5 comments/ 31035 views/ 4 favorites Meghan's Awakening Ch. 01 By: forentcu Meghan stood silently outside the bedroom door, watching her husband, Craig. She had arrived home much earlier than expected; the anticipated shopping trip had been cut short because the car's touchy ignition coil had once again acted up. Climbing the stairs, Meghan had been about to call out to Craig when she heard the sound of the television coming from the bedroom: moans and grunts, the unrealistic ecstatic dialogue of pornography. She had refrained from speaking and ascended the rest of the staircase as quietly as possible. Now Meghan watched in a kind of horrified fascination: there on their bed, her husband was splayed out spread-eagled, his eyes intent on the small television perched on the dresser, his boxer shorts around his ankles, his right hand slowly but relentlessly squeezing and stroking his penis. And there was something else. His penis didn't look normal; it was hard, but at a strange angle and the whole package was somehow weirdly constricted. Meghan crept closer, actually coming into the room but keeping a hand on the open door, ready to close it quickly in front of her if need be. Now she could see: his penis and testicles were wrapped tightly in some kind of strap mechanism, the balls pulled away from the penis and separated from each other and the cock itself constricted at the base so that it swelled a dark purple without being able to stand at its usual sharp upward angle from his thighs. Meghan noticed, with open-mouthed fascination, that it hung at a downward slant, yet swelled, thick and turgid, as Craig slowly stroked his loosely closed fist along its length, exhaling with a shuddering intensity. As shocked and disgusted as Meghan felt, mentally, something stirred in her, a lightness in her head and a flush of feeling in her thighs that tingled its way, hot and insistent, to the lips of her cunt and centered with a sudden throb at her clitoris. Instinctively, one hand strayed to her crotch while the other held her uncertain balance with a grip on the door's edge. She stole a glance at the television screen as her fingers dug against the fabric of her skirt, searching for a purchase through her panties to the hungry heat in her pussy. The video was something different from the typical fuck and suck skin flick that Craig frequently insisted they view together before sex on Saturday night (against her half-feigned objections.) In this film, a woman clad in skin-tight black rubber that revealed her swollen nipples and puffy sex, had a man, bound at the wrists and ankles, lying across her lap as she inserted some kind of pointed apparatus into his rear end. After shoving the thing in and out of him several times, adding sharp twists on the inward thrusts, she left it buried there and raised her hand to spank him hard on the ass, over and over. The video man squirmed against her thighs and made small sounds of tortured pleasure. Meghan thought he might come to orgasm and realized she wasn't far from that herself, so she withdrew her probing hand but not before her audible intake of breath had seized her husband's attention. Simultaneously, Craig snapped his head in her direction and released his grip on his bound-up penis. Sitting up clumsily, grabbing at the sheets in an ineffectual effort to cover himself, he stuttered her name, tripped over the beginnings of an explanation, then quickly gave up, sighing deeply and looking as miserable and humiliated as imaginable. Still, his organ, trapped in its wrappings, refused to give up its turgidity, waving in defiance of his embarrassment. Meghan wasn't sure what to say or do. They stared at each other, eyes wide and frightened, until, finally, Meghan spoke. "What . . . what do you think you're doing," she managed to choke out, the heat of her arousal still throbbing in her crotch. "What are you watching and what," she gestured at his penis and its paraphernalia, "What the hell is that?" "I'm sorry," Craig squeaked and he started to unwrap his organ, fingers fumbling nervously, his eyes unable to meet hers. "Wait," she said, louder than she had intended. "Leave it there." Craig froze. The only sound in the room was the phony orgasmic screams of a woman on the television who, Meghan realized as she glanced at the screen, was watching the spanking while she masturbated furiously with a huge dildo. Meghan's scalp tingled and her arousal made her knees weak. What was going on here, she wondered but she couldn't stop herself from approaching her husband as he lay there, watching her, his hand still holding the end of the strap that was coiled around his cock and balls. "Tie it back up. Or whatever you do with it," Meghan heard herself say. "I want to see how it works." He complied, tightening the thing even further, making his trapped erection twitch and jump. Meghan took his wrist and wrenched his hand away from the thing and up over his head. She reached down to examine his contraption: a leather thong or shoelace, it seemed, wrapped tightly under his scrotum, between the testicles and around the base of his penis. The end, tucked into the coils around the base of the scrotum, hung down toward his ass. She grabbed it and pulled with increasing pressure, forcing the balls apart and the cock down, creating a tension between its desire to rise in its arousal and the strap's insistent tug. Craig made a strangled moan as she pulled but when she looked up at his face, there was more pleasure there than pain. "Oh, God," he said. "Oh, please . . . don't stop." Meghan was again feeling that mixture of disgust and arousal. "So, this is what you like?" she said, pulling harder. "Since when? In all the years I've known you . . . " She let go of the strap and, for reasons she could no longer figure out and no longer wished to think about, she slapped his erect penis, hard. He drew in his breath sharply. "You're disgusting!" she told him, "You make me sick. You want to suffer? You want punishment? All right, I'll give it to you!" She grabbed his separated, swollen testicles as she spoke and pulled them even farther away from his body. He squirmed and moaned. Meghan had found a way to combine her disgust and anger with her horniness. The more she scolded Craig and punished him, the hotter she felt. The fact that Craig was obviously enjoying it didn't matter; in fact, in some strange way, it made it even more exciting. She was in control, complete control. "Too bad we don't have one of those little things to shove in your butt, like the guy in the movie, huh baby?" she said, looking back at the screen where the man's spanking was, at least temporarily, over. Now he was on his feet, squatting with his legs apart in what looked like a very uncomfortable position. The woman in charge was seated behind him, still shoving the butt plug in and out of his ass while her other hand grabbed his hard on from behind and pulled it roughly back between his legs. Meanwhile, she was ordering him to service the other woman, the one who had been masturbating. He was complying, his face buried in her crotch, his tongue working overtime. Meghan groaned inadvertently and slipped her hand under her skirt. She wasn't surprised to find the crotch of her panties wet. "Turn over," she ordered her husband, "Get on your stomach, you miserable baby. I'm going to play with myself now and I don't want you watching." She shoved at him as he flipped over, his erection poking into the mattress uncomfortably. "Why should you be the only one to have fun?" she said as she pulled off first her skirt and then her panties. She rubbed at her wet pussy with the underpants, feeling her clitoris swell. Now she felt inspired. All inhibitions were gone. "Here, smell these you sorry son of a bitch," she told him as she pushed the wet panties under his head and hard against his nose. She rubbed then into his face as she told him, "Smells good doesn't it? Smells like real cunt. But what do you care about real pussy, huh? You'd rather jerk yourself off watching those whores on video, wouldn't you?" She reached between his legs and shoved his thighs apart. Then she grabbed his tightly wrapped cock and, like the woman in the porn flick, pulled it suddenly back between his legs, squeezing his balls back against his ass. He raised his hips off the bed to let her get at him more easily. "Oh, God, I want to come so bad," he said into her panties. "I wish I could come." "But you can't come can you, baby?" She realized as she spoke what the cock strap was for. "This thing won't let you come, will it? That's too bad. That's really too fucking bad," she said, yanking his prick back even farther, then stroking it fast and hard. "Too bad we don't have another girl here. like in the movie, for you to lick. Too bad you'll have to settle just for me." The idea was in her head now and as repellent as it would be to her normally, it seemed so hot right now that she could feel her juices flowing. Another woman to help her humiliate Craig, to spank him and play with him, to play with herself while she tortured Craig. Her hand was going at her clit furiously just thinking about it. "I feel like coming now so get yourself lower on the bed," she told Craig, grabbing his ankles and yanking him towards the foot of the bed. Then she arranged herself on the pillows just above him. She grabbed him by the hair to raise his head. "Watch!" she ordered as she spread her legs wide and showed him her swollen red cunt while she rubbed in rapid circles around the base of her clitoris. With the other hand, she inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her cunt. She pulled them out slowly. "Hear that," she asked him, "Hear how wet I am?" He could hear - her fingers made a sloppy, squishing sound as she thrust them in and out rapidly, throwing her head back and breathing quickly. He had never seen her so hot. He reached down and grabbed himself, rubbing and squeezing, his cock so hard, so swollen he thought it would explode. Suddenly, Meghan looked down at him and grabbed his arm again. "Stop it!" she told him. "This is about ME coming, not you. Keep your hands off your miserable little prick and watch me!" She added a third finger when she started fucking herself again. Then, when she felt herself about to go over the edge, she shoved all four fingers in, spreading them inside herself, stretching her cunt wider than Craig's cock had ever done. She couldn't stand it anymore. Rubbing her clit furiously, she felt the first rush of orgasm race through her spine. Her cunt grabbed spasmodically at her fingers. She pressed them up inside her, towards her belly and pressed the heel of her hand against her clit. "Oh Jesus. Oh God. Oh fuck me, yes." She couldn't stop herself from shouting. It was so unlike her to make any noise; she was usually too embarrassed even while in the throes of orgasm. But this time was different, so intense, so complete. She had no choice but to let herself go completely. She shuddered as spasm after spasm shook her body. Finally, she leaned back against the headboard, exhausted but strangely invigorated, and slowly withdrew her hand from her tightened pussy. Looking down at her poor suffering husband, his neck craned upward, rolling back and forth on his belly to some how stimulate his frustrated hard on, she brought her hand up to her face while looking into his eyes and inhaled the aroma of her own sex, deeply. "Oh my God, that was good," she said, licking each finger separately, then sucking all four into her mouth, slowly. Then she put her hand down under his nose for him to sniff. "Smells so nice, doesn't it baby? Wouldn't it feel so good to come now? I came, didn't I, baby? I came so fucking good. I came all over my own hand, did you see?" She shoved all four of her fingers into his mouth, forcing them to the opening of his throat. "Did you see how I shoved my whole hand up my cunt? Huh? Did you see that?" She pumped her hand in and out of his mouth, just like she had fucked herself moments before. She told him, "I've never had my cunt so full, so stretched out. When I came, it grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go." Craig breathed frantically through his nose and rocked more violently on his genitals in a vain effort to find release. Incredibly, Meghan felt herself getting turned on again. She rose from the bed and turned Craig over on his back. "I don't think you can make yourself come like that, rolling around on your prick while it's all tied up. But I'm not taking any chances," she told him. "You're NOT going to come, sweetie. You're being punished, remember? For being such a pig. I know!" she said, moving to the closet, "I know what we'll do to make sure you don't come while I'm out of the room." She grabbed four of Craig's ties from the rack on the back of the closet door. First she stuffed her panties into his mouth to act as a gag, then she methodically tied one end of each tie tightly around each wrist and ankle, pulled them taut and fastened the other ends to the bed posts so he was displayed there, spread eagle, his penis still strapped up but, she noticed, drooping a bit. Before she left, she told him, "It's no fun unless that cock stays good and stiff, right on the edge of coming, is it?" and she leaned over and took him into her mouth, sucking his cock hungrily, suctioning with her curled tongue while he tried to talk through the panties in his mouth and wrenched against his bonds. Finally, she released his cock with a loud plopping sound, sucked the head teasingly a couple of more times, squeezed his balls and left the room, saying "Goodbye, sweetie. Have fun!" As she left, it sounded like he was trying to beg her to stay. (Part 2 to come) Meghan's Awakening Ch. 02 Meghan went into the bathroom wearing only her bra and sweater. She was still a little shaky from the intensity of the whole experience, so she sank onto the seat of the john gratefully. The stark, fluorescent light of the room made the whole scene in the bedroom seem unreal, like some kind of fevered dream that couldn't possibly be a real part of her carefully ordered life. Yet when she closed her eyes, she could still see Craig squirming on his belly, pleading with her to let him touch himself while he watched her jam her hand deep into her pussy. When she released a strong stream of urine into the bowl it gave her an erotic thrill as it never had before and she imagined Craig watching her pee while he stroked his painfully erect cock without a possibility of orgasm. She got herself so excited again that when she reached down to wipe herself she felt a jolt at her own touch. And there was something else that kept insinuating itself into her fantasy: lurking there in the shadows of her erotic dream world was another figure, a shady female presence in the shadows of her imaginary room, stroking herself and breathing heavily as she watched the scene unfold. The thought flashed through Meghan's mind that the other woman came forward, squatted over Craig and began to urinate. She opened her eyes quickly and brought her hand away from her genitals, feeling ashamed now in the brutal reality of the light. But that idea of the third party would not go away and, of course, she suddenly remembered, there was the reality of Craig, still bound naked to the bed, gagged with her aromatic underwear, his penis and his balls constricted in that tight, unforgiving strap. Still half-naked, she left the bathroom and walked down the hall to check on him. Standing in the doorway, she could see the pleading in his eyes when he saw her there, although he did not even attempt to speak this time. She sighed and told him, "Not yet, sweetheart. I don't think you've suffered quite enough." But she knew the anger was gone now and there was nothing but the thrill of the game, the rush of control. "Maybe I'll have a little surprise for you soon," she added before closing the door and going into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of wine and picked up the phone. Of all her friends, Carla was the craziest. Her marriage to a local real estate agent had broken up more than a year ago and since then Carla had been known to make the rounds of the area's singles bars. Every time they spoke for more than five minutes, the topic turned to sex. Usually this embarrassed Meghan and she had frequently told Carla so but Carla would only laugh and tell her she was secretly glad to hear those stories, that they were the only excitement in Meghan's life. Once she even accused Meghan of going home and fantasizing about Carla's exploits and despite her protestations to the contrary, it had been true on more than one occasion. Carla answered on the fifth ring. It didn't even take five minutes this time; the first thing she said when she recognized Meghan's voice was, "Sorry it took me so long to answer, hon. I was busy with a great new dildo. Damn, I was so close, too. Now I'll have to start all over. Oh well, at least dildos don't lose their hard-ons like men. That's why they're so much better, don't you think?" Meghan hesitated, then decided to take the plunge. "I don't know," she told Carla, her own voice surprising her with its huskiness, "Craig's been hard now for close to an hour, maybe more. Of course he has some help." Shock kept Carla uncharacteristically silent for a moment, then she sounded eager. "Honey, tell me about it!" she insisted. "What the hell is going on at your house? What's gotten into you?" Meghan told her how she had walked in on Craig and most of what had ensued, including the cock strap and her incredible orgasm. "Don't stop," Carla said, "Jesus I'm about to come in my pants! This is amazing! What's going on now? Where's Craig?" Meghan told him Craig was still tied up, still hard, still horny. Then she added, "The crazy thing is, I'm horny all over again, too. I can't stop thinking about it. And the other thing is. . . well, in the porno movie there was this other woman, watching. . . " She didn't have to say anything more. "I'm on my way. Don't do a thing until I get there," Carla said. "But I'm warning you right now, I intend to do a lot more than just watch!" * * * * * Carla arrived wearing a trench coat underneath which she sported only a black bra, black thong underwear and spike heels. She carried a shopping bag containing her full array of sex toys. To greet her at the door, Meghan had donned a robe but removed her sweater and bra. Carla immediately whipped open her coat to flash her friend but was surprised to be topped by the sight of the naked Meghan beneath the robe. "All right, where is the victim?" Carla asked her when they were finished laughing at each other. Meghan led the way to the bedroom. She told Carla to wait outside and keep silent while she went in and set things up. When she pulled the gag out of Craig's mouth, he gulped in some welcome air and said, "Finally! Honey, please unwrap my cock. I think you're permanently cutting off my circulation." "I'm cutting it off?" Meghan replied, slapping his penis back and forth roughly, "It wasn't I who wrapped it up in the first place, remember?" But she was a little worried about him; his balls were turning a strange, dark color and his penis was purple. Carefully, she uncoiled the leather strap, revealing deep red overlapping lines at the base of the penis. Craig drew deep breaths and tried to reach down to hold his cock, throbbing now from the sudden exchange of blood, but his restraints wouldn't allow it. Meghan took Craig's throbbing penis in her hand, cradling it carefully. Once released from its constriction, it lost that insistent hardness and a stream of lubricant escaped the tip, dripping through her fingers onto Craig's immobile thighs. He groaned and took another deep breath. Meghan knew that she could bring the hardness back; she knew she had control. It was just a matter of keeping his arousal where she wanted it, just this side of orgasm. She didn't need the strapping; she could stop him herself whenever she wanted to. She held onto the sore and frustrated prick and called to her friend, who joined her now on the edge of the bed. "What shall we do with this?" she asked, bouncing it in her palm. Then she turned to Craig. "Well, sweetie, this is like porno come to life, isn't it? Two sexy women and your cock! But in real life, you're not in charge like when you're whacking off. In real life, we're going to use this limp little prick for our own fun." Craig's stopped breathing when he saw Carla standing there in her skimpy black outfit. He couldn't believe his eyes and his penis jerked a little in Meghan's hand. "Turn him over," Carla said, as she reached out to pinch one of Craig's nipples hard between the fingernails of one hand while she slowly stroked her own breast with the other. Meghan complied and the two of them untied his wrists and ankles and flipped him on his stomach. Carla told him to look her way and, to both Craig and Meghan's surprise, she held up a tapered hard rubber device about five inches long. "They call this a butt plug," she told Meghan. "It was a present from a gentleman friend of mine. He liked to see it disappear up my ass but I'm thinking your hubby here might just be ripe for a little plugging of his own, what do you say?" "I think that might be like the thing they were using in the porno this bad boy was watching when I caught him," Meghan told her friend, taking the device and turning it in her hands. "He liked imagining it up his ass while he beat himself off but I wonder if he can really take it. It's pretty damn big down here at the base." She put the plug up near Craig's face. "What do you think, big shot?" she asked him. "What do you think it'll feel like when we ram this baby up your ass?" Craig started writhing on the bed again and Meghan knew he was turned on and, from the look on his face, she could tell that he was also more than a little scared. "Why don't you two use it on each other?" he whispered. "I'd like to see that. I'd really like to see you two play with each other, maybe fuck each other. How about it?" he said, his voice getting stronger and his hips grinding harder into the bed. Suddenly, without warning, Carla leaned in, reached under his belly to grab his balls and cock together in a vise grip with one hand and slapped him so hard on his ass that it drove his face into the mattress. "Are you writing the fucking script here, you cocksucker?!" she shouted as she wrenched his genitals back and forth, squeezing his balls so hard it brought tears to his eyes. "Did you think this was some little game we were playing for you?" She spanked him again, raising a bright red handprint on his ass cheek. "You are going to shut up while your wife and I play. All you'll do is what we tell you to do. Is that clear?" Craig could only try to nod into the bed. Meghan laughed a little in amazement. She got up onto her knees between Craig's legs, putting one hand on each of his red cheeks, kneading them hard. "I can't wait to fuck him up the ass," she told Carla, "How do we do it? Just shove it in?" "No," Carla told her, "His fat virgin ass wouldn't take it. It's going to be too tight. First we'll get some fingers up there to loosen him up, then we'll use some of this to ream it right up there." She pulled a plastic bottle from her bag of tricks. Meghan took it from her. "Hmmm . . . Love Juice Natural Lubricant," she read. "How would this feel on my tits, I wonder?" "It'll feel great, honey," Carla told her. "Squirt a little on me, will you?" and she unhooked the black bra from the front, allowing her two voluptuous breasts to tumble free. Meghan popped the top off and squeezed a stream of the clear liquid onto her friend's chest. Craig felt some of it fall, cold and slick on the backs of his thighs. He turned his head to watch Carla rub the slippery lubricant over her full, heavy breasts, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she let a little moan escape her lips and dropped her head back on her neck, closing her eyes. His wife moved behind her friend, standing at the edge of the bed. She reached around and squirted some of the lubricant down Carla's belly so that it dripped over the rise of her pubis and found its way surely as a stream into the crack of her pussy. Carla let her legs spread wider and the lubricant flowed over her clitoris and through the triangle of the cunt lips. She let herself enjoy the teasing tickle for a moment before it became too much and she had to reach down with both hands, pulling the lips apart, massaging the oil into the inner folds of her sex and rolling her quickly engorged clit in its slippery embrace. Craig watched it all. He watched as his wife drenched herself in the same liquid, rubbed her tits against Carla's back, reached around to caress her friend's breasts from behind. His cock throbbed and his mind was on the brink of orgasm even though his organ hadn't yet recovered completely from the repeated onslaughts. Meghan saw that he was aroused and told Carla it was time for a little pay back fucking. Meghan pulled Craig roughly to his knees and forced them apart. Carla joined her behind Craig and slowly dribbled a stream of the cool lubricant down onto his tailbone, where it found its way into the crack of his ass. The tantalizingly slow tickle of the viscous love juice made him squirm, but the two women held him down, pushing his head into the pillow. "Get that ass up in the air," Meghan told him and gave him a tentative slap on the buttocks. "That's not going to do the trick, honey," Carla said as she raised her free hand high in the air over Craig's quivering backside, then brought it down on his cheek with a loud clap that made Craig jump and cry out in pain and surprise. She raised the hand again, revealing a red welt in the shape of her hand, then brought it down with equal force on the other cheek. "Just to keep it all balanced, baby," she told Craig, leaning in close to his ear. "Now it's wifey's turn to flex her muscles. Get ready big boy," she whispered as she gave Meghan a look that said Let Him Have It! If anything, Meghan's blows were even harder than her friends' had been. She spanked Craig with abandon, landing blow after blow until his ass was bright red and burning hot. She stopped only when her hands were both stinging from the effort and found herself sweating and breathing hard. And she knew it wasn't only from the exertion. That urgent need had returned to the pit of her stomach and, reaching down, she felt her pussy was once again wet and throbbing, the clitoris nearly jumping to meet her probing fingers. "Let's cool that ass down, now," Carla told them. She squeezed a generous stream of the lubricant in Craig's crack and across the fiery cheeks of his ass. Down through the crack, the liquid found its way to his balls, which made Meghan reach in and massage them, a little harder than needed, but the feeling of her hand moving on his genitals made his frustrated organ spring back to attention. Meanwhile, Carla was massaging the lubricant into his buttocks, kneading deeply into the flesh. Then, without warning, she jammed her middle finger into his anus, scraping it with her long nail for an instant before sliding in suddenly and deeply up to the last knuckle. Craig made a noise somewhere between a squeal and a moan and tried to pull himself away from the intruding finger. But Meghan had him by the shoulders and kept him pressed back into Carla's assault. "Yes!" Meghan shouted, feeling the energy surge into her nipples and her cunt. "Shove it in! Finger fuck him good!" Carla twisted the finger back and forth, rotating her wrist quickly and expertly while Craig grunted and moaned, the initial pain giving way to a sensation he hadn't felt before, an exciting, burning charge that shot right through to his erect cock, making it twitch and sending a drop of pre-cum dripping onto the sheet below him. She jammed the finger in and out half a dozen times then added her index finger, wriggling it in past his sphincter muscle before thrusting both slippery digits in to the second knuckle. Craig wanted to protest, started to whine, but suddenly the two fingertips together found their target and his quick intake of breath and surprised expression made both women laugh. "There we go," Carla said, still chuckling. "That's the prostate, the P spot. That'll really get him going." "What do you mean?" Meghan asked, "What's it do to him?" ""Pushing against that little gland feels like nothing else to a guy," Carla told her. "They think they're supposed to hate it, so they pretend they do. But really it drives them crazy. Now hold him still and don't let him touch himself. I'm going to milk this guy dry." "Milk him?" Meghan asked. "What do you mean?" "Just watch," Carla laughed, as she started moving her fingers in small, circular motions deep inside Craig's anus. The captive husband squirmed and squealed and tried to reach down to stroke his cock but Meghan kept a tight grip on his wrists. "Oh please. Please!" he begged to no avail. "Now watch this," Carla said to Meghan, an evil grin spreading across her pretty face. "The cum is going to come out, but it won't shoot out like it does when he usually cums. It will just stream out like it's coming from a faucet, or a short length of hose." She laughed out loud at her own joke. "He won't feel the release of an orgasm.; no rush; no release. Just dripping cum emptying his blue balls." Meghan was furiously rubbing her clit now, three fingers sliding down to her dripping hole, just the tips dipping in, then back up to rub fast little figure eights around her clit, poking out farther than she had ever seen it, almost like a tiny penis. She could feel her orgasm starting, deep in her gut. Meghan's attention to her pussy, however, freed one of Craig's hands and as soon as he realized it, he tried to grasp his cock to make himself finally - oh yes, please! he thought – finally cum. But Carla was too quick. With her free hand, she grabbed his wrist as it descended towards his crotch and yanked it roughly behind his back. This made Craig arch his back and cry out in pain. Just as the sharp pain hit him, his prostate started giving up his semen. It was the weirdest feeling Craig had ever experienced. He could sense the sperm pouring from the tip of his cock but there was no spasm, no moment of orgasm; just the steady dripping of his cum down onto the bed sheet underneath him. Tears filled his eyes. There were tears in Meghan's eyes, too, because she came with a vengeance watching this scene play out below her. Carla finally slid her fingers from Craig's ass and stood up, grinning. "Come on, sweetie," she said to Meghan, "Let's take a shower together. I know you just came, but I could use a good sudsing!" "But what about me?" Craig cried as they left the room. Meghan turned to answer. "Why don't you just lie there in your puddle of cum and think about our new relationship," she told him. "I think this is just the start of something beautiful." Then, cupping Carla's ass cheek in her palm, she left the room.