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From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 01

By: The Big Bopper



I offer my latest story for - hopefully - your reading pleasure and enjoyment … and if you really like it, your votes (no zeros please, just writing a story is surely worth one). This is very different from my previous stories that were mostly in the Loving Wives category. Megan wants to become a loving wife, and in later parts will, but the path is rocky. 

My alternate name for this story is Megan's Sexual Awakening because it traces her life from courting with her childhood sweetheart through a series of sexual encounters with several different men, some good and some bad. 

Book One: Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter One

Megan Brown was born in a small rural community deep into the Australian outback, raised on a farm among the chooks and pigs and sheep. Her only boyfriend was Brandon, who she met at school when she was just 5. He would become her childhood sweetheart. Through her teenage years, Megan developed into a stunning beauty and all of the boys for miles around lusted after the gorgeous 5'5" blonde with the shoulder-length hair and a smile to die for.

Brandon pretty much lusted after Megan too, because they had never actually had sex, a secret that he kept from all but his two closest friends out of embarrassment. To everyone else, he was too macho to admit that he went along with it when his beautiful girlfriend had told him that she 'didn't want to do it until their wedding day'.

Brandon had found that very difficult to cope with … like most testosterone-laden boys growing up, he was naturally anxious to bury his hard erection (which he experienced most days and nights) into Megan's juicy hot vagina. Well, he assumed that it would be juicy and hot, but he couldn't confirm that yet. His girlfriend was having none of that … she was very determined and she kept him at bay.

There had been a lot of kissing and touching - but only of soft skin, nothing that one could called an erogenous zone. In their very slow progression from courting through to marriage, Brandon clearly recalled the momentous nights. Like the night after her 18th birthday … he was going through the usual ritual with Megan out on the back porch of her parent's home. It was a Saturday night and her family had gone to bed around 10 and it was now nearly midnight. They had been kissing and touching each other, but only through their clothes.

Brandon was used to running his hand across her ample 34" breasts, but only over her shirt and her bra, so that when her nipple aroused, he didn't feel much change through two layers of clothing. Most of the time, the farm girl wore denim jeans - not exactly the sexiest garment - so when his fingers trailed up her thighs, it was impossible to feel how soft and feminine her skin became the closer he got to her mound. But his fingers would never get to her mound anyway, she would always place her hand down and block his hand before it reached the tops of her legs.

But on this night, the newly 18 year olds had been out to a dance in town and Megan had worn a pretty feminine dress. She was rarely seen in anything but jeans. When they had got back to her place, she suggested that she should change into her jeans, but Brandon discouraged her. Now he was to be glad that he had.

They had been kissing in a two-person swing seat on the porch with just the moonlight for illumination. Brandon had thought from the start of the night that he detected a slight change in his girlfriend. Megan had been particularly enthusiastic in their tongue kissing this night and he decided that he would make his usual attempt to get his hand or mouth into her clothes somehow, either up top or down below. Her dress buttoned down the front from the demure collar to the waist so while his lips and tongue were busy at her mouth, he sent his fingers to start releasing buttons.

He felt movement on her part and feared that her hand was about to slide up to restrain his fingers at her buttons, like she normally did. But instead on what was to be this special night, she just shuffled her body back more comfortably into the swing seat and brought the moving hand around to place behind his head. Encouraged by her lack of resistance - in fact, rather by what seemed like acceptance, Brandon kept on unclasping buttons until her dress was open right down to her waist. 'Does she not know what I'm doing?' he wondered, knowing how determined she normally was to stop him getting his fingers or lips anywhere near her uncovered breasts or pubic mound. Only the palm of his hand over two layers of clothing had been acceptable on her breasts in the past.

Nervously, he eased back the two sides of her dress and placed the fingers of one hand on her bare skin, just above her bra. Megan just gave a little moan through the clamped open duelling lips and tongues of their enduring kiss. His right hand touched the top of her bra, he hesitated expecting a reprimand but none came. His fingers moved on, tracing across the sheen of a material that felt so sheer that through it, he was sure that he could feel any blemishes on the smooth skin of her sloping left breast. His fingers kept sliding down over the soft shiny fabric until he touched her nipple, evoking another moan from her clamped lips.

Now working on instinct and trying to recall the descriptions his mates had told him of their earlier explorations of their girlfriends, his fingers settled at her nipple and, ever so gently, began to circle around and around it, feeling it grow within the confines of her bra. That wasn't all that was growing, his cock felt huge, trapped as it was within his underpants and tight jeans.

Brandon was ecstatic that Megan seemed to be allowing the ground rules to change, but he knew that he must now step carefully so as not to scare her off before establishing any new boundary. He was doubtful that they would get to go all the way tonight, but maybe her long-held stance on no sex before marriage was weakening.

The moaning from Megan through their kiss was now almost constant and Brandon was left in no doubt that she was enjoying his touch … but how to move on to the next stage without scaring her. Cautiously, Brandon pulled his mouth away from hers, allowing her now freed mouth to express her moans louder. But his lips never left her body, they just travelled down to her neck and he desperately tried to find that sensitive spot that makes all humans go weak at the knees when a lover's lips touch it.

He must have found it because her short moans changed to a long drawn out loud sigh and the hand that was at his head slipped down and grasped his arm. Brandon feared for a moment that her hand was sliding down his arm to pull his hand away from her breast, but instead she ran her hand up and down along his arm, seemingly in encouragement. Having been successful at her neck in weakening her resolve, his mouth moved steadily down, applying soft wet kisses on her bare skin until his lips reached the top of her bra.

His lips plunged on quickly, tracing across her smooth breast skin until his mouth pushed his own hand away from her nipple and his slightly parted wet lips devoured it through the satiny sheen of her skimpy bra. "Umm, that feels so good, but you better stop," she instructed, realising that she had let this go much further than she had ever previously allowed. "Mum might get up, I'd hate for her to se us doing this."

"Just a little bit more," he managed to mumble through his oral assault on her nipple, afraid to pull his lips away for fear he wouldn't get them back there. "You like me doing this, don't you?"

"Yes," she answered breathlessly, "…but I'm worried that I could like it too much. I've never felt anything like this before." Her words paused while she let out a huge sigh. "How did you learn for your mouth to do this? You haven't been practising on someone, have you?"

"No way," he mumbled again, his tongue now joining his lips in painting her erect nipple through the sheer bra. "I just listen to my mates talking about things they've done … they've all gone much further than we have."

"Yes Brandon, I know that … my girlfriends have told me what they've let them do. I just think it will be so nice, so special for us to discover all of that on our wedding night."

His previously busy hand that had started all of this activity at her breast many minutes ago was now idle, replaced by his adventurous mouth. He let his hand run down over her dress, all the way down to the bottom hem and his fingers lightly touched her bare knee. He left his hand resting there for a moment, not wanting to alarm his girlfriend while she was in such an exploratory mood.

"Brandon…" she asked in that tone she used when she wanted something from him.

"Yes Megan," he again mumbled through the lips clamped around her nipple, afraid that she was about to tell him to stop right now.

"We can't let this get out of hand so we are going to have to stop soon," she paused, wanting his acknowledgment that he would stop when she told him to. "Okay?"

"Yes, sure Megs," that was his affectionate name for her. He was agreeing simply because at this moment, he would agree to anything … probably even to cutting off his left ball if it meant that she would agree to fondling his right one. He loved the feel of her aroused nipple under his lips, even though the flimsy material of her bra still separated them.

"Could you do the other one too? I want to see if it feels as good."

Brandon was stunned that she was actually asking him to apply his kisses to her other nipple, at least that's what he thought she meant. He pulled his mouth up off her left breast and stared down into her dreamy eyes. "You mean kiss your other tit, do you?"

"Brandon," she sounded cross, "please don't call them that, it sounds so course." But even as she was admonishing him for describing her breast as a tit, he watched fascinated as she raised a hand and pulled her dress back completely off her other breast. This move caused the dress to fall completely off her shoulders, now held up only at her elbows. She was now bared almost to the waist, except for the bra that Brandon thought looked so sexy. Now that he could look down at her body in the dim light on the porch, he could see that the material of her bra was indeed so sheer that he could clearly see her nipples through it.

Megan's hand slipped under her other breast, cupping it up for Brandon and he didn't hesitate now, his mouth dropping onto it quickly, his tongue and lips busy lapping at her nipple through the flimsy material. She closed her eyes to better appreciate the pleasure, but Brandon couldn't see that as he swiftly brought her second nipple up to the same state of arousal. She began making quite loud moans of sexual pleasure and Brandon worried that she might wake her parents. With no neighbours for miles, the rural night air was still and silent.

Seizing this moment where she appeared to be ready to venture further than ever before, Brandon shifted the hand that had been resting on her knee, slipping it up under the dress. His fingers traced up the inside of one thigh, his touch surprisingly soft and gentle, considering his urgent state of arousal. After proffering her second breast for his kissing and sucking, both of her hands had closed over his head and she was using them to steer his mouth alternatively from one engorged nipple to the other. 

Brandon figured that he would know if she was about to stop his hand's progress on her inner thigh because he would feel one or both of her hands leave his head. They never did. His fingers inched their way up under her dress, the tips of his fingers so softly touching her smooth soft skin until he figured that they must be barely an inch from where he had never been. Stopping his fingers progress, he switched to the other inner thigh and applied the same soft touch, dropping back down a little way, then up again, then alternating between the two.

Any moment now, Brandon expected her hand to swoop down from atop his head and stop him and for Megan to unleash her wrath at him for trying to take advantage of her. But to his utter amazement, all he felt was her thighs voluntarily parting, spreading wide, seemingly to allow his fingers to progress further. Invited in as he was, Brandon didn't hesitate and his fingers slid the last inch until they gently touched the crotch of her panties, the only covering now separating his fingers from her most treasured vagina and clitoris. He knew those words from biology books and he knew the more descriptive words like cunt from his mates.

Again recalling what his mates had told him, Brandon pressed his middle three fingers together and slid them up and down over her pantie-covered mound a couple of times. Through the pad of his fingers, he could just make out the outline of her labial slit through the cotton of her panties. He was just getting into a rhythm against her still covered slit, applying a little more pressure, when Megan suddenly clamped her thighs tightly shut. 'Has she suddenly realised where I've got my fingers or did she just want to experience what my fingers felt like touching her there? Is she stopping me now?' Brandon was confused, these thoughts raged through his head as he tried to continue concentrating on his oral assault on her two nipples.

Whatever the reason for her suddenly clamping her thighs tightly together, what it achieved was holding those three fingers of his tightly against her mound with no chance of his withdrawing them … as if he wanted to. For a moment, Brandon didn't know what to do, or indeed what she wanted him to do. 'If she doesn't want my fingers touching her there, she could use her hands to pull them away,' so with that thought convincing Brandon, he determined to leave them there. 

Then, as her encouragement of his mouth devouring both of her nipples showed no sign of abating, his emboldened fingers began wriggling around and he found that she relaxed her thigh muscles just enough that he could wriggle them up and down again along the length of her clothed slit.

"You have to stop now," Megan told him breathlessly, her voice sounding quite different, almost trancelike and Brandon knew that his kissing and his touch were affecting her strongly. Neither his mouth nor his fingers eased up. "No Brandon, please stop!" Her breathing was loud and laboured. "Oh please, honey … don't do this to me."

Brandon did not intend to stop because of mere words, she would have to use her hands to push him away … if she could. He knew that she would be angry with him later if he made her do something that she didn't want to do, but now, nothing else mattered. He was driven by his rampant desire.

Just when it looked like she might have given up all resistance, her hands tightened around his head and she forced it up and away from her breasts, holding his face above hers while she stared up into his eyes. At the same time, her thighs had clamped shut again, trapping his fingers against her mound.

"Brandon, we could keep going now, it would be so easy. You have made me feel that I want you so badly tonight, but I couldn't live with that in the morning. You know I would blame you for robbing me of my greatest wish … to be a virgin for you on the night we marry. This is as hard for me to do as it is for you, but if you love me, you'll stop now."

Brandon had no idea what to say or do, he was hovering moments away from sexual release. While his fingers and lips had been working at seducing his girlfriend, his trapped cock, caught within the confines of his tight jeans, had been making thrusting moves. He had not wanked off all week and so he had started this night, desperate for a release … his confined hard-on felt so close to erupting any moment.

Although his desire demanded that he push her hands away, tear her clothes off and ravish her, Brandon knew that their relationship would never be the same if he did. She still held his head in her hands tightly as her eyes implored him to acknowledge her. Megan's face showed fear … she looked like she was terrified that he wouldn't stop.

Finally and very reluctantly, he nodded his head affirmatively, and she took her hands away. Her thigh muscles relaxed, her legs parting again, but he left his fingers there, his eyes still looking down into hers. "Can you move your hand please?" she asked, a look of embarrassment on her face.

He pulled his fingers free of her mound and moved them straight to the bulge in his jeans, pushing and pulling until he had successfully shifted his hard erection until it now pointed upward toward his waist, easing the cramped pressure that he had felt.

"Are you alright?" she asked him, her eyes having followed his manipulation of his hard penis through his jeans. She was curious and not very aware of what guys went through at times like these. Her girlfriends had told her about the pain of blue balls and the fact that guys needed to release their cum regularly.

"I will be, when I get home," he told her, implying that he would need to effect some manual relief.

"Oh, you poor baby," she said and Brandon was stunned when she placed one hand directly onto the rigid bulge in his jeans. "Will this help?"

He should have told her 'No, I'll look after it later.' Or maybe he should have just unzipped and whipped it out. But his arousal was so pent up, so on the verge, that when her hand touched him through the jeans and when it started to slide, almost expertly, up and down the underside of his shaft, he just mumbled a loud "OH YES!" Then, his breathing quickened and he shouted another "YES!" and he felt his jocks filled moistly as his cock spewed forth his released cum. There would be so much of it that it would leave a stain on the front of his jeans.

"What happened?" she asked naively, watching the emotion of his release on his face and then having him pull her hand away.

"You just made me cum and I feel a whole lot better … thank you!"

So that was established as the new boundary in Megan and Brandon's 19th year. He would kiss and fondle her breasts through her bra, he could place his fingers on her crotch, but outside her jeans … or outside her cotton panties on the rare occasion that she wore a dress. Brandon took up washing his own jeans, so that his mother wouldn't ask about the cum stains that reappeared on them at least once a week.

Chapter Two

It would be six months more before the boundaries moved again. It was the night of their engagement party, Brandon borrowed his dad's car so that he and Megan could drive their best friends, Mary and Jim, home to their respective farms. Brandon and Megan sat in the front bucket seats of the four-door sedan while the other couple cuddled up in the back. They hadn't even reached the main road for the 10-minute drive to Mary's house when Jim spoke from the back seat, "Drive slowly please, Brandon."

Both Megan and Brandon were curious and surprised by the request and she spun around in her seat to ask why. There were no streetlights but the moon was full and there was sufficient illumination for Megan to see her best friend leaning back into the corner of the back seat, hiking her dress up to around her waist. Jim was hooking his fingers into her panties and he hauled them straight down her legs and off over her ankles.

Freed of the panties, this good Catholic-raised lass Mary spread her legs as best she could in the confines of the back seat of a moving car and Jim quickly shifted around to move between her legs. As he did, Megan caught sight of his erection in profile, it was the first one she had actually seen in real life and she unknowingly stared as the couple moved to join their bodies. Megan's gaze lifted … over the back of Jim's shoulder she saw her best friend Mary's eyes partially closed, staring back at Megan. Mary's eyes closed and she smiled as Jim eagerly thrust his hard-on forward into her and it took a moment for Megan to register that what she had just witnessed on Mary's face was her reaction to the entry of Jim's penis into her body.


From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 01



"Easy honey, not too quick," Mary told her boyfriend and Megan couldn't tear her eyes away from this absorbing scene. The car nearly ran off the long gravel driveway because Brandon's eyes were glued to the rear-view mirror, also watching this carnal scene. Mary's eyes were still closed as she moaned appreciatively and Megan detected that Jim's body had moved and she realised that he may have pushed his entire erection into her girlfriend's body.

As Jim settled into a very satisfying rhythm for them both, Mary opened her eyes. She frowned when she saw that Megan was still turned around in the front seat watching them. "I don't usually have an audience, Megs … are you going to watch us all the way to the end?"

Megan went scarlet with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Mary" and she spun back around to face the front of the car. They had reached the main road, but Brandon was driving slowly as instructed by Jim. This allowed him to keep checking out the action through the mirror. Having been admonished by Mary, Megan could only sit upright in her seat, looking out the front windscreen, but hearing every groan and grunt of the young lovers in the heat of passion just behind her.

Jim seemed to put in a good effort despite the cramped conditions and within minutes, the sound of the car engine was drowned out by Mary's orgasm. She certainly was vocal in the build-up, regularly screaming Jim's name and adding phrases like "Feeling good" and "I'm nearly there" and "Come with me, Jim" and finally "I'm coming". 

Megan pressed her hands together and pushed them into her lap, pressing them firmly against her mound. She wore a dress tonight for this special occasion and she so wanted to pull her dress up and press her clenched hands against her bare upper thighs and against her pubic mound. Brandon stole a glance across at his new fiance and noted the placement of her hands, assuming that she may have an itch down there from being greatly affected by the sound of their friends making love. Megan then had to listen to Jim's equally loud grunts as she assumed that he was releasing his cum into Mary. Megan wondered if the cum was actually pooling deep up inside Mary, or was Jim wearing a condom to protect her from an unwanted pregnancy. Megan stored that question up to ask Mary tomorrow.

Megan was so embarrassed by Mary admonishing her for staring at her while Jim fucked her that she never turned around again. She sat upright, looking straight ahead, even as Brandon pulled into Mary's place and Mary got out. "Bye Megs, catch you tomorrow," said Mary cheerfully as she slammed the car door behind her. Megan wondered how she could even look at her friend tomorrow after witnessing Mary and Jim doing it.

They dropped Jim off at his parent's property and then Brandon steered the car back toward Megan's homestead. He turned off the road and headed down the mile-long gravel track that led past their paddocks to the house that was buried deep in the property. Megan was surprised when Brandon brought the car to a halt only partway along and he turned off the headlights. They were close enough to her house to see the lights.

"What are you doing?" asked Megan, turning her head to face Brandon, the first time her head had moved since Jim began fucking Mary in the back of the car.

"I thought we could make out here, in the car. Your family's going to be still up, so we won't get much privacy on the back porch."

"What if they saw the car coming and you turning the lights off, they'll know we're here."

"Megs, when we left, everybody was on the other side of the house, they're probably still there, winding down from our party." He turned in his seat to face her, "How about Jim and Mary, wasn't that something?"

Megan couldn't look at Brandon if he was going to discuss what they had both seen, she turned her head away. "I can't believe that they would do that in front of us."

"Honey, we both know they're doing it, Jim tells me about it and I'll bet Mary fills you in on what Jim does for her. I guess they were both desperate for it and couldn't wait until they can get together next week."

"I've just never been close enough to see and hear people really doing that … I'm just shocked. I mean, I've seen it in movies, but that's not real."

"What is it that shocked you?"

"Just that Mary had no shame, she had her dress up before we'd pulled away from my house … and that they would do it with us in the car too."

"Well, I guess they didn't have long, Megs … it's only a ten minute drive to her house. Boy, she sure sounded like she enjoyed it, did you hear her coming?"

Megan was blushing at the memory, but Brandon couldn't see her face turning red in the moonlight that poured in through the car window. "Yes," her voice had trailed off, so that her answer was barely audible.

"Jim had boasted how he could make her come, but the sound of that … man, that was something else. I can't wait to do that for you sometime."

Megan steeled herself to turn her head back to look at him, "And at the end, Jim sounded just like you do when I touch you."

"Yeah, but you only touch me through my jeans, I bet that I could sound more appreciative if you actually touched my cock. Megs, it's just not the same touching through clothes, can't we at least touch each other skin to skin?"

"You mean take our clothes off?"

"Yes … or at least push them aside or something."

"I don't know, it would be much harder to stop if there were no clothes in the way."

"Oh shit Megs, why do we have to stop? We're engaged now, we'll be married sometime this year, couldn't we do it just like Jim and Mary?"

"I won't have this debate with you again, I've told you time and time again how I feel … I hoped that you would respect my wishes. I want to be a virgin for you on our wedding night, nothing you say can change that."

"Okay," conceded Brandon and he reached for her to come over into his arms for them to kiss. It was difficult making out in the bucket seats with a gear stick and a handbrake in the middle console. "Can we get in the back, Megs?"

She looked indignant, "What for?"

"Just for comfort, this stuff in the middle is digging into my leg."

"Why don't we just give up and drive back to the house, maybe they've all gone to bed."

"I wouldn't think so, judging by all the lights that are on. Come on honey, just climb over into the back."

Megan hesitated for fully a minute and neither spoke, but eventually she turned to move. At first, she tried to squeeze between the gap in the front bucket seats, but when that didn't work, she clambered headfirst over the top of the seat. As her head and upper body dropped down the other side into the back of the car, her dress tumbled upward, exposing her legs all the way up beyond her knee. Brandon moved quickly to look, catching sight of her whole upper thighs and panties beyond as her legs tumbled down into the back behind the rest of her body.

"That wasn't very ladylike, was it?" she gasped as she realised that she had exposed her whole lower body to his eager eyes in getting over the seat. "I should have used the doors."

"No you shouldn't, that did wonderful things for me," said Brandon as he too clambered over into the back seat, moving to sit alongside her. Now they could press their bodies together as he moved to embrace and kiss her, their lips mutually parting and their tongues entwining. While Megan may be determined to wait on the full sexual encounter, she was nonetheless an enthusiastic and passionate kisser.

In the past six months since that 18th birthday breakthrough, Brandon had become accustomed to unbuttoning or unzipping whatever clothing Megan wore on her upper body. So it was not unexpected that within a minute of their long kiss beginning, his hand went to the back of her neck and his fingers manipulated the zipper of her dress downward, sliding it all the way to her waist. Then his hand went back to the neckline and pulled the material forward. They had to mutually break the kiss for Brandon to slide the dress down and completely off her arms. 

Since the previous breakthrough in their relationship, Megan had no trouble with reaching this state of undress, it had become the norm for them. He resumed the tongue kissing for a short time, but then his lips left hers and strayed down over her neck, pausing to place a love bite safely below the line of her collar, then his lips moved quickly over her bra-encased breast, swiftly devouring her already engorged nipple.

His mouth moved enthusiastically from breast to breast, loving first one nipple, then the other, showing no favouritism. All the while, Megan moaned her appreciation. But this night, whether driven by the sex act they had heard and witnessed, or motivated by his comments about touching bare skin, his right hand slipped around to Megan's back and he fumbled at the clasp of her bra. He managed to get it open remarkably quickly, possibly catching her by surprise. After all, he had fumbled with her bra clasp before, only to be repelled by his now fiance.

Through his lips on her nipples, he felt the tight confines of her bra between them loosen and his hand came around quickly and pulled the material up and away from her breast, exposing them both nakedly to his sight for the first time in the moonlight. They were a perfect pair, the smooth skin sloping down and out on each to where the erect nipples stood out proudly. No sag at all underneath … nor should there be at her age, although her country life jeans and shirt upbringing didn't always include a bra. 

His head dipped down toward her breasts again and for their first time ever, his lips came directly into contact with her bare nipples, this time there would be no barrier to his sucking and kissing. He suckled on her nipple enthusiastically and Megan reacted loudly with an eager, "Oh, God!" Her hands shot up, not to repel him as he feared, but to grasp his head firmly to her breast. "Oh yes, don't stop! That feels so good!"

Encouraged and eager to press on with his advantage, Brandon's hand shot down to the zip of his jeans and he released them quickly, reaching into his jocks to extract his now solid hard-on. She wasn't aware what he had done - yet! It stretched out strong and firm from his body, but not yet in contact with hers.

His hand then went directly to her bare knees and shifted up under her dress. As he had done on the few occasions that she had worn a dress in the past six months, he confidently ran his fingers ever so softly up along her inner thighs, alternating from one to the other, retracing downward as well as up. Brandon wasn't about to waste much time this night and when he felt that part of her thighs at the very top, where they almost touch, he pushed his fingers beyond and came in contact with her panties covering her pubic mound.

But this time when he touched there, he discovered that her panties were damp … no, they were not just damp, they were sopping wet. Brandon figured that they had probably got wet while she watched the start of Mary getting fucked by Jim. Megan willingly spread her legs without any effort on his part and he rubbed his fingers along the slit … he could just feel the outline of it beneath the damp cotton panties.

Brandon felt her hand leaving his head and he panicked, sensing that she was about to put a stop to his fingers' invasion. He wanted to break off kissing her breasts to plead his case, to implore her to let him touch her down there, maybe even finger her. But he didn't because he wanted to maintain his lips and tongue initial contact with her exposed naked nipples.

Sure enough, her hand went down between her legs but instead of grasping his wrist and pulling it away from her crotch as he expected, she just nudged it aside. Her fingers reached in and took a hold of the opening of one leg of her panties and pulled it across to one side, exposing her entire mound to his naked touch for the first time ever. 

"You can touch me there," she said huskily through her laboured breathing. Brandon was stunned, his fingers shifted back and for the first time ever touched that spot that he had only ever dreamed about making contact with.

Megan's fingers stayed there, holding the crotch of her panties to one side while two of his fingers slipped in and slid among the wetness, detecting that her labia lips were already spread from her arousal and his fingers made contact with the inner lips. Megan sighed loudly and Brandon didn't know if it was from his oral assault on her naked nipples or his digital assault on her tender, deepest pleasure zone. His fingers slipped up and down the long wet open nether lips … he quickly detected that her loudest sighs and moans came when his fingers were at the top of her sexual crease. Right there, he found a little wet bud - her engorging clitoris and every time that he touched her there, she moaned loudly.

Brandon stroked his two fingers over and around her sensitive clit and quickly discovered that Megan was lost in some sort of delirium. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her head going from side to side, her eyes clamped shut while his lips and tongue worked feverishly at her nipples and his fingers intensified the pressure at her clit. Amidst the moans and sighs from her, the only words she uttered were her simple words of advice, intended only to increase the pleasure that she sensed was now imminent. Words like, "Not too hard" and "Oh, a bit faster" and "That's enough … that's just right … just keep doing that."

Brandon detected that her breathing and her sighs and moans were now identical with what he had heard from Mary just seconds before she came on the end of her Jim's hard cock. Brandon just kept his fingers rotating, following Megan's directions to the letter, until with a final girlish shriek, her body erupted in rolling paroxysms of pulsing releases. Megan's lower body lifted clear off the back seat of the car, suspended in mid-air as her pubic area reacted with spasmic thrusts. He did well to keep his fingers pressed firmly to her wet mound throughout her rolling orgasm, unable to continue his fingers' movement … but then she didn't need that any more. Her pleasure had been achieved.

They stayed that way for several minutes, he still had his lips pressed to one of her nipples, but his sucking and licking had stilled to just holding his lips there. At last, ashamed, she spoke "I shouldn't have done that, it was wrong."

"Holy shit, Megs, how can it be wrong?" Brandon muttered, exasperated at her guilt. "You were unbelievable, that was awesome. Don't tell me you don't feel good after that."

"I feel great, but we really shouldn't be doing this."

"Why, I didn't stick it up you, for God's sake. You just had a fuckin' orgasm."

"Don't swear at me."

"Well, at times, you really piss me off. There's nothing wrong with feeling good … sexually I mean."

"I guess so," she said, looking into his eyes, smiling again, now composed. "I guess I had better do something for you," she said, the hand that had been holding her panties aside, let them go and they fell against Brandon's fingers that were still glued to her wet mound. Her hand felt around for where she expected to find his hard bulge in his jeans, but it recoiled when she touched the skin of his hard shaft. "Oh, what's that?"

"What do you think it is?"

"What's it doing out though, when did you do that?"

"While I was kissing your tits … err, I mean nipples. Before I started touching you down there."

Brandon had corrected himself, so Megan let it go. She really did hate the use of some of those words that were used to describe intimate body parts. Her fingers carefully traced along his circumcised shaft, discovering the uneven surface and then finding the ridge behind the head. She stole a glance down and saw his erection bathed in the moonlight. Her fingers came down over the head and she gasped when her fingers were coated in the seeping clear liquid that had been oozing from the head for some time. 

"Have you come already?"

"No Megs, that's just the pre stuff that makes it easier for sliding in … that's for people who have real sex."

She chose to ignore his dig at her values. "Feels nice and slippery," she said as her fingers rolled around and around the head of his cock, lathering it up for her touch. Her fingers now really wet, she slid them back along the underside and watched his face, seeing his eyes close with pleasure, knowing that she held the core of his release in the palm of her hand. She did not disappoint, rolling her fingers up and down the shaft and around and around the head until she heard his breathing signal that he was close.

"Are you going to come for me? Can you come for your new fiance?" she teased him sexily, a new development in their relationship. He responded in kind, spurting out his cum and shocking her with its velocity as globs of cum spattered across her hand and onto her dress and the car seat.

They had reached a new level of intimacy that had set a new boundary … this one would stay right up until their wedding day.

Chapter Three

One week before their marriage, Megan and Brandon each went through that pre-wedding ritual … going out with their friends to celebrate the end of their single life. In Australia, they are called Buck's Night and Hen's Night. Megan's gathering with girlfriends was rather tame, but Brandon's night was held in the back room of a cheap hotel in the middle of town. 

There was a lot of drinking, but actually not by Brandon, who had never been much of a drinker, unlike all of his male friends who were working their way through an 8 gallon keg of beer. About 10pm, his good mate Jim - one of only two of Brandon's friends who knew of the chaste relationship between Brandon and Megan - called for silence to make an announcement.

"Hey, quiet everybody … I need your attention." Jim swayed a bit on his feet, well affected by the number of beers that he had consumed. At last there was silence among the 15 young men in the room. Jim held up one hand. "In this hand I hold a room key and I am about to present it to our mate Brandon. This poor bloke has never got his cock inside a woman's cunt because his lovely fiance Megan wants to save it for their wedding night."

Brandon, who had only consumed one glass of beer all evening, went red with acute embarrassment, he had never told his other friends about Megan's desire to present herself as a virgin to him on their wedding night. Now, Jim in his drunken state, had blabbed to everyone in the room. This being a small community, Brandon knew that by the end of the next day, nearly everybody in town would know and the story would have come back to Megan and her parents. Already as he surveyed the room, he could see stunned faces looking back at him and a rumbling of surprise spreading. Brandon reached for a full glass of beer off the table and chugged it down. "Thanks a lot, Jim," he yelled at his good friend.

Jim was oblivious to what he had revealed, mistaking Brandon's sarcastic thank you … he ploughed on with his short speech. "That's okay, good mate of mine. So Brandon, old friend, the committee of good pals that has organised this buck's night for you is going to hand you this key. In room 14 down the hall is a gift from us so that you can learn tonight what you've got to do to Megan next Saturday night."

The room filled with raucous laughter and several of the guys grouped around Brandon, hitting him on the back and urging him on with comments like "Go for it!" "Get it in her!" "Have a couple of goes for us!" Brandon could only assume that some woman must be waiting for him in Room 14, did he really want this so close to his wedding?




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 01



Jim stepped over to Brandon and thrust the room key into the palm of his hand. "Go for it, my friend, she's all paid up and she knows to do whatever you want."

"I don't think I should, Jim … Megs might get to hear about it."

"Hey nonsense big fellow, none of us are going to tell her. This is a secret society of your good friends," his words slurred as he spoke, "…who are dedicated to getting you laid tonight."

Nervously, Brandon reached across to the table and grabbed another full glass of beer, gulping it down. He had already consumed more in one night than ever before. "I don't know, Jim. Who is it anyway? Is it a whore? I didn't think we had any brothels in this town."

"It's not a whore, Jim … it's much better. She's just a woman who likes to fuck … and tonight you're a guy who desperately needs a fuck. I've left some condoms in there on the table, better use them, we don't know how many men she's been with over the years."

Brandon was reluctant, "I don't think so, Jim … it sounds like a bad idea to me." He tried to hand the key back to Jim, but his mate was having none of that. 

Jim picked up another glass of beer and thrust it into Brandon's hand. "Sounds like you need a bit of courage," and Jim pushed Brandon's hand holding the full glass up to his lips. Brandon chugged another one down.

Brandon's head spun from the effects of the sudden surge of alcohol into his body. Jim turned him around and propelled him out the door and down the hallway to the door to Room 14. Jim took the key from Brandon's hand and fitted it to the lock, turning it. "Wait, who is it?" asked Brandon anxiously.

"Her name is Julie Freeman, you'll like her."

Brandon paused with his hand on the doorknob, his brain trying to register this name that he had heard before. "Julie Freeman … is she the one they call the town bike?"

Jim was becoming impatient, "Yes Brandon, that's the one … Julie's the town bike … you know, everybody's ridden her. That's why I told you to wear a condom."

Jim put his hand over Brandon's and turned the door knob, opening it and shoving Brandon inside before slamming it shut behind him.

Brandon stood just inside the door of the cheap hotel room. Several feet away was a bed and on the bed lay a woman … she was looking expectantly toward him and she was wearing only a bra and panties. Julie Freeman was only in her late twenties, but could have been mistaken for early thirties. The popular expression was 'she had been around the block a few times.' She had been married - twice, but neither relationship had lasted. There were all sorts of stories around town about her sexual exploits. Many simply described her as a nymphomaniac. Brandon had never met her, but he had heard many of the rumours.

He stumbled toward the bed, now seriously affected by the beers he had consumed in quick succession. "Gee honey, I thought you were never going to get here. I've already had to do myself once." As she revealed that fact to him, she reached into her panties and removed a large dildo, placing it on the bedside table. "Much rather have the real thing, honey. Hurry up, get it out, mama wants it now."

She stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shucked them down her legs, spreading her thighs lewdly as her lower body was freed of clothing and sliding two fingers along the open pink wet slit. Then she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, throwing it to the floor, revealing a pair of possibly C cup sized breasts, sagging a bit despite her still being quite a young woman.

Brandon stood there for a moment dumbfounded, his eyes taking in the sight of a real live woman offering her body to him, no questions asked. "Come on, show me what you got in those pants … I don't like to be kept waiting," she urged.

His conscience tried to wrestle with him, asking was this really necessary? He shut that line of thinking down when he unzipped his trousers and let them fall, quickly pushing his underpants after them. His cock was rising rapidly and was already at about 5" and still growing.

"That'll do for starters, gives me something to work with," she told him, beckoning for Brandon to join her. He kicked the trousers and underwear from off his feet and moved unsteadily onto the bed. "Mama's pretty wet from using my friend," she told him, her head nodding toward the dildo now sitting on the bedside table. "…But why don't you suck on these until you get that thing fully grown."

Brandon moved above her and then lowered his head and applied his open mouth to one nipple. She moaned loudly, "Oh honey, that's what mama needed." He felt her hand grab on his semi erection and start yanking on it, trying to get him quickly to a full-blown state. He sucked on one nipple, beginning to enjoy the feelings that were surging within his body, prompted by her hand manipulating his cock.

Realising how limited his experience at building up any staying power had been, he tried to pull back away from her, but her stroking hand followed him. He knew that he had to get her hand off his cock quickly, so he rolled away from her, almost falling clear off the bed. "Where you going?" she asked, a desperate look on her face.

Remembering Jim's advice about the condoms, Brandon scanned the room looking for the stash that Jim had put there. "Where's a rubber? I better have some protection."

"Fuck that," she told him, "…what do you think I look like I got some STD's? Thanks heaps for letting me know what you think of me."

Brandon saw the pile of condoms hidden behind the lamp on the bedside table. He rose to a sitting position on the side of the bed and tore the packet open, quickly rolling it onto his hard-on. Then he turned back to her, "Now where were we?"

She spread her legs wide again, "That's better, honey … just get that fucker in me."

His legs moved in between hers … he lowered his pelvis so that his now covered cock-head was just poised at her widely spread lower lips. He felt her hands positioning his erection at the entrance to her cunt. "Any time you're ready," she told him, her open eyes staring up at him with little feeling. Brandon plunged forward and his cock sank halfway into her cunt in one swift motion. "That's the boy, give me more."

With little hesitation, he plunged again and it slid into her gaping passage easily. To his surprise, he was buried fully within her. Brandon tried to think of all the books he had read and all the advice that he had received from Jim. His first surprise was that her passage was not tight, he couldn't feel her walls gripping him the way it had been described to him. He started withdrawing and then plunging in again and felt so disappointed that she was so loose. Brandon started thinking, 'Maybe it's me, maybe I'm not erect enough to be doing it.'

He was quickly into a rhythm, pushing in, pulling out, striving for it to start feeling good, the way that he had heard all of his friends proclaim it to be. While he wasn't greatly impressed with this first experience, seeing as her cunt never gripped his cock tightly, he did nevertheless feel his cum building quickly from his balls. His breathing quickened, alerting her to his imminent release.

"Jesus, you're gonna cum quick, aren't you?"

"Yes," was all he could mumble as he felt his cum surging up through his shaft.

"Oh shit, wait for me, you prick."

But it was far too late for him to think about her. Brandon felt the cum exploding from his hard-on, pooling around his tip within the condom that protected him and his sexual future with Megan from this woman.

"I should have known you'd be one of those … what is it, are you a lousy fuck, or are you going to blame too much beer?" But Brandon wasn't hearing her complaints, he had flopped down on the warm body beneath him, lost in the euphoric after-glow of his first coming within a woman's body.

Brandon was conscious of her rolling him off her and pushing him over to the far side of the bed … she was mumbling, "I've gotta get a real man - and quick." Then it was quiet in the room, but not for long. Julie Freeman had walked totally nude down the hallway and appeared in the other room where 14 men were still partying heavily. She whistled loudly for their attention, then when the room fell silent, she hollered, "Well, he's fucked … is anyone in here up to it?"

There was a rush for the doorway in which she stood. "Hold back, I can only do one at a time. Form a queue here." She then grabbed a hold of the first man to have made it to the door and dragged him back down the hallway to Room 14. Brandon still lay half-asleep on the far side of the bed. Through his drunken haze, he was conscious of two people getting on the bed and then some frenzied activity that caused the bed to rock and all he wanted to do was throw up. He just made it to the bathroom in time and vomited into the toilet.

When he had recovered sufficiently, Brandon staggered back into the room where Julie was getting well and truly fucked. Was it number three or four, nobody was counting, least of all Julie who now seemed to be getting what she craved. Brandon found his clothes and got dressed, left the room, walking down the hall, passing the queue standing in the doorway of the party room, putting up with comments like "How did it go, virgin boy?" and "Now you know where to put it for Megan next week."

Embarrassed and humiliated, Brandon found his own way home alone.

Chapter Four

Any wedding day is a big occasion in a small rural town, but more so when the couple to be wed are from two of the longest established and popular families. Even many in the community who didn't make the guest list, had come along to pack out the small country church to see these two young people marry.

Brandon managed to get through the week between his buck's night and the wedding day without any major revelations in this small community … at least none that he knew of. He did imagine that people were looking at him differently when he walked through town but nobody actually said anything to him. He wondered especially if Megan had heard of his exploits at the Buck's Night … or worse still, that 13 more men in town knew that she was a virgin. If she did, she didn't let on to Brandon.

Megan's family had set up a huge marquee on their property and the invited guests partied well into the night. About 11, Megan and Brandon took their leave, ignoring the constant pleas from everybody there to stay and party, a tradition for the bridal couple at most country weddings. However, for the happy couple, this wedding night was more special than anyone else's wedding night. This was the night that this couple had planned and looked forward to for years, the night that Megan will offer Brandon complete and unrestricted entry into her precious body. Both agreed that that was worth leaving the party early for.

Brandon's dad drove the couple away from the reception and into their local town where their first night was to be spent in the best room at the best motel. Check-in had already been arranged and their bags delivered earlier, so Brandon's dad handed over the room key and drove away, leaving the happy couple wrapped in each other's arms, standing outside their room door. 

With his dad's car disappearing out of sight, Brandon scooped his bride up into his arms and carried her to the door of their unit, somehow holding her while he fitted the key into the lock and opened the door. In the finest worldwide tradition, Brandon carried Megan across the threshold and she giggled as he carried her directly to the large double bed and dropped her on it.

"I'll be back," he said as he scurried toward the bathroom, "I'm busting to take a piss."

Megan looked around her, surveying the room in which she was about to surrender her virginity, a night that at times she thought would never come. The motel owner had left strategic lamps lit but the harsh overhead lights were off and Megan appreciated the mood that the subdued lighting had created.

Brandon reappeared, still zipping up his trousers. "Sorry hon, I had a fair bit more to drink than usual tonight."

"Yes, I noticed that you were drinking a lot. Why was that, you are usually such a sober person."

"I don't know, Megs. It just seemed that every time I turned around, someone was putting another drink in my hand."

"I hope you don't wake up tomorrow with a hangover. Don't forget we've got to be on the plane by ten."

"Yeah, no worries, I'll be okay." He started unbuttoning his shirt, "So we're here and the big moment has arrived. Are you nervous?"

Megan still wore her wedding dress and she smiled up at him from the bed. "No, I'm just tingling with excitement, I can't wait to have you inside me."

"You know it might hurt, Megs. I don't want to hurt you, but Jim says that it could."

"Yes I know, Mary has told me all about it, and so did mum and a couple of aunts. Everybody has an opinion. I don't know how much pain to expect, but I'm willing to put up with a lot for us to at last be making love completely. What about you, are you excited or nervous?"

"I was excited, for the last few weeks I've been excited … like we've waited so long. But now we're actually here, I'm as nervous as hell. What if I stuff up, there's a lot of pressure on me."

"What do you mean stuff up, what could you do wrong?"

"What if it won't go in?"

"Isn't that my problem too? It's up to me to help you get it in, I have to really relax … and I think I can."

"God, I sure hope so." Brandon looked around the room, checking everything out. "Shit, I wish I hadn't had so much to drink now."

Megan, who was bright and alert, having barely had anything alcoholic to drink, bounced up off the bed. "What are we doing talking about it? I'm going to go in the bathroom and get changed."

"Do you need to do that? Why don't I just take your dress off right now." He reached out as she went by and fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress.

"No way, I bought some special sexy stuff for this night, I bet you're going to love it."

With that, she was gone, grabbing her overnight bag as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Brandon to finish taking off his shirt and trousers and shoes and socks. He stood there in only his jocks and wondered if they should go too. He started to shed them until he looked down and saw his cock, hanging very limp. Even the expectation of finally deflowering his childhood sweetheart had not aroused him so far. 'Better keep it covered until I can get some action happening,' he thought.

Brandon sat on the side of the bed, contemplating what was about to happen. With all of the alcohol he had consumed, he was feeling drowsy, so he stood up and walked around the room, trying to wake himself up. He reached one hand into his shorts and began to beat his cock, trying to get it stirring with little success. 'Man, I wish she'd hurry up, what is she doing in there?'

Twenty minutes had gone by since Megan disappeared into the bathroom. Getting impatient with performance anxiety building by the minute, Brandon finally knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you going to be long, Megs?"

"No, I'm almost ready," she called back. "What, can't you wait?"

"That's right, I want you now," he called through the door, but he was by now extremely nervous. He assumed that was why he had drunk so much alcohol tonight. Brandon cursed himself again for drinking too much. He turned and went back to the bed, flopping down on top of the bedspread. 

His eyes turned toward the sound of the bathroom door opening and a vision in white appeared. His beautiful bride was wearing a shortie nightie that barely reached the top of her thighs just covering her mound. The sheer material was white, but Brandon could clearly see the outline of her body, through the transparent garment. As she stepped closer to the bed, her out-thrust breasts, capped by her protruding dark nipples, stood out proudly through the sheer white garment.

Megan had initially posed in the doorway and again she paused as she approached the bed, her eyes taking in the body of her husband, quickly noting that there was no hard erection lifting his underpants. "Are you disappointed?"

"Hell no, you look sensational Megs," he told her, trying to sound wide awake and enthusiastic, his gaze dropping to see that her ensemble included sheer white stockings and a white garter belt. "Where did you get this stuff?"

"Yes I know, certainly not here in town. Mrs Draper's Haberdashery and Womens Wear Shop is like something from another era, they wouldn't sell this. No, I sent away for it a few months ago."  "Have you been planning this for that long?"

"I sure have, this night with you is going to be so special. You are going to introduce me to sex and loving and it's the start of our life together."

Brandon felt heaps more pressure being loaded onto him … she was anticipating so much and he feared that he would not be able to deliver. He recalled his first fuck a week ago with Julie Freeman, remembering what a disaster it had been. 

He was now gazing at the beautiful body of his new alluring wife, who was standing beside the bed, one knee slightly raised to kneel on the edge. At last, he felt a stirring in his loins.

"Are you ready for me, Brandon … are you ready to make love?"

"Yes," he whispered, his mouth dry.

"Which side should I lie? What side do you want to be?"

"Err, I'm right-handed, so I guess I should be over here," he told her, shuffling his body to his right, leaving her room to lay down next to him. 

Megan brought her other knee up and moved to cross over him, momentarily straddling his body. "This is so exciting, I can't tell you how great I feel right now. At last, we are going to make love together. It seems like we have waited for this moment forever." 

Having seductively moved her alluring all white clad virginal body over him, she lay down alongside him and Brandon knew that he must now take control. The eager look of her, so seductive … the smell of her exotic perfume … and the closeness of her warm body all combined to give him half an erection. He cursed the amount of drink that he had consumed and rolled toward her, his arm coming over to pull her body toward his.

She smiled as she rolled into his arms and lifted her head toward his, their lips joining in a kiss that started slowly without the frantic lust and passion that she had expected. His free hand roamed down over the sheer nightie, lightly touching the upward slope of her breast that culminated in a taut nipple. His fingers did what they had so often done to arouse that nipple and he heard her moan and felt his cock surging, thankful at last that he may be able to do this.

Brandon felt Megan's free hand on the move, reaching into his jocks and pulling out his now reasonably sized hard-on. "That's better," she said as their kiss broke, her soft warm hands fondling him in a now familiar way. His mouth moved down across her neck and took up on her nipple as his hand strayed down over her body, moving to grasp one naked cheek of her arse and pull her in toward him. He now discovered that her sexy all white lingerie had one item missing, she had not worn panties when she came out of the bathroom.

Pulling her body tightly up against his forced her hand to let go of his cock, just in time it would seem. Her touch had been seriously arousing him and the hard-on was now stiff and complete. It pushed up against her mound as he pulled again on her arse and her body came in contact with his from head to toe. "Umm, you feel really good and hard," she told him as his mouth went to work on her nipple.




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 01



His hand came around from her arse and slipped between their bodies, touching her upper thigh before moving down between her thighs and lifting her left leg up to place it over his. Then his fingers were slipping down and along her slit, finding it incredibly wet already. Megan realised that he needed an explanation.

"I used some lube, I wasn't sure if I could get wet enough to do this. I figured that we might need a little help … just this first time."

"Okay," he mumbled as his lips worked hard at her breast. Realising that he would not now need to use his fingers for a long foreplay the way Jim had advised him, Brandon instead nervously grasped his erection and lined it up between her spread labia lips. He thrust it forward and it slid easily, slickly through her moist channel, sliding up from the vaginal opening to just reach her clit, then sliding back down, only to repeat the move again and again. His moans told Megan what a turn on it was for him already.

"Save something for when you're inside me, darling," she urged him anxiously, concern on her face.

But he just kept sliding his hard cock between her nether lips, grunting on every thrust.

"I think I'm ready if you want to try to put it in now," she suggested, fearful that he was already on his way to coming.

He did hear her and she felt him roll them both over so that she was now flat on her back and he lay atop. She parted her legs wide in anticipation and she felt his fingers fumbling with the hard tip of his cock, pushing it around, seemingly searching for her opening. "Can I help," she offered.

"No, I've got it," he almost shouted at her as she felt his cock head nudge into her vaginal opening and she steadied herself, awaiting the predicted pain. She felt him push it in slightly, just the head and it felt good … no pain yet.

"Oh yes, that's it, Brandon … oh I love it." She raised her knees, spreading her opening just a little wider and he pushed in a fraction more, only to feel his path blocked by her hymen. Megan winced at this first twinge of pain and looking down into her face, he saw her reaction. She was keen to encourage him. "Don't worry, I'm okay … just push darling."

He did, he eased back slightly and gave an almighty shove that pushed his hard-on right hard up against her hymen, but it held firm. "Oh Jesus," she screamed, "Oh my God, that hurts."

"It's got to be done, I'll be quick," he yelled back at her, panicked that perhaps he might not even get it in before he came. He pulled back and shoved his cock forward again. This time her loud scream was wordless, but guttural. He thought his cock had almost got through the barrier, but it must not have torn cleanly because it was still on the wrong side of her hymen. 

He began to ease back for a third attempt when she screamed at him, "Oh Christ, please stop for a moment, you're ripping me open."

"That's what I have to do," he answered and overcome by a combination of alcohol and panic and carnal desire, he shoved himself hard into her again. This time, pushing beyond her hymen and lodging at least half of his length into her just as his cock erupted, filling Megan's vagina with one explosive spurt after another of his creamy cum. He had been unable to hold back the tide that had begun surging from his balls the minute that she had started fondling his cock earlier.

Brandon's cock was spewing its potent contents into Megan's body while she sobbed her grief at his inept deflowering of her virgin body. As his torrent of pent-up cum subsided, her husband pushed himself up on his hands and looked down through drunken eyes. "Are you okay?"

Tears still rolled down her cheeks and she brought an arm up to cover her eyes as she told him, "Just get off me, will you?"

"I'm sorry, Megs … I - I didn't do very good, did I?" He pulled his still dripping cock from within her body and rolled over to one side. She winced and groaned at the grating movement within her tight tender passage.

"It was awful, Brandon … just awful." She paused to try to stop her sobbing. "I - I can't believe the pain…"

"What - still?"

"No, it's easing now, now that you're out … but oh my God, it's so sore. Is there any blood, can you have a look? I'm not game to see what it looks like down there."

Brandon moved his head down the bed and had a close look at her exposed lower body. There was a trail of his cum mixed with the red of her broken virginity, dripping from her open cunt lips. "Yeah, there's a bit of blood," he confirmed to her before moving his head back up, searching for a pillow to rest his head. 

Remorse overcame him as he lay his head down, "I messed up, didn't I?"

Megan lifted her arm and turned her head in his direction, her eyes were red and watery. She stared at the man she had just married. "It was nothing like I imagined … I have waited so long for this moment, and it turned out like this. It hurt so much that I don't know if I'm ever going to like it."

"You will honey, just you wait and see. It'll be better for us tomorrow."

"Tomorrow … tomorrow … there's no way I could try again tomorrow. Didn't you hear me, I am so sore in there, it's gonna be a few days before I would even think about trying it again."

"I'm sorry, Megs … I really am." 

There was nothing more for them to say to each other at this time. Megan was shattered that her long anticipated perfect wedding day and night had failed to live up to her expectations. Her new husband, who barely ever drank alcohol, had picked the wrong day to break out. Within minutes, he was sound asleep and wouldn't stir again until daylight. Megan lay there in the motel bedroom, staring up at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, reviewing her wedding day and the disaster that followed.



From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 02



I must warn readers before you start reading that there is a dark side to the start of this second part. Brandon mistreats his wife after regularly coming home from work drunk. Regrettably this does happen in real life and is an integral part of why Megan's life became so messed up for a time. I wish to stress that this story is fiction and the author does not condone or encourage aggressive physical spousal abuse. 

Please stay with it … her life does improve and there is some happy sex ahead.

Book Two: The Landlord

In Book One, we met Megan, born and raised on a farm in the Australian outback. Her childhood sweetheart was Brandon, but she insisted early in their relationship that she was determined to offer herself as a virgin to him on their wedding night. His mates tried to get him laid a week before the wedding, so that he would know what to do on the night, but his short turn in bed with the town nymphomaniac was a disaster.

So was the wedding night with Brandon burdened by his one-night stand failure and the pressure applied by his bride to build up for that one special night. Having had way too much to drink, he struggled to take her virginity without inflicting a lot of pain to Megan, and then came even before he was fully into her.

Chapter One

The newlyweds left on their honeymoon the morning after their wedding and what's more, after that distressing first night of real sex. As Megan had predicted, it was several days before her vagina had recovered sufficiently from the trauma of his rough entry to be able to accommodate Brandon's penis. Sex for them never actually got much better after their initial attempt. Sure, he got it in there with no more pain because her hymen had been broken on his third attempt at entry that wedding night, the push in which he delivered not only his cock to her vagina, but a far too early load of his cum too. It turned out that, try as he might, Brandon just wasn't that effective in turning Megan on, or was it that she was just not orgasmic?

The couple had bid farewell to the town of their upbringing with their departure the day after the wedding. Neither had the future career potential to embark on university education ... Brandon had already secured a good position in a bank in Sydney and Megan was hopeful of getting some sort of a job once they set up home in the big city.

But six months on, to the new friends they had made in Sydney, they appeared to be deliriously happy in their married life. However there was trouble brewing beneath the surface. Megan had observed a change in her husband, he was becoming moody and on most nights he arrived home late and smelling of alcohol. Considering what a sober person he had been when they courted, Megan didn't like the change in him.

One particular night, she at last decided to say something about her concerns, but it turned into a quite nasty verbal confrontation. Brandon resented her accusing him of becoming a drunk. He claimed his drinking habits were purely social, helping him to settle in and be accepted among his new workmates. That night, when they went to bed, Brandon was as always eager for sex (which he tried to call making love to keep his wife happy), but she wanted to just turn away and be alone with her thoughts. Megan wanted to reflect on the things that they had each said to each other during their heated argument. 

Brandon was not to be put off by her reluctance to copulate with her husband, so he rolled her forcibly onto her back, rising above her and pushed his legs between hers, forcing them to spread. Megan didn't like this new aggression on his part and resisted strongly, but eventually she relented when she saw how determined he was to put his penis inside her. While he had struggled to arouse his wife sexually since their wedding, this night he seemed to be spurred on by their earlier argument and he was relentless in taking her body. Megan at last experienced an orgasm, her first from having him inside her, something she had been striving to achieve ever since that fateful wedding night when she lost her virginity. Her only previous rare orgasms had come when Brandon was considerate enough to finger or lick her.

But following quickly upon her euphoria at experiencing a rare sexual climax, Megan suffered a serious downside that she had not thought possible and did not see coming. After managing to get his wife off, in the final seconds of his own climax, Brandon lifted his hand and slapped her hard across the face. Then again a second hard slap just as his cum burst into her waiting vagina. Megan was shocked by this previously unseen violent behaviour … she screamed at him never to hit her again, even as his erection continued to pump his cum into her body.

Instead of a mutual after-glow, they both rolled away, their backs to each other and fell asleep. In the morning, Brandon was happy and talkative, but not about his first display of physical aggression. Not a word was said about his hitting her, by either of them. She would later regret not having challenged him that morning. In the long run, would it have made any difference? In the days and nights that followed, their relationship went back to normal, that is, when they made love, he finished quickly and she didn't come.

It was about 10 days later when Brandon again arrived home late from work and well affected by alcohol. After dinner, he urged her to come to bed early. Megan didn't like seeing her husband this way and made all kinds of excuses to put off going to bed. Eventually, she was so tired that she gave in and they got into bed together.

Megan had her period this night ... and when he rolled toward her and reached out a hand to start to fondling and touching her, she sensed that he was going to be hard to put off. She took a firm hold of the hand whose fingers were already delving into her panties and firmly told him why she would not do it this night. But this only drove the alcohol-fuelled Brandon into a rage and he tore her nightie from her body and yanked her panties down her legs and off her, holding her down on the bed with his forearm across her chest. 

Megan was scared, she had never seen him lose control like this in all the years she had known him. But her final humiliation came when he forced his legs between hers, stretching her thighs wide and reached down, grasping the short end of the tampon string that hung from between the lips of her labia. He yanked it out, hurling the saturated plug of cotton across the room where it splattered red - like ink - against the wall. Then he pushed his cock at the lips of her vagina and forced his rampant weapon hard into her body.

Although Megan had no desire for coupling with him on this night, her passage contained enough menstrual discharge for him to get his cock inside her without much pain or discomfort to her. He ravaged his wife and again, as he neared his climax, he hit her quite violently with open-handed slaps across her face. But this time he took his spousal abuse to a new level, clenching his fist to punch her on the arms. After coming inside her, he rolled off her, telling her bluntly, "Better get cleaned up". Then he quickly dropped asleep in his alcoholic haze while she was left to clean herself, cover the messy patch on the sheet with a towel and find a new nightdress to wear.

As the weeks went by, his drinking became more frequent, Brandon would arrive home nearly every night affected by too many alcoholic drinks. Megan began to live in a state of fear knowing that violence would follow their dinner every night. The slaps to her face and upper body soon became closed fist punches and she had a difficult time each morning applying enough make-up to cover the bruises that her husband left on her.

For a while, Brandon seemed to show some remorse the next morning after each of his physical assaults on her, but soon he didn't even pretend to be sorry. Megan ended up confessing the details of the abusive relationship that she now found herself in to her best friend at work after Sarah had noticed dark bruising on her face and neck.

Without hesitation, Sarah told Megan that she must leave her abusive husband immediately. She invited Megan to come to stay with she and her husband, Michael. Megan was reluctant, but after the next – and most violent episode to date – Megan finally conceded that her life-long fairytale of a dream marriage was now impossible. She arranged for a removalist and within days had moved in with Sarah and her husband.

Chapter Two

Megan had just a bedroom to herself at Sarah & Michael's house, but the couple made her feel very welcome and most nights she ate dinner with them … often she cooked for them all. After dinner, Megan preferred to read a book in her room, but several nights a week, she would join her landlords to watch TV with them. Occasionally, Megan would feel uncomfortable doing that because she soon discovered that the couple liked to watch raunchy movies. They had cable and Megan found that even some of the regular weekly dramas were more explicit than whatever she had been accustomed to watching on free-to-air TV.

If she felt that a TV show was heading that way, Megan would usually leave the family room early. She felt like a third wheel when the hot bits came on the screen, sitting in a single lounge chair while just across from her, Sarah and Michael would spread out on the sofa getting all hot and heavy with each other. To Megan, Michael appeared to be able to get horny very quickly, but at that stage in her young life, Megan didn't realise that was the way that most young men were. Out of the corner of her eye, Megan would see his hand slide down between his wife's thighs and then Sarah would begin to moan as obviously her clit was being touched … or perhaps Michael was fingering her. A couple of times, Megan had found herself wet down in the folds of her labia when she got back into her room after sitting and watching and listening to her hosts making out.

Megan had been living with the couple about a month when her first really embarrassing incident occurred. She rose from bed one morning and headed down the hall to the main bathroom. Usually, there was no problem with getting in here in the mornings because the couple had their own en suite bathroom off their bedroom.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar as usual and Megan pushed it open as she hurried to relieve herself for her first pee of the day. The door swung open and Megan was inside the bathroom before she realised that it was in fact already occupied. Michael was standing at the sink, shaving, his chin lathered up all white with foam. He turned his whole body fully around at the sound of Megan entering the small room.

She was startled to see that he was totally naked, Megan's eyes suddenly wide not just at his blatant nudity, but in glimpsing his impressive stiff hard-on that stood out firmly, horizontally from his body. It was so stiff and hard – and long – that Megan had a humorous thought that he could have hung a flannel over it.

"Sorry Michael," she said, "I – I didn't know you were in here." Megan stuttered in shock and embarrassment, starting to withdraw immediately she realised that he was unclothed.

"Sorry babe, my wife was using the other one, she's a bit gastric this morning … I won't be long." Megan was surprised that he seemed oblivious to the fact that he was brazenly displaying his rampant erection to his wife's houseguest, as if it was a normal occurrence.

Megan stole one furtive last glance at his impressive hard-on as she retreated, pulling the door closed behind her. She paused, still holding on to the doorknob, her eyes closed but his firm erection still locked into her vision. She had noted that it was bigger than Brandon's was. In her limited sexual experience, she didn't know that they varied in size, although she did recall girlfriends back home gossiping about some guy's big one.

That night, Megan was nervous to face him at the dinner table, but to her surprise, he acted as though the incident had not occurred. She wondered if Sarah knew of what had happened that morning.

It was about a week later that Megan had a similar encounter with the man of the house. Megan had risen from bed in much the same fashion and made her way along the hall to the bathroom. She gingerly pushed the door open, now always apprehensive at again finding an exposed Michael in here. 

However, the bathroom was empty and just as well for her. Megan had an urgent need to pee and rushed toward the toilet, pushing the door closed behind her … dropping the seat and spinning around to back onto it as her hands slipped under her short nightie to grasp the waistband of her panties and scoot them down to her knees.

Expelling a huge breath in a sigh of relief, her pent-up first pee of the day started to trickle into the bowl and then began a steady flow when Megan's attention was caught by the door opening. 'Damn, I forgot to lock it,' she thought as she looked up expectantly, 'Please let it be Sarah, not Michael'. 

But alas, it was not Sarah and Megan's eyes locked on Michael and saw his eyes lasciviously taking in the sight of her, sitting on the toilet seat all exposed … and peeing. From his angle of vision, Megan figured that he could see the pee flowing from her secret recesses between her thighs and he seemed to take far longer standing there transfixed at the sight of her than he would have had his entry been accidental.

"Do you mind, the door was closed, I am taking a pee … can I have my privacy please?"

Her sharp rebuke seemed to bring him to his senses and his eyes rose at last to look directly into hers. "Sorry darling, I didn't know you were in here."

"Like hell you didn't, you pervert … get out."

He retreated through the door, but before he could close it, Sarah appeared down the hallway behind him, her attention drawn by the sound of Megan loudly shouting at her husband. "What's wrong with Megan? What's going on in there?"

Megan heard him explaining to his wife, "I didn't know Megan was in there, she didn't lock the door."

"What was she doing?"

"She's only taking a piss."

"And you saw her?"

"Yeah, so what … everybody does it, it's no big deal."

"It sounds like it is to her."

Megan was constantly on her toes from that day on. She made certain to always lock he bathroom door … and her bedroom door too. No more embarrassing moments occurred for at least two weeks and none of the three living in the house made any comment about the two bathroom incidents.

Chapter Three

It was a Thursday evening, Megan had been home from work for about an hour and had been resting in her room, reading a good book. There was a knock at her door and Michael called through it, "Dinner's ready, Megan."

"Thanks, I'll be right out," Megan responded. Marking her place in the book so she could return to her reading after dinner, Megan rose from the chair, smoothing down her dress and proceeding out to the dining room. As she approached the dining table, she was surprised to see only two places set. "Where is Sarah?"

"Didn't she tell you?" his eyes seeming to give an evil glint that sent a chill through Megan, "the company sent her out of town for the night … she won't be home until tomorrow night." Michael placed the plate of food down in front of her and lifted the wine bottle to pour Megan a glass.

"She never said anything, how long has she known?" Megan was suddenly very nervous at being alone in this house with Michael for the whole night. Her first instinct was to rush back to her room and lock the door, but she managed to restrain herself.

"Oh let's see, I think she told me the day before yesterday."

"That's really peculiar … she would have had a chance to say something last night. And again this morning ... I saw her in the office about ten."

"Yes, she took the midday flight to Brisbane for a conference … she'll be home tomorrow night. So babe, what do you say? It's only the two of us here tonight, a great chance for us to get to know each other better. It's been really good having you here, I have been blessed, having two beautiful women under the one roof." He lifted his glass and reached across the table with it, wanting to clink glasses in a toast with her, "Here's to us, Megan."

Megan ignored his gesture and picked up her knife and fork and began to eat, leaving her glass where it sat.

"You're not joining me in the toast?"

"There is no us Michael … I will drink the wine, but I'm not joining you in a toast."

"There's no need to have that attitude. You prance around here, miss high and mighty, flaunting your beauty in front of me, letting me see intimate glimpses of you..."

"I don't show you any intimate glimpses of me. Anything of me that you've seen is because you've taken advantage of me, perving on me. Being naked in the bathroom while you were shaving…"

"Yeah, how about that? You couldn't stop checking me out, I saw your eyes … you wanted my hard cock, I could see it in your face. You looked impressed too … I guess I must be bigger than your ex?"

"Don't be so vulgar, I certainly wasn't checking you out."

"It's been a while, hasn't it babe? You must be climbing the walls … I could give you a damn good one ... and will. How about we sleep together tonight, babe?"

"You have to be joking, there's no way I'd sleep with you. And if you so much as lay a finger on me tonight, I'll tell Sarah. She should know your track record, after all, she knows about you walking in on me while I was peeing."

"No babe, not exactly right. What she does know is that you left the door open for me, I managed to convince her that it was just another part of the way you've been teasing me ever since you moved in here."

"You're a liar, I've done no such thing."

"Megan honey, you're in denial, I've seen what you do, sitting opposite me and parting your legs, flashing me your panties … and wearing those low scooped necklines and leaning over so I can see your nipples. And as for your arse … the way you bend over in front of me when I'm walking along behind you. Man, I just want to grab those cheeks and spread 'em and shove my hard cock up between 'em. She knows all about that stuff, I've told her everything you've done."

"How could you, that's all blatant lying. I've done none of that. In fact, I've tried to keep well away from you."

"Tonight is going to be your lucky night. I'm gonna give you the loving you've been missing since you walked out on that poor schmuck you were married to."

Megan was indignant, she contemplated fleeing the room, but she realised that from where he sat at the table, he could cut her off from reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom. She elected to sit it out and finish her meal while she considered her options. "No way, if you dare to touch me, I'll tell your wife all about it. And my husband was not a poor schmuck … the bastard used to beat me."

"I'll bet it was only because you wouldn't come across for him ... didn't give him what he wanted. You can be a cold bitch sometimes Megan. But tonight, you're going to be hot for me. I'm going to do a lot more than touch you … I'm just itching to possess that body of yours. You are a good-looking woman and you obviously need some proper loving. That's what I'm here for! Now, we're going to eat our dinner, drink our wine, then you and me, we'll go in to my bedroom and I'll show you what a real man can do for you."

"There is no way, I'll call the police."

"No you won't … and don't even think that you'll blab to Sarah about it, because after all that I've told her … about the way you've been teasing me these last few weeks, she's about had enough of you. She won't believe a word you say … in fact, she's just about ready to throw you out of this house. And then where will you go? We took you in when you had nowhere else to go ... you owe us big time. But most of all, you owe me ... and I'm collecting my dues tonight – by sticking my hard cock into your luscious cunt."




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 02



Megan cringed, not just at his carnal plans for her, but also at his use of the word 'cunt' to describe her vagina. She began to cry. At first, just a couple of lone tears rolled down her cheek, but soon, her cheeks were fully wet … she was sobbing, fearful at the prospect that Michael intended to take her body against her will. 

To Megan's surprise, Michael put down his knife and fork, rose and walked around the dining table to stand beside her, affectionately draping one arm over her shoulder. "There's nothing to fear from me, I'm not going to hurt you, not like your ex did. You will find me a good lover, babe … you're in for a treat." 

Despite his gruff tone and his sexually explicit dialogue to describe what he had in store for her this night, Megan was surprised that Michael was showing her a compassionate side as he hugged her body against him. Michael was standing and Megan was still sitting at the table, so she found her head resting against his body, just above his hip. With her eyes downcast, she soon noticed that this position placed her vision looking directly down at the pronounced bulge in the front of his trousers. She could see that his erection already loomed large, despite still being confined within his clothing. Her sobbing eased to just a sniffle.

"I can't wait to be inside you, I've wanted you ever since Sarah first brought you home. I promise I'll be good for you … you'll enjoy it too. I'll be better for you than that husband of yours."

Megan winced at the realisation that Michael obviously knew about Brandon's premature ejaculation problems. She should have known that Sarah would tell her husband everything that Megan thought she had told her in confidence. 

Desperately, Megan strove to shame Michael into reconsidering his plans for her. "What upsets me so much is that if I did sleep with you, I will be cheating on Sarah. She has been so good to me, taking me in when my husband was beating me … she's a true friend, just like the friends that I had in the country. There don't appear to be many of those in the big city. I would feel wretched if I cheated on her with the man she loves and is devoted to. I don't see how you could want to do this with me if you love her … she is your wife. Surely when you two married, you would have pledged your love to her forever."

"What you have to understand is that men are different. Yes, I have pledged my love for her but I won't love her any less after I fuck you. You and me going to bed together doesn't mean anything, it's just for both of us to have a good time. Don't get the wrong idea babe ... it's not for love or anything. Don't confuse the two ... love and fucking aren't the same thing."

The f-word sounded harsh to Megan. She had never used those words herself – the f and the c and the p and the s, although she accepted that they were now routinely a part of nearly everybody's vocabulary.

"Bit I tell you what, I have more than enough loving to go around. I can love you physically tonight – and tomorrow morning … and I can love Sarah for the rest of my life. Now how about you stop being so silly … let's finish our dinner – and the wine…" He lifted her glass and pressed it to her lips, encouraging her to drink some wine. "…and then we're both going to go to bed … together."

Megan sought comfort from the wine, taking a long swallow, emptying the glass and she felt the wine sliding down, the alcohol warming her throat. Michael took his arm back and walked back around the table to resume his seat. They both finished their meal in silence … he and his hard-on reflecting on the prospect of a night of uninhibited sexual pleasure with this pretty young woman … and she pondering every possibility she might have of resisting him, remote as it may now seem. 

The silence as they eat gave her time to contemplate all of her options. She still wanted to reject him, but she believed him when he told her how he had poisoned Sarah's mind to believe that Megan was the instigator. By the time that she had emptied her plate, Megan had resigned herself to the fact that she was trapped … there would be no point in resisting him … she could see just how determined he was to have his way and she had nowhere to flee. Megan couldn't afford to have Sarah throw her out of this house, she had not saved enough money to rent her own place, no matter how small. If she endured Michael taking her body this night, it seemed useless complaining to his wife after the way he had poisoned her opinion of Megan.

Megan sat resignedly at the dining table, waiting for Michael to make the first move. He reached across and refilled her glass and she willingly drank quickly from it, hoping that in some way the wine would shut out the guilt and remorse she knew she would feel at cheating on Sarah, her only true friend in this city.

He smiled across the table to her as he watched her empty her glass for the third time. "Are you ready babe?" Keeping her head lowered, she silently nodded an affirmative and then looked up as his smile broadened. "Good, let's go!"

The smile told her that maybe Michael wasn't as confident as he looked … had he still been unsure whether he was going to get her tonight? With anger, she wondered what he would have done if she had said no and run to her room.

But instead, the moment of his uncertainty had quickly passed and he seemed in charge again. Having made the commitment, Megan rose slowly from the table and made a move to clear the dishes. "Leave them," he commanded as he came around to her side and took her hand, leading her toward his bedroom. She trailed slightly behind Michael as they entered the room where he and his wife made love most nights. A pang of guilt hit her as she looked around the room, seeing traces of Sarah everywhere that she looked.

She trailed him across to the large queen size double bed in the middle of the room and Megan was surprised to see an assortment of lingerie laid out on the top of the doona. "What's all this about?"

"I want you to wear some of these for me."

"But it's Sarah's, I wouldn't feel right."

"I didn't have time to buy some stuff for you … but I will … for next time."

"Don't bother, this won't be happening again," she told him indignantly.

"I wouldn't bet on that. After the night that we're about to have, you'll want it again and again. Have you had a shower since you got home from work?"

"No," she answered, curious. 'Don't tell me I have body odour,' she pondered, wondering why he wanted her to wash.

"I had one before you got home … I'd like you to have a shower because I want to go down on you."

She looked at him with a puzzled expression and he was surprised that her limited sexual knowledge didn't register with one of the commonly used sexual phrases.

"Lick you, I want to lick you out … you know, down there, between your legs."

The realisation hit her and she almost smiled her recognition. She was most surprised that a man like this, already keenly lusting for her body and intent on getting his penis up into her as soon and as often as possible, would actually be considering giving her some satisfaction orally. She at least knew of this activity because it was one of the few things she would allow Brandon to do with her while she was in her virginal state back home before they got married.

"Go on, scoot, go in and have a shower. Then, when you come out, I want you to pick out some really sexy stuff from these things here…" His hand waved across the range of choices that he had laid out on the bed. "I'll leave you alone to do all this … I'm going out to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. I'll see you back here in about 30 minutes, okay? If you're ready early, come out and surprise me. I can't wait to see how good your body will look in this stuff. Man, I'm a lucky guy!"

With that summation, he was gone and Megan was left alone with her thoughts, contemplating what she was about to do. This would be another chapter in her life that she never had expected back in her home town. She always believed that she would be married to the one man – Brandon - for the rest of her life. Yet here she was, in her closest friend's bedroom, about to wear this woman's underwear to cheat with her husband. This was crazy … but now inevitable she conceded as she began stripping off her clothes from the day and headed off into the en suite bathroom and turned on the shower.

Outside in the kitchen, Michael heard the shower running and his already hard cock surged in his pants as he considered that he was now only minutes away from burying his rampant penis into Megan's warm cunt. 'God, I hope I can make it last,' he thought anxiously, It's all very well to boast to her how good I will be, but it's another thing to make it happen. I've been thinking about this all day and I'm already on the edge. I wonder if I should beat off, just to take the edge off it.' He decided not to, 'I might take too long to recover if I cum now.'

Megan stepped out of the shower and picked up a large fluffy towel to dry herself, catching glimpses of her shapely body in the bathroom mirror. She had never seen what men would see in her body while she was at home on the farm, getting around in jeans and men's shirts. But as she gazed at her naked reflection, she began to realise what had got Michael so excited about having her. She turned to look at her bottom in the mirror and saw how symmetrically it curved and she considered how that might look good to a lusting man.

Her body dry, she returned to the master bedroom and walked across to the large bed where an array of Sarah's most intimate garments had been laid out on the bed. She tried on two or three bras but they were all too small for her, her bust being at least 3" larger than Sarah's. Megan had good breasts, near perfect shape and strangely, she thought to herself that he would not be disappointed as she caught a glimpse of her body in the dresser mirror. 'What is happening to me? I shouldn't be thinking like this. Here I am almost pleased about flaunting myself in front of him … this is so wrong.'

She picked up a thin black garter belt, not altogether familiar with how she should wear it. She had seen pictures of old fashioned nylon stockings – not pantie-hose – held up by the thin straps and suspenders hanging down from a woman's garter belt. She worked out how it clasped together and wrapped the belt around her body, just below the waist. The four thin straps hung down and she found a pair of black sheer stockings and sat, almost naked, on the side of the bed. She stretched one leg out in front of her as she stuck her toes in the end of the stocking and began to pull the sheer nylon up and along her legs, over her knees. 

When she had the first stocking as far up her thigh as it would reach, she clasped the hanging suspenders to the reinforced section at the top of the stocking, front and back. Then she did exactly the same with the second stocking, drawing it all the way up her second leg. Megan looked up and noticed that the bedroom door to the hall was slightly ajar … Michael had said that he was going downstairs to clean up, but she wondered if he may be out in the hall, peeping at her.

Standing up again, Megan next selected a flimsy black thong, daintily stepping into it and drawing it up and up over her now stockinged legs until the flimsy patch of satiny material fitted snugly up against her mound. The thin strand of material at the back caught up in the cleavage of her arse cheeks and she tugged the waistband up really high to pull the thong taut, giving herself a wedgie. She turned to face the mirror and stood, admiring how good her body looked in Sarah's black lingerie … turning to study how her body would appear from every angle when Michael returned to the room.

Megan was self-conscious that her upper body was still completely bare, even though her pert and proud breasts didn't need a bra. She felt that she needed some covering and rummaged among what was left on the bed, selecting a silky camisole. Dropping it over her head, the while shiny material hung down only to her waist, her quite large bust pushing it out at her chest … the dark nipples accentuated within the flimsy garment.

She had now used as much of the selection of lingerie as she needed and picked up the remnants and placed them on the dressing table. She turned to look at herself again in the mirror and wondered if she should go looking for Michael or wait seductively beside or on the bed. She chose to wait and had just turned to get onto the bed, with one knee up on the side when she heard him behind her at the door. One knee was on the bed with the other leg still stretched back to the floor … she was bent forward with her cami covering her back only as far as her waist. So that his first sight of the intimately attired Megan was of her bare arse cheeks, split only by the thin strand of material that was her thong. His face lit up, seeing this vision of a woman wearing his wife's lingerie.

"Wow … you look sensational. Oh, what an arse, I've got to have that tonight."

Holding the pose that revealed so much of her arse to him, only Megan's head turned around to see Michael coming into the room, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of grey boxers. She could immediately see that the boxers were tented out in front by his hard-on.

Fearing that she had unwittingly given him a free peek at her exposed bottom, Megan eased back off the bed with her back still to him, placing both feet firmly on the floor and demurely bringing both hands around to cover her exposed arse. "Oh dear, that wasn't a good look, was it?"

"Are you kidding me? That was a turn-on, what a great body." He bounded toward her, pushing her body forward onto the bed. "Shit, I can't wait to have you … come on, let's get into bed."

Megan flopped forward onto her stomach on the bed and Michael tumbled onto the bed behind her on his knees, grasping the string sides of her thong and pulling it, snatching the thong from between her arse cheeks, the garment coming down her legs in one swift movement. Megan quickly realised that with her thong gone, her bare bottom was exposed right in front of his eyes. 'He might even be able to see my anus,' panicked Megan, trying to clamp her cheeks tightly together … she had heard his lewd comment about having her arse (or bottom, as she liked to call it). She desperately wanted to distract him from seeking to have her there … that prospect terrified her after one bad experience when the violent Brandon took her savagely that way.

Eager to avert his gaze from her naked bottom, she rolled over onto her back, looking up to now see the unbridled lust in his eyes, reminding her eerily of how he looked at her that morning when he walked in on her while she was peeing. She watched his eyes roam down over the front of her cami-covered body, but that garment was short and she knew that when his eyes dropped below her navel, with the thong gone, he could see her naked mound with just a fine covering of sparse fair pubic hair.

"Fuck me, you're a beautiful woman!" he enthused, his leering eyes inspecting her pubic mound while his fingers traced over her camisole covered breasts.

"Michael, would you mind not using those words, I feel uncomfortable when anyone uses that sort of language."

"Are you kidding me?" His fingers squeezed one nipple between them and she winced. "Well, la-de-da, Miss Megan doesn't want me to say fuck."

"No, please don't," her face screwed up in disgust.

"What do you think it is we're about to do, Miss Megan? I'm about to fuck you in your cunt."

Megan turned her head to the side, not wanting to watch him say the words.

"And after I've had you there, Miss Megan, I'm going to put my big cock up your arse."

She plucked up some courage to tell him what she was feeling. "I don't want to be here, Michael. I am not attracted to you and I'm not desperate enough to want someone like you to do it to me. I only agreed to come to bed with you because you blackmailed me. I cannot afford to have Sarah offside with me. That's the only reason that I'm here now. I would prefer that you not use those words … this is hard enough for me to do without hearing those awful words too. Now, because I have no expectations and certainly no desire to have you, can you just get on with it and do what you're going to do?"

Her head was still turned to one side as she told him how she felt, so she never saw his head duck down. She just felt the broad sweep of his tongue sliding up from the bottom of her pubic slit to the top and it took her breath away. "Oh God," she said so expressively.

He did it again, but this time his fingers prised her outer labia lips apart and his tongue slid on a more sensitive strip of her anatomy. "Oh yes!"

He paused, his face looking down on hers, "You were saying, Megan … what was that about not wanting me, no expectations." His voice dripped with sarcasm and then she felt his finger urging her clitoris out from its protective sheath and was surprised at his knowledge of the female body. "Let's see what your little man in the boat thinks about desire and expectations."

His tongue swiped across her rising clit and she gasped loudly. Then his mouth closed over the little bud and sucked it between his lips. She brought her arm up and pushed her wrist into her open mouth to try to stifle any more words of appreciation. 'I can't let him know how good this feels,' she told herself.

She tried to look down toward the bottom of the bed as his hands pulled her legs further apart. Her spread legs were still clad in the black nylon stockings and they were still held firmly in place by the four strands of lace hanging down from the sexy black garter belt that still adorned her waist. His wet tongue stroking her inner labia lips was the next emotion she felt and she bit down on her wrist within her open mouth, stifling what would have been an expressive gasp.

She watched as his head slid further down and disappeared out of sight beyond her flat belly. Then she felt his tongue stiffening and gently pushing at the entrance to her vagina. He pushed it in only for a moment and then his head reappeared as his tongue came up and again swiped across her clit. Michael's eyes looked up at hers briefly and he smiled. For just a moment, she didn't hate Michael for what he was making her do … she managed to block out all thought that this was Sarah's husband in Sarah's bed while she wore Sarah's lingerie. His tongue developed a rhythm and from somewhere deep inside her body, Megan felt the pulsing begin.

Intense throbbing had joined the pulsing and her body had a mind of its own, raising her hips up off the bed and pushing her mound at his rapidly stroking wet tongue. "Unngghh! … oh God yes! Just there, nothing else, just there!" She was calling the shots.

He paused his licking and sucking of her clit for a moment, saying to her "What were you saying to me about this being wrong? Do you still want me to stop?"

"Shut up, Michael! Don't you dare stop … you can't stop!" Megan almost shouted the words at him, detesting his cockiness. He obviously had known all along that he could get her into his bed, although he had to blackmail her by telling her that Sarah would not believe her story. But now that she was here, Megan couldn't believe the unexpected pleasurable feelings he was giving her, although she still felt guilt at doing this behind Sarah's back.




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 02



Her orgasm was not long in coming. His tongue on her clit only needed about two dozen strokes. Her body lifted up to push at his licking tongue, the throbbing and pulsing coming to the surface at her clit from somewhere deep within her body. Her pelvis shook and lifted up off the bed, her thighs clamped around Michael's head, carrying him with her as her lower body spasmed into uncontrollable shaking.

Megan felt it was a great orgasm … although she had not experienced that many that she could compare it with. He didn't give her long to savour the moment. His mouth pulled away while her body was still pulsing and he started to move up … she felt his lips kissing her bare belly. She felt him at her navel, his tongue exploring her inny. His fingers pushed the hem of her short cami up just ahead of his lips as his whole head slid up over her body. Then she felt his lips at the curved underside of one breast, kissing and sucking. Then across to the other one so the second of her perfect orbs didn't feel neglected.

Michael had now pushed her cami up into a bunch of material just below her neck and his tongue and lips made contact with first one erect nipple then the other. 'Something this wrong shouldn't be feeling this good,' thought Megan and she fought against her hands moving of their own free will to hug his head tightly to her breasts.

She felt Michael's lower body come in contact with hers, his hard cock nudging between the tops of her spread thighs and catching in the crease of her outer labia. His face came up from her breasts, his lips touching hers, lightly at first. She had her lips pressed tightly closed but his tongue probed along them, intent on prising them open. 

She had not wanted to easily surrender any ground to him, still determined to be a reluctant participant in his seduction of her, but the surprise of achieving such a powerful orgasm had softened her resolve. Now, she was even experiencing wonderful feelings from his sliding cock-head that was widening the groove of her nether lips. So her mouth complied, allowing his tongue to slip between her lips and touch the tip of her tongue, sending a delightful and passionate shiver down through her body.

One of Michael's hands closed behind her head, holding her steady while his lips and tongue devoured her mouth deeply and passionately. Megan let out a whimper as her body responded while down between the tops of her thighs, she felt his hard cock twitching. Her husband Brandon had turned out to be less than romantic or passionate. While they did kiss a lot before they were married, he never bothered with it once they started having real sex. Megan believed that his lack of kissing and foreplay may be one of the reasons that she seldom orgasmed with Brandon.

Michael's hand left her head and she felt his fingers touching the soft, smooth skin of one of her firm pert breasts. She noted how nice his fondling fingers felt and her lower body responded in kind, thrusting forward at his hard cock that was wedged into the groove of her pubic mound, slipping and sliding from their combined juices. His kissing maintained its seductive pressure on her body, constant shivers of delight now running through her. Almost involuntarily, she reached one hand down between their bodies and grasped his hard-on, tugging it from between her legs and running her fingers up and down the shaft. Michael groaned appreciatively. She was very proficient at wanking a man's hard cock, having done this so often for Brandon before they were married.

Megan felt both of Michael's hands on her breasts and at last his mouth left hers and moved quickly back down to capture first one nipple, then the other. His tongue painted his saliva across her taut buds while his lips closed hard around them and occasionally his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. All the while, her hand fondled his hard cock and she felt the moisture oozing out of the tip, indicating his readiness.

Michael had lusted after Megan for so long that he feared he might not be able to hold back once his cock felt the hot moist satiny lining of her tight cunt hugging his shaft. Despite his lusting haze, he knew that he must attend to her pleasure before his own or risk any chance of having repeat performances with her on other nights. Reluctantly, he pulled his body back away from her, but her hand held on to his cock, continuing to milk it dangerously. Her hand on his erection was feeling sensational to Michael.

He had to eventually reach his hand down and pull her hand clear of his pulsing hard-on. He looked down into her eyes and was delighted to see her passion. In spite of her earlier reluctance, Michael was convinced that she was now willing and ready to be fucked. "You are some hot woman … man, you are in heat!" he told her cockily, convinced that he was a master lover who had brought out her hidden desires. In reality, she had been treated so badly by Brandon that any man treating her to lots of kissing and foreplay and showing her some respect would turn her on, even this man that she still considered a leching pervert.

Megan was embarrassed at being told that she was in heat … she was pleased that he hadn't used the word bitch as well. Despite her passions being aroused – with the assistance of copious glasses of wine – she briefly came to her senses. "Michael, this is wrong, I don't want to do this. Please stop it now! We're cheating on Sarah, you should be ashamed of yourself … and so should I."

"Oh shut up, Megan … you know you want it. Just lie back and enjoy the moment … I'm going to make you feel so good." With that, he pushed his hard erection back into the juicy channel that was formed by the lips of her labia, stopping and lodging its head at the doorway of her cunt.

She was embarrassed that she had seemingly done what he had suggested. Her body lay flat on her back, her legs wantonly spread with his body completely covering hers, his legs between hers. After he had removed her eager hand from his cock, both of her arms lay spread on the bed on either side of her body, the palms of her hands facing upward in a submissive 'come and take me' gesture. Clearly, in spite of her earlier reluctance, Megan was there for Michael to have.

And so Michael took her there and then, in his and Sarah's marital bed. Megan could feel the wet tip of his hard cock pause at the now spread lips of her cunt … Michael held it there for only a moment, then the head plunged into her eagerly. Although her body had been wet and ready for a while, his sudden thrusting entry was nonetheless probing and intrusive and she cried out, "Oh … not too fast!"

Megan knew from having seen Michael's erect cock in the bathroom that morning that she had walked in on him, that his was decidedly bigger than Brandon's had been. Now her cunt that had previously only known one man's cock was having to adjust, experiencing that extra length and girth almost painfully. 'I can't quite call it pain,' she thought, trying to justify her meek acceptance as Michael pushed another inch into her with little pause. 'It's really just a bit sore and uncomfortable' as she strived to ease the hard pressure his sudden and quick entry was placing on her inner passage by lifting her knees up on either side of his straight legs.

"Michael, can you just wait for a second … please?" she was trying to sound forceful, then decided to play on his ego – she certainly knew he had one. "You're so much bigger than my husband was … my body has to adjust to your size."

But Michael gave her little sympathy … he seemed to now be lost in the euphoric feelings as her tight cunt gripped his hard cock within its magical liquid sheath. "Oh God, I'm in heaven … you are so tight. Man, this is fuckin' great!" With that, he pushed again, ignoring her plaintive request and managing this time to get most of his hard cock up inside her, filling her so tightly. Having lifted her knees, she now raised her legs up high, lifting her ankles to lock over his arse, feeling at once how much that eased the pressure of his entry.

Her eyes had been shut tight as she tried to resist the discomfort of his forceful entry. She opened them to see his face hovering above hers, he was looking down on her with lust and desire rampant in his eyes. At the same time, she could already feel the twitching of his hard cock that occupied every useable bit of space within her vagina. She thought that she could feel his tip touching some part of her deep inside, like he was up against a wall or something. From diagrams she had seen in books, she realised that the hard head of his cock must be touching the entrance of her uterus.

"Oh, this is just too much, why doesn't Sarah feel this fucking tight. Babe, you've got a tight cunt that's made for fucking."

Megan hated the language that he used and she hated that he had mentioned his wife's name at this very intimate moment. She hated that he was even thinking of Sarah while his hard cock was buried to the hilt inside Megan … and she hated it more because the mention of Sarah's name tweaked Megan's conscience. She thought of Sarah at this moment, probably alone in a hotel room in the middle of her business trip, oblivious to the fact that her husband and her good friend were about to go at it in her bed back home. With that thought and the words alone in a hotel room, Megan tried to make herself feel better by thinking to herself that Sarah just may not be alone. 'Who knows, perhaps Sarah might find a man on these business trips.'

While her mind had been wandering, Michael had thankfully been still, at last conscious of Megan's pleas to give her some time to adjust. But maybe he was trying to calm his arousal enough to stretch this out into a satisfactory performance on his part. It could even have been Megan's compliment about his greater size. Whatever it was, Megan's body was adjusting and when at last, she felt the solid shaft of his penis beginning to retreat from her tight vagina, she realised that there was less discomfort.

Michael wanted to go straight to overdrive, but he managed to control himself enough to plunge it back in quite slowly. Megan appreciated his gesture and she tightened the grip of her ankles around his arse as her hands came up and locked around his neck, completing her surrender to him and pulling his face down to hers. They kissed passionately again, their tongues entwining.

Soon, he had a nice rhythm going and Megan let out an appreciative sigh, indicating to him how much she was liking it. But with the constant rhythm of his strokes combined with her earlier hand fondling, Michael also felt the tightening of his balls … the sheer pleasure of her moist velvet walls on the underside of his cock were having a devastating effect on his libido. He tried to think about other things, anything … but it was impossible. The walls of her cunt were sucking his release up and out of his balls. "No!" he screamed out, breaking his lips away from the kiss, signalling how much he wanted to delay his cum.

"What's wrong?" Megan called back, alarmed, concerned at what may be wrong.

"I want to make it last for us both … but it's too good in there. I can't stop it."

His revelation startled her … the throbbing behind her cunt had begun again, just like it had when he was licking her clit. She had been settling in for quite a long session, having believed all his boasting about how good it would be. She did not like Michael enough to lie and tell him everything would be okay. He had forced her to have sex with him and her body was starting to feel good … she wanted the prize that came with that. "Oh no, not yet," she pleaded. "Please wait, I think I might come again."

"Well ... you better be ... real quick, babe," he gasped at her between deep breaths, followed immediately by a loud expressive grunt that would have signalled his coming. Had she not already felt the splash of his cum hurtle from out of his tip into the confined space deep at the far end of her passage.

Her rising passion marked by a throbbing and pulsing deep inside her body was abruptly left hanging as his thrusting cock's action ceased immediately. The jerking spasms that delivered each package of cum into her receptive body not enough to push her building orgasm over the top.

Megan lay under his heavy body in frustration as she felt him filling her up with his cum, but little else … and then he had to tell her how good she was.

"Jesus, you were great. I've never come so quickly before … you did that to me … you and that magic cunt of yours."

She looked up into his satisfied smirking face while he managed to keep his head above hers, really wanting to drop it down on the pillow beside her in his exhaustion. "So let me see if I got this right … you came because I'm so great ... but I didn't get to cum. I was almost there, but you couldn't even make it last long enough for me to come … and somehow that's my fault."

"Yeah, you're so fuckin' tight, that hot cunt of yours just milked the cum clear out of me. Shit, that was great … did you like it?"

"Did you hear me Michael? I might have enjoyed it if you could have hung on until I came. But instead, after all the promises, you were just a selfish man wanting to unload your stuff in me."

"What are you talking about? You came when I went down on you, don't tell me you didn't."

"Yes Michael, I did and it was very nice, but…"

"But what, we're one each, sounds pretty even to me."

Megan gave up trying to explain to him how he had started her on the path to an orgasm by his strong thrusting, only to explode prematurely, leaving her very frustrated and racked with guilt for Sarah. She wondered if perhaps she was being selfish ... after all, she had never been multi-orgasmic, so perhaps she should be content with one. It was just that he had boasted about how good it was going to be and Michael's loving had seemed more promising than Brandon's so she had allowed herself to feel the passion that she might normally have shut out.

Michael lay on her for quite some time and he was heavy … until at last his cock had softened to just a floppy appendage, and he pulled it out of her body, the rest of him rolling away to one side.

He turned his head toward hers, "I never asked if you had some protection?"

She paused before answering, "No, no I don't."

"Christ woman, are you crazy, why didn't you say something. I could have pulled out…"

"I don't think you could have … you were so out of it when you came, you wouldn't have heard anything I'd said."

"What woman goes around without any protection?"

"A woman who never expected to end up in a man's bed tonight, that's who. I stopped taking the pill when I left Brandon. Who would have thought this would happen. I don't think I'm fertile at the moment. Let's hope not anyway."

Megan started to rise up from the bed. "Where you going?"

"Back to my room, I need to sleep, I've got work tomorrow."

"So have I, but I'm not done yet. You're staying in here all night. We'll have a couple of hours sleep, then when I can get some starch back in my cock, I want to do you up the arse."

Megan cringed, "No, please Michael ... I don't want to do that."

"I don't intend to argue with you … I'm having you up that pretty arse of yours, there's no question about that. And if you so much as think about telling Sarah about any of this tonight, you can bet she'll throw you out, quick as looking at you. Now come over here and we'll get some sleep."

Reluctantly, Megan rolled over into his arms, convinced that she wouldn't be able to sleep with this man. However, it would be three hours later before she would wake. 

Chapter Four

As Megan woke and slowly realised where she was … laying in Sarah and Michael's bed – with Michael, she glanced across at the bedside clock. It was showing 12.30 ... a.m. Megan was flat on her stomach, her legs spread and her head turned to one side, away from Michael. She could feel a finger – obviously Michael's – spreading some sort of liquid all around her anal ring. Occasionally, his finger would gently push into her anus, up to the first knuckle, ensuring that she was well lubed.

Megan wanted to jump up out of bed – and run from the room. She was really quite terrified of having this man put his hard cock up into her tiny anal passage. Vividly, she recalled Brandon's one-time drunken fumblings and his aggressive rape of her arse. All she could recall from that night was that acute pain that she felt throughout her ordeal, and she trembled at the prospect of enduring that again. But she had protested already and she could see how determined Michael was to do this … it seemed fruitless to protest again.

Still she would try. "Michael, I don't want you to do this."

There was no answer, he just squirted even more of the KY Jelly between her arse cheeks and his fingers intrusively spread it around, running up and down in the crease of her arse, sliding over and around her puckered anal ring.

Megan tried to squeeze her cheeks together, but that only succeeded in trapping his finger there. "Did you hear me, Michael? I don't want to do it. I'll try anything else you might want, just don't stick it in me back there … please."

This time, he answered her. Pushing his slippery finger once more through her tight sphincter, he told her "It's going in here, babe … are you ready for this? I'm going to love it … I think you will too, I hope you do … but you know what? That doesn't really bother me."

"How could you do something I clearly don't want to do? Don't you respect me?"

"Don't put any guilt trip on me … what's respect got to do with it? Circumstance has placed you in this house and I couldn't be happier about that. I wank off regularly after watching you wandering around my house … your beautiful body turning me on … wondering all the time how I could get my cock into you. Then Sarah's boss sends her away on a business trip and I cannot believe my good luck. I'm not one to miss an opportunity … you can bleat all you like but my cock is about to disappear up your arse. So just accept it babe!"

Megan cringed, feeling his finger now twisting around inside her anal passage. "Does Sarah let you do this?"

"What does it matter?"

"I'd like to know … have you ever done it like this with Sarah?"

"No!" was his quiet reply.

"So it's okay to blackmail me into letting you do it, but Sarah won't let you and you accept that?"

"I could if I wanted to, I've just never chosen to do it with her."

"That's bull shit!" Megan was stunned that she had resorted to using his language. "…And you know it, Michael. You're obsessed with trying it, your wife's never let you and probably never will, so you figure you can force me into it, by blackmail. Will that satisfy you as much, knowing you had to force me to do it?"

She was making him angry. He pulled his finger out of her arse quickly and she felt him grab each of her ankles and drag them further apart. Then he reached up and took hold of her hips, raising them up so that she was now on her knees, her arse bent over in front of him, her cheeks spread wide. She was only raised up awkwardly in the middle of her body, her head and shoulders were still down on the bed. 

Megan couldn't see him behind her but she knew that right now he would be gazing at her tight puckered little anus, completing his arousal. She looked across the bedroom and caught sight of them both in the mirror … she saw that his arousal didn't need any more completion. His cock stood out hard and straight at right angles from his body and it seemed to be poised about an inch from her arse cheeks.




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 02



Megan felt his cock-head touch one cheek of her arse and she shuddered in fright, the muscles in her rear tightening her anal ring. The touch of the tip of his cock was on the smooth slope of her arse. The next time it touched her, she felt it slide into the cleavage and run along the crack of her arse. She flinched from the intimate contact.

Michael had spotted the nervous tightening of her pucker. "Can't wait, eh … your fuckin' anus is winking at me. You want to feel it up there, don't you? I know you do."

Realising that anal sex was definitely about to happen in this bed, Megan pleaded for the best deal possible. "Just be gentle … please Michael. Don't push it in too hard."

"I'll be gentle, babe. I want you to like it, 'cause I want to be there again some time."

'Not likely,' thought Megan as she felt his cock slide up and down the crease of her arse several times, wallowing in the KY he had spread there. Then she held her breath as she felt his hard tip snared on her puckered anal ring and she knew the moment of truth was upon her. Surprisingly gently, she felt Michael apply a little pressure, just nudging his cock head at her tiny anus, his thumbs prising her cheeks wide apart to stretch her anal opening.

"Relax Megan!" He hadn't used her name much this night. She liked it better than babe and wondered if, after her short speech, he was approaching her with respect this time. She tried to relax her arse and it must have worked because she felt his knob push through her tight sphincter, lodging all of the head up to the ridge behind inside her anus.

"Ohhh God!" Her cry was expressive, but his entry had not brought the extreme pain she had anticipated … and the pain that she had endured when Brandon did it this way.

"Holy shit, I thought it felt good when I was up your cunt, but man, this is unbelievable."

"Can I rely on you to cum as quickly?" she pleaded.

"I sure hope not!" Strangely, he didn't object to her slur on his manhood. "Are you okay?"

She was pleased to hear him express his concern. "Yes, I think I am."

"Can I push on?"

Megan was overcome by his concern, but stunned that this man, who would so coldly dismiss her right to say no to his advances, would now show such compassion … and at a time when his hard cock was pushing up inside her arse. This sex act was, to her, an unnatural one. "Yes," she finally whispered, but managing this time to not even brace herself for his next thrust. It took some control, but she somehow felt that she could trust him not to intentionally hurt her.

He pushed hard, his hands holding her hips steady as his erection gained an inch more. With more of his cock inside her tight passage, the pressure in her rectum was intense. "How far have you got?" she inquired.

"About half-way," he lied, not wanting to admit that he had only managed to push two inches of his seven up inside her. Michael determined that his next thrust would need to be the big one. Too many of these short gains would test her patience and she might start squealing. Megan felt his grip on her hips tighten and knew that signalled his next hard thrust. Michael did made it the big one as he looked down at her spread arse cheeks and saw almost three inches more of his shaft disappear inside her body through the incredibly tight stretched hole.

Fortunately, he had been liberal in spreading the KY around and his cock was sliding well into her rectum. It was probably the difference for Megan from her first daunting experience at anal loving. Again, she felt the grip of his hands on her hips tighten and she mentally prepared for what she hoped would be his last thrust. It was … Michael watched the remaining two inches of his shaft totally enveloped within her arse. He gazed down in wonder at how he had got his quite proportionally large cock totally embedded within her.

"Thank God," she muttered. "That has to be all of it."

"Yes … yes it is. I'll wait a moment before I start to fuck you."

She sighed, "That would be good, thank you," she responded, still hating his use of the f word, but not challenging it anymore.

Megan could feel his cock twitching within her arse and wondered if he might be losing it again. She squeezed her arse cheeks, eager to help him along to an early finish if he was close. But all it did was elicit a very appreciative gasp from him as he felt her squeeze right along the length of his shaft ... that in turn telegraphed the pleasure through his body.

At last, Megan felt the withdrawal as his hard cock dragged most of the way out of her tight rectum before plunging back inside, this time in one fluid motion. She let out a groan. In and out, his see-sawing thrusts drove his whole length into and out of her tight rectum. Having earlier got his rocks off inside her cunt, Michael managed to hold on quite well this time. For Megan, the pain of his intrusion in her arse eased, but the discomfort remained all the way to Michael's powerful finish.

Megan knew it was coming for a while. His thrusts got harder and quicker and his expressive moaning intensified until, with one last hard push deep into her, his cock exploded within her rectal passage, blasting copious quantities of his cum deep inside. Michael collapsed forward, his upper body falling forward to rest on her back as his cock spasmed and pulsed, spurting every last drop of his cum into her bowel.

She held him up for as long as she could, but eventually his weight pushed her body forward, flopping down flat on the bed. Fortunately, his cock was almost flaccid by this point, so in falling flat on the bed together - Michael on top of Megan's back - his now limp cock slipped out. Very soon, he was snoring … that and the weight of him on her body prevented Megan from getting to sleep. Eventually, she managed to roll him off her onto his side of the bed without waking him. Then, Megan was able to drift off to sleep too without cleaning up, his cum leaking from her stretched anus onto the sheet beneath her body.

Michael stirred awake as the dawn light came through the bedroom window. He turned and looked across at the still sleeping Megan, gazing admiringly at her shapely arse, the first erogenous part of her that he saw as she still lay facedown on the bed alongside him. Michael was tempted to straddle her body and resume his activities, his cock was already responding eagerly as he looked over her smooth bare skin.

But he forced himself to get up and go take a shower, to clean himself off from the sexual activity of the night. Michael had been in Megan's arse and as lustful as he was for one more go with Megan before he left for work, he was at least caring enough to not convey any foetal matter into her cunt.

Michael showered quickly but thoroughly, drying himself with a towel in such a hurry that most of his body was still damp as he came from the bathroom to kneel on his bed, gazing down at the sleeping young woman. 'What a great arse, God it felt so good to shoot my cum up inside that tight arse. I'd really like another go in there, but I haven't got time.' He glanced at the bedside clock, noting that he was due at work in half an hour.

Soaping his cock thoroughly in the shower combined with his lustful arousal from his eyes scanning her naked body when he first woke had ensured that his cock was rampant again. He reached across the bed and rolled her body toward the middle, onto her back. She mumbled in her sleep at the disturbance from being rolled over. He quickly shuffled across the bed, slipping his knees between her legs, his hands spreading them wide.

Michael lowered his mouth to one of those perfect orbs that sat in perfection upon her chest, the nipples flat and dormant. Megan murmured contentedly in her sleep as he suckled first one nipple then the other. His hand reached down to her mound and gently touched her there … she was dry. His hand shot up to the tip of his own hard cock and scooped a bountiful supply of the oozing clear liquid onto his finger … he then transferred that to her slit and rubbed up and down a couple of times.

He intensified his tonguing of her nipples, trying to arouse Megan's body sexually. His finger slipped up and coaxed her clitoris from its covering. At last, was having some success as her body responded to his moisture with just a little of her own. "Ummm!" she sighed, beginning to awaken. "What are you doing?"

"I want you one more time, Megan … I need you now … I've got to have you."

"Not again Michael, haven't you had enough?"

"No, just one more … come on, wake up, it's morning."

Megan's eyes just barely opened, squinting from the brightness of the sun coming in the bedroom window. "Oh my God, it really is morning … what time is it?"

"Doesn't matter what time," he mumbled as his lips continued to work on her nipples, criss-crossing from one to the other.

"Ummm, that does feels good," she said encouragingly, lifting a hand to place on his head, running the fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth more firmly to her breast. "Have we got time for this?"

Michael lifted his head up, pulling against the pressure of her hand on the back of his head that tried to hold him to her breast. "Definitely not, but I'm making time." With that, he lowered his pelvis and pushed it up against hers, fitting his hard cock so that his tip rested in the now moistened groove of her labia lips.

Automatically, her knees raised up, her lower body forming a 'U' into which his body fitted perfectly. She felt his hand fumbling around at her mound, separating her lips, then felt his erection pushing into the opening of her cunt. He thrust firmly forward, pushing her body down into the mattress, causing her to feel the soreness in her tender arse from his nocturnal endeavours.

"Oooh, I'm a bit sore from last night," she told him, trying to lift her lower body up from the bed to ease the pressure on her arse. But she was driven back into the mattress as he pushed down, burying half of his length inside her, pausing for a moment for Megan to cope with his size. Then he pushed into her again and she was able to take it all. "It's going in easier this morning," she said with a smile, her eyes now wide open as she watched his face.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"I'm still so new to this … you're only the second man I've ever had. I like to watch the expression on your face as you slide it in. It changes you know … you pull a face that looks like it takes your breath away."

"It does! You are such a delightful tight fuck, much tighter than Sarah."

Megan again winced at hearing him mention his wife's name while his hard cock was pushing in and out of Megan's hot cunt. "I don't want to hear her name while you're doing this to me … I don't want to be reminded that we are cheating on her."

"Don't let it bother you … it doesn't bother me," he said as she shoved hard again and Megan's guilt was washed away by a delightful wave of pleasure that he had initiated with his hard rhythmic thrusts and that was now building its way to the surface. She was hesitant to give in to the warm rolling pulsing from deep within her body. She had let herself feel it when he first entered her last night, only to be disappointed when he blew his load before she could climax.

Megan looked up into his eyes, trying to detect any sign that he might again be close to coming. When she saw none, she relaxed her body and let it ride along with his steady throbbing thrusts that were rapidly driving her to a release. She wrapped her arms around his, locked her legs around his and shoved her cunt back hard at him on every hard thrust. She was whimpering with passion now and her surrender drove him to new heights as he pursued a sexual pleasure – for both of them.

Hearing her moaning and gasping breaths reaching a crescendo, Michael put everything into the next few strokes, pushing in deep and pulling back right to the edge. Megan shuddered into a powerful orgasm with a series of ecstatic screams, her body clinging to his as he gave in and let his own release follow quickly, his cum spilling into her in a series of hard throbbing thrusts.

The room was noisy, filled with the sounds of both of them grunting and moaning until at last his cock softened and the cum petered out. "Have I won you over?"

"That time was nice!"

"Is that all, just nice? Wasn't that one of the best nights of your life?"

"Michael, I don't have much to compare it with. But all I will say is that it sure beats having my ex try to punch my lights out."

He didn't want to leave, but he was due at work about now, so Michael withdrew his cock from her body quite quickly and sprang off the bed. "I'm sorry, I don't like to fuck and run, but I've got to be at work. Until next time, eh babe."

"No next time, Michael."

"Aw, come on, don't give me that crap. You look to me like you enjoyed it?"

"This morning wasn't too bad, I have to admit … but I still didn't like you putting it in my bottom."

"In your arse, babe … can't you say arse?"

"It's just that I don't want to, there's no need to use words like that."

"It's expressive, they're strong words that tell it the way it is … you know, I've fucked you in your cunt and up your arse."

"Well, I still don't like them … and I still think you're a perv, lurking around, trying to catch me peeing and all."

"Yeah well, I won't have to do that now, I just wanted to see your cunt … now I've seen it. And a great cunt it is too."

"Michael, please don't call it that."

"That's what it is babe … it's a cunt and you've got a great one. Listen Megan, can you do something with the sheets before you go to work?"

"What … do you want me to wash them?"

"That would be good, we can't afford for Sarah to find them soiled in the laundry basket. Worse still, if we leave them on the bed, she'll know for sure. I know you don't want that. I told you last night she'll kick you out if she thinks you've been with me."

To be continued



From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 03



Megan's Sexual Awakening began after her much anticipated virginal wedding night became a disaster that eventually led to the early demise of her marriage to childhood sweetheart Brandon. In fleeing her husband's drunken sexual rages, she moved to the home of her workmate Sarah and her husband Michael.

But Michael lusted after Megan – even perving on her on the toilet – and when Sarah went away on business, Michael's business was sexual and he blackmailed Megan. Despite Michael's boasting about how good a night with him would be, he only partially satisfied Megan and she was racked with guilt about cheating on Sarah while living in her home.

Book Three: The Rich Boss

Chapter One

The Saturday following Megan's night in bed with Michael was the company picnic … Megan had agreed to go with Sarah and Michael. All through the day, Sarah had been very picky toward Megan, so much so that Megan began to worry that Sarah suspected that something had occurred between Michael and her. At one stage, Megan managed to take Michael aside to express her concern.

"Michael, I think she knows that you and I did it while she was away."

"She wouldn't know babe, but she might suspect something."

"Why do you say that? What would give her a reason to suspect? Did you say something to her? Michael, I want to know."

"Yeah well, I didn't actually say anything about me doing you."

"Then what? Why is she suspicious?"

"Well, I have sort of suggested that we should have a threesome, that would be really cool."

Megan was furious. "Michael, you are an idiot, why would you say something like that right after she's been away and left us in the house together. No wonder she's suspicious."

He ignored her fury. "So what do you think babe? How would it be for you to get off with sweet Sarah, you know, all lick, lick … and then have me fuck you right after. We could even show Sarah how I can do it up your arse … could give her a few ideas. Man, that would be enormous."

"Oh hell Michael, you are impossible. Just go away and leave me alone." Megan looked across at the main group at the picnic and saw Sarah looking at she and Michael talking. "Thanks a lot, I can see myself getting kicked out of your house."

Megan headed back to the main group where Sarah was waiting for her. "What was that all about? Was he telling you his big plan for us all to have a threesome … or did you already know about that? Where did that come from, Megan? Have you been putting ideas in his head? Are you trying to steal my husband?"

"No Sarah, I don't want him."

"Why not, miss high and mighty? Do you think you're too good for us?"

The argument that Sarah had been spoiling for was now inevitable and the two went into an intense verbal spat with a lot of name-calling and accusations. Foolishly Megan told Sarah that Michael had raped her on Thursday night while she was away, even telling about him putting it up her arse. Sarah was naturally in complete denial that Michael would do such a thing and instead accused Megan of trying to wreck her marriage by throwing herself at her husband. She told Megan that she wanted her out of the house within a week.

Megan was distraught and wandered away from the company picnic, finding a lone rock to sit on, well away from everybody else. She dropped her head in her hands, sobbing, wondering how she could find somewhere else to live in less than a week. In her quiet solitude, she heard a voice and looked up to see a 10 year old boy who told her his name is Matthew, and he offered soothing, comforting words to her, but spoken with the naivety of a ten year old. 

They talked for quite a while and she managed to stop her crying … young Matthew asked her to enter the 3-legged race with him. He told her that his sister was entering it with his dad, so he had nobody to accompany him, since his mum had left them all just two weeks ago and gone off with another man. He told her so matter-of-factly and Megan was amazed that he was so accepting of his situation even though he may be hurting inside. She realised that his hurt was far greater than hers was and she agreed to race with young Matthew.

Megan used a tissue to wipe away her tears, totally taken by the confidence and maturity of the ten-year-old boy. What would you know, Megan and the boy actually won the race. The boy's father (his name is Richard) came over to congratulate them, curious about the very attractive young woman that his son had found. He thanked her and asked about her … Megan quickly realised that Richard was one of the senior management at the company. 

He looked to be about 15 years older than Megan. He bought her a hot dog and they sat down to talk, he revealed that his wife had been having an affair and had stormed out of the house only two weeks back to go off and live with the other man. She had wilfully deserted her kids and Richard was now battling to maintain some form of family environment in which to raise his kids and hold his senior management position.

Later in the day, Richard came looking for Megan and persuaded her to enter a bag race where two people step into a huge hessian bag, one behind the other and through a series of coordinated jumps, they race to a finish line. Even just practising for the event, Megan was a little embarrassed by having this adult man – a stranger until a few hours ago and one of her bosses - standing hard up against her back, their bodies touching from head to toe. One of Richard's arms held her tightly around her waist, while his other arm was across her ample breasts, his hand holding the hessian bag up. 

She and Richard did quite well and actually led the race for a short time, but nearing the finish, she tripped and they toppled over, Richard landing on top of her back. They both lay there laughing for a long moment, Megan temporarily forgetting her fragile residential situation. As their laughter at last subsided, she noticed that Richard's penis felt quite large and seemed to be lodged – with her slacks and his trousers separating them - in the cleavage of the cheeks of her arse. Megan could not help herself from cheekily clenching her cheeks on his hard rod once or twice before the two hauled themselves out of the hessian bag.

When the company outing was over, everybody had to be conveyed from the remote picnic grounds down by the river back to their cars in a car park half a mile away. The park rangers used a little mini train to transport everybody in two trips. Richard got his kids on board but there was no room for Megan.

"Never mind, I'll wait for the next trip," she told him, disappointed that her fun time with Richard and his kids was almost over.

"No, no, we can fit you in here Megan. Quick, get on board." Richard held out his hands, motioning for her to jump on.

Megan had no idea where she could fit as she stepped onto the last carriage of the mini train and one of the rangers yelled out, "You can't stand lady … you'll have to get off and wait for the next one."

"Here Megan, sit on my lap," suggested Richard, determined to have her ride with he and his kids.

So she sat on his lap, although Megan thought that she could have taken the seat next to Richard, where his kids were sitting, and they could each have sat one of his kids on their laps. But she was nevertheless happy to go along with Richard's idea, 'Maybe he too liked having his penis resting against my bottom when we fell in the hessian bag race,' she thought.

Megan climbed into the cramped mini train and lowered herself onto Richard's lap, initially sitting side on to him, her bottom across his thighs. She turned her face to look into his eyes, asking him, "Would it be better if I sat the other way?" So she turned her body so that her back was to him, lowering her body onto his again, but sitting daringly further back so that her arse was up against his pelvis. She even wriggled her cheeks to settle either side of what felt like his penis, now much softer. 

It started out to be harmless enough, but as the little train rode over the bumpy park terrain, Megan felt his penis beneath her arse cheeks growing rapidly. Again, she cheekily clenched her cheeks and felt Richard subconsciously react with his arm around her waist tightening his hold on her each time she clenched.

She had lost contact with Sarah and Michael after the argument, so she asked Richard if he would mind dropping her near transport. He kindly offered to drive her to her current home. In their car on their way home, young Matthew told his dad about finding Megan crying earlier and Richard wanted to know more … he insisted that Megan tell him her whole tragic tale. She related the whole sad story, about her wife-beating husband and about the incidents with Michael behind Sarah's back. 

Later that night, Richard called her mobile phone to tell her that he wanted her to move into his house to help look after his kids. He said that he would pay her a wage as an au pair – or nanny - and give her free room and board. He assured her that he was an honourable man and that he did not intend to take advantage of the situation. In other words, no sex!

She moved into his house two days later and the arrangement worked out well … Richard was as good as his word. She stayed on working for the company and Richard had her work hours adjusted so that she could finish by 3pm daily to go home to supervise his children and cook dinner. Since she now had no rent to pay, her finances improved. On the weekends, she could afford a social life and she started going out to the movies. She had become distrusting of men after her two bad experiences so she didn't accept any dates, even though a few of the men at work noticed that the wedding ring was now missing from her third finger.

Megan and Richard got on extremely well at his home and there was no hint of intimate familiarity. He did invite her to watch TV with he and the kids, and she did regularly. But most nights, when she saw the kids off to bed, she retired for the night too.

One night, after she had been living in Richard's house for about a month, she found that she could not sleep. She had been in bed about two hours, tossing and turning, but sleep evaded her. Around midnight, she got out of bed and quietly tiptoed toward the kitchen. She had to pass through the lounge room to get there and as she approached, she noticed the light of the TV screen illuminating the room.

She entered the room from the side so Richard wasn't able to see her coming. His eyes were half closed anyway, because his fist was wrapped around his hard erection as he wanked off while watching an intimate DVD. Megan had to cross in front of the TV to get to the kitchen … as she was almost directly between Richard and the TV, she glanced across at her boss and saw to her surprise his urgent state of arousal and what he was doing about it.

"I'm sorry," she stuttered, stopping right in front of the TV, looking straight at Richard, unsure of what else to say as Richard's eyes opened wide and he realised that he had been caught with his fist pumping his hard cock. They were both extremely embarrassed and Richard tried unsuccessfully to stuff his hard-on back into his pants. 

Megan turned her head back the other way to see what was on the TV screen and saw a couple on a lounge that looked very familiar … they were making love. It appeared to be a home video with the camera probably set up on a tripod. Since the lounge appeared to be the one that Richard was now sitting on, she quickly assumed that the man was Richard, but his back was to the camera. Without a doubt, the woman was his wife, much younger, possibly before they had kids … Megan recognised her from the photos around the house. She continued to watch the screen and the man turned to smile at the camera and she realised that it was Richard. The couple looked then to be only her age now.

Richard's voice came from behind her back on the lounge, attracting her attention back to him. "I'm sorry Megan, I thought you'd gone to bed. I would never have done this out here if I'd known you were still about. I still miss her so much … watching these old videos of us together helps me, if only to get my rocks off."

"I didn't mean to intrude, Richard. When I saw that the TV was on, I should have gone the other way to get to the kitchen. Please forgive me for interrupting you, I feel so awful now."

Standing directly between Richard and the television screen, Megan was silhouetted by the light of the TV, her nightgown totally transparent. Richard could see the outline of her perfect hourglass figure. Her legs were spread slightly apart at her feet, the gap narrowing past her knees and up her thighs until her upper thighs just barely touched before that little gap of light appeared between them at the top of her thighs directly below her mound.

Megan could see his eyes devouring her figure. Self consciously, she half-turned away to look at the TV again, but this move only presented her body in profile to Richard and he could now study the outline of her pert up-turning breasts with nipples erect, pushing the silky material out. Her breasts were so large and firm, that the TV light shone through the material that hung below her out-thrust breasts before the garment again made contact with her body around her waist. Richard could see how flat her belly was and the material was so sheer, he could detect some stray strands of her pubic hair sticking out from her mound.

The DVD played on with Richard and his ex fucking away to a near-perfect joint climax that even caused a tingle in Megan's nether regions as she brazenly watched the action without comment. As the pair on the screen came down from their orgasmic high, the picture went black and Megan whirled back around to look at Richard, seeing that he held the remote and had ended the intimate showing. The DVD having been stopped, the TV went back to a normal program, probably a movie on one of the multi-channels of the Pay TV provider.

"I better go," she said, noticing now that Richard had not been successful in stuffing all of his hard-on back through the opening in his trousers and his hand covered the still bulging head of his cock. She proceeded on to the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of milk and made herself a midnight snack. She heard a sound behind her and Richard appeared in the brightly lit room, his clothes now back in order. She couldn't help but glance down at the front of his trousers to check it out and the move was not lost on Richard. Megan could see that he still had a prominent bulge where his unsatisfied erection still pulsed.

"Megan my dear, I just wanted to apologise to you for my thoughtless behaviour. Even though you had gone to bed some time before, I should not have assumed that you would not get up. I have told you that I want you to treat this home as your own, so please never feel inhibited to stay in your room. I should have been doing what I was doing in the privacy of my bedroom. It's just that I don't have a TV in there and I'm not very good at doing that stuff without having some erotic inspiration to get me started."

"Then why do it at all if you have to have something to get you started."

"My dear, I guess that you don't yet understand the way the male body functions. I presume that a woman can exist without releasing the sexual tension frequently, but men – especially 20 to 40 year olds in our prime - can only go a few days before we are climbing the wall. I can't sleep if I'm horny, but just having a hard-on doesn't mean I can wank off easily. I need some visual stimulation, such as that video I was watching or a raunchy magazine with pictures of naked girls…" Richard looked sheepishly at Megan. "Or, dare I say, the vision of a beautiful houseguest in her totally transparent nightie, silhouetted in front of the TV."

"Oh dear, was I?" she said it so innocently that Richard wasn't sure if she was genuinely naive or having him on.

"Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Please forgive me and don't look at me as bad because of the primal needs that men have."

"Okay, I understand," she said, turning to resume preparing her snack. When she had finished what she was doing, she turned back around to find that he had left the room. Megan spent the next ten minutes devouring her midnight snack, then she cleaned up and went to return to bed. She walked back the way she came and was surprised to find Richard still seated in the lounge watching TV. This time, he was fully clothed and the TV program looked normal.

Megan strategically stopped as she crossed the room, again standing between Richard and the TV. This time, both of them knew that she fully understood what he could see as she faced him, her legs slightly further apart so that now, her upper thighs never touched.

"Richard, I was thinking…"

"Yes Megan, what about?"

"Well, do you have any more of those videos of you and your wife?"

"Yes, a couple."

She took two steps closer to him so that now her body totally blocked the screen. "I was thinking that maybe you might like to put one of them on the TV and, only if it's alright with you, perhaps I could help you to finish what you started before."

"Do you mean that you'd…"

"Just touching, Richard … only touching. I just figured that it wouldn't do any harm. You have been so good to me, taking me into your home and all…"

"Yes, but you have been equally outstanding for me, taking care of my kids for as long as you do each day. That's got to be hard for a young woman of your age who should be out with guys, night-clubbing and so on."

"Be that as it may, I was just sitting in the kitchen thinking about how I could repay you for your kindness. I got to thinking about how awful that must have been for you tonight when I blundered in … I mean, you must have been almost there, is that right?" 

He nodded, "I was pretty close!"

"And then I stumble into the room and stop you when you had almost got the relief that you so obviously needed, going by what you were saying about men needing that release. So I just thought that I'd like to help, so if you would like me to sit beside you on the lounge and just touch you until you can cum while you watch your video, I'd be happy to help. Nothing more though!"

"No, of course not. Oh Megan, I don't know what to say. That's a great offer … a fantastic offer, but I really shouldn't let you. I feel like I would be taking advantage of you."

"You're not taking advantage of me at all. You have been really kind to me, taking me in when I didn't have a place to live … and I just love looking after your kids. It would be a really special way for me to repay your kindness."

"Well Megan, I would be crazy not to take you up on it … so … yes, yes, please, come and sit here with me." He patted the lounge beside where he sat. "Err, I'll just put another DVD in." 

Richard stood up and walked across to a cabinet near the TV and took out a DVD in a plain blank case. He placed it in the player and went back to the lounge. Megan had by now sat herself down so that when he resumed his place, she was right alongside him, kneeling on the lounge, half facing him. He picked up the remote and hit play and Megan turned just her head to watch the screen. She sensed some movement beside her and turned back to see Richard unzipping his trousers.

"No, don't you do that, I want to do all of that … you just leave it to me."

"Okay, it's your call," said Richard as he rested his head on the back of the lounge, his eyes averted from the TV to watch Megan looking down intently at his lower body as she reached a hand in through the trouser opening that he had just unzipped. They both watched her hand coming back out holding his now semi-flaccid penis. "You may have a bit of work to do, it's lost some of its firmness," he told her.




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 03



Megan gazed at the object she held in her hand and admired the smooth round purplish head and the wrinkly skin of his shaft even though it was still semi-soft. It was circumcised, as Brandon's had been. Having only ever seen three, she was certainly not yet an expert, but she thought that when it extended to its full length, it would be some degree larger than that possessed by her ex. Her last experience was with Michael and his was uncut but similar in size to this one. She smiled to herself that she was assessing male penises.

Her soft young feminine hand felt magical to Richard as she fondled his penis with both hands, although initially he thought that her inexperience was showing. He was content to let her do it her way for now, but he knew it would take a while to get him up again unless she put a bit more stroking effort on the underside beneath the head.

They were both distracted momentarily by voices from the TV screen. Richard was asking his ex which way they intended to do it for the video this time around. She was answering that she thought that she might go down on him. As good as her word, the DVD showed her lowering her mouth over Richard's hard cock and beginning to suck on it.

Megan wondered if he had purposely selected this particular DVD or if it just came out at random. She also wondered how many there were in his collection. He appeared to be such a demure family man, a highly successful and efficient businessman. She found his penchant for videotaping he and his ex wife in compromising positions seemed to be out of character.

Richard's attention was now riveted to the TV screen since Megan's touching seemed amateurish to him and he began to consider if this had been such a great idea. By allowing her to do this to him, they had stepped over a line and he hoped that it would not be harmful to the very good employer/employee relationship they had.

As Richard watched and visually recalled his ex wife's fellatio technique, he felt his cock engorging back to a full-strength erection. He wondered if it was from watching and remembering his wife sucking him or the touch of Megan's fingers and hands that had seemed to be getting better in their fondling of his hard-on. He moaned as his erection peaked in size under her touch ... but that was soon followed by his loud gasp that filled the room as he felt Megan's warm liquid mouth close totally over the head of his cock.

"Oh yes," muttered Richard as her lips locked tightly around the ridge behind the head of his cock and from within her mouth she swiped her wet tongue over his tip. He brought his hands down to gently rest – without pressure at this stage - on the back of her head as a signal to her not to withdraw any time soon. After her seemingly amateurish fondling of his cock, Richard was now becoming impressed by her technique as her lips slipped down around his shaft and then withdrew back to the tip. Her long slow withdrawal creating a sucking motion that seemed determined to drag the cum all the way out from his balls and up through his hard cock shaft. 

It seemed as if it had been many months, but it was nowhere near that long since a woman – his then wife – had put such effort into pleasuring his penis that in turn pleasured the man himself. Megan seemed to know enough to vary the strokes and the sucks and the licks so that all too soon, Richard was emitting a sequence of long drawn-out moans as he felt his cum rising from within his body.

He tightened his hold on her head, fearing that she would remove her mouth when she heard his unmistakable signals that release was near. It had been so long that, not only must he gladly accept this young woman's gesture to please him, but he wanted to deliver his seed deep into her throat. His body was lifting up off the lounge as he thrust upward, pursuing her pumping mouth as it tried to withdraw on the up strokes.

Her hands flattened on his belly and she firmly pushed down trying to hold his body steady to increase the pleasure that her rapidly moving lips could deliver to his shaft. She sensed that his release was imminent and from the start she had fully intended at this point to let her hand take over again. But she surprised herself that now she did not want to withdraw. Her previous experiences with the only two men in her life had both been threatening, although only Brandon had demanded that she go down on him and she had been forced many times to accept and swallow his cum. This time with Richard, all the moves had been her idea and voluntary and she was confident that he would let her remove her mouth … if she really wanted. But she didn't want to ... not now!

Megan intensified her sucking and licking and Richard's increasingly deep breaths and his long, drawn out groan alerted her to anticipate a delivery of his cum to the back of her throat any second. Listening to the increasing sounds of his moans, she expected his imminent release and she clamped her mouth down over his head and much of his shaft, getting as much of his cock inside her mouth as would comfortably fit. 

His cock spasmed hard inside her mouth and she felt his hot cum splashing across her tongue and hitting her tonsils. Her tightly packed mouth gave out an expressive "Ummppphhhff" in response and then Richard's spitting cock sprayed a second dose of cum across her tongue and it pooled with the first at the back of her throat.

She forced the muscles in her throat to swallow and the cum slid down like an oyster for her body to process, just in time as a third spasm of cum released across her tongue and into her throat and she made that funny sound again, "Ummppphhhff". She kept her mouth tightly locked over his spurting cock, not allowing any cum to escape until she was sure that he had run dry. Then she slid her lips slowly back up the shaft, hanging on behind the ridge for a moment longer while her tongue wiped his tip clean. Then she pulled back, lifted her head up near his chest and looked into his eyes.

"That was fantastic!" he told her enthusiastically and she could see that he genuinely meant it, the look of pleasure still on his face. Her lips were slightly apart and Richard could see some traces of his whitish deposit clinging to her lips. Her tongue slipped out and swiped them inside and he watched her swallow the last drops.

"I have only ever done that when I have been forced. When I started, I didn't know if I could have you come in my mouth, it was always unpleasant for me with my ex. But you are such a nice man … when I felt that you were getting close, I suddenly decided that I wanted to do it all for you. I'm glad I did, you tasted very nice."

He pulled her body up so that her mouth was in front of his and he kissed her passionately, tasting the remnants of his cum on her lips. Richard didn't know what to say to her. While they had just shared an intensely intimate moment, she was still his children's nanny. "Err, are you going to be alright Megan? Can I ... that is, would you like me to ... err, do you need some relief yourself?"

"Ooh no Richard, I'm quite okay." She was embarrassed that he would think that he needed to pleasure her in some way.

Chapter Two

Shortly after, Megan got up and went to bed and neither of them spoke about her excellent blow-job the next morning – or the next night. In fact, it was as though it had never happened, Richard made no mention of it again and their lives revolving around both work and his children went on just as it had been. Megan wondered if he was still wanking in front of the TV while watching past home DVD's of he and his wife. If he was, she never caught him again.

Megan even began to start dating, although she was still very wary of men and mostly she only went on one date with each eager young man. But the strangest thing happened at the end of the night the first time that she went out with a guy for a second time. Richard was waiting up for her and when she came into the house, he stepped out of the lounge room, startling her and asked Megan to come in and have a chat.

Richard was almost like a concerned father, except that he wasn't that old … he was fifteen years her senior which made him only 35. But he asked her how the date went (it was okay) … where did they go (the movies) … had the young man tried to kiss her (yes he had) … did she think that she liked him (too soon to know)? Then, to Megan's total surprise, Richard took out a small jewellery box, got down on one knee and proposed to her … handing her the box that contained a diamond ring. Right there, in the two-storey mansion in which she was living, her rich boss asked her to give up being his kids' nanny and become his wife.

Megan could not give him an immediate answer … she was totally confused. One minute, she is dating young men of her own age, wondering if any of them may one day make a good and loving husband. The next minute, her boss, the father of two children that she loves and mothers, the man whose penis only recently exploded his cum into her mouth, wants her to marry him.

It took her about 20 minutes alone in her room with her thoughts before she returned to the lounge room and told Richard "Yes, I do love you and I want to marry you." She followed her acceptance by slipping into his arms and returning his passionate kiss. Then he took hold of her shoulders and stepped back from her, holding Megan at arm's length.

"Megan, this is quite awkward. Because you are already living in my home, you might expect that I would take you to bed now and make love to you ... and that tomorrow, you would simply move to my room and share my bed. But knowing of your history and what you have been through ... the rough times with a couple of men, I don't want to place any undue pressure on you. I expect that it is going to take a few months to complete my divorce and then to plan for our wedding. I will understand if you want to keep the living arrangements as they are until I am free to marry you."

"No way Richard, I've already made that mistake once, waiting for a wedding day. I want to know that we are compatible in bed … I want to come to your bed as soon as possible. Do you want me tonight?"

"Of course I do, my dear … but I am going to tell you no, not tonight … for a couple of reasons. One, it did take you twenty minutes to decide if you were ready to accept my proposal, so I intend to give you another few days, just for you to be sure you made the right decision. Two, I intend that our lovemaking will be very beautiful, very special ... I want it to be better than anything you have experienced before…"

"It won't have to go far to beat that."

"Be that as it may, I want you to spend the next few days and nights thinking about what it will be like between us … I will be doing the same. If you still feel it's the right thing for you, I intend to have my children … sorry, our children … stay over with my mother this Friday night so we can spend our first wonderful night together on our own."

Megan agreed to his strange conditions and went to bed this Sunday night, thinking 'Only five more sleeps until I lay with my third man, will this be the one? Can Richard make love to me the way that I always dreamed it would be with Brandon?'

The five nights from Sunday to Thursday were the longest and loneliest nights that these two potential lovers had spent in this huge mansion, having now declared their love for each other and knowing that the other was only a corridor away. The fact that each spent the next five nights in their own beds means they could have been a thousand miles away.

Megan arrived home from work on Friday afternoon at her usual time of 3.30. Normally she would be just in time to greet Richard's kids, but as planned for this day, Richard's mother had collected them from school and driven them to her house for a sleepover. Megan found the house big and quiet … it was strange not having his kids around. On the bureau in the entry foyer, Megan found a large clothes box bearing a store name that she didn't recognise. It must have been delivered while the cleaning lady was in the house during the morning.

Megan eagerly tore open the box as she started up the stairs toward her old bedroom. She intended to fill in the three hours until Richard arrived home by moving her clothes into wardrobes and drawers that Richard had cleared specifically for her in his room. As she discarded the box lid, Megan found that the box was filled with a huge array of sexy black and red lingerie and a note that read: 'Megan, here is your trousseau to start our marriage, surprise me by wearing some of these things, love Richard.'

She up-ended the box on her old bed and began sifting through an exotic collection of panties – one or two crotchless, bras, teddy's, camisoles, garters, stockings and a negligee or two. Megan loved the romance of it all, but her new man's gesture also reminded her, with sadness, that she had selected from a similar box for her first night with Brandon. 'My God, I hope that this night turns out to be better than that.' She also recalled that she had selected from some of Sarah's lingerie for her night with Michael. 'What is it about men and lingerie?' asked Megan – rhetorically, because she figured that she knew the answer.

It did not take Megan as long as she thought to move all of her clothes and worldly possessions into Richard's master bedroom … she didn't own too many clothes – yet. By 5.30pm, she was luxuriating in a bubble bath in the sunken tub in Richard's en suite, making sure to soap thoroughly in all of her intimate places. With Richard due home at 6.30, Megan was out of the bath by six and after drying herself with one of his thick fluffy monogrammed towels, she set about selecting her intimate attire for tonight.

Megan bypassed a bra and a garter belt, instead selecting stay-up stockings topped by an elasticised band that held the black hose in place high up on her thighs. Next was a cami-knicker, in dark red (almost maroon) with black lace trimming covered her torso from breast to pubic area, two studs holding the garment in place – or releasing it if need be – at her crotch. Over all of this, she attached a filmy see-through negligee that she left open all the way down the front, only tying it loosely at her throat, so that it spread out and blew back behind her as she walked. This had the effect of exposing most of the front of her beautiful body in the sexy cami-knickers and stockings.

Megan heard Richard's car on the driveway right at 6.30 and she started out of the bedroom, reaching the top of the grand stairway on the first floor just as her husband-to-be came through the front door at ground level. She started slowly down the stairs, making a grand entrance, the negligee billowing out behind her, her long legs encased in the black sheer stockings and her torso clad in the sexy garment of red and black.

"Wow!" was all Richard could say as he dropped his briefcase on the floor. "I see that the package got here in time."

"Thank you for all of this, did you pick it out yourself?"

"I sure did."

"When did you have time?"

"I made time ... yesterday."

"There was so much stuff there that I can wear something different for you every night for a week."

"That was the general idea." He started to walk to the foot of the stairs, waiting there for her to complete her descent and she floated into his arms. He nestled his head in the side of her neck, his lips giving her a love bite. "It's been hard waiting all this week for tonight."

"You made the rules, I could have willingly come to you any night. I wanted you so badly."

"Well Megan, my pet … we have endured the wait and so tonight is just for us. Shall we eat first?"

Megan was surprised … it was dinnertime, but she had not considered that they would eat and she had not prepared anything for them. "I haven't got any dinner ready … I'm sorry Richard, I didn't expect to eat."

"Well, no food, just love, eh? You look to be quite an eager one, eh. That's a good sign."

Megan blushed crimson, embarrassed that he had assumed that she only had sex on her mind. Richard's hands roamed down her back, fondling her arse and the backs of her thighs through the filmy material of her negligee.

"Actually Megs, I stopped off to buy Chinese. What say we eat in the kitchen tonight, just eat quickly, give us some sustenance for the energy we're going to need later."

She willingly agreed and arm in arm they went to the kitchen, Richard carrying the takeaway food bag. Megan served the hot food onto plates while Richard opened a bottle of wine and they sat at the kitchen table to eat their meal.

They made small talk about their respective days, just as they would on any normal night, neither acknowledging the lust that lay hidden just below the surface of these two, who were about to join their bodies for the first time. They both ate well, despite the nervous tension and anticipation that surrounded them. When they had finished their meal, Megan stood up and took their plates across to the sink. Richard's gaze followed her every move.

When she walked back past his chair, his hand reached out and stopped her, his eyes scanning up and down her beautiful shapely body, attired in the lingerie that he had bought for her. One hand came up and touched the satiny material of her cami-knickers right at her crotch and she closed her eyes at his intimate touch. His fingers pulled, releasing the two studs that held the garment in place underneath her torso from front to back between the tops of her thighs. Free of the garment, his fingers lightly pushed under her to the back of her pubic mound, forcing her to shuffle her feet further apart.

His fingers stroked her from the entrance to her vagina at the bottom of her labia, gently coming up to the top of her slit, with a light covering of her sparse pubic hair. She whimpered in reaction to his soft touch and bent her knees to push her body more onto his fingers. 

Richard stood up, removing his hand from her body to push everything within reach on the kitchen table off to one side. Then his hands took hold of her hips and he pushed her body up against the edge of the table. His hands at her waist lifted her so that only her arse was in contact with the table, perched on the edge. Then his hands moved to her shoulders and he pushed her upper body back down until she was flat on her back on the kitchen table, her legs dangling over the side.

He moved in between her thighs, he was still fully clothed, but she could feel his erection up against her exposed mound, spread wide to reveal all of her intimate parts to his eyes. He bent forward coming down over her upper body and kissing her lips, gently with tenderness. She was touched that he was taking their first time slowly, his lips still closed in a chaste kiss ... he had not tried to engage in a duel of tongues just yet. Megan brought a hand up and gently touched his cheek with affection.

Then his mouth moved away from hers, she felt his upper body lift up off her, then she felt his still clothed erection slip back away from her exposed body. She looked up at him, embarrassed that her private parts were lewdly exposed to his gaze, on display for him while her new man was still fully clothed. She watched as his head dipped down and she thought that he was going to kiss her on her belly, but instead his moist lips landed directly on her exposed pubic slit and his tongue snaked out and licked up and along the outer lips of her labia.

"Unngghh!" she grunted as his tongue returned for seconds and she brought her legs up on either side of his head and rested her heels on the edge of the table, spreading her nether lips open wider. The next swipe of his tongue was right in there amongst the sweet pink tissue of the inner workings of this magical spot and her reaction was stronger. "Oh Richard, your tongue is sensational."




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 03



He licked her again and again and Megan responded, her breathing quickening and louder. He brought a hand up to spread her labia lips more, but he didn't need to, they were already wide open and her little clitoral bud was engorged and ready. He wasted no time, licking it and then taking it between his lips and sucking it up into his mouth. "Oh my God, that is heavenly," she screamed. "Oh no, I think I'm going to cum. No, not yet ... it's too soon … too soon."

Her lower body could not keep still, it bounced and lifted off the edge of the table. The fingers that had been about to help spread her nether lips instead went to the equally spread cheeks of her arse and her jolted in reaction as she felt his fingers tracing the line of her arse crack deep inside her cleavage. Once or twice, his finger would roll across her puckered anal ring, but it was not threatening and she felt only increased arousal from having it there.

Her body was close now to a massive orgasm and Megan felt the trembling intensifying along her inner thighs. Richard could feel it too on his cheeks that were being squashed by her upper thighs as they clamped tightly around his head. His finger snuck down and swiped some of her juices, then returned to the pucker of her anus and circled around it.

With her throbbing release only one or two tongue swipes away now, she screamed out, "Oh, I love your finger there." As the wave washed over her and her body spasmed into an intense release, Richard shoved one finger right by her tight sphincter in to the first knuckle, heightening her finish. "Oh yes, stick it in my arse," Megan was stunned that these words were actually pouring from her mouth in her moment of release. 'What must Richard think of me?' she wondered as her body began to come down from the dizzying heights of orgasm.

As the throbbing within her lower body subsided and Megan relaxed her thighs' grip on his head, she slowly opened her eyes to see Richard's face hovering above her flat belly, a broad smile on his face. "What … what is it?" she asked, curious about his happy face. He had not come, she was the one that should be showing a broad smile of contentment … she had just experienced what was possibly her best ever climax.

"If that was anything to go by, I think that you and I are going to be very happy together. You are one very sexy woman, you really got into that, you went off like a firecracker."

"I've never had a finish like that before, that's not really how I am. Actually, I'm a bit embarrassed … I think I said something I wouldn't normally say."

"What would that be, Megan?"

"Richard, don't make me repeat it … it was just something that came out because everything you were doing to me felt so good."

"I guess you must mean the extras, other than licking and sucking on your clit."

Megan went red and turned her head away to one side, not wanting to maintain eye contact. "Yes!" she whispered.

"You must have liked my finger in your arse," he told her and to emphasise his comment, she felt his finger still inside her, twisting around inside her rectum.

"Oh no, it's still there," she gasped.

"It sure is, Megan. Looks to me like your lovely arse is an area that we may need to explore some other time."

"No, no, I don't normally like having anything put in there ... it's just that your finger felt so good. It added to the finish that you gave me." She turned to look him in the eye again. "You can take it out now." He did.

Richard moved away from Megan and the table. "I guess that we better take ourselves upstairs and consummate our new relationship in bed like normal couples do.

"Umm!" she sighed dreamily, letting her heels slip off the side of the table, her legs dangling toward the floor. Megan seemed in no hurry to get up off the table, despite its hard surface under her back being uncomfortable.

The ring-tone on Richard's mobile phone shrilled loudly and he removed it from his pocket to answer. Megan watched him as he talked, quickly realising it was a business call. "Sorry hon, I'm going to have to take this," he whispered to her, briefly placing a hand over the mouthpiece.

Her new man stepped back in close to the table and moved between Megan's dangling legs. Her bottom was still perched on the edge, the rest of her body flat on her back on the table. He seemed to be really lost in the detail of the call, quoting sales figures and discussing imports of material with whoever was on the other end.

Megan considered rising up off the table ... she could rinse off the dishes and then go in to the other room to watch TV until his call was over. This phone call was an intrusion she had not anticipated while thinking and planning this night. But it would be difficult for her to get off the table, Richard was standing so close to her that she would have to push him aside just to be able to get up.

Megan looked down her body to her new man, who seemed so engrossed in the detail of his phone call. When he became conscious of her watching him, he smiled lovingly toward her and held up the five outstretched digits of one hand, indicating that he would be five more minutes. Then she watched as that hand dropped to his trousers and unzipped his fly … reaching in and pulling out his penis. It was hard and erect despite his mind being elsewhere. Megan watched as he shuffled even closer to her, holding his hard-on and placing it at her still wet, still spread labia lips.

Richard slid his erection up and down in the moisture of her open channel, pushing it up further to nudge against her clit too. Megan's eyes closed with pleasure when the knob of his penis stroked her clit, rousing it back to life. Several times he pushed it up and down the length of her open slit and Megan raised her feet back up to perch on the table edge on either side of her body.

Still Richard's boring business conversation droned on, but Megan shut the sound of it from her mind as she succumbed to the wondrous feeling of his hard-on delivering delightful shivers to her body. She was starting to get into the rhythm of his sliding shaft on the outside of her body when suddenly she felt his hand position his cock-head right at the entrance to her vagina and very slowly, he pushed it inside her.

At the unexpected feel of his hard erection entering her, Megan's legs shot out off the table, wrapping themselves around his hips, her ankles locking behind his bottom, the heels digging into his arse to bring him further forward into her. But Richard had inserted just the head and resisted her determined attempts to draw his shaft further in. From there, he began a series of very short stabs, only getting no more than two inches into her as he thrust upward, introducing Megan to her g spot.

With no need to hold his penis any longer, that hand moved up over her body and began fondling one breast through the satiny material of her red and black cami-knicker. In spite of his mind still focussing on the important business call, his cock's hard short thrusts were doing it for Megan, who had managed to shut out the drone of his voice on the phone. Her hips rose up at him and she began to show all the signs of a young woman in heat … a young woman on the way to a second powerful orgasm.

Her breathing quickened and her hips pushed at Richard, her feet locked behind him trying to drag more of his hard cock into her body. But he was well aware of what he was doing, resisting her attempts, knowing that his short hard thrusts were just what she would need to go over the top again. Megan was becoming loud and Richard sensed that her finish was close. With remarkable calmness, he told his caller, "Jerry, I've got a call coming in, I'm just going to put you on hold."

Now Megan didn't need to shut out Richard's voice, it was talking only to her. "Okay Megs honey, come for me darling."

Despite her sounds indicating how close her body was to another climax, Megan's head didn't consider it possible. "I can't ... I never come twice."

"You do tonight, honey," he assured her, bringing the hand that had been fondling her breasts down, placing the palm flat on her belly, the thumb stretching down to touch her clit. He only needed to apply two or three strokes there, added to the short hard thrusts in her cunt and she was there, screaming out her body's surprise and satisfaction in a series of loud grunts and gasps.

Megan's head spun as the waves of pleasure washed over her. As the pulsing and throbbing within her lower body eased, she felt Richard's hard cock push all the way inside her, something she had been trying to achieve in the minutes leading up to her powerful finish. But there was no more movement on his part, he just lodged it there, hard and erect, stuffing her body completely.

She guessed that he had not come … it was just still so hard. She wondered why he hadn't, was it her, did she not turn him on? Megan was stressing in spite of the wonderful feelings in her body from two complete orgasms. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man whose hard cock filled her cunt. She surprised herself by thinking with those words - the words that she had always been unable to accept as descriptions for intimate body parts.

Richard was smiling down at her, but he had resumed his phone conversation and Megan was becoming irritated. This was to be their night and this call could spoil it. Not that it had yet, how could she complain when her body felt the way it did, but she wanted her new man's full attention. She squeezed her pubic muscles, tightening her liquid cunt passage around his hard cock and she looked up to see him smile down at her. 

She must have conveyed the right message because she heard Richard say to the caller, "Anyway Jerry, there's nothing more that our talking about it can do for this project tonight. Let's get together over the weekend?"

The caller obviously didn't want to be put off and Megan watched and listened as Richard told him, "Jerry, I've got far better things to do right now than talk to you. I have a woman who's been very patient, but she needs satisfying. She's only come twice and that's obviously not enough for her, Jerry … she looks real pissed so goodnight." Richard pressed the button on his mobile phone to shut off the call and dropped the phone on the table. "Now where were we?" he said directly to Megan.

"You are incredible, Richard. You just conducted some kind of business deal while making me feel so wonderful inside."

"Was it good, honey?"

"Oh unbelievable, you are the best."

"What, the best you've ever had?"

"That wouldn't be hard, considering the two losers I've had. But you were really sensational … how you made me come like that, starting from nothing ... I just don't know."

"Megs, I am a bit older than you. I've had the chance to build up some experience, to develop some techniques for making a woman feel good."

"You sure did, but I'm worried." Her brow furrowed and he placed a hand there to try to smooth it out. "You haven't come yet, don't I turn you on?"

"Of course you do, don't be silly. Can't you feel how hard I am inside you?"

Megan let out a gasp as he flexed his hard cock within her cunt. "Oh yes I can."

"I wouldn't still be hard like this if you didn't turn me on." He reached both hands out to her and she raised her head and shoulders up from the table, moving into his arms. "Come on, its time for us to go to bed."

"Oh … I'd like so much for us to go to bed, but I don't want you to pull out of me until you've come."

His hands slipped under her arse and he lifted her body clear off the table, his hard cock still lodged deep in her cunt. "Well, there's a simple solution for that, I'll just have to carry you to bed."

Megan's eyes flew wide open in surprise. "You can't do that, not up all those stairs?"

"I think I can, I'm not going to let a few stairs stop me getting to cum inside you."

Megan threw her arms around his broad shoulders and dropped her head to nestle into his neck. With each step he took, she felt his rigid rod pushing around inside her pliant body and she purred like a kitten in his ear. They climbed the many stairs with some difficulty ... once or twice he nearly overbalanced. Richard carried her into his bedroom and gently lowered her, still joined, onto the bed. Somehow they shuffled and wriggled their way into the centre.

"Let's get rid of this," Richard told her as he pulled her cami-knickers up over her body and finally she had to lift her head up off the bed for him to pull the garment clear of her head. Now her body was naked for him, except for the black stay-ups that still adorned her shapely legs. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and for the first time, her new man devoured her erect nipples. Megan loved the attention he gave them.

His tongue swirled around and around the engorged nipples, rousing her body yet again. Not that she needed much help, her cunt was still velvety and wet … and tightly sheathed his hard erection. "Is this more comfortable for you?" he enquired when he managed to tear his lips away from her breasts long enough to speak.

"Yes, much more comfortable, thank you."

"Now, let me see, what was troubling you downstairs? Oh I know, you were worried because I hadn't come, weren't you? Okay, let's see what I can do about that, how about if I start doing this?"

She felt him start to withdraw his hard cock, it came all the way back until only the head remained just inside her. Then his upper body rose up above her and he looked down lovingly into her eyes and plunged his hard cock back into her firmly and deeply, filling her completely. Megan uttered an expressive "Ohhh!" hugging his body tightly to hers.

Again, he withdrew almost all the way out, his loving eyes looking down into hers and they watched each other's faces as he plunged back inside … the faces of both reflecting the pleasure derived from his hard thrusting. Richard slipped easily into a rhythm and Megan marvelled at how good his thrusting felt. She was already impressed with the sexual prowess of her new man and was happy that at last she appeared to have found someone who could live up to the fantasy she created back on the farm.

Richard resisted the urge to speed up his rhythm when he felt the telltale signs of movement within his testicles. He just maintained the steady rhythmic in/out motions that now were once again arousing Megan. As for her, she couldn't believe how good her body was feeling, but rejected the possibility that she may be headed for another gigantic release. Nevertheless, even through her denial, her body was still responding to the warm pulsing that was coming from just behind her clitoris and she put a little more movement into meeting every hard thrust from Richard.

"Oh Megs, I can feel your hot cunt sucking the juice right out of me … please cum with me honey."

Her body was feeling better and better, the pulsing within now a hard throbbing. She heard him call her vagina a cunt, but she let it go … now was not the time to chastise her new man over his language.

He implored her, "I'm almost there, come on honey, let it go."

"No, this one's for you … fill me up Richard."

He pounded his cock deep into her cunt, trying to maintain long hard thrusts despite man's natural instinct to shorten up the strokes when his cum is near. Richard felt his balls tighten, then his shaft spasmed and he gave one extra hard last thrust just to make certain he was delivering his cum as deeply as he could. "Oh fuck, that's great … oh, you are so tight," he hollered as his face contorted in pleasure as his cock spurted out a second delivery of his life-giving sperm.

Megan was vocal too, right after Richard's expression of pleasure, she responded with her own exhortation as that extra hard final thrust of his pushed her into her third orgasm of the night. "Oh Jesus, I don't believe it." That was all she could get out before the moaning and the heavy breathing silenced any possibility of more words.

It was quite noisy in their bed for about a minute as each came down from what had been a monumental joint climax. With consideration for her comfort, he used his hands and knees to keep his weight from flopping down on top of her body. She appreciated the gesture and when her body had recovered, she looked up into his eyes and told him, "I love you Richard."

He smiled back at her, "I'm so glad to hear you say that … and I love you too, Megs."

"I know I don't have much experience, but nobody has ever made me feel this good. With my ex, I struggled to ever have an orgasm and you've just given me three in one night. You are truly amazing."

"Darling, it's a woman's right to get as much pleasure from making love as the man does. I will always strive to see that you feel like this." He started to shift his body, preparing to withdraw his deflating cock. 

"No don't go," her arms tugged him back into her, although he didn't have much to work with now. "I just love feeling you inside my body, this is just the way I dreamed it should be with a man."

"I'm glad that I could deliver, but I think that I better lift off. Don't worry, we can do it again later."

As happy as Megan now felt, there was one thing that troubled her. Having experienced Brandon and Michael's demands for anal sex, she had begun to believe that all men must want to do it this way. After Richard stuck his finger in her arse while he was giving her oral sex, she expected that he would want to put something much bigger in there soon.

"Can we Richard, can we really do it again later? Can I wake you up in the middle of the night and demand that you get big and come into me again?"

"Of course, as often as you like," he paused. "Well, actually as often as I can get it up again."

"What will we do next time Richard?" she asked apprehensively.

"What do you mean?"

"How will you want to do it with me? Where will you put your penis?"

"Oh I don't know, we'll do whatever comes naturally. Maybe you can be on top or we can do it on our sides, or even doggy fashion."

"Does doggy fashion mean what I think it means?"

"Megs, doggy is just you kneeling and me behind you."

"But where will you put it?"

"What has got into you? Why all these questions?"

"Richard, I'm just worried that you might want to put your penis into my bottom. I have to tell you that I don't really like that much," She watched his face, eager to see a reaction that might tell her whether he was an arse man.

"Honey, I don't know, maybe we could try it sometime, but it's not high on my list. My ex suggested we try it and we did."

"Did you video it?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact we did."

"Can we watch that DVD sometime, I would like to see another woman doing it. I want to see if she feels the pain the way I do."

"Megan, I think it's all in how the man does it as to whether the woman feels pain."

"You could be right, I must admit that when Michael did it to me it was nowhere near as bad as when Brandon did it. And by the way, having told you that I don't want your penis in there, I must tell you that you can put your finger in my arse anytime you want." Her eyes rolled as she thought of how good it felt all over again. "That was fantastic, a real turn on."

Richard at last eased the remnants of his hard-on from her body and lay back down beside her. "Welcome to my bed, Megan, I hope that I can continue to make you very happy here."

"Thanks Richard, you sure started well."

Richard put his arm under her head and she rolled in against him. They talked some more, he explained why it had been so important to take that business call, even on such a momentous night for he and Megan. She told him how good each of her three orgasms had been, and why. Then they both closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep, Megan possessively holding his now limp penis in her hand.




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 03



They both slept quite well. Megan woke first, her sleep lighter in a different bed. She checked the clock, it was just after 1a.m. and she contemplated waking Richard, but he looked so peaceful in his sleep. She lay in bed, watching him for twenty minutes before succumbing again to sleep herself.

Megan stirred once more just before dawn, there was just a glimmer of light outside. They now lay spooned together, Richard's cock just slightly aroused, was lodged tightly between the cheeks of her arse. She turned her head to try to look back at Richard to see if he was awake because his breathing was quiet.

When he saw Megan's head turn, he brought his arm up and placed one hand directly onto Megan's naked breast, her nipple in his palm. In response, she pushed her arse back at him and clenched her cheeks on his cock, prompting him to speak. "Thank God, you're awake at last … I thought you were never going to stir."

"Good morning Richard, and it is a very good morning … I feel so very comfortable laying here with you. Please don't ever leave me."

"I won't Megs. Can I ask how you slept?"

"Like a log. Oh, I did wake about one and I watched you sleeping for a while, just thinking about how fortunate I am to have met you. Then I went back to sleep."

Richard pushed his cock up and then back within the cleavage of her arse and she murmured approvingly. 

"What are you going to do with that?"

"What would you like me to do with it?"

"You can't answer a question with another question."

"Yes I can, now tell me how would you like to do it because I can tell you that we're definitely about to do it again."

"Oh goody," she squealed girlishly, not surprising since Megan was not yet 21, already with a failed marriage behind her. Richard was a man of the world, successful in business, quite wealthy and, as he had shown last night, very proficient in making love. Megan was deliriously happy already, but one small part of her was nervous. She had witnessed the darker side of both Brandon and Michael … did this seemingly perfect man have any secrets for her to discover later.

"I'll tell you what, since you can't decide, I'll make the decision for you. Since it's not quite dawn and I'm feeling very lazy at this early hour on a Saturday morning with no kids around to disturb me, I'm staying on my back."

"What?" She pulled away from the warmth of his growing cock up against her butt. "What do you mean by that?"

"You really don't know too much about sex, do you?"

"No Richard, I've told you all about me. I'm hoping that you'll teach me."

"Sure, well your first lesson is for you to be on top."

"Really, but I won't know what to do."

"You'll pick it up pretty quickly, now come here."

She rolled over to move into his arms, facing him and she felt his growing erection caught between their bodies. Megan wriggled her belly around, arousing him some more. They kissed quite passionately, parted lips and tongues and his hand wandered down her back and lightly fondled her arse, one finger sliding into the cleavage between her cheeks. "Umm! That's nice," she told him as she came up for air from their long kiss.

With her soft warm body crushed against him, Richard's erection had rapidly grown to its full length, so he rolled over onto his back, bringing her body with him, so that she covered him completely from neck to toes.

"Megs honey, I'm just going to lie here now. As I'm sure you can feel, my body is ready for sex, all charged up after last night, so it's your turn to use me for your pleasure. How about you sit up?" He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her into an upright position, sitting on his stomach, his hard-on standing vertically up from his body and just touching her arse. To be comfortable sitting, she had brought her legs up either side of his torso, her knees bent alongside his chest.

Megan lifted her body up high and manoeuvred herself over his erection that stood tall. Now it was in front of her as she settled her arse down across his upper thighs. She looked down at his firm body, his chest, his abs, then looking lower she gazed at his firm circumcised cock.

"Are you wet?" he asked and she slipped two of her own fingers down to check her condition.

"Just a bit," she told him, bringing the two fingers up in front of his face to show him. His tongue shot out and licked them. "Oooh," she squealed, "that's naughty!"

"You might want to use my cock to get yourself a bit wetter. I'm not doing anything this time, just providing my cock for you to entertain yourself."

She lifted her body up high again and shuffled forward so that her nether lips were poised over the top of his bulbous cock-head. She lowered and gasped, smiling as his cock touched the pink tissue within her slit and she pushed herself forward to allow his cock to slide up and down in that area. Richard watched the changing expressions on her face as she experienced delightful sensations from the touch of his cock in her most intimate regions.

Her thighs were raised up off his body now and they began to shake as they took the full weight of her torso that hovered over his hard cock.

"I think you've got the hang of it now," he told her and she nodded her agreement, a broad smile on her beautiful face. "Now when you feel you're ready and your cunt seems all juiced up, you can just slide on down my pole. This is gonna be your fuck, so you get to control everything … how far down, how fast, just do whatever makes you feel good."

"Whatever makes us feel good," she corrected him.

Inwardly, Megan had cringed again at his use of those words, but she held back saying something. She was realising that this was the way that men talked in the middle of sex and she was just going to have to get used to it. She dismissed those thoughts and concentrated on what she was doing. Her hand went down between her legs and took a hold of Richard's cock, holding the thick weapon steady while she centred her vagina right over the top.

Megan let gravity do what it should, she let the weight of her body fall over the top of his cock-head and an inch of her cunt wrapped its velvet lining over his cock. She let out a long sigh and her eyes closed. Richard's response from feeling her cunt gripping his cock-head was to lift both hands and take a firm hold of her breasts, massaging them within his palms.

She held her body steady with only the head of his cock inside her while she savoured the feel of his hands on her breasts. Then, driven by her growing arousal, she allowed another inch to slip down over his shaft, and then another. Her eyes closed, her face revealing to Richard how good she was feeling. He took one hand away from her orbs and placed it on her belly. She gasped and her eyes opened to look down on him adoringly.

Two fingers of the hand on her belly dropped down searching for her clitoris and eased it out from the hood, diddling it softly. Megan sighed deeply and allowed the rest of her body to fall until her thighs settled on him, her vagina having now totally engulfed his hard-on. She settled there, enjoying the feel of him within her body, her breathing heavy from the arousal of her clit by his determined fingers.

"You might be helping me too much, wasn't this supposed to be all mine?"

"You're quite right, I'm sorry. I just can't stop myself from touching you."

Megan reached out and grasped the wrist of the hand that had moved away from her belly and her clit. She dragged it back. "It's okay, it feels nice. You can do it."

He eagerly resumed his fingers' stroking of her clit and her heavy breathing resumed. Realising that she was on a path to orgasm yet again, she lifted her body up halfway and dropped back down on his shaft. She did that again before he told her, "You can go up further, it will feel even better if you lift up so high that only the tip is inside you."

"I would … but I can't concentrate … with you doing that." Her breathing was now coming in panting gasps, his fingers on her clit having aroused her to fever pitch.

"Should I stop?"

"No … don't stop!" she screamed and only seconds later, her body jerked and spasmed above him and he had to use both of his hands to hold her up or she would have collapsed on him. As her body jerked and rocked through another orgasm, his hands eased her down so that her upper body lay upon his, her breasts squashed against his chest.

She lay like that for some five minutes, her body coming down from the intense pleasure. Slowly, she lifted her head just above his and looked into his eyes. "Oh, what happened? Was that what was supposed to happen?"

"Well honey, not quite. You were supposed to get yourself and me off by riding my cock until we both came. I'm sorry, but I changed things a little. You just looked so good up there above me, with your eyes closed, enjoying what you were doing. I sort of gave you a bit of help."

"Oh, I see." Her voice was dreamy, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Well, you can if you want, but there is just the little matter of this…" His cock was still fully erect and lodged deep inside her cunt and he thrust upward with it and she certainly got the message. 

"Oh dear, of course, you want to cum too?"

"I'm afraid that's about it, I'm so horny for you."

"Okay, I'm so sorry Richard. That's the least I can do, please just give me a minute?" She lay her head back down on his chest, just under his chin.

"Don't you go back to sleep!"

"No," she said in that dreamy voice of complete sexual satisfaction. She wanted to, but Richard had been so good to her that she forced herself to sit back up and resume. When she was astride his body again, her liquid cunt still impaled on his rigid shaft, she warned him, "Now don't you go touching my clitoris again."

"Okay, it's hands off you down there." He lifted his hands up to her breasts and filled his palms with them again. "But how about these, can I do this?"

"Umm, you sure can. Oooh, that feels good," she enthused as she placed her hands down on his chest to steady her upright body. Then she used her thighs to lift her abdomen up from his body, his cock slipping out of her until she was high enough that only his cock-head remained attached to her cunt.

"Now you've got the idea. Just do that as slow or as fast as you need to make you feel good."

"What about you? I want to make you feel good."

"I will honey, but do it for yourself first. Whatever you do will also make me feel good."

"Will you cum?"

"There is absolutely no risk I'm going to cum, it's just up to you to string it out, make us both feel good."

Under his tutoring, Megan began to rise up and down on his hard cock shaft, her facial expressions telling him how good she was feeling. Most of the time, she kept her eyes closed, drawing the utmost pleasure from what she was doing. But occasionally, she would open her eyes to watch his face ... it too mirrored the sensations that he was deriving from her hot velvety inner tissue wrapping itself around his erection.

They were in no hurry and so the pace was leisurely. Megan soon learnt to not only slide up and down on his shaft, but also to shift her body around so that she could feel each inward slide of his cock into her cunt in different ways. Once again, she felt the pulsing starting, stunned that she could once more be close to orgasm and she opened her eyes to look into his, trying to read if he was nearly there too. But Richard's eyes were shut, a contented smile on his face as he lay in his bed, enjoying the sexual participation of his new young woman.

As her breathing quickened and the pulsing once more became a throbbing in her loins, Megan realised that she was about to enjoy yet another finish on her own. 'How can he have such control? Oh, it's so not fair. Not that I would want a another man who came too quickly ... like Brandon and Michael. Oh, it's probably better this way.'

She had quickened the pace and was now rising rapidly only to plunge her body back down over his hard cock. She looked down at Richard again and saw his eyes were open now, she had his full attention. "Come with me please," she implored, her body on the verge of release.

But she could see there was little hope as he just smiled back contentedly at her, "Let it go, Megan, just enjoy!" And she did, her body convulsed, rocking atop his hard cock, her legs hugging the sides of him, her head falling forward onto his chest.

He had been feeling good from the tight grip of her hot cunt on his cock, but the determined control he had built up over the twenty years he had been enjoying sex wouldn't allow him to cum too quickly. He allowed her body to ride out the huge storm that rocked through her, his hands gently stroking her back.

"You promised me that you were going to cum, but you didn't, did you?" she mumbled against his chest.

"It's okay, don't be disappointed. It takes me a while, Megan, but it's great when it happens."

"There must be something wrong with me, I've cum all these times and you only came once last night."

"There is an upside though. Because I've only cum once, I can make love to you a whole lot more before the kids come home."

"I don't need any more, you have brought me so much pleasure, both last night and this morning. I've cum more than I ever have before and I don't think my body could do it again."

"There's a challenge if ever I heard one."

"No it's not, you're the challenge. I have to get you to cum in me ... and soon."

"You look and sound pretty tired after doing all that work on top, would you like to have another sleep and we'll continue when you wake up."

"No," she almost shouted at him, "I'm not closing my eyes until I feel your cum exploding inside me."

"Okay then." Richard rolled her onto her back.

"That's better, now let's get some action happening." She seemed to brighten up, keen to see her man satisfied. But he surprised her by pulling his hard erection from her slippery cunt. "Hey, where you going?"

"I just want to put you in a position that might turn me on quicker." He rolled her over again so that now she was flat on her stomach, then he straddled her legs, grabbed her hips and pulled her lower torso up. The position he was placing her in was reminiscent of the way she was when both Brandon and Michael took her up the arse and she briefly panicked.

"Richard, not so soon please ... I thought you told me that anal sex didn't interest you much." Her head and shoulders remained on the bed, only her waist and hips were raised as he shuffled his body behind hers.

"Steady on Megs, this position is not only for anal sex. I am intending to cum in your cunt. Just wait a moment."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I thought…"

"Don't worry about it Megan … I did mean what I said about anal sex, I'm not that fussed." She felt his fingers swirling around in the moisture that was all around her inner pubic region. She was soaked after two climaxes. He pushed his fingers up through her wet channel toward her clit again.

"Careful, I'm starting to get a bit sore there. My clitoris has never seen so much action. Don't even think about getting me to cum again, this one is for my man."

"Thank you," he acknowledged as she felt the hard round tip of his cock join his fingers in the wet channel. He placed his cock right at the entrance to her cunt and with little hesitation, pushed in. From where he kneeled behind her, the cheeks of her arse were stretched wide, revealing to his eyes her puckered anal ring and just below, he could also watch the entry of his cock into her cunt. It slid in quite smoothly, pausing only twice before it was fully inserted in her.

"How's that, are you okay?" he asked as he took the two fingers that had been lathering up with her juices and placed them right on the rim of her anus.

Megan gasped and clenched her sphincter, momentarily surprised, but as one finger gently pushed at her anus, she answered, "I am now!"

Richard was stunned that she actually pushed outward with her anus, allowing his finger to ease inside and as she relaxed the push, Richard's finger was sucked into her beyond the first knuckle.

"I can take plenty of this," she promised as she felt him pulling his hard cock back out of her cunt very slowly. At the same time, she raised her head and shoulders up off the bed, straightening her arms to hold her body up. With the fingers of his right hand busy at her arse, his left hand came around under her body and grasped her left breast, the fingers squeezing the nipple.

"Oh my God, how many more ways are you going to do me? You've – what do you call it – gone down on me, is that right?"

"That's right!"

"Then you had me on the kitchen table … you carried me up the stairs with me sitting on your penis."

"Yes, that was great!"

"Was it ever? You did it to me in bed the normal way, then I was on top this morning. Now, well this is something else again. You coming into me from behind feels so different and ... ohh ... I just love what your finger is doing … and you've still got one hand left to hold my breast."

Richard pushed his hard-on all the way back up inside her and she interrupted her talking to moan with pleasure. One finger was twisting and swirling around all the way up inside her rectum, so he chanced it and eased the second finger in alongside the first.

"Oh my God, no … what are you doing?"

"It's okay darling, just putting another finger in."

"Oh, I don't know about that. One's okay, but two is getting up to the size of a penis. That's why I don't like anal sex because the penis is just too big to go in there. Please Richard, can you take the second one out?"

He tried to keep pushing it in alongside the other, but Megan began to stress out. "Oh no, please don't. One was great, two is too much."

"Okay, all gone," he told her as he withdrew both fingers abruptly.

"No Richard, don't take them both out … one is okay, please leave one." She pushed her arse back at him, trying to reclaim one finger. "I told you I like one."

"Okay, here it is," and he reintroduced the first finger, eliciting a long sigh from Megan, satisfied with the pleasure one finger created for her once again.

Richard developed a rhythm with his hard shaft probing deep into her cunt doggy style while he kneeled behind Megan and looked down on her spread arse. He was able to watch his cock sliding in and out, while above that, he could also watch his finger slipping and sliding around inside her rectum. The twin movements were bringing Megan mega pleasure again, but Richard too now found himself on the verge. Being able to watch both his cock and his finger moving swiftly inside her body was hyping up his libido, the sensations of her pubic bone on the sensitive underside of his cock bringing him on quickly.

Richard was pumping hard now, one hand fondling her left breast while his finger played in her arse and his cock thrust hard and steadily into her cunt. His breathing was now in short pants, "I'm coming Megs, I can't stop it now. Are you with me or not?"

"No, just you Richard … this is for you." It had been feeling really good for Megan but the angle of this new position was not quite right to react fully on her clitoris. She was happy and content with the pleasure Richard had delivered to her through the night. She pushed her arse back at Richard's intruding finger and her cunt tightened around his cock, trying to make his finish a big one. 

It sure was, the cum exploded from the tip of his cock, splashing deep inside Megan ... and she felt it warm and creamy on her insides. Richard had moved his left hand from cupping her breast to holding her shoulder firmly, trying to keep her body still to accept his final hard thrust that would deposit his cum into her cunt. His cock pumped out its contents and Richard let out a big sigh, expressing his reaction to a completely satisfying climax.




From Farm Girl to Au Pair Ch. 03



He gently pulled his finger and his cock from her twin orifices and they collapsed on the bed together, spooning to again fall asleep. They would not wake until 9a.m. and with Richard's mother due to bring the kids back at 10, they both decided that they better not try for any more activity in bed. That decision didn't stop them taking a shower together and the inevitable happened for this highly sexed couple.

Richard handed Megan the soap when they both stepped into the shower stall together and she went straight to his cock, lathering him up and using her hands to fondle him into some sort of arousal. Then he turned his back to her, removing his cock from her grasp and bending over to indicate that he wanted his arse attended to. Nervously, she ran the cake of soap down between the cheeks of his arse, lathering him up, then she slipped the soap into the holder on the wall and used her fingers to delve between his arse cheeks, swirling the soapy suds around.

Richard moaned as she dexterously used her fingers within the crack of his arse, even touching one finger to his anal ring and gently pushing it at the sphincter. "I like that too," he told her, bending over further and she managed to push her digit in partway … at the same time, slipping her other hand under his arse and between his thighs to grasp his now erect cock and tug on it. Richard planted both hands against the wall like he was being frisked.

"Oh Megs, you sure learn fast."

"Am I doing it right?"

"Oh yes, just right."

He startled her by swinging around quickly, forcing one of her hands to let go of his cock, but her finger managed to stay lodged in his arse. His head dropped and his lips parted and she knew she was about to be kissed. She opened her mouth in anticipation and their tongues locked in combat. He used one knee to push between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs.

Richard pressed his body hard up against Megan's body and his hard-on nudged into the pubic slit, telegraphing a message to Megan on where it was headed. "I thought you said we didn't have time," she protested when the kiss ended. He pushed his cock forward and it lodged right at the opening to her cunt.

"We're gonna make time for this," and with that his hands came up under her butt cheeks, lifting her whole body up off the floor of the shower. Her back rested against the wall, her legs now wrapped around his hips, his hands under her arse, holding her steady for his cock to push up inside her. All the while, the warm water beat down on their bodies.

She threw her arms around his neck and hung on as he plunged his cock in and out of her cunt in a series of rapid, deep hard thrusts. She was very quickly aroused by this new position ... in the way that she was perched on his hard shaft, her clit got a lot of attention from rubbing up against his pubic bone and she was tingling in no time at all.

The sex was frantic between them, probably from a combination of lust and their tight time schedule, but she came very quickly and he was blasting his cum into her only seconds afterward. They sagged against the shower wall, both completely exhausted from their latest wild coupling. Gently, he bent his knees and lowered her feet back to the floor, then bent further down to let his still half-hard cock to slip out of her dripping cunt. 

Richard picked up the soap and began to clean her, starting with where his cock had just been. Megan was still breathing heavily, "I guess I just learnt another position?"

"I'd say so, do you like that one?"

She smiled up at him, the clear water cascading over her head and shoulders, "I like them all, you've taught me a lot in one night."

"Megan, we've only just begun."

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged her new man to her, then she took the soap from him and began lathering him up again. His mother would be here in fifteen minutes with the kids, they would have to hurry to look respectable again.

To be continued...