs slightly for me. Encouraged, I trailed my index finger over her mons, and she arched up as I caressed the thin seam of cloth that covered her.

"Can I... touch you?" I asked her.

She opened her eyes, and paused a breath or two. Then she nodded, once, fiercely. "Yes."

I needed no further offer. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her yoga pants, and briefly caressed the sheer fabric of her underwear, then slipped under those too. Meg's eyes narrowed, her neck arched back, and she whimpered, legs twitching, as my fingertip brushed over her. Her slit was soaked, moisture covered her outer lips, and her clit felt hard and slick under my digits. Her nipples dug into me as she squirmed and rocked her hips against my questing finger, driving it over and around her hood. I crooked my fingertip over her entrance, and she bucked hard against me, trying to slip me into her.

"In. In me, now," she whimpered, so I slipped my fingertip into her, my cock throbbing as she cried out at the penetration. She was tight, hot, soaked, and she slipped her own hand down to force mine harder against her as she ground against my palm. Then, as I drew my finger gently in and out of her, she withdrew her hand, placing it instead on my aching shaft. She squeezed me, squeezing and pinching her right nipple with her free hand, but then she dropped it and started fumbling at the button and drawstring of my pants.

"Wait." I pulled free of her, and then in a single movement slipped them and my underwear off me. My hard member pressed against her, and her eyes were dark and unreadable as she took it in her hands, stroking it spasmodically between her hip and palm. 

"So nice, so hard," she whimpered. "Oh fuck, Jamie...," she added as I slipped a finger back into her and curled it hard against front wall of her entrance. I kissed her nipples, then, intent, started to stroke her, slowly, languidly, slipping almost frictionlessly over the hood of her clit. She lost her rhythm on my cock, holding it almost as a safety hold as I teased her.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..."

I kissed down further, tasting her sweat, and then shifted so I could kiss her belly. She lifted her bum off the bed. "Take my pants off," she begged, and I released her briefly in order to slip them down her long, shapely legs. 

For a minute, my heart stopped. A small, symmetrical landing strip of short, curly brown hair lead to her perfect sex. Her lips glistened, framing her small, firm clit and inner lips in a velvety vee of skin. I could smell the scent of her musk, and I gently lowered my mouth to her. I kissed her - her mons, and then further down to her lips. Her thighs tightened on me, then relaxed as she overcame the reflex, and I slowly slipped first one, then two fingers into her to my knuckles. Deftly, light as a feather, I began to lick her.

I could feel her legs trembling under me, but I really had very little attention to spare for anything but the taste of her. Musky, almost sweet, slick, her lips a soft, delicious texture that made my cock ache with need. Her clit was firm under my tongue, engorged and easy to nibble between my lips - something I could tell she enjoyed by the way her legs would tremble. 

I shifted again, then broke free, climbing over her right leg so I was between her thighs, never removing my finger from her. She groaned and writhed, and I voyeuristically watched the inner pink of her body spread over my finger with each stroke I gave her. Then she wailed, almost despairingly, as I put my lips to her clit, and used my ring finger and thumb to spread her further. 

"Oh... oh god... Jamie... I'm..."

I could feel her muscles tensing, and I knew she was close. I crooked my fingers over inside her, feeling the firm pad on front wall of her vagina. She clawed spasmodically at the sheets, and the nails of her left hand dug painfully into my scalp as she began to convulse with the beginnings of a titanic orgasm. Meg bucked, writhed, and cried out, arching hard and grinding against my mouth. 

She let go of the sheet, and used both hands to push me hard against her as she arched, shivering as my tongue penetrated her, riding waves of convulsions till her orgasm diminished and she slumped backwards, panting.

I slowly kissed up from her pussy, over her stomach, sternum, chin, and she tangled fingers in my hair to hold me still and kiss me, making a small noise of desire at the taste of herself on my lips. My cock head ached with my need for her, and after a moment of it throbbing against her inner thigh she shifted so I could feel her soaked labia caressing it with every spasmodic movement it made. I could feel the heat of her on my glans, and it would have taken the smallest shift of my hips to enter her.

But I didn't put it in her then, as much as I burned for her. Instead, I climbed slowly back over her leg, slipped my left arm under her, and gathered her in to me.

-

"Are you ok?" I asked her. She lay, curled hard against me, arms crossed over her chest, head tucked under my chin.

"Aftershocks," she whispered, with a catch in her breath. "Haven't had anything that intense in so long."

"I meant... are you ok?"

She nodded, and sniffed. "Don't mind me, Jamie. That was awesome. I just had so much stress inside me that it's... it's kind of overwhelming to have it come out all at once, you know?"

I squeezed her against me, and she nuzzled in closer. Then she raised herself onto her right elbow and looked down at me. She smiled a small, brave smile.

"You're fucked now," she whispered. "Now I know how delicious your tongue is... god, where did you learn how to do that? Nobody's ever made me come like that."

"If it's been as long for you as it's been for me," I murmured, "I don't think it was anything to do with my appendages."

"Mm... I like that word. Appendages."

Her left hand snaked down to my cock, and she looked down it at briefly as she stroked. "I really like your penis. It's a lovely shape."

"I really like your pussy," I returned. "And your lips. And the way your clit feels... God, I could lick you all day."

She raised an eyebrow. "I may ask you to prove that to me... but not right now. Right now I've had entrées and I want the main course."

She leaned in to kiss me, then as I had done trailed kisses and small nips down my chest. My breathing became shallower and I watched the hair fall in waves, obscuring her face and mouth as she trailed a tongue down along my shaft.

"God, you're hot" I gasped. 

I heard her laugh deep in her throat, then I lost my train of thought as she slowly took the head of my cock into her mouth. She held me there, tasting me, tonguing my glans, absorbing the almost unintentional thrusts I gave, before she released me, and sat up straight. She freed herself finally from the yoga pants and socks that still clung to her ankles, then threw her left leg over me, holding my cock against her belly as she positioned herself. 

She lifted herself, and I raised my hands to hold her hips as she positioned me at her entrance. I stole a look at her lips, spread over my cock head, glistening. Then I looked up, meeting her eyes. Staring at me, daring me to move, she slid in small, slight increments down on to me, until her lips pressed against my groin and my shaft was sunk deep into her.

"Oh god," we moaned in unison, and my toes and knees popped as I strained to push deeper still into her. She bit her lip hard, and gave a strangled cry as she lifted herself and then dropped again, impaling herself with me.

"Christ, Jamie, fuck, your cock is awesome."

I ground my crotch against hers, feeling her lips slicking over my shaft, hearing the catch in her breath as my skin brushed her clit. She began to gyrate her hips slightly, working my shaft in and out of her a few millimetres at a time, as I trailed my fingers up along her ribs to cup and hold her breasts. Then I put my hands to her shoulders, and pulled her down so that I could kiss her. 

Meg began to rock slowly back and forward on me, taking me in and out of her tight, hot body, riding my stiff cock. Three, four times she slipped me almost all out and took me back all the way, before she collapsed forward onto me, her face buried in my neck, and started to moan as I arched and began to move my own body in synchrony with her. I felt her entrance spasm once, twice on me, and she whimpered into my neck. But I needed to... ached to be deeper in her. 

I pulled out, ignoring the strangled complaint she uttered, and firmly pushed her over onto her back before clambering between her legs and mounting her, pushing my slick arched penis all the way into her body in one massive stroke. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I felt her wrap her legs around my bum as I pulled out and thrust back into her. 

My balls were slick with her juices and we were both covered in a light sheen of sweat. Meg's hair was in complete disarray and her eyes were closed, and I could see small tears on her cheeks, but she clutched at me, whispering a quiet mantra of "Harder, harder."

I felt my orgasm building as I struggled to comply with her need. Each stroke pulled my glans out of her, each return was a new penetration into her achingly tight entrance. The feel of her muscles parting over me was pushing me to the edge like a rocket sled, and I knew I was not able to control myself.

"Meg," I panted.

"I don't care. I know. I can feel. Come. In me. Want it."

"Can't... stop," I moaned.

"Don't... you... dare...pull... out..." she whimpered, and with that last command in my ears I felt my orgasm take me. I groaned, thrusting, ramming my engorged penis deep into Meg as I sprayed my come into her. I felt my body shaking, and I clawed at the bed, trying to be as deep in her as I could be, feeling my cock throbbing, slowing as my orgasm subsided. 

But then, as my cock softened slightly it triggered another orgasm for her, one which seemed to lock her muscles and stop her breath for a few seconds before she wailed out and clutched my back, grinding me against her. I could feel my balls nestled against her lips and crotch, covered in a sticky, heady mixture of semen and her own lubricants.

We lay there, me in her as our heart rates slowed to a brisk sprint.

"Holy fuck," I whispered, when I was able. I nuzzled her neck, kissing under her jaw. "Wow."

She laughed softly. "Oh god, Jamie, I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"That's tomorrow's problem," I whispered into her ear, and was rewarded with another laugh. I climbed gently off her, and she groaned as my cock slipped free of her. She slid her leg out from under me, and as I was lying down she pushed me over onto my back and straddled me, lying with head pillowed on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her, listening to her breathing.

"That was exquisite, Jamie. God, I've missed making love to someone I like."

"So you like me, then," I teased her.

"Very much," she said softly, after a pause. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Not for me, it won't," I answered. "Because you've captured me, body and soul. I don't want to leave."

"Castle Meg is a perilous place for unwary knights."

"Princess Meg is even more perilous to their hearts," I whispered.

"Princess Meg," she laughed quietly.

"Yes," I breathed, touching my lips to her forehead.

"So what now?" she asked, after a brief silence.

"Right now, or from now on?"

"From now on."

"Well," I said. "I guess this is the part where I ask you if you'd like to be my girlfriend, Megan Flemming. You know. Go on dates, eat at restaurants, see movies, go hiking, exploring new places. I'd like to have you to depend on. I'd like to be with you and see where life takes us from here. By your side."

She slipped an arm under my neck and held me. "I'd like to have you to depend on, Jamie." I heard the small, quiet sniffs she tried to hide, and felt the smile against my chest as I kissed her forehead.

"You already do," I answered. "For as long as you'll have me."



Megan



She was flaky, dangerous, and irresistible.

From the moment he saw her at the lunch, he knew three things: she'd fuck him; the sex would be incredible; and he might regret it.

He escaped lunch safely, and then the email arrived. All that he needed to do was hit the delete key.

Instead, he replied. Great to hear from you. Sure, coffee, why not?

They met. She had the free spirit that sucked middle-aged men in, despite the danger. The peasant blouse, the unadorned hands, the tight waist and slim hips. The burning desire to be youthful again.

Coffee turned to a late lunch. That turned to one of those deep, meaningful conversations. The kind that you used to have late at night in college, the kind that inevitably led to one or the other saying "please, don't leave, stay the night", the kind that always led to the bedroom.

She took him to her house, of course. Bohemian, spartan, the books of a woolgathering student and intellectual. Herbal tea. The first kiss in the kitchen, the second in the hall, the third in the living room. Sprawled on the couch, hands grasping for each other. Lips joining passionately, slightly desperately. His hands cupping her breasts, hers framing his face, then drawing his shoulders closer.

And inevitably, the clothing is no longer comfortable or convenient. She shucks off his jacket, he drags her blouse out of her skirt. Shirts open. Her skirt hikes up higher and higher. Then the couch is no longer comfortable. She stands, takes him by the hand, and heads for the inevitable bed.

One by one, pieces of clothing fall away. With only underwear, they dive under the covers. She's panting, aroused, wet between the legs. He's hard, eager, aching to consummate the tryst. Their bodies twine closer, hands stroking, lips locking, legs twisting. He feels her brush her hand over his cock, the invite to him to go further. He fingers her labia through her underwear. She reaches into his underwear and gently wraps her hand around his cock, stroking his bare shaft. He slides his hand into her panties and gently slips one finger into her honey pot. She moans into his mouth as they kiss, tongue, stroke and touch.

With one hand, he fumbles at her bra clasp, gets it open. Her breasts, revealed, press against his chest. The firm ripe breasts of a young woman, only in her 20s, compress against his chest. She releases his cock and grabs at the elastic waist of his underwear: "let's take these off"; the universal code for "I'm going to let you fuck me." He smiles, knowing that he's getting laid, knowing that in a few moments, he's going to sink his cock into a sweet, wet, pussy. He slides his finger out of her, grips her panties, and - while kissing her - starts to slide them off.

Clothing gone, they merge together. Her leg rises up over his hips and his cock slides into her crotch, probing for her hot, wet pussy. She's moaning as they rub together; he's aching to slide his hard cock into her lithe, young body. She looks into his eyes, smiles, and starts to roll onto her back. "Come on, I want you..." she whispers. He rolls with her, on top of her. Her legs rise up, around his thighs. The head of his cock slides into the groove between her legs. It's the last possible moment to turn back, but they won't. His cock is lined up at her vagina - poised, ready, rock hard. One small push would shove the head into her. Her outer labia are already spreading around the knob, lubricating it and getting it slicked up to plunge inside.

He whispers her name, asks "are you sure?" The final check that she's not changing her mind.

"I'm sure. Make love to me!"

Oh, those words...her facile delusion that this is about love. That the forty-year-old laying between her twenty-seven year old thighs is madly in love with her. That their coupling is an emotional bond, not just raging hormones.

He kisses her and pushes it forward. The head of his cock pushes through her lips, entering her pussy. He exhales in ecstasy, she purrs in lust. The shaft follows quickly behind. He thrusts, burying the entire shaft inside her. Her warm, willing body parts to accept the penetration. His cock sinks inside, slippery, wet and hard. She twists her hips, grinding her pelvis into his as he drives in all the way.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moans, "oh, that's so good..." A moment later, "you're really big..." Or deep, or hard, or some other compliment. Or "mmm, it's been a while, can you tell?" He can't, but he says "yeah" anyway.

He knows he can't possibly compete with the last guys to fuck her. The 33 year old ex boyfriend with the gym body and a younger man's stamina. The 28 year old she met at the gym and fooled around with for a couple of weeks. The local guy she picked up at a coffee shop, with the hot car, fat wallet, and big dick. He knows that this is just a lark, a one-off, just fulfilling her need for a mature man to show her some approval. He knows he's just in it for the thrill, and the idea that someone her age is willing to spread her legs for him. But at this point, he's thinking of none of that. The only thought in his head is that he's in her, he's fucking her pussy and it feels so good to bury it deep in her 27 year old body.

'Make love to me' transforms, eventually. At some point, she moans - he still has some technique - and says "oooohhhh, yeah...that's really good! Come on, harder..." He gives her more. She wants even more. "Oh, fuck me...come on, fuck me hard!"

Maybe he turns her over, slides in from behind. A little doggy puts him in the driver's seat, now he can really pound it into her. He grabs her hips, pull her back hard with each thrust. She's moaning, it feels good. He's looking down at a trim, tight, young ass and his thick, hard dick is pumping hard. Forty years old, slipping it to a girl only just out of grad school.

He turns her over again, gets a little fancy. Puts her legs on his shoulders and pushes his cock back in. A few long, hard thrusts, and she's really moaning. He whips out, pushes her up on the bed again, and climbs between her thighs. His balls are tight - they've pulled up close, and he knows he's close to ejaculating. He gently eases back in and starts stroking, fucking her pussy. He wants to unload inside her, fill her cunt with his cum and claim her. No matter what happens after, whether they fuck again or never again, he'll know that at least once, he came in her and marked her with his seed. He wants to know that this hot, wild 27-year old is walking around with a load of his sperm between her legs.

Now, the next hurdle. He takes a deep breath.

"Baby - (or honey, or sweetie, or even her actual name) -"

"I'm getting close."

Pause. Another cock thrust.

He leans down, kisses her.

"I'm gonna cum..."

She kisses him back.

And then the question he doesn't really want to ask: "you want me to pull out?"

Translation: "Please, let me stay inside. Please tell me I can shoot this load inside you..."

She smiles. "Don't pull out. Go ahead."

Bliss. Ecstasy. Incredible joy. She's giving him her pussy, and she's ready to take a load.

At this point, it's all about cumming. His cock is hard, thrusting, swollen. Hurting, almost, because he wants so badly to shoot. He'll give her a good finish, thrust a little harder, push his hips hard into hers. Maybe his cock bottoms out, maybe not. He's crashing his hips into hers, thrusting in, totally focussed on triggering a climax. Then he feels it - the tightness in his balls, the ache in his shaft that says he's gonna shoot.

"Oh, yeah, baby, here it comes..."

He pushes hard and deep, to the hilt. Holds it there, counts to three, and then feels it start. Spurts of semen rush down his shaft and shoot from the knob. He can feel the spray pulsing from the slit as he ejaculates in her tender young pussy. She smiles, purrs, and pushes her hips against his, as he spills out his load into her.

They sleep. In the morning, there is cuddling, but no repeat of the night's fucking. Just coffee and breakfast, posed smiles, offers of "another coffee". In the morning light, they both know that it was just a moment, just a fluke, just a one-night stand. But he also knows that he fucked her, filled her, and that for one night, it was like being young again. They dress, and kiss at the door. She thanks him for a great night. He thanks her likewise. And then, with a smile, lighter shoulders and a sunnier outlook, he leaves, sauntering down the street thinking he just spent the night, and spent himself, between the tender, lithe thighs of a hot 27 year old. She heads for the shower to wash him away and is already thinking about the rest of the day ahead.



Megan: A Catholic Schoolgirl



It was boring...damn it was boring. I'd been a college professor, for God's sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don't pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a conservative, full-student-uniform, old line Catholic private academy, had offered me a cool $10,000 more than Eastman City University to teach their "girls" about The Scarlet Letter and other tripe, oh excuse me, classics. So, I was bored.

Most of these girls were nice enough, maybe too nice, and not overly bright. 

They were at OLM because Mom & Dad wanted to keep them safe from boys. Naturally, while their parents paid a hefty tuition to get their girls ready for college and keep their virginities intact, the girls took every opportunity to mess around, both with boys and - oh shock, oh horror - each other. The rumor mill was constantly grinding out new salacious stories. Kirsten G had balled the football star from Cardinal O'Malley High School (better known as "Carnal & Manly"); Alicia S was in a lesbian tryst with her boyfriend's older sister, and so on. It was enough to make you laugh out loud.

And the faculty -- mostly older men, over 50 and married, or nuns & priests. There were only four of us who were under 50 and secular -- myself, Sarah Jenkins (biology), Alex Fernandez (Spanish & French), and Molly Poulan (American History). Naturally, rumors had us all linked in a variety of wild sexual relationships. Naturally, they were all, all wrong. Molly was engaged, Alex gay, and Sarah only vaguely interested. We had gone out a few times, even slept together once, but nothing came of it. Me, Dr. Fisher, I was single and lonely and horny and bored.

Until (oh you KNEW there was an "until" didn't you?) Megan Renzo walked into my English 12 class. She was a transfer from the public schools and acted like she didn't fit in. The rumor mill had it that she had been "involved" with her music teacher and that the scandal got him fired and her packed off to OLM. Her Daddy was a lawyer and filthy rich, so Megan got in without passing an entrance examination and with the understanding that she would sail through OLM and get shipped off to a nice catholic girls college where she would stay to earn her Mrs.-degree. She had every likelihood to be trouble for us, and she knew it.

*****

The first day she walked in, flouncing her blonde, shoulder length hair, she behaved fairly well. We were studying Chaucer (The Nun's Priest's Tale -- safe and boring). She knew it already and impressed me with her knowledge. A short essay question on the symbolism of the story produced the usual dreck, except for hers. 

She explained the symbolism and went on to tie it to the Miller's Tale of "handy Nikolas" -- she made sure she pointed out that she knew the meaning of "to swyve" (it's in the Oxford English Dictionary -- you can look it up). She got the A she was looking for, and a note that I was impressed with her prior knowledge. 

The day after I returned the short essay, her dress was a bit more provocative. Her skirt was an inch shorter than regulation length (2" above the knees) and her blouse (starched white cotton) was open an extra button or two. 

These alterations nicely showed off her well-developed legs and her very nice breasts. They looked like a good handful to me...firm and melon-shaped, maybe 36B's? Megan strolled to the back of the lecture hall, the top row of a tier of 3 rows of desks. This put her about 24" above floor level. I had noticed my first day there that the top row was prime "viewing" territory when I sat at my desk in front of the class. 

If a girl inadvertently (or advertently) spread her legs just enough, you could see her panties. I had only caught the briefest glimpse of white cotton panties during the course of two years at OLM, but I looked occasionally, just in case.

Naturally, Megan was my newest "viewing target." And she didn't disappoint. The second hour of the two hour class (the last of the day) was usually given over to reading an essay and responding to it in writing. It was quiet time, designed to let the instructor catch up on paperwork. As the twelve girls in the class wrote, I graded. 

Today, I was deeply involved in grading some 11th year essays, when I sensed a disturbance. I looked up, but no one was out-of-place. I scanned the room and met Megan's eyes. She winked and sucked on the end of her pen. I glanced lower and sure enough, she was flashing me. I looked for her pretty white panties and was greeted by...nothing. I blinked twice and looked closer...no panties. I glanced up, blushing. She smiled again and licked her lips. I looked down again. 

She had spread her legs further and I could see, dimly, a naked pussy...with just a hint of blonde bush on it. I'm sure I stared forever (or at least 30 seconds) before breaking my vision away and trying to get back to work.

That proved nearly impossible, for my cock was straining my pants. I glanced down at my papers, then around the room. The other girls kept working. When I looked back at Megan, her legs were together, her head bowed, her pen working. As the bell rang, the girls handed in their writing and all left. I managed to say good-bye to them, but did not get up from the desk. As soon as my cock had softened, I packed up and left. When I got home, I masturbated, twice; thinking of the "show" Megan had given me.

*****

This went on for more than a week. Megan would come to class, quiet & demure, gracefully breaking the dress code (the skirts grew shorter until they were 4" above the knees -- as far as anyone dared go before Sister Mary Chrysostym, the Principal, would strike them dead) and the blouse was open two buttons. Three times, Megan came to my desk for help, bending over each time to let me see her breasts. The first two times she had a bra on. But the third day, she wore the school blazer to class and then hung it over the back of her chair. And when she came up for help, I looked straight down at naked breasts, the nipples long and hard.

Each day, the show changed slightly. One day, panties (of various colors), the next, I swear it was a thong...at least her ass seemed naked under the skirt, but the pussy shot was of red silk. Then came the Friday. She strolled into class, her skirt hiked up, her blouse open as usual, with a very sly smile on her face. The class had a major test on Chaucer -- two essays in two hours -- and as they all concentrated and flipped through their notes, Megan gave me the "show". 

She flashed her naked pussy as me and kept her legs spread wide the whole time. I watched, glancing over the class, moving around the rows, helping out (as my half-hard cock fought to grow longer and harder). Megan called me over twice. The first time, she sat back and let me see her thighs and her nipples...hard as rocks. The second time, it was leaning forward, a third button undone, and her breasts utterly visible. She brushed her hand against mine. Instant erection. I went back to my desk, quietly cursing her as a teasing little slut.

When I sat, I looked up. Megan had slipped a hand under her skirt and was playing with herself. As I watched (and no one else saw) she dipped a finger into her pussy then brought it to her lips and sucked it clean. I nearly came as she licked her lips, smiled, and went back to work. I was both horny and angry. She was of course quite deliberately provoking me and enjoying it. I decided to take action.

*****

Over the weekend, I put together a gym bag that then went to school with me on Monday. All week long, I watched and waited. The tease went on, except that, instead of going home and jerking off, I waited, bided my time, until she provoked me totally. Thursday, she presented the naked pussy shot again, idly "scratched her itch" for me to see. After she licked her finger clean again, then winked and licked her full red lips, I told her to stay after class. She looked shocked, even appalled, but stayed seated after class, nevertheless.

After the rest of the girls were gone I told her that her behavior was not what I expected from a good catholic girl and that we had to deal with it appropriately. I was in deadly earnest and she looked on the verge of tears. I had her sit and work on an extra-credit worksheet on Chaucer for nearly 45 minutes, until I knew that everyone was gone from school. Then I locked the door and lowered the drapes on the windows and the door (thank god for "blackout" curtains). Then I walked back to her and ordered her to stand.

When she rose, I looked at her chair. As I suspected, the fear of punishment had aroused her. She had already been damp when she fingered her pussy and teased her clit. Now after almost an hour of anticipation, she was flowing. Her seat had a small puddle in it. "Clean that up," I growled softly. She reached for her purse to get a tissue, but I took her hands and whispered, "No, Megan, clean it with your tongue."

She turned on me in disgust and horror, and started to speak. But something in my eyes must have stopped her, because she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear her, "Yes, Dr. Fisher." And she knelt by her seat and leaned over it. Her tongue darted out and she lapped her own juices from the chair seat. As she did this, her skirt rode up and I saw that perfect ass at last. The cheeks were round and firmed and ripe. I watched them flex as she moved to lick up more, and I could no more stop myself than stop an earthquake. My hand struck out and I began spanking her.

With each sharp blow her ass rebounded. At first, she screamed in surprise, then she grew silent, then she begged me to stop. When I continued her spanking, she moaned. Her head fell onto the seat of the chair and stayed there. I struck her until her asscheeks glowed red and her tears seemed to flow perpetually. When I stopped she licked the tars from the chair, then rose, back straight, and turned to face me. She looked up into my eyes and I saw her lust there. She was afraid of me now, but also turned completely on. Her vision dropped to my bulging crotch and she licked her lips. She reached out and touched my dress pants, then slowly unzipped them. "Dr. Fisher," she whispered in her best little girl voice, "I'm soooo sorry for teasing you. Let me make it up to you."

And she sucked me...little Catholic schoolgirl in her uniform, her ass red, her eyes red, her lips red, and her mouth. Warm and buttery, her mouth moved on my hardness, urging me to cum. I wound my fingers in her hair and kept them there, guiding her mouth on me. I reached the back of her mouth and she opened further, letting me into her throat. Her nails were dragging across my scrotum and I knew I would explode any moment. I concentrated as hard as I could and stopped her by pulling hard on her blond waves. She opened her mouth to scream and I extracted my cock.

"Open your blouse, Megan," I ordered as she looked up at me again. "Let me see them." She unbuttoned the final three buttons and exposed the tits I'd fantasized about. They were better than I'd suspected. I walked to my desk and opened the bag. Reaching in, I found the toys I'd brought and returned to her. I took the tiny silver chains, slid the wire closures open, and fixed them on her nipples, drawing the wire loops tight enough to make her groan. As I looked down at her, I knew that she was mine. She smiled through her tears, then rose to her feet and turned. She dropped her skirt and blouse to the floor and walked to my desk. There she leaned over and presented her open cunt to my view.

I moved to her and took her hips in my hands. And for the first time, I fucked her. As I pistoned into her, my balls slapped at her clit. She began to chant in time to my thrusts, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!" 

Her cries built as I hammered home. Her pussy was soaked, but oh so tight and hot. With each thrust, I brought a bare hand down on her already red asscheeks. 

And as I spanked and fucked Megan, I felt it build in me. She was cumming, moaning and clawing at the desk top. And I was so close...so close...and then I exploded, filling her tight little pussy with my week's worth of cum.

She dropped back to her knees and cleaned me, wiping my cockhead on her face, taking the dripping juices from it with her fingers and tongue. She smiled up at me, her face alight with passion and gleaming with her juices and my cum. Then she rose and dressed. As she went out, she giggled, "Can we do detention next week, too, Dr. Fisher?"



Megan and Alex



This is my first story. It might be horrible and cliche, but please enjoy it and let me know what you think.

*****

Megan hadn't seen her brother in almost three months. He'd been gone at a camp a few states away, which was something he did every year. He was a camp counselor and a very popular one at that—he always had postcards and letters sent back to his apartment in the fall from his favorite campers and he even wore a stack of handmade friendship bracelets year-round. 

But today, Alex was headed back home. He would be full of stories and wild tales of what kids he had watched and what his fellow counselors did on their days off. This was his fourth year in a row at the camp and Megan had learned that first summer that camp counselors were the wildest crew to hang out with.

Megan was excited, she was very close with her brother. He was only a year older than her and would be turning twenty-one in just a few weeks. She was nineteen and had just finished her first year at college and had enjoyed her summer as a nanny and spending time at the pool. 

She couldn't wait to see Alex and so when it was time to pick him up from the airport, she volunteered to drive and promised her parent's that they'd meet up later for dinner. She picked her favorite dress—a dark blue low cut dress with lace paneling which hugged her curves and made her tan pop against the color. She knew she'd look good and her brother would enjoy the view—who didn't like seeing a pretty girl in a short dress?

Alex was waiting at the airport with his luggage and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw his little sister. He hadn't paid much attention to her before he left, but college had changed her a lot. She had been uncomfortable before, usually hiding under oversized clothes and baggy pants. Today, though, she arrived in a tight dress that made her 34-D boobs look like they were trying to escape. She was curvy, with wide hips and a tiny stomach and legs that were muscular and toned. Her hair was long and wavy and her eyes were the same color as the dress.

Alex tried to contain his excitement as he hugged his little sister. "Megan!" he said, burying his face into her hair. She smelled like cinnamon cookies and home and he had missed her so much.

Megan could feel her brother's muscled body against her, only separated by a thin dress and a lacy pair of underwear. He was tanned and wearing a tank shirt and loose shorts and he looked so happy to see her. She hugged him so tight that she could feel everything—even the surprisingly long outline of his penis as he held her close.

She held her breath and stayed hugging for a few more seconds, wondering if it was the dress or if she really looked that good. She knew he usually slept with a fellow camp counselor over the summer, but he hadn't mentioned anyone the few times he had called. 

"You look great," Megan told her brother as she pulled away. He did. He was tall and tan, with sandy blond hair that was a little too long and the same bright blue eyes that she had. He smiled at her and they started walking to the car.

Their parents were working until eight and so they had all promised to go out to dinner. Megan drove home and listened to Alex talk about his campers and Lindsey, the only girl counselor he had even talked to the whole summer. When they got home, Alex said he would go unpack and Megan left him alone for that.

She had forgotten how handsome her brother was—he was always a catch and all the girls at her high school had flirted with him or used her to get to know him. It had been frustrating, but not as frustrating as knowing that he was her brother. She could never admit that she found him breathtaking, not in front of any of her friends.

But college had changed her. She had left a quiet and slightly overweight virgin and returned a thinner, more confident woman. And she knew she looked good. Her brother hadn't been unable to keep his eyes off her chest or the way that her dress hugged her body the entire ride home, even as he talked about fucking Lindsey.

Megan sat in the living room and watched TV as her brother unpacked. Finally, she decided she was bored. She walked into his room without knocking, like she usually did, and was startled to find him completely naked and unpacking all his clothes.

Alex looked up in shock. He had taken his clothes off so he could wash them but hadn't expected Megan to make an appearance. Her face had turned pink, but she was staring so obviously at his thick eight-inch cock and had frozen to her spot.

"Oh god," Megan said, staring at his dick with admiration. It was half-hard and impressively thick and Alex hadn't even bothered to hide it, he was just watching her quietly.

"Is this the first dick you've seen?" he asked his sister after a long pause. He put his hand on his dick and started to stroke it, making it grow even bigger in his sister's presence. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes were huge, but she hadn't left and she didn't even move.

"No," she said honestly. "But it's the biggest."

Alex grinned and kept stroking his cock. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked. He had missed his sister and thought about her a lot over the summer, especially when he was feeling lonely. They had always been close, but this was a whole different scenario and he was surprised at how much he liked seeing her watch him.

Megan moved closer to her brother and put her hand tentatively on his cock. It was velvety and hard, thicker than any she'd ever seen and bigger too. Its head was already wet with a little bead of precum and she stroked its entire length, marveling at it. 

"You like my cock, don't you sister?" Alex's mouth was upturned into a smile and Megan gasped at how naughty he sounded. She squirmed but realized that this was turning her on. Alex was clearly turned on, he kept rubbing his dick and staring at her.

"I do," Megan admitted to her brother. Her underwear was starting to get wet and she bit at her lip. "I do like your cock. Can I touch it again?"

She didn't even wait for his permission. She grabbed his cock gently and began to rub it up and down, feeling it jump at her touch. Alex moaned and closed his eyes, not trying to hide his need from her.

"Oh Megan, you are so naughty," Alex groaned as she increased her movement on his cock. He reached out and cupped her breast over her dress, squeezing it gently as she masturbated him. Her boobs were already hanging halfway out and she moved closer to him, giving him easier access. 

"I like being naughty for you," she told her brother, leaning across to kiss him. They kissed open-mouthed, their tongues dancing with a familiarity that she could never imagine. She wanted to be closer to him and she kept moving her hand across his dick, filled with an urge she could never say out loud. 

As they kissed, Alex decided it wasn't fair that he was the only naked. He worked at her dress's zipper and let it fall to the ground in a puddle beneath his sister. He groaned when he saw what she was wearing underneath—a lacy see-through bra and a white lace thong with a wet spot on the crotch. She was as horny as he was. 

He reached out and his hand grazed her pussy, making his sister moan into his mouth. "Fuck," she said, when he touched her again. Soon his hand had slid underneath the thong and he was running a single finger against her lips, opening them gently.

"Can I?" he asked, his finger poised at her slit. She was sopping wet, soaked through her thong completely, her love button was as hard as he was, and they were both filled with a fiery desire. There was very little stopping him.

"Please," she begged. He slid a finger into her and watched her react, her body stiffening as she moaned his name loudly. She was tight and hot, filled with juices that he couldn't wait to eat. "More, Alex. Please, big brother."

His one hand worked her pussy, thrusting two fingers in again and again. His other hand was releasing her perky breasts from their bra, pulling at her dark nipples and sucking them in his mouth. He pulled her onto the clothes-covered bed and made her moan. He was still hard, but her hand had slowed down as she gave over to her own desires. She squealed his name one last time before her thighs tightened around his hand and she covered him with her juices. 

"Oh my god, Megan," he breathed into her ear. She was sweaty and gorgeous, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Alex," she said, looking up at him from where she was lying on her back. Her hair was flung around her and her eyes were bright and loving. "You made me feel so good, big brother. So naughty."

His fingers were still inside her, moving slowly as he crouch above her. His cock was in between them, hard against her leg it's head dangerously close to her sopping slit. "I want you," he told his sister as he finger-fucked her. "Let me fuck you, little sister. I'll show you how much I missed you."

"Fuck me?" Megan's eyes widened. "But-but that's incest."

Alex laughed as his finger dove further into her deepest part. "This is all incest," he said. "But it's okay. I love you and you love me."

She writhed under him. He guided his penis up so that it was teasing the outside of her pussy, the engorged head playing with her lips and kissing them with its precum. "Ohh," she moaned, staring up at him. "Please."

"I can make you feel so good," he promised her, his head right at her entrance.

"Please. Yes. Please. Fuck me, big brother," Megan begged. She reached down and guided him into her pussy, moaning as his dick entered her. He slid all the way in and she squealed and groaned. She rocked her hips up to meet him and he started thrusting in and out of her. He was gentle, making sure her tight pussy adjusted to his size. But as soon as he started moving, he went wild. He fucked her fast and hard, then slowly again, covering her gorgeous round tits in kisses, then he went wild again fucking her so hard so couldn't help but squeal and moan.

"I'm going to cum," he warned her as he dove fast into her slit. She groaned and writhed underneath him, watching her big brother pummel her from above.

"Cum in me, Alex," she begged him as his balls began to tighten. He released himself into her and she orgasmed at the very thought. He filed her so that she was dripping out, her cum spilling all over his clothes and his camp shirts.

He rolled off her and they lay in a pile of his clothes, sweaty and still turned on by the fact they had fucked each other.

"I missed you," Alex said, glancing over at his kid sister. She was gorgeous—all naked and sweaty, her hair sticking to her face. 

"Never go to camp again," Megan begged her brother. She curled on top of him, her head lying on his chest and started to play with his almost flaccid dick again. She ran her hand over its head and marveled at how it had fit inside her.

"I can't believe we did that," Alex told his sister even as he felt his dick start to get hard again.

She moved across him and took his dick in her mouth. After a moment, she looked at her brother and said. "I can't believe we're about to do this again..."



Megan & Bill



Megan and I had been married for just more than five years. She and I had met in college, dated the whole four years and then after graduation, we got married. Megan is a true bombshell. Her body is tight and curvy in all the right places.

One thing about her that drives many men crazy is her breasts. While they are not huge, they are ‘D' cups plus a bit in size. On her toned body they just stick out like two big neon signs. They are firm and have no sag whatsoever.

Our sex life was good, and we had experimented in many ways of having sex. We had even tried anal sex once. She hadn't liked it declaring that it was a bit too painful for her to enjoy it, so we never tried it again.

I had been working for the company for just over two years when my boss Greg called me into his office. I was a bit uncertain what it was about since there had been many layoffs over the last months with the dot-gone crash and all. I had been laid off from my last job due to cuts so this didn't bode well in my mind. When I entered his office, he motioned for me to sit in front of his desk while he finished up a phone call.

I sat there for about four or five minutes getting more and more nervous as to why I was there. Was I about to get the boot? I hoped not, since I had been bringing in more business to the company, and even had saved eight or nine contracts that had almost been lost to the competition.

Greg took quite a while before getting off the phone, then he did some last minute corrections on something on his computer before turning to me.

‘Bill, I suppose you wonder why I called you into my office today?'

‘Yes. I hope it is good news Greg.'

‘Oh I think you will find it to be great news Bill. I have been looking at the work you have been doing and realized that you have actually brought in more than eighteen million in new business since you have started with us. I am also aware of the contracts that you managed to save from our competitors too.'        ‘Eighteen million?'

‘Yes, eighteen million and you have saved more than ten million in those contracts you kept in our clients that were about to quit us. You have done very well for us and I wanted you to know that the company plans on rewarding you very soon for that great work. I will be making an announcement at the Christmas party that concerns you. I hope you will be there, and your pretty wife, Megan too.'

‘Well I had planned on coming with Megan so I can say yes, we will be there Greg.'

‘Good! Then next Friday night you will get some great news, trust me on that Bill.'

I was amazed. Greg had always been the playboy type of boss with a very hard edge. While he couldn't promote me or give raises, he could put in a good word. He was in command of his department and everyone knew it too.

There had been some rumors at one time about some of the ways he partied, but I had ignored them. Greg had always been straightforward with me. I had also never seen him do anything to substantiate the rumors anyway.

I went home and decided not to tell Megan the news, thinking that she would be extremely surprised when we both found out together. I was hoping for a raise or a nice bonus for all my hard work. I took Megan out for dinner that night. I also asked her to buy a nice party dress for the Christmas party the next week. It was going to be an important one for both of us.

That night, Megan was really wild in bed, even letting me finger here asshole a bit while I was eating her out. I got brave at one point and let my tongue wander down to where my finger was inside that tight little hole and tongued her there for a bit too. That coupled with the oral pleasure I had been giving her drove her over into orgasm. 

I had noticed that she orgasmed rather easily now as compared to when we first married. It seemed that we were getting more in touch with each other in our lovemaking now. All I knew was that I really loved my wife and had no eyes for anyone else. Megan was my whole world as far as I was concerned.

Our sex life picked up noticeably the week before the party. Megan seemed insatiable most of the time. She knew that something was in the wind, but I didn't tell her, wanting her to be surprised. She went out and got a new dress but wouldn't let me see it until the night of the party.

The night of the party she took an unusually long time to get ready. When I saw her in her new dress, I about had a heart attack. It was a black strapless number that looked like her breasts were about to fall out of it at any moment. Especially since she wasn't wearing a bra.

In the back it was open all the way down to where her bottom cheeks began to swell out, matter of fact, you could just see the beginning of her ‘crack'. It was so short, if she bent over at all she would be exposing herself and her panties. 

She was wearing thong panties and thigh-high stockings. In her heels she looked so damn sexy and wanton that I almost was afraid to take her outside. I noticed as she walked the hem of her dress would flip out in the rear with each step she took. At one point, as I walked behind her a few steps I could see that thin cloth strip of her thong panties in the crack of her ass flashing as that happened.

I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit by the time we got off the elevator to go inside where the party was going full bore. We were a bit late, but when Megan walked in dressed as she was, every male in the building had eyes only for her. I was proud and a bit intimidated at the same time. She was so perfect looking. I had a hard time believing that she was my wife.

We went over to Greg and he was instantly between us talking and joking. He handed me a drink, and asked Megan what she wanted. Before she could answer, he told her he would get her a special drink that he was sure she would like. All my co-workers came over to introduce themselves to Megan, and some of them blatantly hit on her right in front of me.

‘Hi there sweet thing. Why don't you dump the ol' man and come party with me for a while?'

‘Hey beautiful, I could eat you right up. You are the hottest babe here tonight. How's about spending some time with me?'

It seemed that most of these guys had some kind of comment about her going with them to party. I was a bit jealous, but also proud because the center of all their attention was with me. She would be going home with me too.

Megan was eating up all the attention yet she stayed close to me. We danced to one song before Greg showed with our drinks. He ushered us over to a table and we sat and visited for a while. Men kept coming up and wanting to dance with Megan. I finally told her to go ahead and have some fun. I had never danced too much while she loved to dance.

Greg immediately jumped up and asked Megan for a dance. Megan, after looking at me to be sure it was ok, stood and went off with Greg arm in arm. I watched as they danced and I noticed that Greg would pull her in close from time to time, holding her breasts tightly to his chest.

His hands would be on her back, just where her dress began to show off her ass. I was a little bit uncomfortable with how close he held her, but she looked like she was having so much fun, unlike the other parties we had been to this year.

I was also a bit surprised at how comfortable she seemed in Greg's arms. I was happy that she was having fun and couldn't wait to get her home tonight. I felt that since Greg was a ladies man he probably would try to put some moves on her that would get her hot to trot and I would benefit because of it. Greg was trying to cop a feel as often as he could and succeeding at it too. 

I could see Megan was having fun though so I just let it slide. Her smile made her face light up, and I figured that if anyone went too far she would shut them down but quick. I know she had in the past, and I also knew she could handle herself well enough to not piss them off either. Which would be good since she was with my boss at the moment.

At a summer party that had been held at a resort in the mountains, Megan had danced a bit with some of the guys and then she toured the place with Greg, Jim and several of my co-workers. Getting back from that tour she had told me she didn't feel well. I could tell that she didn't feel well, but she just told me that she was probably just tired and would be all right after she rested a bit.

She went to our room (we had booked one at the resort's hotel since we knew we would both be drinking and didn't want to drive home under the influence) and slept for a while before coming back out to join me on the golf course. 

That night she had been very hot and we had a nice long sex session. I was surprised since she hadn't felt well earlier, but she brushed that off saying she had gotten a nice rest and felt much better now.

Then at the September party that was in honor of a retiring executive way up the food chain, she had overdone the dancing. She had also gotten drug off on a tour of the complex. When we got home that night, she had crashed in bed after taking a shower. She was so out of it, I didn't bother her for sex even though I had one hell of a raging hardon. I took care of it by myself, something that I hadn't had to do for a long time.

Tonight Megan was in great spirits and having fun dancing. She danced several dances with Greg, and then she was dancing up a storm with a bunch of my co-workers too. I didn't see her for quite a while. I was kept busy having small talk with co-workers and clients who were there.

When she finally showed back up, she looked almost wild. Her hair was askew and I noticed that her nipples were standing out like two little towers. The way that dress hung on her I was certain that they were the only thing holding it up.

She excused herself to go straighten up coming back after a while. Her breath was a bit ragged as she drug me out of my chair to go dance. She also stayed in very close to me, her breasts rubbing my chest as we danced too.

Greg walked up to us on the dance floor after Megan and I had our dance. He wanted us to come into the conference room near the back of the main hall. He was looking happy and nodding to various men as we walked there. 

I noticed that Megan had slipped right under Greg's arm as we walked along, surprising me a bit. His hand dangled dangerously close to her breasts as they walked too. Once I thought I saw his hand dip into the top of her dress but at the angle I was at it could have just been an optical illusion too. Megan didn't seem to mind in any case, so I didn't say anything. 

Megan came to me as we walked into the conference room. Greg motioned for me to sit at a seat where he was standing. Stepping around in front of me he held out his hand to Megan and pulled her up next to him. His hand was on the small of her back, and I could tell he was rubbing her lightly as they stood there. I was a bit jealous of him for a moment. It passed with his next words.

‘Megan, I wanted you to stand by me and look at our next vice-president. Bill is about to be promoted. It comes with a really substantial raise, and a new office near mine. Congratulation's Bill. You deserve this promotion for sure.'

Megan squealed and jumped up and down. As she did, Greg kept his hand and arm still, and since his hand was just where it crossed her bottom it had the effect of dragging on her dress.  So as she moved up and down her dress fell a bit. I almost didn't see it since I was so shocked by his announcement. I happened to notice because Megan's nipples just began to show over the top of her dress. 

After Megan calmed down, Greg sat in his chair and pulled her onto his lap. I was stunned when she let herself be pulled down, and then really stunned when Greg pulled her way up on his lap. Greg then put his hands on her knees and pulled Megan's legs outside of his, spreading her lewdly and exposing her totally to my view. 

At some point, Megan's panties had disappeared tonight! I was looking at her pussy, and then I noticed that she had white stuff seeping out of her too! She had also been clean shaven down there too. When she had been dressing, she had a small tuft of hair just above her pussy lips, and now that was gone.

‘Now Bill, here comes the final good thing and I get to show you how much your wife helped you with getting the new job.'

Megan began to look uncomfortable now. She had a look in her eyes that was part fear and part sadness. I saw Greg's hands begin to pull her dress up her hips, then as Megan raised up a bit, Greg pulled her dress up and over her waist. Stunned, I could only watch as Greg removed my wife's dress totally, making her naked, on his lap.

‘Greg, what the hell are you doing? Megan, what in the hell are you thinking?'

‘Bill. I am giving you the final test for that raise and Vice-presidency. You see, I have sampled Megan here quite a few times and now it is time for you to know about her. You should know that your wife is my hot little slut. She has been helping me with some customers and co-workers for about a year now.

Megan, my wife, was looking at me and then began to talk. Her words were laced with a touch of fear. She spoke fast and in a high pitched voice quite unlike her usual speech.

‘Bill, don't get mad at me please. I let Greg use me so that you could move up faster in the company. He told me that he could help your career and even fast track you. He has used me in return for helping you succeed. It isn't that big of a deal you know. We even talked about this once remember? Having others in our relationship? So we get two birds with one stone, we get variety in our sex life and you get a nice fat juicy job with the company.'

‘Having others in our relationship was just talk, and if we were going to do that I would have thought I would be included in that decision too, Megan. What have you done? Do you realize that you have been cheating on me now? Why? How could you do this to me . . . to us? It appears that the only one that has been having any variety in their sex life has been you.'

Megan looked like she was going to cry for a minute, then slowly, a different look came into her eyes. Looking down I saw Greg's hands in her crotch, rubbing her bare pussy, two of his fingers deep inside her. Then one of his hands moved up to her breasts and started tweaking her nipples. Megan began to moan.

‘You should have seen her just a little bit ago Bill. Jim and a few of the guys worked her over but good. They even shaved her little pussy. Look at her pussy Bill, she has had three cocks in there already tonight and it still looks and feels tight as a virgin. She is one hot to trot babe.'

‘I'm sorry Bill, but Greg knows how to push all my buttons. Oh baby, I love you, please don't forget that. I am doing this for you, for us baby. Please don't get mad. Greg can do so much for us Bill. Ohhh . . .  Yessss . . . Oh Greg, I gotta have your huge cock in me. I am so horny right now.'

I was angry and as upset as I had ever been. My boss had just told me that he had been fucking my wife! My wife who was at this moment, naked in my boss's lap being pawed by him. She was even begging for his cock. I stood up, ready to punch out Greg's lights when he stopped what he was doing and with quite a bit of force, pushed Megan off his lap where she landed on the floor.

‘Oww! Hey Greg watch it. That hurt!'

‘You'll get over it real quick slut. Sit tight while I pound your husband into the floor. You really should sit back down before you get hurt Bill.'

He stood up and smiled a big nasty smile. I could see that he had been ready for my reaction. Megan just sat on the floor, watching. She had tears in her eyes. I could see she was afraid, but of whom I didn't know. I wasn't even sure of whose side she was on, if any, at that moment.

‘Ok then, the party is really ready to start now. Now before you try to kick my ass, remember that she has been fucking me of her own free will. Also, if you try anything, I will make sure you are fired but not before I get my licks in on your pathetic little ass. I can see to it that you also go to jail. Then, well, I'm sure that I would be keeping Megan company until you got out.' 

As he stood, I realized that what he said was true, Megan was sitting on the floor and not saying anything. Her eyes were on me.  Greg was larger than I and I knew that if I started anything I would probably get my ass kicked. Also, I knew I would lose my job too. His comment about jail worried me also.

I reigned in my emotions as best I could and sat down, defeated. Stunned and about as hurt as I had ever been. I just didn't know what I should do for certain. The way Megan was acting, I didn't know if anything I did would be worth it.

When Greg saw that I wasn't going to go physical on him he turned and took out his cock.

‘Good choice Bill. Now, watch and see what your little wife, my slut has learned over the last year.'

Taking Megan's head in his hands he guided her lips to his erect cock. He had about ten inches of cock, hard as iron. I couldn't believe it when Megan took his cock between her lips and then just swallowed it fully to it's base in one fell swoop.

She had never taken all of my cock into her throat during sex and I was surprised at her skill with Greg's huge one. As I sat there, my heart torn to ribbons, watching my former prim and proper wife acting like a whore, my head spun.

Greg kept Megan's hair in his hand as he began to actually fuck her mouth hard. Her head was flying back and forth on his cock as it went into its base then almost out of her lips on each stroke. I noticed that Megan was trying to look at me as Greg got closer and closer to orgasm.

Greg reached down and began to play with her breasts as his cock rammed in and out of her mouth. He pinched her nipples gaining her attention back on him. He then leaned way over and started to rub her pussy, his chest almost trapping her head at his crotch.

Soon, Megan began to respond to his touches and started to moan around his cock. She pulled back for a second and while her mouth was free of him she moaned loudly.

‘Oh Greg. Give me you're cum baby. I want to taste you're sweet juice. You taste so good. Come on, cum down my throat.'

Since Megan had only once swallowed my cum, and after that never again let me cum in her mouth, saying that she really hated the taste of it. I could only watch, when on a deep downstroke, Greg began to shake a bit, his cock pulsing. He came in my Megan's mouth, deep in her throat and she was swallowing it like it was the nectar of a God.

After Greg came, he pulled out and let Megan lick and suck him clean. She had a bit of cum at the corner of her mouth and as she finished cleaning Greg up she took her finger and ran it around, getting it all on her digit and then stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean too.

‘Mmmmm. That is so tasty Greg. You have the best tasting cum of any man I have ever sucked off.'

Looking at me with a trace of guilt, she then stood and let Greg begin to feel her up, his fingers going into her pussy and asshole as he ran them all over her body. Soon her eyes closed as she moaned, her hands caressing his cock as he fully explored her body.

He turned her so that her back was toward me. I think he didn't want her to look at me too much. As he did, his fingers spread her asscheeks wide open and I could see something white trickling out of that tender tight little brown bud.

‘You know that Megan had a lot of fun at the July picnic? She fucked me and a few of my friends in your room as you were out playing golf. I introduced her to gangbangs that day and she took to them like a duck to water. Then in September she was so hot that she took on a few of our Jamaican clients too. I didn't even have to order her to. She did it on her own. Amazing wife you have. Amazing slut I have. I especially love to fuck her ass. You know how tight it is . . . oh that's right, she doesn't let you have her ass, only my friends and I get that. Poor sucker.'




Megan & Bill



I was too overwhelmed for words or action at that point. I had discovered in one very short time that my supposed loving wife was nothing but a whore. A corporate whore for my boss. I just sat there weakly, sick to my stomach not able to even walk out in indignation. 

‘Just tonight, while her pussy still fresh from being shaved, I took her tight little ass. She was screaming for more when I finished too. Just like a good little slut. A few of the other guys were there and they got to fuck her pussy. Kind of a bonus for work well done last week.'

As I watched, Greg had Megan lay back on the conference table. I could see that he was getting another erection. Megan laid there, legs hanging off of each side of the table, her pussy spread wide and running with her juices and the cum of other men..

‘Greg, I need your cock in my pussy. Please baby, give it to me. Fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel the head of your cock bumping me hard and deep. Fuck me Greg, fuck me!'

Greg took a hand and began to rub and finger her eventually inserting four fingers into her pussy.

‘Hey slut, whose cock do you love best? Mine or Bill's?'

Megan looked at me guiltily and didn't answer him. Bill pulled away from her and stopped touching her.

‘Megan, whose cock do you love to have fuck you? If you want any more of my cock, you better answer me now.'

‘Greg, please . . . You are pushing us too hard as it is. Don't make me answer you, please. Just fuck me.'

Greg reached out and taking her chin in his hand he turned her head so that she was looking at him.

‘Slut, you get nothing unless you tell Bill who's cock you really love to have fucking you. Now, whose cock do you love?'

Softly, looking at him with resignation and a bit of fear, Megan replied.

‘Yours, Greg.'

‘What? I didn't hear you slut. Whose cock do you love?'

‘Yours Greg, I love your cock. Please, just fuck me now. I want your cock now.'

Greg turned to look into my eyes smiling an ugly smile.

‘See Bill? Your prim and proper wife loves another man's cock more than yours. She is a nasty slut for me. She will do anything I tell her to at any time too. I could have her walk naked out into that party just past those doors there, and have her go to the first man she saw, drop to her knees and suck his cock in front of everyone.'

I sat there, believing his words as he stepped back in between Megan's spread legs. Her hands went to his cock and began to stroke him. He reached out and pinched her nipples' really hard, and then pulled on them until I thought they would fall off. 

Megan didn't even whimper. She closed her eyes and continued to stroke his cock. Her feet came up to the table top, and her knees fell farther outwards, causing her pussy lips to spread. I could see moisture literally running onto the table from her pussy. Her eyes were glazed in a kind of trance like. Megan took his cock in her hands and began to shove it into her pussy. Soon he was fucking her hard and fast.

Each stroke into her, I could see her body would raise up a bit. I could imagine that it had to have hurt a bit at that moment. Megan just moaned and begged for more. Greg looked over at me and then got a funny look on his face. It was as if he had just thought of one more thing to torture me with. He had.

Pulling out of her pussy he took her knees in each hand and pushed them back. Way back. Her

knees were by her head, Her bottom was turned up with that move and I could see her asshole winking open as Greg began to push the head of his cock into that tight little brown bud.

‘I think I need to show hubby dear just how much you love my cock slut. I am going to fuck this tight little asshole of yours, then show him your latest trick. Watch close Bill, you are about to learn something about your slut . . . I mean your wife, who is my slut.'

Megan started to whine. Her hands had gone to her pussy where she was rubbing her clit and fingering herself hard. Even as his cock entered her asshole, she kept on masturbating.      ‘Greg, fuck me. Don't stop now baby, fuck me with your big cock. Ohhhh . . . Mmmmmm . . . yes . . . fuck my ass!'

Megan was begging my boss to fuck her in her ass. His cock was bigger around and quite a bit longer than mine and I hadn't been able to fuck her in the ass but one time. Now, here she was begging for Greg's cock in her.

As I watched, Greg slowly inserted his whole cock into Megan's ass. She just looked into his eyes and watched his face. She had just a touch of pain show when he entered her fully but that soon left and she was back in a trance like state again.

‘Yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass. Yes, yes, Fuck me!'

Megan was hissing those words out at Greg. She wouldn't look at me anymore, she was staring at Greg as he worked his large cock into her tight asshole. My heart was tearing up as I watched the love of my life begging for another man to fuck her like she hadn't let me.

‘Oh yeah bitch. For a slut your ass is sure tight. I love to fuck your asshole too. Even after those Jamaicans' got done with your ass that time, it was still really tight. Yes, I love fucking my slut's asshole.'

Greg began to fuck her ass just as hard as he had been her pussy a minute before. Megan had several orgasm's as Greg rammed her hard and fast. Just when he began to cum he pulled out and grabbing her head, he slid her around on the table.

‘Watch this Bill. Your slut, I mean . . . your wife has learned a new trick. You should try this sometime. I love the way she cleans me off. So, well, slutty you know.'

With that, he took his cock and shoved it into Megan's mouth. Just after pulling it out of her asshole, here was my boss, shoving his dirty cock into my wife's mouth. Then, he began to fuck her mouth, driving his cock farther into her until soon his balls were bouncing off of her forehead as he buried himself in her throat.

He shot off, buried in her throat, and Megan swallowed it all without losing a drop. Then he pulled out and slapped her face with his softening member. She tried to capture it and take it back into her mouth, whining as she did.

‘Mmmm . . . I need more Greg. I need more cock. I want to fuck and suck more cock. I want cock in all my holes. Please, I'm begging you Greg, give me some more.'

‘Your wish is my command slut. I will get some of the guys outside to come on in and fuck you senseless, whore. You are the best slut I have ever had you know that Megan? Bill's wife is my slut. God I love saying that. Bill, your wife is my slut. MY slut.'

As I sat there looking at my wife, Greg stepped out and soon there were eight men in the room with me and my naked wife. Just before the first of them came in Megan glanced at me and then she said.

‘I don't know what to say Bill. I do love you so much, but Greg does things to me that I just can't explain. I. . .I hate him for what he has gotten me to do, I hate him for making me do things for him that I haven't for you. I love how he makes me feel though. I'm sorry honey. I really truly am sorry.'

Megan looked away from me. She wouldn't look at me after that statement. I thought I saw a tear on her cheek but I couldn't tell for sure. I sat there, heartbroken and worn out. This day had been the worst day in my life so far.

I couldn't take much more. I felt like throwing up as I watched my former prim and proper wife waiting, naked on the conference table having just been fucked in all of her hole by my boss..

Megan slipped down to the floor, on her knees when the other men came in. Soon she had each hand on a cock and one in her mouth. Hands were on her tits, roughly grabbing and pulling on her nipples as other hands and fingers were playing with her pussy and ass.

One of the guys laid back on the floor and the others grabbed Megan and held her up over his erect cock. Slowly they lowered her down on his large member, as he aimed it at her pussy. As soon as she was settled down on him another man stepped up behind her and pushing her forward as his cock into her asshole. Yet another man got to one side of them as they were fucking, and stuck his cock in her face.

Megan had three cocks inside her and she was moaning and groaning as they fucked her hard and fast. They had gotten a rhythm going and as the two in her asshole and pussy would ram in, the guy in her mouth would get the benefit of a deep throat on his cock.

Greg came to stand by me. He put a hand on my shoulder as I watched these men, my co-workers and some of my clients, fucked my wife or were lining up to have their way with her. I found that I had gotten an erection in spite of my anger and shame. Humiliated, I only could just sit there and watch as my wife had sex in ways that we had not.                      ‘Bill, your wife is the best fucking slut I have ever had. She begged for more the very first time we fucked. I don't know how you managed to keep up with her for so long. She has worn out upwards of fifteen men at a time before.'

‘You son of a bitch. What did you do to her to get her to do this for you?'

‘Now Bill, she offered herself freely in order to help you succeed. I couldn't pass her up. She is way too much woman to do that. Look at her. She loves to fuck.'

Greg was still naked and watching the fucking going on. He was stroking his cock as he talked to me and I knew he was going to go back for more from my wife. I could see that she was going to be busy for quite a while now.

‘Hey, Bill, you can go get some rest if you want. You look tired. I will make sure that my slut . . . I mean, your wife gets home safe and sound. Tomorrow sometime, maybe in the afternoon. I think she is going to be busy until then for sure. Must be fifteen or twenty men waiting for their shot at her.'

I stumbled to my feet. As I left, I heard Megan begging for another cock to fuck her ass. My heart was thumping, I was sweating, and my wife was fucking like a whore of Babylon. I left the room and blindly walked for the main entrance

As I left the party a few of the people who worked for me looked at me with sympathy. I could tell they knew what was happening in that room. Christ, did everyone but me know about Megan all this time? Reaching the front door, Albert, the doorman for the building came up to me with a package. A small box. 

Albert had always been the best at getting me to smile every morning. His attitude was one of good things happen to good people. I enjoyed him quite a bit. In his uniform, his dark skin and salt and pepper hair made him look almost regal at times.

‘Uh, sir, I understand what you are thinking right now. Some of us knew about Greg and Megan and how he has been using her as the company . . . um . . . well anyway, these might help you in some way. Greg filmed everything. If he finds out that I have given you these he will probably fire me. I got them from his office closet last night. He uses them when the ‘conquest' starts to want out. He is very smooth and good at getting women under his will. Megan in not the first. I respect and admire you Bill. Your department has the most loyal people. Everyone loves working for you because you treat them right, decently. Greg on the other hand . . . well, I will call you if that's all right. There are some more things you will want to know.'

‘What's to know Albert? My wife is a whore for Greg. Greg's whore. She is right now fucking a group of men in that conference room. She actually thinks that her fucking Greg got me my new position. She evidently doesn't know about the audit committee or that the big bosses make all of the promotions. Greg has nothing to do with my raises or promotions. She likes what she's doing in there. I don't have a wife. I have Greg's slut. I don't even have that. She just happens to stay with me for some kind of twisted reason that I can't understand. I have been betrayed by my wife, my boss, and even some of my other co-workers and clients.'           ‘All I ask is that you view the tapes. They are marked with the dates starting with the first time he had Megan. He worked hard for more than seven months after you started to get her in the right place and time to work her over but good. She eventually fell due to his persistence, skill, and probably some drugs. Drugs that would loosen her up and make her want to please him. She never really ever had a chance to keep from fucking Greg, Bill. He has managed to usually get women to do what he wants. Just don't do anything rash. Some of us want to talk to you about this.'

‘Albert, how long? How long have I been living this fucked up fake life with Megan?'

‘The tapes are dated Bill. They are dated from near the first time.  I wish I had come to you sooner. I am sorry for not telling you but I didn't think you would have believed me and it would have cost me my job too.'

As I turned to walk away, my secretary, Jan came up to me. She had tears running down her face. She hugged me and whispered that she needed to talk to me sometime soon. She had something important to tell me. I got the feeling that she had been where my wife was at the moment. I just nodded through my own tears.

I left and went home. Getting there I poured myself a large scotch and sat in the darkness of the living room, the box of tapes at my side. That box of my wife's treachery and slutiness on film for everyone to see. 

After a while, I put a tape in. I noticed it was the earliest date of the bunch there. Greg and Megan were talking. Her hair was askew and her face flushed, like she had been drinking too much. She was asking if there was anything she could do to help me succeed at work. Greg told her that I was doing fine but he could help to get me on the fast track for promotions.

I could tell that Greg had been working on her already and the way the camera moved time to time, I realized that there was someone else there filming them. I don't think Megan was aware of this though. She never once looked at the camera or towards it. Also, it was from a weird angle too. Like someone was in a closet or hallway filming from a distance.

As I watched it, I saw just how Greg got my wife into this mess. I could see they were in his office.  Greg told Megan that he would do what he could but it all depended on how far Megan was willing to go with him. 

She looked at him, then she asked him what she needed to do. He told her to get undressed. She looked startled for a bit then some weird look came across her eyes and she began to undress. She was reluctantly doing this, but doing it none the less.

Soon, Megan was naked and Greg took off his clothes.  He was saying something but the camera hadn't picked it up. After a bit I saw her go down on her knees and begin to suck on him. She was having trouble with it and suddenly he just grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take the full length in one shot.

She struggled and choked for a bit then as he talked to her she began to calm down. He held her so her lips were buried in his crotch until she did calm down. She couldn't pull away since his strength and size gave him far more power over her than she could overcome.

Then, when she fully relaxed, he began to stroke in and out as she finally let him fuck her throat like it was a pussy. By the time he was close to cumming she was doing it all by herself and with a relish it seemed. Her hands had come up to encircle his hips and I could have sworn that she was pulling him into her throat.

Greg then had her bend over the chair in his office and he began to fuck her pussy. Hard and fast, she was gasping and begging him to take it easy. 

He ignored her and once again, she began to get used to his size and thrusting. I noticed that she began to get into the fucking and I soon heard her moaning and begging him for more.

‘Oh, Greg, yes. Fuck me you bastard. Harder. Oh baby, give me that huge cock of yours. Oh, yes. Fuck me!'

She came about four times before he got close to cumming. Pulling out of her pussy, he lined the head of his cock up with her tight little asshole and in one shove, pulling back on her hips and ignoring her cries of pain, he buried his cock fully into her ass. She tried to get away from him but he held her hips firmly and kept pressing his cock into her until he buried his cock in her.

‘No! No! Not there Greg! Please! That hurts! Ow! Oh God, please Greg stop that. It hurts too much.'

‘Relax slut. If you relax it won't hurt and you may even learn to love it. It's going to happen anyway so relax.'

Megan was frozen in position. Her face screwed up in pain. Pretty soon, as Greg held deeply inside her, her features began to relax. Greg was watching her face and as soon as he saw her relax I saw him smile.

He had reached down and was rubbing her clit as he held her with his other hand. She was responding to his touch too. I saw her lower lip curl under her upper teeth as she began to loosen up for him.

‘See? It's beginning to feel better already isn't it? Just wait a bit more. I know you will love this.'

Waiting a bit more, he finally began to stroke in and out in long slow strokes. After a short time I noticed that Megan was thrusting back at him and soon she was just hammering her body back onto his cock just as fast and hard as he had been doing her pussy earlier.

‘God, this feels so good Greg. Fuck my asshole baby, fuck me hard. Oh, I love your cock Greg. Fuck me lover, fuck me.'

As Greg got close to cumming I saw Megan have an orgasm. His fingers were still on her pussy as he rubbed her to an orgasm. Seeing her go off, Greg pulled out of her asshole and turned Megan around and shoved his cock right down her throat. 

‘Take it slut. Suck me clean too bitch. You love my cock in your throat don't you slut?'

She choked a bit but within four or five strokes into the depths of her throat, she was sucking him like a pro. He came hard and copiously. Cum was running down the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her firm tits.

I heard him tell her to clean him up really good and to get all of his cum. Megan looked up into his eyes as she began to lick and suck on his cock and balls. I could see tears drying on her face. Her fingers wiped up the cum that had gotten on her tits and when he pulled out of her mouth she immediately began to suck and lick her fingers clean too.

‘Oh God Greg, you were right. I like getting fucked like this. Will you fuck me some more? I feel so horny. So . . . hot.'

‘Well slut, your husband might come in to talk to me and how will I explain you being here, naked and my cum in your hot little mouth? Maybe later or tomorrow I will drop by your place and fuck you really good. I will have more time then too.'

‘Anytime Greg. You can fuck me anytime.'

‘Whose slut are you?'

‘I'm not a slut Greg. I love fucking you but I am not a slut.'

‘What kind of woman would fuck her husband's boss in his office while her hubby is just down the hall slaving away? A slut that's who. You are my slut now. If you don't say it, you will not get this cock again. So . . . whose slut are you?'

‘Yours Greg.'

‘What? I couldn't hear you slut. Whose slut are you?'

‘YOURS Greg. I am your slut. I will do whatever you want me to. You can have me do anything that you want Greg. I am your slut.'

‘Good. Now that you know whose slut you are . . . whose wife are you?'

‘I don't want to go there Greg. Leave Bill out of this. I love him, even if I have fucked you, I still love my husband.'

‘Slut, you want more of this cock?'

‘Yes.'

‘Who is your husband? Whose wife are you?'

‘I am Bill's wife. I am married to Bill. Why are you doing this? Isn't it enough that I have just cheated on my husband again?'

‘So, Bills' wife is my slut. My official slut. I think that as my official slut, I will have you fuck some of my co-workers and clients. What do you think of that, slut?'




Megan & Bill



He wasn't listening to her questions. I was stunned when she had said ‘cheated on my husband again.' Did that mean that this was not the first time they had fucked? I saw that she was talking again. Now he was going to offer her to others too?

‘No! No one else Greg, just you. I shouldn't even be fucking you. I-I-I . . . '

‘You, are a slut. MY slut. You will fuck anyone and everyone I tell you to slut. Understand me?'

‘Yes . . . no . . . I-I . . . can't we just fuck and call that good Greg? Please?'

‘Are you my slut Megan?'

‘Yes, I am your slut Greg.'

‘You will fuck whoever I tell you to then right slut? Or do I have to go out there and announce to everyone within earshot what we were just doing in here? If I do, I will drag you out there naked so there is no doubt either. Now, if you don't want that, if you don't want your hubby to see you naked and just fucked, what will you do for me slut?'

‘I will fuck you . . . and anyone you tell me to Greg. I am your slut.'

She said that softly and in a defeated tone. I could see that he had just won a victory over her and that she was aware that things had gone much farther than she had probably ever thought they would.

‘A good slut. You are a good slut. I am going to love watching you fuck other men for me. One day, I will even watch as you fuck other men in front of your hubby too. Why? Because you are my slut! What's more, once you get used to many men at once, you will come to love it too.'

‘Please, not that Greg. Not in front of Bill. That would kill him.'

‘You are my slut. You will fuck whoever and however I tell you to, even if it is in front of your husband's whole family. Or, I can just walk you out there right now. ‘What's it going to be . . . slut?'

‘You win Greg. I'm your slut. I will fuck whoever you tell me to, whenever you tell me to.'

‘Good. Now, if you can get me up again, I will give you one more taste of my cock in your hungry pussy. Hurry up though, the hubby is right outside working away.'

As I watched, Megan began to lick and suck on Greg's cock. He even turned around and bent over so she could lick his asshole for a bit too. She had gone totally out of her mind for his cock. My only caveat was the fact that she had told him that she loved me still. That and the fact that he had trapped her into this somehow. Not much, but something.

I had hopes that we could work this out. It seemed that she had been forced into this. I would probably have to quit my job, and we would have to move . . . but I could still see a small way to stay with her. She was the love of my life still.

I watched several more tapes and soon realized that Megan had learned about the camera man. She would make faces into the camera and lick her lips just like a porn star. She even went down on the camera man as he filmed his blowjob.

It seemed that the more Greg had her do, the more she began to love doing it for him. I could tell that she had begun to change at one point when I noticed her eyes had a sparkle in them that wasn't in the first four or five movies. It was as if she was actually looking forward to fucking other men for Greg.

I slept roughly and tossed and turned all night. Megan didn't get home until late in the afternoon the next day. She got out of Greg's car with just a large towel wrapped around her. No clothes or shoes, just the towel. Broad daylight, my wife gets out of another man's car in just a towel.

Greg came around and right there in our front yard, he slipped his hands up under the towel and ran them all over her body. Then pulled the towel off of her body. She stood there naked, in our front yard in full view of our neighbors, as Greg felt her up and then sucked on her nipples. 

Then with a last little slap on her ass as he threw the towel over his shoulder he pointed to our house telling her to go in and see the hubby. Naked she walked toward me, walking slowly with tears falling down her cheeks.

Walking into the house she couldn't look me in the eyes and I couldn't look at her. I turned and walked away going to the kitchen. I heard the shower turn on and a while later Megan came out, dressed in blue jeans and a blouse. Her hair was wet, and she looked fresh. A person wouldn't have been able to tell she had spent the night fucking a bunch of men.

‘Bill, don't hate me please. I still love you and want you. I don't know how this all started. I can't think straight anymore. Just don't hate me please.'

"Hate you? Tell me why I shouldn't hate you Megan. You have been a slut for my boss for over a year. You have been fucking other men, giving them what you refused me. You have been lying, running around behind my back to fuck Greg. Probably laughing at stupid old Bill, who doesn't have a clue. Some kind of strange way to show your love for me isn't it?'

‘Bill, please, I know this is hard for you to understand, but I love you. I don't want to lose you. Please . . . please try to understand. At first I did it to help you, then . . . I . . . I don't know what happened or when, but I grew to like it. Please try to understand.'

‘Understand what Megan? That you like fucking other men more than your own husband? That you let Greg and my co-workers and clients' fuck you in ways you won't let me? Understand that my prim and proper wife has become a slut? Jesus Christ! Don't come near me slut. Stay the fuck away. I need space right now after all that I have learned about you and my boss.'

Megan had started to come in close to me, trying to hug me. I stepped back and then put the kitchen table between us. I was so angry I was afraid I would do something really stupid. I was busy trying to calm myself down. The last thing I wanted to do was be close to her because I was wanting to hit her, to hurt her like she had hurt me.

Megan had tears flowing now. That just made me angrier. Did she think that her tears now would fix everything? Tears fix the pain, the shock, the visions of last night in my head? Or worse yet, make me feel sorry for her acting like a slut?

‘Bill, please . . . I love only you. Greg and the others . . . it has all been just sex. Can't you see that I still love you? I only fucked Greg so you would get promoted and rise up in the company.'

‘Megan try to fool someone else. I watched you on tape last night, when you and Greg did it that first time. I heard you discussing with Greg about my position. He told you he could help me rise in the company while he knew that he couldn't. I know that I told you once how the promotions and raises were handed out. That the audit committee is the only ones who can do those things. Greg can't, he can only recommend, he can't even fire me.'

‘What are you talking about? What tape of me and Greg? I don't know what you are talking about Bill'

‘Tape's Megan. Greg has lots of tapes, probably every time he has fucked you or had his buddy's gangbang you, he has had them recorded. He even has a guy hired just for that purpose. This guy gets to fuck Greg's sluts too, so he has lots of incentive to get every thing on film.'

‘Oh God. He has taped me fucking all those men? Oh Bill . . . I didn't know.'

‘Megan, don't lie more now. You did know. You looked into the camera several times in quite a few of the films I have seen so far. You even smiled, opening your mouth to show you eating cum just for the camera several times. I imagine that you have been photographed too. I saw flashes at different times in some of the films. If you want to stay married to me there is going to be a huge change right away. It's up to you Megan. I am not too sure we will be able to salvage our marriage as it is, but I am still willing to try.'

‘Oh Bill, anything. I will do anything to keep you. I am so sorry about all of this. I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much.'

‘Ok, then first of all, you have to quit fucking around on me and I am going to have to quit my job. Then we will have to move, probably out of town, if not the state. You will have an awful lot of work to do to show me before I will ever be able to trust you again too. Then there is the sex. I will expect the same sex you have given these other men, always, with no argument. Ever. I am your husband after all. I should have been at least getting the sex you gave these other men.'

‘Quit your job? Move? Oh Bill, you can't quit. What will we do? I did all of this just so you could move up in the company and you want to quit now? That will just make me a cheap whore.'                  ‘What are you saying Megan? That you aren't a cheap whore? That you aren't a slut for Greg? You can't surely expect me to stay working for this place still. Not after all my co-workers have fucked you and enjoyed your body, willingly given by you. Get a grip. You have to quit being a slut. I have to quit this job. There is no choice in that matter.'

‘But you can't quit yet Bill. You don't have anything lined up. We could starve or get kicked out of our home. You have to have a job first. Besides, I promised Greg that I would be available for him next week. One last thing to do. Then that will be it. NO more fucking others. I will be your faithful and devoted wife from then on. If I don't work for Greg next week I am afraid of what he may do.'

‘Perhaps you didn't hear me Megan. You have to stop fucking around NOW. Not next week, NOW. Christ, I can see that you actually love fucking him and those men. Maybe there isn't a chance for us after all.'

‘Look Bill, I promised Greg that I would go with him to Jamaica, we will be gone only one week, or eight days, then I will be done being his slut. I will be your slut from then on. Yours and only yours. Whatever you want of me from then on. I have to go to Jamaica though Bill. I promised Greg I would and since he has these tapes of me . . . you know he will use them against us if I back out now. Besides, what's a few more men now?'

‘Megan, you are not listening to me. You will either quit now and be my wife, or we are done. I happen to know that Greg is taking six of the salesmen with him. You will not go with him if you expect us to stay together. That is final.'

‘Please Bill, try to understand. I have to go. I have no choice.'

‘Megan, if you go with Greg tomorrow, we are finished. That is my final word. That is the only choice you have at this moment. Me, or them.'

I turned and stomped out. What the hell was she thinking? Did she really want to stay married to me or was she just using me for a place to spend her time living while she wasn't fucking Greg and his buddies? I had figured that if she loved me like she claimed, she would have jumped at the second chance I had just given her and firmly agreed that she was done fucking around. What the hell kind of hold did Greg have on her anyway? 

I slept in the spare bedroom that night, with the door locked. I heard Megan try to open the door at one point, then give up. I could also hear her on the phone later. I think she was talking to Greg, but I couldn't hear the conversation.

The next morning, I left for work before Megan got up. I left a note reaffirming my demands that she not go on the trip and quit fucking around immediately. I fully expected that she had enough time to realize that I was serious about this and would stay home and be there waiting for me when I got there.

I was at work for about an hour when in walked Megan. Considering it was cold, I was a bit surprised that she was wearing high heels. Her long winter coat reached her ankles so I could not see how she was dressed. My secretary glared at her the whole time Megan waited for me. As I came up to her, I saw Greg walking up to her as well. I knew that she hadn't come in to see me.

‘Megan, you are early. My, my, my, can't wait to go to Jamaica huh?'

Megan turned and forced a smile at Greg as he stepped in and gave her a hot French kiss. His tongue was out before he got to her lips and was still out a few minutes later when they broke apart. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew what she was going to do. How they would rub it in my face I was unaware of at the second, but that very quickly changed.

Greg's hand went inside her coat as he kissed her and I could tell he was feeling her breasts and then her pussy as you could see her coat move outward from his hand traveling down. I stood there, my co-workers watching out of the corners of their eyes as my boss treated himself to my wife's body.

‘Let me take your coat and see your decision Megan.'

Megan undid the buttons on her coat and opening it I saw she was wearing things I had never seen before. She had on a skin tight halter-type bikini top that was just string on the sides and over the shoulders. The cups were so small that all they really covered were her nipples. The red color of it made her skin seem paler than it actually was. It was smaller than a few of her bikini tops I had seen her wear.

Her dress, if you could call it that, was a very thin black leather skirt. It was so short and tight, as she turned to hand Greg her coat I could see the curve of each of her ass cheeks. Her crotch could have only been a half an inch from being exposed as she stood straight upright.

A small crowd of people from the office had gathered now. Greg had her turn around and raise her arms high over her head.. This caused her skirt to ride up, revealing that she was wearing red thong lace panties that hardly covered anything. Her nipples popped out of her cups on her top too. 

I could see a wet spot on her crotch and it looked like Greg had pushed his finger into her pussy through the cloth of her panties since I could see that they were pressed deep inside of her. She looked into my eyes and then gave me a fearful smile. 

Greg stepped in close to her and put his arm around her waist. Looking at me with a triumphant glare, he reached down and pulled Megan's dress up high over her waist, exposing her lower body. He then tugged on her panties and pulled them down her long shapely legs.

Her pussy was clean shaven and wet. As I watched, Greg ran his hand over her pussy and then stuck three fingers into her. His other hand went to her butt and he jammed two fingers into her asshole. He smiled at me as he did this.

He fingered her for a bit, her face showing pleasure that he gave her. Her tongue came out and licked her lips as he stroked in and out of her holes. His tongue licked across hers several times and then he kissed her hard.

They broke apart and he removed his fingers from her. His hands traveled up her body, and caressed her breast through her top. His fingers worked on her nipples making them hard little buttons.

Greg then undid Megan's top and pulled it off of her. She kept her arms down at her sides, letting her body be exposed fully. Greg stepped back in front of her and sucked on her very erect nipples for a second or two before pulling away.

‘Bill, thanks for letting your wife come on this eight-day trip to Jamaica with me and be my slut.. I am sure she will keep us entertained while we are there too. I think she will sway those clients to do business with us in a big way. All eight of them. They have had a taste of her, now they get her for a few days to play with. Not to worry, I will film everything for you.'

I turned to Megan. The last shot at saving our marriage was here and now. I had to try. I could see she had a doubtful look on her face. It was like she was being brave for Greg or something.

‘Megan, don't go. I want you to stay here with me. Be my wife. Please. Don't go with Greg. I have already told you what to expect if you leave with him. I meant every word of that.'

‘Oh Bill, come on. I have to go you know that. Besides, those Jamaicans' have a lot of business that can come your way if I am along to convince them. When I get back, we'll talk. Then we can make those changes you need me to make. But I am going with Greg. We will straighten this all out when I get back'

‘When you get back, it will be too late, Megan. If you go with Greg, we are finished forever. I mean that.'

Megan gave me a haunted look, then I saw it change ever so slightly. I could see she thought I was being too harsh about this. She evidently thought that she would be able to talk me out of leaving her. Greg had brainwashed her very well it seemed. 

As Greg took her coat and threw it around her, I could see that her nipples were still hard. She also had her juices running down her legs too. I looked around and saw sympathetic faces looking at me. Humiliated as I was, I stood fast and hard. My mind had been spoken on the matter and I would be gone before Megan got back from Jamaica. 

‘Oh yeah, before I forget Bill, here is a bonus for you. You're . . . 'services' have paid off very handsomely for you. You are lucky to have such a great slu . . . I mean wife who is interested in your well-being at work. Congratulations.'

He handed an envelope to Megan who handed it to me with a smile. She stepped close to me as Greg walked to the front door. She leaned in to kiss me and I stepped back and turned to walk away.

‘Bill, aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?'

‘I just did Megan. I am kissing you goodbye. Have a nice life.'

I had my back to her, I just couldn't stay there as she walked out of my life.

She gave me a stricken look then Greg came back in and took her hand pulling her out the door. I will say that her eyes never left mine until they were out of sight. She knew now that I would be as good as my word. I would be gone and the divorce filed for before she got back.

I walked the long way down the hall to my new office. The envelope I tossed on my desk as I sat down. I heard a knock and looking up I saw Albert standing there with several of my people.

‘Bill, can we talk please?'

‘Albert, I really don't feel like talking right now.'

‘Bill. We really need to talk. It's about Greg and Megan and everyone else too.'

Resigned, I motioned them in. Eight people trailed in after Albert and got situated. I was looking at my secretary Jan, and three other women from the office under my supervision. The others I had seen around, but they were under other people's supervision so I didn't really know them well.

They were silent and I realized the were waiting for me to say something. Not having much choice it seemed, I began to state the obvious.

‘As you all know, my wife has become Greg's . . . slut. They just left for Jamaica, and they are going to be there for eight days as far as I know. I plan on quitting today. At least I am turning in my resignation today. You have all seen my wife with Greg and how she has acted, so as you can guess, I will also be filing for a divorce too. What else is there to talk about?'

‘Don't act too hastily Bill. You can save your marriage and get even with Greg with our help. That is, if you want to save your marriage with Megan now. You have a power over Greg now though. Your promotion was given to you because of your hard work and also because you saved those contracts that Greg had mishandled to the point of losing.'

‘Why would I want to work for the company that hired that son of a bitch in the first place? How could I face everyone here knowing that they had either fucked my wife or seen her being fucked or even just knew about what has gone on? This morning I was very sure that I had a small chance of saving my marriage. Right now I am very sure that it is over between Megan and I. She went with that bastard even after I asked her in front of everyone here to not go. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? To beg your wife to stay with you as she lets another man, not her husband, feel her naked body, finger her, and then take her away? Hell, she even argued with me about this trip too.'

I was overwhelmed with emotion and tears began to fall down my cheeks. I didn't care. These people knew what had been done to me by my wife and supervisor. They knew my pain. I put my hands over my face and tried to get control back. I was unsuccessful.




Megan & Bill



I felt someone at my shoulder. Looking around I saw it was my secretary on one side of me and Albert on the other. He had a hand on my shoulder and my secretary was holding some Kleenex out to me.

Taking some tissue from her I began to dry my eyes and wipe my nose. I felt so small and alone. Even though they were here to help me in my time of need, I really didn't know them well enough to understand why they would care.

‘Bill. I was in Megan's position just two years ago. After you started here, he left me alone and concentrated on her. I...he . . . he used me like her. He has used her far more than he did me, but I did have . . . s-s-s-ex with some clients for him. I. . . oh God, I am so sorry Bill.'

Jan was crying now too. I could see pain in her eyes having to relive what had happened to her. I knew she was divorced from her husband and that it had happened just before I came to work here. 

She was a good-looking woman and her red hair shined like fire. I had even teased her about that once. I had never known her history nor what my wife was doing with Greg at that time either. I held the tissue box back up to her. She gave me a small smile as she took some tissue too.

‘He used drugs and alcohol to suck me into his plot and then when I realized what was about to happen and decided to fight him, he pulled out the movies and the threats began. He even threatened to have something bad happen to my husband at one point. Then you and Megan came.'

Albert lightly shook my shoulder. His eyes were giving away an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the moment.

‘Bill, those tapes I gave you, there is one I didn't give you. It was the first time, about two days before that other one. It shows how Greg pushed and lies to Megan, causing her to succumb to his deceit. If you watch it you will see that if you take it to the audit committee, Greg will be fired immediately. Trust me on this. It will be hard for you to let anyone else watch but it will get the results to stop this bastard cold. It is the same technique that he has used on every woman he has done this to.'

‘What's the use Albert? He has ruined my life, my marriage, my love. What could be possibly a good enough payback for me now? He has taken the love of my life away from me and used her like a whore, to the point that she thinks and believes in her heart that is what she is. It's over, done.'

‘It's not just you Bill. It's me, Jan, Betty, Julia, and these others here too. Many more than are here. He has used over twenty women in this way, each progressively harder and nastier than the one before. If we don't stop him, what about the next one? The one after Megan? You need to do this Bill and you are the only one who can. They will have to listen to you, and they will since they already think a lot about you. You have it within your power to take Greg down and down hard. It will help to make up what he has done to so many others too. Even me. He . . . my wife . . . she . . . killed herself when I found out. She was so ashamed of what she had done she . . . I came home and . . . too late they said. She had taken a whole bottle of one drug and most of another. I found her laying there . . . PLEASE Bill, if not for you, for us? For me?'

Albert was having a hard time speaking. I realized at that moment that his wife had killed herself over Greg and his predatory ways. I could see the pain in his eyes as he tried to tell me about his wife.

‘Oh Albert, I am so sorry. I never knew. How could you continue to work here after that? Knowing why she did that and that Greg was responsible for that? How?'

‘Bill, I had to. I had a need to see justice done. He got her drunk at a Christmas party. Even though she was married, even though she was black, even though she was older than him by quite a few years, he got her drunk and took her in the conference room. He used her . . . completely and then left her laying there as he went back out to the party. She had that guilt for over a month then she discovered she was . . . pregnant. She told me what had happened . . . we fought . . . that morning I came to work after telling her that she had to get an abortion. She refused. I . . . she . . . when I got home . . . it didn't matter after that. Nothing mattered. Except that I would get back at him somehow, someway.'

Albert had salt and pepper gray hair. I figured he was in his late fifties so his wife must have been in her early fifties about that time. He could see me thinking about this. He looked at the others in the office then back at me.

‘She was forty-six the day she . . . left me. Her birthday had been two days before. She refused to get an abortion because she didn't think it was the right thing to do. She couldn't even do it when he had more or less raped her. I wish that she had told me that night or the next day. We could have changed things maybe. Please Bill, if not for Megan, will you help me? We can get that bastard.'

‘Who else here has been used by him?'

One by one each told me their story. Only one couple was still together, the others had gotten divorced. I was told about others and some of what they knew had happened to them too. Greg had been abusing his power and using almost everyone under him. He had even gotten a few of the partner's wives too. They had either divorced or quietly split up. Why Greg hadn't been taken to task at that time was beyond me.

After a long meeting and lots more tears from everyone there, I decided to move against Greg. With that first tape that I watched with everyone there, I could see that Greg had pressured my Megan hard and I could see that he used a drug of some type in her drink too. 

It was on film, him making drinks for her, and several times his motions didn't fit just pouring a drink. Also, Megan had begun to act strange. Her speech slurred just a bit, and she began to talk openly about things that I knew she wouldn't have with someone other than me or a very close friend.

The conclusion of the movie showed Greg and Megan fucking. Only fucking that time. She had gotten into it toward the end, but it was surely due to the drinks. One could see that her resistance was muddled like she couldn't understand what was happening to her.

We talked it over and it was decided that I would approach the partners with the tape and my story, then I would present the written affidavits from each person in the room. Signed and sworn by the notary down the street. 

I decided that I would present everything the next morning. I made arrangements to meet with the president of the company. A matter of extreme importance, and he was curious. I told him nothing except that it was not going to be good news.

After everyone left my office, the day was pretty well shot. I picked up my bonus check and opened it up. It had been signed by the very man I was to meet tomorrow. Fifty-thousand dollars. A huge check. I thought of how sweet it would have been to take that home to show Megan. How excited and happy she would have been, before all of this.

The note enclosed with it said that I had deserved this check and much more. I was a valuable and talented person for the company. I wondered how much of that would hold true after tomorrow?

I left early, went home and sat in our livingroom. My thoughts on my wife and what she was doing right then. How I was going to miss hearing her voice, having her close to me. I cried and cried. Like a baby. I truly did love her. I think I was still in love with her even though she had betrayed me like she had, with so many men.

I watched the rest of the movies Albert had given me. More of my wife having sex with other men. In one of them I recognized some of the black men as the Jamaicans's that were clients of the firm's. They all had her several times over. They seemed to really like the fact that she was a white married chick too.

I saw that there had been several messages left on our phone. I ignored them since I was sure they would be from Megan. I was sure that even though I loved her still, with her actions of this morning, we were done. If only she hadn't left with that bastard. If only she had shown any thought for me, any action of love or understanding toward me.

The next morning I showered and then headed in for work. I had unhooked the phone during the night. It had kept ringing and ringing. I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially Megan. She had made her choice. She had humiliated me with her last defiant act in the office the day before. She had made her choice, and it had not been me.

As I walked into the office that morning, I noticed that everyone was looking at me with some kind of look that I didn't understand. Perhaps it was faith that I was going to do the right thing, for all of us. I went into my office and Jan came in.

‘Good morning Bill. Are you doing ok? I . . . I want to thank you, regardless of how this all turns out. You are my hero. You are doing the right thing and I admire you very much for that. Everyone here admires you Bill. Everyone.'

‘Yeah, then why am I shaking so bad Jan?'

I wanted to try a bit of humor to lighten up the mood. I was nervous and that was my normal reaction to that. Jan smiled and then left. She came back in a few minutes later. 

‘Um, Bill, you have a load of messages. I think that they are all from Megan. Do you want . . . '

‘Keep them for now. I will check them after my meeting. I don't want to be distracted any more than I already am. I don't think I could handle hearing from her at this moment anyway. Thanks Jan.'

‘Bill, it's really none of my business, but you may want to give Megan a chance. I speak from experience on this. He has a way . . . he can be very persuasive, forceful even. She may still love you very much and want out from under him Bill. I know this is hard on you and it may be too difficult, but I also know that after our divorce, my husband . . . well there was a while there where he had second thoughts. At the time, I just wanted everything over and done with. All the fighting, all the accusations, I was tired. I wish now I had been stronger. We may have stayed married. At least tell me you will think about it Bill. I know that you two loved each other more than other couples seem to at one time you may not want to give up without a fight.'

‘Thank you Jan. I will think about it, but I did give her an ultimatum yesterday. She left with him anyway, even though I knew about her and him. I don't think we are going to make it now. She made her choice, regardless of my feelings. But, I will think about it some more. If only because you told me your story . . . well part of it anyway.'

‘Trust me Bill. It really messes up a woman's mind when Greg plays his games on them. He uses threats laced with kind words and positive statements. Even though a person hates him, by the time he has his hooks into you, well, you think that you have to do what he wants. Kind of like a hostage, you know, how the victims begin to think they are friends?. Besides, you may have the upper hand now. This could all turn out far different than Greg has ever thought it would.'

I sat in my office and thought over Jan's statements. Yes I did love my wife still. But, she had left with Greg. She knew that I had been serious when she did too. I was just so shaken up I couldn't separate my feelings out well. That last haunting look at me as he drug her out the door stuck in my mind too.

I went into my meeting with the president. He was shocked and appalled at my story and the other affidavits I showed him. That tape, well he could plainly see that Greg had drugged my wife, on company premises, and he was livid over that. He thanked me for the information, apologized to me. He also arranged another meeting with me and everyone else. In the same conference room where I had first learned of my wife's infidelity.

I went back to my office. As I walked past Jan, she jumped up and ran to block my way.

‘Bill, you need to know that someone is in there waiting for you. She came back. Megan came back.'

‘What? She is in Jamaica with that bastard. She left yesterday.'

‘She caught a flight out of Miami this morning. While you were in your meeting she came in and begged me to let her in your office. I think she wants to try to save her marriage Bill. She said that Greg was very, very pissed off when she left him at the Jamaican airport and booked a flight right back home. She said that security was called at one point and he was hauled away while they let her leave. She had to spend the night in Miami due to flight schedules. She tried to get a hold of you to tell you.'

‘She left him at the airport in Jamaica? She's here? In my office?'

‘Yes Bill, she is here in your office. She loves you Bill. She was not lying to you about that. Maybe you should give her one more chance? Remember what I told you earlier, regrets don't warm the bed at night, and you can't snuggle up to them either. Greg did force her, blackmail her. It's up to you of course. But I think you should give her one more chance.'

‘I don't know Jan. I just don't honestly know. I guess I can talk to her for a bit though. Um . . . hold all my calls please?'

‘Gladly Bill. It will be my pleasure.'

I stood in front of my door for a moment gathering myself for what was to come. I had resolved to be firm and even harsh if necessary. In any event, I had to know for sure that Megan was on the level with me and not just stalling for time or something else. 

I entered my office to find Megan on my couch, crying. Her back was to me and her shoulders were shaking. Then I saw she had my notepad in hand. The note pad that had the name of a divorce attorney that I was going to call. 

‘Hi Megan. What do you want?'

‘Bill! Oh Bill, I want you. Please give me a chance. I walked away from Greg last night in the airport in Jamaica and the police there had to be called. He was livid with me for leaving him. I had to though. I realized as he drug me out that you were very serious about leaving me. I also realized that I have been like a trapped animal that begs and acts on what the person in charge wants. Oh please say you will give me one chance Bill. Please!'

‘Do you know what you are asking me to do Megan? What if it had been me that had been running around fucking a bunch of women? What would you have done? Taken me back? I hardly think so. I just don't know if it will be worth it to stay together. I will always have doubts about your faithfulness. Doubts also about my performance and our pleasure's in bed. Doubts about you not slipping back into this slut mode again. You had my heart all this time until you began to crush it with Greg like you did. I don't know you at all Megan. I just don't know.'

‘Bill, I have always loved you throughout this. Always. You are my one and only man that I truly love. Please, I'm begging you, just one more chance?  You know he blackmailed me in the beginning. I had no choice. I will die without you. Oh Bill. . . please!'

Jan knocked on the door. I opened it since I was still standing near it. She came in and after a quick glance at Megan, told me that I was wanted in the presidents office. She didn't know what about, but he wanted me there right away.

I looked at Megan and then as I turned to go I told her to wait there until I got back. Jan said that she would stay with her and have a ‘talk'. I got the feeling that Jan was going to give Megan some advice and I wasn't sure how Megan would take it. I hoped that she would at least listen to Jan.

When I walked into the presidents office, I saw the other partners and some board members too. I was unsure as to what to expect, lately having had such a mix of bad and good. I kept my tongue in check and waited for the president to explain.

He didn't explain anything. Instead, one of the board members began to talk.

‘Bill, I understand that you have been through some harsh things as of late. I also am shocked about Greg and what he has been doing over the years while working for us. At this moment legal people are viewing your tape of Megan and him. They are also arranging interviews with the victims. There will be charges brought against him for many things, among them fraud, theft, embezelment and possibly rape, multiple rapes, and sexual misconduct.'

‘What did you mean by ‘legal people' viewing that tape?'

‘A district attorney, and two of our own lawyers are checking out Greg's whole file, his business contacts, his spending and trips, his associations with certain entities that we have found out are shady and may be illegal. Also, they are viewing the tape to see if they could bring charges that he drugged and then had sex with your wife while she was under the influence of those drugs, which makes a rape charge.'

‘So why do you need me here then? It seems that you are well under the way to getting to the heart of this matter.'

‘Well Bill, we have talked it over and had a conference call with the other board members. We want to offer you a different promotion.'

‘Okay. I am afraid I don't understand what you are talking about. If you are thinking of offering me Greg's job I will say that I don't think I would accept that. I am not sure of many things at this time and whatever I do decide to do, I will be needing some time to figure it all out.'

‘Well, we want to offer you a partnership Bill. Not only have you earned it with your hard work and efforts, you have the integrity that we like to see here. This whole thing with Greg is going to be casting a large shadow over our company and we all agree that you are the only person who has the faith and backing of the people in the office. Right now you are being offered the partnership and three weeks vacation with paid travel to anywhere you want to go. For two if you like. Company credit card to pay for it all. No questions asked and no expense to you. Bottom line Bill is that we really need you, even though you may not want to stay with us. We have to try to do whatever is necessary to keep you.'

‘I don't know. I have quite a few problems to clear up at the moment. I just don't know what to say to this new offer. Can I have some time to think it over?'

‘Yes, while we would like your answer as soon as possible, you may take as long as you need. Please know that this offer is to keep a stellar worker and is very deserved too. Not to pressure you too much, but the people you have working for you are depending on you for their livelihood too.'

I left the meeting with a muddled head. My wife in my office, my people depending on me, this whole thing with Greg, the large bonus check, and now they were offering me a partnership on top of it all. My head was spinning. 

I walked into my office to find Megan and Jan still talking. Jan excused herself and left Megan and I alone. 

‘Bill, I have only this to tell you. It is the honest truth. I have really messed up. I have been a slut, even a whore. I have cheated on you, with many men. I am not deserving of being with you or even having a chance to stay with you. All I can say in my defense is that Greg manipulated me with drugs and threats and other things to make me the slut he wanted. I am asking you to go farther that any husband should have to go in forgiving a wife for a transgression. I am begging you to give me one more chance to set things right between us, to be your wife again, you're faithful, loving wife.'

‘Megan, there are so many thoughts and fears in my head at this time. I just don't know if I can deal with what you have done to me, let alone deal with taking you back. I still love you, I know that for sure. I just don't know if we can still be a couple, let alone a happy couple. So many things have happened to us both that we have changed fundamentally in our hearts. I . . . I . . . Oh, this is so hard . . . I want you to come home with me tonight. I may be making a big mistake right now, but I want you at home tonight. I cannot promise we will stay together or anything else for that matter. All I know is I want you at home tonight.'




Megan & Bill



Megan jumped up and hugged me close to her. Her tears began to fall on my shirt as she held me to her. I could feel her heart beating as I stood there. Looking into her eyes I could still see that love she had for me I had once taken for granted. 

Her arms stayed around my body as I slowly brought mine up to hold her. I was numb yet though, and not sure of what I really felt towards her. I knew there was some anger in me yet and pain. What else I didn't know.

We stood there for a bit hugging each other. Then I broke away and asked her to sit in front of my desk. I had to know. The hardest questions were about to be asked by me. I hoped that Megan would be honest and straight forward.

‘Megan, I . . . I need to know. When and how it all started.'

‘Oh. I'm so ashamed Bill. Don't get angry at me please? This is going to be hard on both of us. I don't know where to start.'

‘Try the beginning. When did this all start and how did he get you to do these things?'

‘Remember that barbeque Greg had summer before last? The one that you missed because you had to go to Texas at the last minute to talk to clients?'

‘That long ago? Oh God Megan. That long and I never knew, never even had an inkling of what was going on?' ‘Well, to get on with this, you called me and said I should go to it without you anyway. You thought I would have fun. So I went. I wore that yellow sun dress that day. When I got to the barbeque I saw that there were only a few people there. I almost left, but Greg smoothly persuaded me to stay. I had a few drinks and then we ate. I ended up visiting with almost everyone and was actually having fun. Then, as the day drew on I knew it was time for me to be going. Several of the people had left already and it was getting late.

Greg had been keeping my drinking glass full all afternoon and when I got up to go to the bathroom prior to leaving I found out that I was quite woozy. I knew that I had too much to drink and didn't know what to do. I couldn't drive home like I was. Greg must have known that I was real drunk, especially since he had been feeding the drinks to me all afternoon.

After I got out of the bathroom I mentioned that I should be going home but I needed to call a cab. Greg insisted that he would drive me home if I would wait until everyone had left. Seeing as most of the people had left already and only a few diehards were remaining, I said that I would appreciate a ride home.

Soon, everyone had left. I had thought that one man had gone in and not come back out of his house, but then I could have missed seeing him leave anyway. Greg cleaned up a few things and put away the barbeque grill. Then he called me into the house to see something. Since he had been such a gentleman so far I had no idea of what he was about to do.

When I got in the house he was making me another drink. I accepted, even though I wanted to go home, mostly I accepted it because I didn't want to offend him. As I drank it I began to feel hot and, well, horny. My pussy was tingling and my nipples began to get hard and sensitive. I didn't realize it at the time but he had drugged the drink I was having. It was making me so horny and sexy feeling I just felt like I had to let loose.

He then asked me if I had time for a short dance. Feeling the way I did and being slightly out of it I accepted. As we danced he felt me up and held me in very sexual ways. We went from one song to another and then another. 

At one point we were doing a real sexual bump and grind and I actually began to hump his leg as we danced. This made me hotter and hotter. I knew deep down I should be going, but my body had other ideas.

Greg had been feeding me compliments all afternoon and he was really pouring it on by then. I felt so sexy and so horny I just went along with his suggestions and pretty soon he sat down and talked me into doing a strip-tease.

When I got down to my bra and panties he got back up and started to dance with me. As he did he would reach out and tug on my bra or panties here and there. Since he wasn't attacking me, and I was still under the influence of whatever he had given me, I never paid any attention. Until I realized that he had gotten my bra undone and it was falling off of me. I tried to stop at that point but his words and the music and how I was feeling made me easily do what he wanted me to do.

Pretty soon my panties followed my bra and we were dancing with him dressed and me naked. His hands started to work on my nipples and pussy, and pretty soon I was begging him for relief. He took off his shirt and jeans. Since he wore no underwear, I immediately saw his huge hard cock. I was so hot and bothered by then I just reached out and touched it. As I held it he asked me to kiss it. Soon I was on my knees sucking him. He was gentle and didn't press me to do anything I didn't want to do. He held my hair as I sucked on his cock, taking only a little bit in.

Then he just picked me up and laid me on his bed. I spread my legs . . .oh God this is hard to tell Bill. I'm so sorry. I . . . I spread my legs and he mounted me. His cock filled me so full. I came almost immediately and kept cumming as he began to fuck me. I came several strong times and then lots of little ones. I couldn't understand why I came so much and why I was so horny. Afterwards we lay together and I fell asleep. When I woke up I was home in our bed. I was naked and I also had fresh cum running out of my pussy. I think he fucked me while I was passed out on our bed too.

After that, when I realized what we had done I didn't know what to do. I was mortified that I had cheated on you. I hated myself and him for allowing me to betray you like I had. But to my shame, I remembered how good it had been and how I had encouraged him too.

Then a few weeks later while you were once again out of town, Greg stopped by. He wanted to take me to lunch and talk to me about what had happened. I hadn't realized yet that he had drugged me. I figured I had to much to drink and it just happened.

I knew we had to settle what we had done that day and I needed to make sure he understood it had been a mistake and could not happen again. We went to this out of the way bar. As we ate he got me a drink and pretty soon I was getting woozy again. I knew that this was wrong and trouble, but the effect of the drink soon had me hot all over, just like at his barbeque.

He ended up taking me to his place and this time he was rougher with me. I found that I loved the rough sex. His ‘ownership' of me caused something deep inside me to just let go and let him take charge. 

When he jammed my head down on his cock and held me so I couldn't get away I panicked. I was choking and couldn't breathe. He calmed me down by talking to me and telling me what to do to breathe and relax my throat. Pretty soon I was proud of the fact that I could take all ten inches of his hard cock to his balls. 

I thought at first that you would be so surprised when I gave you deep throat like that, then I knew I could never do that because it would cause you to ask questions about how I had learned to do that. Greg took my pussy hard that time too. At first it hurt, but then after a bit, I really started to love his cock ramming me deep as it was. 

Later, he took my ass even though I put up a hard fight. He had a grip on my hips and held me there as he forced his cock all the way into me. Again, like the deep throat and hard driving fucking we had just done, I was soon begging for his cock in my asshole. I loved the feeling and the pain went away leaving a delicious feeling of nastiness that caused my orgasm to be the biggest one I had ever had. I was cumming for the umpteenth time when he pulled out and rammed his cock into my throat again. I was so lost in my fuck and suck trance I just let him fuck my throat and then I . . . I cleaned him up with my tongue and lips. After he had been in my asshole. I knew that was something only a dirty slut would do. He reinforced that thought in my head and ever since he has called me his slut. Either that or his whore. He rarely called me by my given name. Just slut or whore. The weird thing was the more he called me slut the more I wanted to be one. 

I fell into his trap, and he took me, used me, and left me wanting more. By the time you knew, when you saw . . . when he stripped me at the party that night . . . I had become his slut and I would do anything for him. Even though I loved you as much if not more than always, he had me twisted up in his little scheme so that I hardly knew who I was.

All the sneaking around we did added excitement to it too. He kept up with the words and knew what to say and when to say it to keep me hooked on his sexual pleasure trip. That is how it started and how he kept me Bill. No secrets from me. Is there anything you need or want to know other than that?'

‘Why did you keep doing it for him though. When you were home you would be so loving to me and so straight and narrow. How could you do that and be . . . well such a slut for him?'

‘I don't know Bill. He has this way with words and actions that caused me to want more. So many times I started to tell you. So many times I would look at you and realize that if I did tell you, you would hate me or leave me. Greg had reinforced that impression on me too. I never knew that I could have told you and we might have survived even then. Not until it was really too late. Also he usually slipped drugs into my first or second drink quite often. Those would make me so horny and hot that I had to have relief.

Yesterday I finally realized that he was using me for sex only and that he would toss me aside when he tired of me. I also saw that I had broken your heart. Greg had me convinced that you would buy into the life style I was doing. He had worked on me the whole time with little things here and there. 

He would say things like, ‘Wait until you show your husband how good you are with three men at a time.' Or ‘Your husband would love to watch you fuck other men. He would even join in.' Pretty soon I was believing him about that too. Especially since we had talked about bringing in others to our relationship at one time. I knew that you hadn't really wanted to, the conversation had been about others doing that.' 

‘Since you are being open here, Megan, I have a confession to make too. When you were in that conference room with those men, when they were all on you, in all your holes, I . . . even though I was angry and hurt like you wouldn't believe . . . I had . . . I got . . . an erection. In some sick twisted way, it did turn me on. But I don't now nor did I then want to watch you having sex with others. Not like that anyway.'

‘Bill, it was naked people having sex right in front of you. Kinda like a porno movie like we watch from time to time. You couldn't help yourself. Naked people having sex like we were . . . well, it doesn't surprise me.'

‘It surprised me Megan.'

Megan hung her head. Tears fell again. I could see that she was struggling with all of this. I reached out and took her hand. Looking at me she smiled a rueful smile and then wiped her eyes. 

‘Oh Bill, I so love you and I have driven you away from me. What do we do now? I can't live without you. I want to make it up to you somehow if it is possible. Can you ever love me again like we were before?'

‘I honestly do not know Megan. I want to love you like before but the memories of yesterday and the party . . . you have to admit you have been very harsh towards me. I have been cut to the bone with your words and actions in front of others. All I know is too much has happened too fast for me to digest it all logically right now. Lets go home, get something to eat, and see if we can put all of this behind us.'

‘You want me to come home with you Bill?'

‘Yes, if we are going to try to fix this you need to be with me at home. I don't know what we will do or how this is going to go yet, but I do know my love for you is still in me. It has been pushed back and down, but I can still feel it there.'

‘That is more than I deserve. I'm so sorry about all this Bill.'

I stood up and took her into my arms. Hugging, I found myself kissing her. I didn't know when did it, I just did. I held her for quite a while, then broke away. I could feel anger in me yet too. This was going to be a very hard thing to get over.

As we left the office, I saw Jan smiling towards us. I told her we were headed home for the night. She leaned over her desk and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

‘Remember Bill, it isn't going to be easy to forget, but Megan does love you still. And I think you love her too. Just take it slow and easy. If you start to feel angry or mad, get out and away from her and let your feelings subside before you go back. Trust me on this. Both of you will have strong feelings that need to be aired, but cautiously with lots of care.'

‘Thanks Jan. I will take your advice to heart. I just don't know where this will go from here now though. Um . . . I will be gone for a while. Probably three weeks or so. If anything comes up have Ted take care of it please. Megan and I are taking a little vacation to sort things out.'

‘Ted to handle any problems. Got it. You and Megan try to have some fun while you are ‘vacationing' too Bill. God knows that at least you deserve some fun, and it wouldn't hurt for Megan to have some fun too. See you when you get back.'

Megan and I went home. Once there, we stayed apart, each thinking about our demons. I made up some dinner while Megan was in the bedroom. I had walked up to knock on the door when I heard her crying softly. I just asked through the door if she wanted anything special to eat. She told me whatever I was having would be fine.

I could tell that there had been a wall built between us that was going to be hard to knock down. She was probably sure that at some point I was going to leave her or perhaps get violent with her. To be honest, I didn't know myself what I would do. My thoughts at first had been to leave her and go away to somewhere I wasn't known and start all over. Jan and Albert had convinced me to at least give Megan one more chance.

I made a simple meal and called Megan when it was ready. We ate in silence, me because I had no idea of what to say or do now. It was like two strangers eating at the same table. That discomfort of not knowing how to act or what to do.

After eating, I took the dishes in to the kitchen to wash them and Megan followed me to help. We cleaned up with small talk about the weather and life in vague general terms. Afterwards I went to the living room to read. She followed me and sat as close as she could. I could see that something was on her mind.

I put the book down and waited for her to start the conversation. I knew that we were about to explore all the pain and trouble we had. I hoped that I would be able to control my temper and not over-react.

‘Bill.'

Megan spoke so softly I had to listen hard to hear her.

‘What are you thinking about right now?'

‘Well, I am just numb yet Megan. I have so much to say and ask and yet my anger and hurt are keeping me silent for some reason. ‘What are you thinking?'

‘How much I have hurt you. How much I wish that I had never done what I have done. How much I love you. Oh what I would give to go back to a year and a half ago and make far better decisions about things.'

‘They say that time will heal all wounds Megan. I know that I have some very raw open wounds right now. I also have doubts that they are going to heal at all. I have to be honest with you. What you have done. The ways you have acted. The things you did to me with him . . . them . . . it hurts more than I can stand.'

She moved her chair closer to me and reached out to take my hand in hers. I recoiled at first, then I relaxed a bit and let her hold it. I had mixed emotions about her touch, her nearness, her smell. She was still my Megan, but now I knew that she was a totally different person than I had grown to love and cherish.

Looking into my eyes, she began to talk to me. Her words cut me deeply at first, then I realized she was trying to tell me in her own way how much she truly did care for me.

‘You had begun to work more and more leaving me out of your life. I felt that you were married to your job more than to me. Always gone with this client or that client. Having to go here and there at a moments notice to save the day. I felt a bit neglected. I know that you were doing it so that both of us would benefit in the long run, but still I had that feeling that I was losing you to your work.'

‘I neglected you? I loved you with all my being Megan. Yes sometimes work did take me away for days, but usually I was home every night with you.'

‘You were home Bill, but you had work to do in your office for hours on end most nights. I could see you working over there at your desk, but you couldn't see me sitting right here needing just a few minutes of attention.'

‘Why didn't you ever say anything about your feelings Megan?'

‘I didn't want to upset you. I knew what you were doing was important for your work. After all, you were in the process of trying to save contracts that Greg had almost lost. That, and you were bringing in more contracts at the same time. Many people's jobs depended on you doing your job well. I knew that. I felt it best to suffer in silence and wait for the day that you could spend more time with me.'

‘I never knew Megan. If I had known, I would have made time for you each day.'

‘I know that Bill. I know that. Anyway, one day, matter of fact the day before Greg's barbeque, when you had to go to Texas, I sat at home feeling sorry for myself. I was alone, horny, and sad. I was a prime target for Greg's push the next day, especially after you pushed me to go to his party to begin with. Yes, I was even a bit mad at you for being gone. It all added up to my wanting that which you were not able to give me since you were gone. I can see now that Greg had made you be the one to travel so he could get his grip on me.'

‘Did he tell you that is what he did?'

‘Not in so many words Bill, just his actions after we fought about it all. After the third time, when he brought in other men and made me have sex with them, well, I should be fair and say that he didn't force me, but he did pressure me in his way, he said that he hadn't sent you to the ends of the country so that we would fight about what he wanted. I knew then that he had planned for me to have sex with him and become his slut. Then it got crazy. He had been feeding me a drug in my drinks, and one night he didn't put it in. I still felt sexy and horny. He was telling me what a slut I was and I found that I was responding to his words in ways that I had never dreamed I would find making me feel sexy at all.'

‘He was brainwashing you Megan. It's kind of like the Stockholm syndrome. After his control of you took hold, you began to believe he was a true friend and would protect you and also make you feel good. The sex he had you having also enforced that feeling. I have heard some stuff over the last few days. Someone felt I needed to try to understand why you did what you did in front of me.'

‘Deep inside I knew what I was doing was wrong and a terrible thing to be doing to you. When he told you about that promotion in the conference room that night I had been being fed little ideas about how much you would love to see me fucking other men. Greg had been putting that in my head all along but in the days leading up to the party he had really began to push those thoughts harder. Even though I was sure that I would hurt you, my mind and his suggestions made me hide that little flame of warning and accept those lies he fed me.'

Megan began to cry. I could feel hot tears on my cheeks as well. Greg had maneuvered, pushed, prodded, tugged, and pulled Megan into this. He had used drugs and alcohol to assist him in breaking down her resistance. He had done it all like a professional too.




Megan & Dan



Megan looked at Dan from the doorway as he watched TV. She stepped back into the kitchen where he wouldn't see her and quickly stripped her clothes off except for a black lace bra and thong. Then she tiptoed quietly up behind his big over-stuffed chair. Dan looked up to see what see wanted and grinned. Megan was a nymph and just couldn't seem to get enough of him. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her sideways onto his lap where he proceeded to bury his face in her cleavage. Megan leaned forward so he could unhook her bra and as soon as they were free, Dan began kissing and sucking her nipples. Megan reached underneath her ass and rubbed the growing bulge in his jeans. She sighed as he kissed her neck and the hollow of her throat.

She stood up and began to unsnap Dan's pants. They dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Dan pulled her panties down slowly and then raised her foot to the arm of the chair. He stepped closer and grabbed the cheek of her ass with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other. She could feel his big hard dick pressing against her belly and she rolled her hips into him. He kissed her and slid his hand between their bodies. Her foot was still resting on the arm of the chair so she was open to him. When he thrust his finger into her, she moaned softly. She was so wet and hot. Megan leaned away and grabbed his penis with one hand and spread the lips of her pussy with the other.

Dan thrust forward deeply, amazed at how ready she was. He guided her hips with his hands in a varying rhythm that had her fingernails biting into his shoulders. With one particularly deep thrust, she erupted into orgasm and went weak in the knees. Dan guided her the few steps to the sofa and Megan sat down. He pulled her hips forward until her ass was hanging over the edge and entered her again. He began a slow rhythm of deep thrusts, found her clit with one hand and began to rub it gently and slowly. Megan tensed with another orgasm and when she had relaxed, Dan began teasing her asshole with his finger. Her ass was already wet from the moisture dripping from her pussy so when he pressed forward, his finger slid in up to the knuckle.

Megan whimpered in pleasure and pinched her nipples, rolling them between her finger and thumb. Dan began to move his dick and finger in unison and continued to play with her clit. He stopped rubbing Megan's clit and pulled her hand down her body slowly. He guided her hand and showed her what he wanted her to do. Megan groaned and shuddered as Dan thrust deeply into her. He pulled out of her pussy and pressed his wet dick against her asshole. Megan continued to rub her clit as Dan slid his penis deep into her ass. She began to have a string of continuous orgasms and raised her ankles to his shoulders.

Listening to her moans and screams, Dan knew that he wouldn't last much longer so he put it back in her dripping wet pussy and rammed into her as hard as he could. Megan rubbed her clit faster, thrust up to meet him, and came again as she felt Dan tense above her...

Megan walked into the bedroom where Dan was already removing his clothes. She quickly removed her own and rubbed her nipples while looking him right in the eye. She licked her lips and Dan noticed that she had braided her hair into one long tail down her back. Usually she left it loose because she liked the sexy feeling it gave her when it tickled her nipples and the cheeks of her butt.

Megan just smiled and pushed him down onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed and kneeled between Dan's widespread legs. She gently rubbed his balls with her palm. She leaned forward and kissed one and then the other. Megan licked them gently and took one into her mouth, swirling her tongue wildly. She did the same for his other nut and then kissed each one again. Megan began moving up the shaft of his big penis leaving small wet biting kisses in her wake. She reached the head and licked all around the tip. She slicked her lips with her tongue and took the whole thing in, nearly to her throat. Megan kept swirling her tongue as she moved up and down the shaft and turned her head from side to side so she could tease different parts of his dick with her tongue.

Dan groaned and pulled on Megan's shoulders to bring her up to his level so he could sink his dick into her but Megan had other ideas. She turned so that she faced his feet and straddled his face. She began sucking on him and jacking on his shaft with one hand while she felt Dan attack her pussy with his hands and mouth. He roughly licked her clit and then shoved his tongue as far as it would go. Megan moaned and moved her mouth and hands faster. Dan pushed a finger into her and then used his wet finger to rub her clit faster and faster as he licked her. Then he continued to rub her clit as he speared his tongue into her ass. Megan nearly screamed from the pleasure of it and pulled his dick from her mouth.

Dan pushed her down onto the bed and sucked on her nipples as he pressed the head of his penis against her wet asshole. He didn't enter her yet but kept firm pressure against her hole as he pinched and sucked and bit at her nipples. Megan moved her hands down to her pussy and rubbed her clit as she squirmed, trying to make him give it to her. Dan pressed forward till just the head was inside and stopped. He kneaded her tits with his hands while she rolled her hips in an attempt to take him deeper. He slowly pressed in and out going a little deeper every few strokes. He began grinding his pelvic bone against her clit as soon as he was all the way in.

Megan began pinching her nipples and rolling her hips to match his grinding. He wasn't moving in and out of her now, just pressing deeper every time he ground into her clit. Megan screamed out with yet another orgasm. She pulled her knees into her chest and reached down to pull his penis out of her ass and into her pussy. Dan shoved her shoulders into the bed and rammed into her as deep and fast as he could. Megan locked her legs around his waist and screamed out her biggest orgasm yet as she felt his hot sperm shooting into her...

Megan walked into the house and found candles burning everywhere in the kitchen. She filled her lungs with the perfume of scented candles. A note was taped to the kitchen doorway. She read it as she noticed more candles leading down the hall. "Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you. Follow the candles to me." Megan quickly blew out the candles in the kitchen and hallway, assuming that they would be busy long enough that they would burn down to the holders. They led to the bedroom, which was also aglow with light. She walked in to find Dan reclining against a pile of pillows reading a paperback. He looked up from his reading and grinned at Megan

"How about you get rid of those clothes?" he said. She smiled back and quickly undressed. "Lay down on the bed and close your eyes. Don't open them till I tell you." He told her. Megan knew better than to argue when Dan was in a sexual mood. It would only make her miss out on something really interesting. She complied and resisted the urge to peek. Megan felt a feather light touch brushing her cheek and down her throat. She felt a warm hand and then a mouth on her breast, placing small kisses around and then on the nipple. Megan sighed and arched into the sensation, silently begging for more. The teasing moved to her other breast and she felt the prickle of Dan's mustache. His hand ran down her stomach and between her legs. She moaned when he began to rub her clit. She arched into his hand and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered what his surprise could be. He had been giving her some particularly devious looks lately. Then the pleasure took over and all thoughts fled.

"Don't make me wait any longer." She moaned. Dan moved until he between her legs. He pressed the head of his penis against her and twitched his hips. His fingers moved to her clit and he gently rubbed in a circular motion. Megan was getting wetter and more aroused by the second but he still wouldn't thrust into her. She squirmed and whimpered but it did no good. "Please!" she moaned shakily as he rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy.

"How bad do you want it? If I give it to you now, will you do anything I tell you to?" He breathed the words against her neck. Megan shivered.

"Anything! Anything! Just please hurry! I can't stand waiting much longer!" She nearly screamed the words in her desperation.

"Then you can open your eyes now." And with that he thrust into her deeply. Megan savored the sensation a second longer and then opened her eyes to look at Dan. The first thing she saw, however, was not Dan but her surprise. The nude woman climbed onto the bed beside Megan. Dark hair brushed Megan's nipples and before Megan could protest, the woman kissed her. The woman's tongue ran along Megan's lower lip and Dan began thrusting in and out slowly. Megan's lips parted in a quiet moan and the woman deepened the kiss. The stranger ended the kiss and slid her tongue along Megan's jaw and to the hollow of her throat.

"Who are you?" Megan whispered. Dan responded first.

"This is Katy. I have been trying to find someone you could be comfortable with for a long time, sweetheart. I know you never said that this was what you wanted but I didn't think you would be upset. If you don't want me to participate, that is ok but I wanted to do something special for you and I thought if you knew that I don't mind you would be happy with it. You are a very sexual person and I want you to be completely satisfied. I want you to be happy."

"I want to be your friend too. I want us to be like sisters." Katy said, Megan thought for a moment and knew that Dan only wanted her to be happy. He had never been wrong in the past about what would be right for her. She reached her hands out to both of them.

"Dan, I know you want me to be happy. Katy, I hope we can become friends. This could be the best thing that we have ever done." With that, she pulled Katy closer and kissed her gently. Dan began moving again and she made a quiet sound in her throat. She guided Katy to move up on the bed and straddle her face. She had never done anything like this before but knew that she wanted to try. She began using her tongue to slowly swirl around Katy's clit. Katy pinched her own nipples.

"I have a better idea." Katie stood up on the bed, turned around and faced Megan's feet. Megan understood and guided Katy's pussy back toward her face. Katie leaned forward and began to lick Megan's clit as Dan pumped in and out slowly. He watched the two women in front of him and started moving faster. Megan groaned and licked even faster at Katie's clit. Katie did the same and within moments, both women cried out in passion.

Dan thrust in faster and faster and the women continued to lick and touch each other. He held out as long as he could but watching them was almost more than he could handle. Megan felt him tense and then felt his hot semen spurt into her. She drove her tongue harder into Katie's pussy and Katie licked her clit faster and harder. Both women tensed and cried out. They all untangled themselves and lay down exhausted. They snuggled close and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.