2 comments/ 7438 views/ 2 favorites An Adventure with Megan By: adrenaline61938 This story is 100% true. Only the girl's name has been changed; enjoy. * After the memorable time in Nashville I couldn't wait to get back to civilization. Three months passed before I returned to Hawaii. The year long deployment in Afghanistan sucked but was finally over. Everyone in the Battalion was counting down the minutes until they could see their families. I was counting down the minutes until I could fuck the girl I left behind when I was deployed. Every second seemed like agony for my dick. Eventually, my Battalion finished inventory of all essential items and we were released for a three day weekend with a promise of a month off after one week of work. I was a 21 year old soldier with lots of money and freedom to do whatever I wanted. What did I do during my time back? I fucked Megan, blew cash, and flew Dustin's dumb ass out to Hawaii for a week. "Hey, we're done," I said to Megan on a borrowed cell phone. She had been waiting a year for that call. Megan asked, "where should I meet you?" "Meet me by the front gate," I answered with sincere excitement. "Okay." I gave my penis a pep talk after hanging up. It had been several months since banging the grandmother and my dick was ready to rip a hole through my uniform. I grabbed a change of clothes and walked quickly to the front gate. A beautiful woman waved at me as I left the military base. Her light blue eyes and brilliant bright smile were framed by shoulder-length black hair. When I left she was thick. The year apart changed her in all the right ways. Her narrow hips and long legs were barely covered by a short white tennis skirt. The matching top was cut low making her large C cup tits shine on display. Megan had lost weight everywhere except her boobs and ass. Truthfully, I was awestruck by the woman I had left behind. "Baby!" Megan cried as she rushed from her car to hug me. Her high heels clacked on the pavement as she ran into my arms. I felt her breasts press firmly against my chest as we embraced. It took military strength discipline to keep me from fucking her on the hood of her car. "Hey sexy, you ready to get out of here?" I said anxious to get as far away from the military base as possible. Megan walked back towards her silver Audi convertible. "I got us a hotel room so we can be alone for the next few days," she told me. I knew what that meant. She didn't want her neighbors hearing the moans and screams. She must have realized I planned on punishing that pussy for the next 48 hours straight. We drove to Waikiki at 90 miles per hour. I groped her body the entire drive. Her little Audi passed traffic quickly as we raced our hormones to the hotel. Her wet panties gave away her intentions as much as my hard on. We pulled up to the valet stand at the hotel after what seemed like an eternity. She threw her keys to the valet and took the parking receipt. I followed her inside. The thought of check-in was instantly erased as she showed me the room key. Bitch had planned ahead. That's a first! As the elevator doors closed I pushed Megan back against the wall and kissed her passionately. Our kiss didn't end until the elevator stopped near the top. She led the way to the room. I stared at her ass which was barely covered by the short tennis skirt. When she opened the door my heart skipped a beat. It was the biggest hotel room I had ever seen. The custom couches and plush chairs were artfully placed in all three rooms. The spacious king sized bed was covered with an expensive down comforter which felt like lying on a cloud. "How the hell did you pay for this?" I asked in an astonished tone. She giggled as she answered, "I have a really good job." "Are you stripping?" I asked. "No, way better than that," she answered. I was curious what it was but I had more important thoughts invading my mind. I pushed her back onto the bed then took off my shirt. Megan slid her manicured nails lightly down my chest. I watched the smile slip across her lips as she anticipated the next few hours. (You perverts are probably on the verge of jacking off aren't you?) Fast forward three hours and several bottles of water! We both laid on the bed sweaty and exhausted. Memories of orgasms lingered in the air. "Are you hungry baby?" She asked me after she caught her breath. "Yeah," I answered wiping sweat from my face. "Let's go get something to eat then we can come back here," she said without moving. "Sounds good," I replied. It took another five minutes before either one of us had enough energy to move. After a quick shower, we left the hotel and walked along the beach talking. The sound of crashing waves inflicted a surreal sense of reflection as we looked for a place to eat. She was in the same sexy outfit. Every time I looked at her I felt my hormones spike again. Megan watched the sun set as I watched her tits. I definitely had the better view. "Want to go to Duke's?" She asked as we reached an area crowded with romantic restaurants. "Sure." Duke's was one of the oldest and best known restaurants in Waikiki. The hour long wait was worth the food and drinks we ordered. Megan was only 20 but her fake i.d. said she was 22. The year away from constant drinking had lowered my tolerance enough that I was drunk after only three long island iced teas. I eventually switched to beer so I wouldn't pass out. She kept pounding different drinks the entire meal like a pro. The steak I ordered was amazing and her cleavage was the perfect entertainment to go along with the meal. It was hard to imagine a better evening after enjoying a hot bitch, great food, and Hawaiian scenery. However, it got much better. I didn't have to pay for the meal! When the $180 check arrived she grabbed it quickly. "I got it baby," Megan said casually. "I have plenty money. I'll get it," I said reaching for it. She laughed, "I know you do baby, but I don't mind." She opened her designer purse and pulled out a stack of hundreds. My mouth fell open. She easily had a few thousand in cash. "Where the hell did you get all of that money?" I asked in disbelief. She answered, "I just have a great job." "What's your job?" I questioned quickly. "I'm a personal assistant to an escort," she said paying the check plus a great tip. "How are you making that much money working for a hooker?" I asked shaking my head. Megan looked offended. She replied in a serious tone; "she's an escort. Hooker is a mean term." "Sorry," I said laughing. I didn't realize there was a whore code. "So why is she paying you so much?" "Because I book her appointments and post ads for her," she said seriously. "You're her pimp!" I responded loud enough that couples sitting around us noticed. "I am not," she replied in a hushed whisper. "The hell you're not." I was dating a pimp...or so I thought. Megan shook her head and changed the conversation. I let it die. I didn't want to jeopardize my chances for sex. We walked back on the dark beach. We were both eager to get to the room and attack each other. She kept asking about Afghanistan but I avoided the questions. It was the last thing I wanted to think about. We eventually got back to the hotel and were ready for some fun. Her shirt and bra was on the floor before the room door closed completely. "Want to make this even more fun?" Megan asked with a smile. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" She pulled out her cell phone and started scrolling through her contacts, "let's have a threesome." "Seriously?" "Yeah," Megan said briefly as she put the phone up to her ear. "Hi, is this Destiny?" Megan said into the phone. "You know a girl named Destiny?" Megan looked at me with a smirk, "she's an escort." I started laughing so hard that Megan had to walk onto the balcony to hear Destiny speak. I laid on the bed and waited. Several minutes later Megan walked back into the room. "She's busy tonight, but we have a date with her tomorrow afternoon," Megan said setting down her phone. "Sweet!" I took off my shirt, "we can have fun together until then." She lifted her skirt and pulled down her red panties. Then she walked to the bed for round two. (Stop getting off perverts!) The next two days were a blur of sex, alcohol, and great food. Unfortunately, after the short pass I had a week of military welcome back bullshit. The days were spent getting medical tests and paperwork done. The nights were spent exploring new sexual positions with Megan. At one point, a Staff Sergeant commented on the rope burns across my wrists. I laughed and acted like they weren't there. The week ended with the Company Commander giving us a speech about being mature. Yeah fucking right! I ran to my barracks room after he finished and grabbed a duffel bag full of clothes then hurried off base. A month of sex and partying sounded like heaven. Megan picked me up in her Audi and we sped towards her large Honolulu apartment. She refused to explain how she could afford it. I didn't care as long as she gave me a place to crash and pussy anytime. We got to her apartment in record time and were met by her furry little terrier when we walked inside. It bounced around barking as soon as she opened the front door. "Bowser!" She shrieked happily picking the dog up. "I love you Bowser." I put my bag next to her closet then said; "set it down so we can go eat." "Okay, I love you Bowser," she giggled hugging the terrier. "Want to party tonight?" Megan asked as we walked to a sushi restaurant. I shrugged, "what do you have in mind?" "I can get us some party favors if you want, baby." "Like what?" "Coke," she replied nervously. I shook my head, "no, I'm good. Not really a big fan." "Is it bad if I do it?" She asked looking at me. "No, go for it," I responded as we waited to be seated. I don't care if bitches do drugs around me as long as they put out. "Are you sure?" Megan asked curiously. I looked at her and saw a worried expression cross her face before I responded, "Megan, I seriously don't care. You should do it if you think it will make tonight more fun." "Awesome," she said texting furiously on her phone. After we ate we walked to her car and drove to a bar several miles away. A sexy little Asian girl with big fake tits was waiting outside when we pulled up. She waved at Megan. She handed me the cocaine then Megan handed her the money. I didn't know it at the time but drugs are easy to find in Hawaii. Good luck if you're a tourist though. Locals hate tourists. Just to make it clear, I don't use cocaine. This isn't some sentimental story about drugs being bad or me being above them. I just prefer pussy and alcohol. We returned to her apartment 20 minutes later. I dropped onto the couch and turned on the television as she grabbed me a beer. I barely paid attention to her as she chopped up the white powder and looked for a straw. Megan snorted her first thick line and smiled as she flopped back onto the chair. After a few minutes she stood up and took off her shirt seductively. "Baby, I like to fuck when I do coke," her voice trailed off as she undid her tight denim shorts. My eyes went wide as the shorts slid off her hips and fell to the floor. She bit her lip and waited for my reaction. "Hell yeah!" I threw the remote behind me and pounced on her happily. The next few hours became a kinky sex marathon. We only stopped for coke or beer breaks. "Baby we need to take a break," Megan said panting for breath as my hands roamed across her body. I could only nod because I was too tired to talk. We walked back to the couch and she grabbed her coke baggy then looked at me with a devious grin. "Baby I have a fantasy," she breathed with a devilish smile. "Wait until I catch my breath," I groaned. She laughed for a full minute before she replied, "don't worry baby all you have to do is stand there." I looked at her and shrugged, "what is it?" "Come over here," Megan said smirking again. I walked to her hoping I had enough bodily fluids. She dropped to her knees and started caressing my dick with her mouth and tongue. Her hand worked with her lips to get me hard. "I like your fantasies," I commented watching her. She giggled on my cock almost making her gag, but she continued until I was completely hard. Then she stopped. "Okay stand there," Megan said. She held my cock with one hand as she grabbed the tiny coke covered mirror with the other. "Hold still," Megan said obviously concentrating. I continued to watch as she pushed some white powder from the mirror onto my dick. When she was certain it was enough she sat the mirror down and grabbed her straw and my beer. "Here baby," she said as she handed me the bottle. She arranged the coke into a thick line on my shaft then snorted it quickly with the straw. I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I took a drink of beer and stared at her tits. "Was that hot?" She asked after licking my cock clean. "If I say yes will you do it again?" She nodded, "I would love too." I finished my beer as my cell phone rang. "Hey mother fucker! How the fuck are you?" Dustin's voice echoed through the phone with enthusiasm. "I'm great you son of a bitch. I bet you'll never guess what just happened." He laughed as I told him about Megan's coke and cock fantasy. "Brother, I wish I could go to Hawaii. I want to party with you again," Dustin said sadly. "Dude, why don't you fly your ass out here?" "I can't afford to do that brother." "If I buy a ticket will you come out?" I asked. "If I can get off work," Dustin answered. "How long do you need to request off of work?" "I need two weeks' notice," he said realizing it might happen. "Turn in the form tomorrow. We're booking your ticket tonight," I said walking to Megan's computer. She followed me listening to the conversation. She was excited to meet the man who had been involved in so many of my twisted stories. I tried to talk to Dustin and type on the computer at the same time until Megan decided to help. "Move over baby I'll look it up," Megan said pushing me out of the way. I stood up and let her type as I joked with Dustin about all the crazy things we could do once he arrived. I promised to take him surfing and he promised to be the craziest I have ever seen him. "I found a ticket for 900 dollars," Megan said after a few minutes of typing. "What's the date?" I asked. "Give me the phone baby," she said reaching for it. I handed it over and wandered back to the kitchen for another beer. She spoke to him for a few minutes. When I walked back into the room she handed me the phone with Dustin still on the line. "Dude, she just bought my ticket," he said astonished. "What?" I asked quickly. "Megan did you buy his ticket already?" "Yeah, don't worry about it," she said surfing a designer website for purses. I was shocked, "how the hell can you afford that." She shrugged but didn't answer. "Just let her pay for it. If bitch has the money then let her waste it," Dustin said seriously. "Guess you're right but I have no idea how she has so much money," I said walking towards the bathroom to take a piss. "Well brother, I'll see you in two weeks!" We hung up. "How can you afford to do that?" I asked when I was done peeing and back in the bedroom. "I love you. I can afford the ticket. Don't worry about it," she replied. I tossed the phone onto the bed and grabbed my beer. Before I could ask another question she was naked and straddling my lap. Dustin was coming to visit and neither one of us had to pay for it, so I didn't complain. Megan answered a call the next night after sunset and walked quickly into the other room. She walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later. She grabbed her bag and walked to her closet. "What are you doing?" I asked casually. She glanced back over her shoulder as she answered, "I'm going into work for a little bit honey. We can go eat when I get back." I watched as she grabbed a few skirts and a sexy top. She rushed out the door before I could ask where she was going. After she left I got bored and decided it was a perfect chance to explore Waikiki by myself. I ended up pounding shots at a shady strip club three hours later. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket several times before I realized Megan was trying to call me. "Hello?" I answered loudly. "Baby, where are you?" Megan shouted back through the phone. "Getting drunk in a strip club," I yelled. "Which one? I'll come join you." I looked around trying to remember the name, "the one closest to your place. I don't remember the name. It's fucking nasty." "Okay, I know which one you're talking about. I'll be there in 20 minutes." I hung up and ordered another shot. Three shots and several strippers later Megan arrived. She hugged me, "hey lover, you look hammered." My slurred hello gave it away quickly. "Having fun staring at the girls?" She asked with a devilish grin. I nodded since I was too drunk to talk. She looked around then looked back at me, "which ones do you think are hot?" I glanced around trying to find the one I had been eye fucking all night. I pointed at her when she walked out from a back room. Her long blonde hair covered her big fake tits. She was my type of slut. The blank look in her eyes made it obvious. "Her?" Megan asked giggling. I expected her to get angry however; she walked casually over to the stripper and started a conversation. Surprisingly, they both walked back to me and the stripper sat on my lap while Megan sat across from us. "I hear you think I'm sexy," The stripper said tracing her finger down my chest. "My name is Cinnamon." "My name is Bob," I stammered drunk. Her laughter made it obvious that I wasn't doing a good job of acting sober. "Well your girlfriend wants me to give you a lap dance, is that okay?" I happily nodded then sat back. Cinnamon was worth every dime I never spent on her. She grinded her hips matching every bass beat blasting from a random rap song. Her perky tits swayed hypnotically. I glanced at Megan during the second song expecting her to be watching me, but I was pleasantly surprised to see her eyes following Cinnamon's ass. After the third song Cinnamon stood up and kissed my cheek. "Thanks sexy," she whispered into my ear. Megan handed her a wad of cash. "And thank you too," Cinnamon said seductively kissing Megan on the lips. Megan arched her back as their tongues played against each other. Megan picked me up and helped me stumble back to her apartment. I fell asleep as soon as she dropped me onto the bed. The next week felt like déjà vu. We ate at fancy restaurants, fucked like rabbits, and Megan would disappear for a few hours at a time. When I asked questions about where she went I received vague answers, but I never pushed the issue. That is until four days before Dustin flew into Hawaii. Megan left suddenly. I was in her apartment alone. I opened her computer eagerly looking up things to do when Dustin arrived. I looked at her favorites list and saw several escort rating sites. I figured she was looking up ratings for new girls to pimp out. I shouldn't have given a fuck, but I was curious. One name was repeatedly clicked. The name was NaVa. I clicked on the reviews and read what some of the men were saying. What I saw made me laugh. They had described Megan perfectly right down to her tattoos. The mystery of her money suddenly became clear. I guess I should have been hurt, but I was ecstatic at the thought of dating a hooker. Another amazing thought crossed my mind. She kept paying for my things then fucking me for free. Did that make me a pseudo-pimp? I closed the page and kept chuckling while I called Dustin with the good news. An Adventure with Megan Ch. 02 Day 2 Dustin's bellowing voice vibrated every surface in the apartment jarring me awake, the bright morning sun flashed into my eyes. "What the hell?" I groaned thinking a bomb went off. "WWOOOOOO," Dustin yelled again proudly from the balcony. "HEEEELLLLLLOOOOOO HAWAII." The sheer volume of his voice overwhelmed my hang over. I fell out of bed as I tried to gain my bearing in the blinding morning light. "Dustin, shut the hell up!" I said clutching my forehead. "Dude, it's so beautiful here," he said standing on the balcony with his arms raised in the air. "Please tell him to go back to bed," Megan moaned burying her head under a pillow. "Come back inside you bastard." "Let's go get some food brother," Dustin said. He was already fully dressed and ready to go. My eyes were barely adjusted to the brilliant morning sun. "What time is it?" I asked trying to stand. "7:30, brother. It's getting late," Dustin answered. "I hate you," I replied trying to climb back into bed. "Wake us up in a few hours." "Okay I'm just going to watch some porn then," Dustin said sitting down at Megan's computer. "That's fine," I replied. A few moments later I heard faked porn star moans blast from the computer speakers. It was obvious he wasn't going to let us sleep. "Let's go eat," Dustin said again. I rolled out of bed and got dressed slowly. "Megan, wake up so we can go eat," I groaned. She muttered a response but didn't move. Dustin decided to help by jumping on the bed. "Wooo," Dustin yelled as he bounced around the mattress. "Okay okay," Megan stated. "I'm awake now damn it." "About freaking time," Dustin replied dropping onto the bed next to her. She crawled out of bed and slowly made her way to the bathroom as Dustin sprawled out on the mattress happily. "Dude, Hawaii is seriously awesome." I nodded in agreement trying to find my shoes. "My finger hurts really bad," Dustin said staring at it. Megan came out of the bathroom and went to her walk-in closet searching for an outfit. Dustin and I watched her naked body as she dug around for clothes. Eventually she found a tiny pair of black jogging shorts and a tight pink shirt to wear. She put on matching bra and panties before the shorts and shirt. Dustin and I watched her the entire time. After she was dressed, we left the apartment in search of food. "Want to go to Duke's? They have a morning buffet," Megan said putting on a pair of designer sunglasses to help with her hangover. "That sounds good actually," I replied. "Lead the way sweet tits," Dustin added staring at Megan's tight shirt. She shook her head and groaned before leading us to Duke's. Breakfast passed in a blur of Dustin's dirty jokes, and before too long we were back at the apartment planning our day. "What do you want to do today?" Megan asked. "Let's go to the beach," I suggested. "Good idea dude," Dustin added. He opened his duffel bag and started tossing clothes everywhere looking for his swimming trunks. Megan and I watched his enthusiasm. Megan changed and packed a bag while Dustin and I insulted every woman we knew. The noon sun beamed across the crystal blue water as we walked past tourists looking for a place to lay our towels. Dustin dropped his towel in the first open spot and raced to the water like a happy retard on vacation. I followed him at a slower pace while Megan stretched out to tan. Her black and gold bikini glinted in the sun. I splashed in the waves as my hangover wore off. Dustin ran up the beach and grabbed a football from Megan's bags then kicked sand on her face before he ran back to the water. After 30 minutes, Megan joined us in the ocean. She was absolutely horrible at throwing the ball, but isn't every woman? Eventually, we left the water to relax and laugh in the sand. Megan walked back into the waves to wash off her bronzing lotion. She stood knee deep in the water rinsing off. Suddenly, a huge wave crashed over her. The wave swept her off her feet and tumbled her beautiful body up onto the beach like a dead star fish. Dustin and I laughed so hard that I almost passed out from lack of air. She spit water out of her mouth and tried to get up. Clumps of sand fell from her hair and clung to her body. She realized we were laughing at her as she stomped up the beach, "stop laughing. I could have died!" Her outburst made us laugh harder. If she died it would have been even funnier, but no such luck I suppose. Megan snatched her towel bag then walked away without waiting for us. "Wait up," we both said at the same time as she stormed off. "Why should I?" She yelled obviously still angry. She stopped long enough to put on her heels and a yellow sundress. She refused to speak the entire way back to the apartment. Dustin entertained himself by trying to dance with every old lady he saw. Megan opened the door to the apartment and walked straight to the bathroom. The sounds of the shower spraying came from behind the closed door. "Todd, I think she's actually angry," Dustin said finally understanding the obvious. "Good call dumb ass." Dustin saw Bowser, dropped to his knees and started barking. Bowser barked back. Bowser kept Dustin distracted long enough for me to talk to Megan. I opened the bathroom door, "are you still angry?" The shower kept going. I took off my clothes and climbed in. "Go away," Megan said halfheartedly. I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing her slowly. Finally, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed back. Women are stupid. I never had to say I was sorry. We showered together until the water went cold then we moved to the bedroom. I had intentions of fucking her but Dustin interrupted us. "Todd, let's go do something," he said as he wandered into the room. "Oh, you're already doing something." "What do you want to do?" I asked pretending Megan wasn't naked next to me. Dustin sat on the bed next to Megan and slid his hand up her thigh. I kept kissing her hoping to start another threesome. Dustin parted her thighs as one finger went slowly inside of her. "Stop!" Megan screeched unexpectedly. Dustin pulled his finger out laughing hysterically. I looked down at his finger and started laughing too. It was completely coated in coarse sand. Megan rushed to the bathroom. She left not long after that. She told us she needed to run some errands, yet she took two changes of clothes with her. The day passed quickly as Dustin and I wandered along the beach saying obscene things to anybody near us. The sun had set and the heavy drinking was well under way before Megan returned. We barely noticed her as we continued to get drunk on the balcony. "Megan, call some of your friends and get some hot sluts over here," Dustin screamed while waving a bottle of whiskey. The blackout set in before sluts arrived. Neither of us remembers the rest of that night. Day 3 I opened my eyes slowly realizing I had passed out on the floor. Megan was sound asleep, and Dustin was outside yelling again. "MEEEOOOOWWWWW," Dustin's voice vibrated off of surrounding buildings. "Dustin, are you going to do that every morning?" I asked climbing onto the bed. He answered; "yes, I am!" Megan quickly rolled out of bed. She grabbed her laptop and walked out onto the balcony. Dustin immediately stopped screaming and walked into the living room with the computer. Megan stumbled back inside and collapsed onto the mattress. "What did you say to him?" Megan rolled over and curled up next to me, "I gave him my computer and told him to go jack off." "Nice move, why did I wake up on the floor?" "I don't know honey, go to sleep," she said cuddling closer. I closed my eyes and hoped I wouldn't be hung over when I woke up. A short time later, Dustin burst through the bedroom door laughing manically. He was completely naked and holding a toothbrush. I looked up and saw cum all over his chest. "Dude, go take a shower," I gagged staring at the sticky mess. "I gotta brush my teeth first!" Dustin said swiping the tooth brush through the cum coating his stomach. He held the brush up inches from his mouth. "Dare me to do it?" "No," I replied in disgust. Megan looked up and started to dry heave. "Why are you gagging?" I said looking at her, "you swallow mine all the time." "That's different," she replied with a morbid look across her face. Dustin shoved the toothbrush against his teeth and started brushing furiously. I looked away before the image burned into my eyes. Megan started dry heaving and ran to the bathroom. Dustin laughed hysterically. "Wait Megan, come here," Dustin said as he rushed after her. "I need to give you back your toothbrush." Megan threw up in the bathroom. Bowser began barking at Dustin once again. Dustin barked back loudly. Day number three had begun. Megan returned to the bed a few minutes later looking horrid. Hangovers make girls look ugly as fuck regardless of how cute they are sober. "Dude I'm gonna take a shower then let's go get some food," Dustin said walking in to the bathroom. He walked back out of the bathroom and threw a shampoo bottle at my nuts. "That means get up bastard!" I rolled out of bed and stretched slowly, "Megan what happened last night?" "You two got drunk and broke two glasses and my fan," she said rubbing her eyes. I tried to recall any of the previous evening. I wandered to the bathroom to take a piss. When I opened the door a piece of shit hit my shoulder. "What the fuck?" I said looking down at the ground. "What baby?" Megan asked as she walked up behind me. I looked at the piece of shit then at the shower, I could hear Dustin giggling like a deranged clown. Megan picked up the piece of shit and threw it back over the shower at Dustin. "He shouldn't be throwing Bowser's shit. That's nasty," she said. "Megan, I don't think that was Bowser's." Dustin's laughter became louder. Megan looked at me then the shower. "If it wasn't Bowser's then where did it come from?" She asked. Dustin's laughter reached a crescendo as he replied, "my ass!" A horrible look overcame Megan's face, "no, he's kidding right?" I shook my head slowly. "Ahhh," she screamed running to the kitchen sink. Dustin fell out of the shower laughing and laid on the bare tile floor covered in soap. I grabbed a wet towel, wiped where the shit had hit my shoulder and wandered back into the bedroom. I was too tired to care. Dustin came into the room naked and sat on the bed. "Todd, I realized something while I was on the floor." "Yeah, what's that?" I asked without opening my eyes. "I realized that I haven't been crazy enough since I've been here," Dustin said seriously. A shiver went down my spine. "Don't worry bro. That's gonna change," he said running out of the room. "Great," I murmured quietly. Megan shouted from the kitchen, "Dustin, stop licking Bowser!" "He licked me first," Dustin shouted back. I rolled out of bed looking for a shirt. "Okay, let's go eat," I yelled. "Wooo," Dustin shouted. Megan changed quickly as we waited on the balcony. The morning sun was just beginning to show between the buildings. "Okay let's go," Megan said We followed her out. "I want pancakes bro," Dustin said. "Denny's has pancakes," Megan replied. "Yeah let's go there then," I suggested. "Yeah," Dustin agreed. We walked into Denny's after a short stroll down the street. An old waitress showed us to some seats. "Dude, I'm starving," Dustin said looking around. We waited for a server for five minutes before Dustin spoke again. "Dude screw this!" Dustin growled. He stood up then walked to a dirty table where the customers had just left and sat down. He grabbed a fork and started eating the food from the previous table. Megan and I looked on in awe. "Excuse me, what is he doing?" Our angry waitress asked. "Eating," Megan responded. "Can you tell him to stop before we ask him to leave?" "Dustin, get your dumbass over here and order your own food," I said casually. He replied; "bout damn time." The waitress gave an angry stare, "can I take your order?" "Yes you may," Dustin replied. Megan hid her face in embarrassment the entire breakfast because Dustin was sincerely trying to make a scene. "What time is your flight?" Megan asked. Dustin shrugged, "in a few hours." "Well let's finish so we make sure you don't miss your flight." Obviously, Megan had reached her limit. Dustin's craziness continued until we drove to the airport. "Well brother, its been awesome," Dustin said as we parked. "Yeah man its been great," I replied. "Megan, it's been nice meeting you. I'm going to miss staring at your ass." "It has definitely been interesting," she admitted. I got out of the car and helped Dustin get his bag from the trunk. "You still gonna go through with it?" Dustin asked in a hushed voice. "Yup," I answered. Dustin slapped my shoulder before walking off, "that's my boy!" I watched him leave wondering how long it would be until I saw him again. Three days after Dustin left, I sat down on the couch in the apartment and petted Bowser. It was time to complete the twisted plan. "Megan we should talk." "Yeah honey?" Megan asked curiously. "Come here." She walked to the couch and sat next to me with a beer. "Megan, I think we should break up." "What why?" She replied. "Because I can't stop thinking about how you fucked Dustin," I said. "You wanted me to fuck him!" She cried back. "I know, but now I can't stop being jealous about it." She shook her head in disbelief, "you're kidding right?" "No, I'm not kidding. I'm serious." She started to cry; "no you're kidding." "I'm sorry; I just can't stand the thought of you having sex with someone else." I stood up and grabbed my bag from the bedroom after another twenty minutes of repeating how jealous I was. "Please don't leave," she said. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to go back to the base and think about it." "Please call me when you get there," she said. "Okay." I left the apartment while she watched me sadly. Phase three complete. Break up complete. I didn't talk to her again for almost a year, because I had found another girl who was the sexiest, kinkiest, naughtiest girl I have ever fucked. My first month back from Afghanistan was definitely a great memory, unless you ask Megan. It's probably a horrible one for her. An Adventure with Megan "Dude you should ditch the bitch," Dustin commented after I explained the story. "Why?" I asked curiously. "She might give you a disease or something." I had never thought of that. That's why Dustin is great to have around. That bastard can see every angle of the pussy equation. "I can't ditch her until after you leave. We need a place to stay," I said. Dustin laughed so hard that I had to hold the phone away from my ear, "dude, I know exactly how you can ditch her. Listen to this." I listened carefully as Dustin told me his dynamic plan. The plan started that night when I asked Megan about her favorite fantasy. "I like to read erotic stories about incest," She admitted after a few hours of drinking. "Holy shit, that's kinky," I replied to her confession. "It's not that bad," she countered. "Name one of yours." "I want to watch you fuck Dustin," I stated without hesitation. The answer obviously took her by surprise. She didn't say anything for almost a minute. "Do you really?" She asked finally. "Yes, it would really turn me on." "Are you sure you wouldn't get jealous?" "Very sure," I said in a confident voice. "Will you please fuck him when he gets here?" "Maybe, depends on the mood I guess," she responded. The seed was planted. Phase one engaged. Dustin was due to arrive at 7 p.m. on a Friday night. Megan and I decided to make him a welcome poster. It read, "Gay Pride Convention welcomes Dustin Rogers." We parked at the airport and rushed to his gate with glitter and the poster. Our intention was to embarrass him. I should have realized that's impossible. We waited at the arrival gate and watched weary passengers file through. As soon as we saw Dustin we started cheering. Megan wore a short skirt which showed off her ass every time she jumped. She didn't seem to mind. He looked at our sign and realized it was a perfect chance to make a scene. He dropped his bag and started doing cartwheels as the other passengers dodged out of his way as quickly as they could. "HAAAAAYYYYYY," Dustin yelled as he tried to be as gay as the poster suggested. Megan hid the poster embarrassed. Her ass showing didn't bother her, but Dustin's antics did. Dustin strutted to Megan, "girl you got some great legs." He finished the sentence by licking his lips. "Um thanks," Megan answered at a loss of words. I laughed as I shook Dustin's hand, "good to see you again, you crazy bastard." "Brother, I promise I'm gonna be a crazy bastard," he said seriously. "Trust me, I believe you," I replied worried at the intensity in his eyes. If being crazy was his way of repaying us for the ticket than Megan should be scared. Dustin piled into the tiny back seat of Megan's Audi next to his bags, and we raced back to her Waikiki apartment. "Do you always drive like a bat out of hell?" Dustin asked loudly from the back seat as Megan pressed the gas pedal harder. "Yes," we both answered at the same time. We made the drive in record time. Megan led the way into her spacious apartment as we carried Dustin's bags. "So what do you wanna do?" I asked Dustin setting his bags next to the couch. "I don't care. Anything you want." "Let's go get some drinks at a club." "Sounds good," Dustin agreed. "I'll grab my fake i.d. and change," Megan chimed in as she walked to her bedroom. As soon as she left the room Dustin and I started speaking in hushed whispers. "Hey, let's try to land this threesome tonight," I said watching her bedroom door. "Dude, get her drunk first." "That's easier said than done," I replied thinking about her impressive tolerance. "Dude, don't worry. I'll help you get her hammered," Dustin whispered quickly as she opened her door. Megan walked out of the room wearing a short black denim skirt and a backless purple sequins shirt. She saw us sitting near each other and immediately knew something was up. Guess not all bitches are completely stupid...just kidding, they are. "What are you two talking about?" She asked suspiciously. "I was just asking Todd how much of a light weight drinker you are," Dustin said without missing a beat. "I'll out drink you!" Megan proudly proclaimed. Dustin laughed; "okay, let's go see if you can." We walked out of the apartment and took the elevator down to street level. The entire time we were in the elevator Dustin was telling dead baby jokes trying to make Megan puke. He kept the jokes going until we walked into the club. Dustin ordered multiple drinks. Megan never stood a chance. She was plastered within an hour, and he was still begging for more tequila. Her dumbass really thought she could keep up with a guy twice her size. Before long she was swaying to the music in an alcohol induced haze. She was drunk enough that Dustin's twisted jokes seemed funny to her. "Let's go dance," she said to me falling onto my lap. I stood her up and let her drunkenly lead me to the dance floor. Even though she was hammered she was still able to grind her body against me. Megan reached back grabbing my shirt as her other hand slid down her leg making the tight skirt stretch across her amazing ass. When she stood up her hand briefly massaged my cock before she turned her body to meet mine. "I really want you right now honey," she said looking up into my eyes. "Can we go home?" I nodded and helped her off of the dance floor knowing the next phase of the plan was well under way. I waved at Dustin to follow us. We stopped long enough for her to pay the bar tab then we left stumbling back to her apartment. The walk back was extremely entertaining. Megan was beyond tipsy trying to grab my cock the entire time while Dustin yelled random things at every stranger walking by. "Have you seen my doggy?" Dustin shouted at an old couple. He saw two beautiful women walk by us, "Damn, I wanna put it in your poopers! Who's first?" Megan tried to hide her face which only encouraged Dustin. He senses fear like a Pit Bull. "Meow," he shouted repeatedly. Dustin hopped into the bushes next to the apartment to pee on the wall while he waved at every car that drove past. "Megan do you want me to write your name?" "No that's okay," she called back over her shoulder ducking inside. She drunkenly rushed to the elevator and repeatedly tapped the button hoping it would open faster. Dustin walked inside as the elevator doors opened. He left his zipper down on purpose as he looked at Megan. "Can you help me with this? My hands are all wet," he said as he licked his hands. "Um no thanks." "Your loss," Dustin said leaving the zipper down. I pushed Megan back against the elevator wall as the doors closed then passionately kissed her. "Nice!' Dustin said as he watched her arms wrap around me. My hands gripped her hips bringing her closer. When the elevator doors opened she grabbed my hand and bolted to the apartment door. She completely forgot Dustin was with us. Her mind was lost in the moment and I hoped it would lead to phase two. Dustin walked in seconds behind us. We were already on the bed shedding clothes quickly. "Hey, you two sound like you're having...." Dustin's sentence was cut off as he tripped over his bag in the dark and tumbled to the floor. "Ow fuck!" Dustin stood quickly grabbing the middle finger of his right hand. It was pointed in an awkward position obviously broken. Before Megan or I could react he grabbed it and ripped it back into place. The snapping sound echoed in the room. "Holy shit, are you okay," Megan screamed sitting up. "Yeah, I'm great," he replied in a slurred statement stumbling back into the other room. My hand slid between her thighs before she could question Dustin. I pushed her back onto the bed and reached down with both hands taking off her panties as she raised her hips to help. I took off my shirt and whispered in her ear. "Want to get kinky?" She bit her lip looking at me, "yes please." "Let's go put on a show for Dustin," I suggested. She kissed me then crawled off the bed walking into the living room. I unbuttoned my jeans following her. Dustin looked up from the couch as Megan took off her shirt and bra exposing her wonderful tits. She sat on the couch next to Dustin. I dropped to my knees in front of her and slowly licked up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy. I knew going slow would drive her crazy, so I took my time caressing her with my tongue. Within two minutes she was grinding her hips against my mouth begging me to go faster. Dustin ran his hands up her body stopping at her breasts squeezing them softly. I sat back and watched her move closer to him. "You should let Dustin go down on you, he's better than me." Before she could answer Dustin moved off the couch. He spread her legs as his fingers snaked inside of her. Instantly her moaning became louder as his fingers expertly worked. Her hips bucked against his hand when his fingers moved faster. "I really want to watch him fuck you," I whispered into her ear. "Okay," she moaned as an orgasm drew closer. I looked at Dustin and nodded with a smile. He stripped quickly. She rolled off the couch onto her hands and knees then looked at me seductively while Dustin moved behind her. She held up one hand and motioned me to her mouth as she bit her lip again. I immediately understood what was on her mind. I moved in front of her and watched as her manicured fingers wrapped around my dick bringing me close to her mouth. Dustin shoved his cock deep inside of her. Megan's moans echoed off the walls. Her mouth was so close that I could feel her breaths. I didn't move as I took in the sight of her pushing back to meet Dustin's dick as he thrust forward. Megan closed her eyes embracing the sensations. Phase two complete. I gave Dustin a quick high five as he thrust into her repeatable. Finally, she regained enough composure to wrap her mouth around my hard dick. Five minutes passed of her furiously sucking while Dustin plowed her from behind. She stopped sucking when each new orgasm racked her body. He suddenly pulled out during her last orgasm shooting thick ropes of cum across her back as her mouth ferociously attacked my cock. He fell back onto the couch exhausted. Megan stopped sucking and wiped off her back with Dustin's shirt. "You haven't had one yet," she said to me in a sympathetic tone. I smiled responding, "don't worry baby. We're gonna change that." We stood up with intentions of going to the bedroom. Megan both glanced back at Dustin who was already passed out. "Relax honey, I'm going to make sure you cum," she said as she happily bounced onto the bed a few moments after leaving the living room. She gripped my dick with a hungry look in her eyes and started sucking it again aggressively. "Daaa," Dustin's voice came from the living room suddenly. "Where did everybody go?" "In here dumb ass," I said enjoying Megan's amazing oral abilities. The bedroom door burst open as Dustin stumbled in, "bro, my finger really fucking hurts." Megan started laughing so hard that she stopped sucking. I laughed as hard as she did. "I bet it does," she said looking over her shoulder at him. Her ass wiggled in the air as she went back to work on me. "Damn, you're hot girl!" Dustin said completely forgetting about his finger. I moved out of the way as Dustin pushed her down onto the mattress and rolled her over. She giggled as she looked up at him. He pushed his cock into her for the second time with as much enthusiasm as the first. Her response was to dig her nails into his back and beg him to go deeper. I sat to the side and enjoyed the show knowing it served multiple purposes. Dustin stopped after a few minutes to go to the bathroom. Megan laid on the bed drunk and used. She fell asleep before Dustin returned. Her soft snoring made it clear the night was finished. "Well brother are you actually going to go through with it now that I've fucked her?" Dustin asked curiously. I nodded happily, "you know it brother." He laughed quietly then stumbled to the living room. I fell asleep not long after hearing him crash onto the couch. It had been a very interesting evening which left all three of us tired. To Be Continued....