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 My Megan Part 4 (mf) by Foxbat


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   My Megan Part 4 (mf) by Foxbat



   Chapter 15: Aftermath

   I lifted my head from the floor, a wicked headache burning through my
head, and opened my eyes to see Megan's quite concerned face leaning over
me.  I closed my eyes, and grimaced, as I remembered how I came to be lying
on the floor unconscious.  I opened my eyes again.

   "What should we do?" asked Megan.  I looked up at her.  We had a couple
of choices - 1) pretend nothing had ever happened, and hope the teacher
would too, 2) go now and confront her, and essentially try to talk her into
being quiet, or hope that she was understanding.  Megan and I discussed for
a few minutes what to do, and eventually decided on the first option - just
pretend nothing had happened and hope the shit wouldn't hit the fan.  I
sorted out our clothes, pausing to kiss Megan and let my hands roam over
her smooth body, and now hairless pussy.  I explained how she would have to
shave it anew every few days, so things wouldn't get itchy and nasty, but
that wasn't much of a hardship, since she had legs to shave as well.

   If you've ever had a girl with a shaved pussy, you can never go back. 
Its just so so so much better.  No more picking pubic hairs out of your
teeth after going down on her, no hunting through dark jungles for various
vital organs, hidden in the hills and valleys of a forest.  I looked down
at her cunt admiringly, as I splayed her pussy lips and lightly played with
her.  She hugged me again, kissing me, and thanking me for a wonderful
night.  I helped her get dressed again, and we left the room, walking out
into the cold winter air.  I wrapped my arm around her, pressing her to me
as we found my car in the parking lot.  I drove her slowly back to her
house, relishing the physical contact between us in the dark car.

   Arriving at her house, I got out to walk her up to the door.  As we
stood there waiting for her parents to answer, she leaned close and
whispered that the cum dripping down her leg tickled.  Despite my
bacchanalian exploits, I was instantly hard.  I looked down at the blond
girl standing next to me.  She was funny, attractive, sexy, intelligent. 
She was what I'd been looking for in a girl since I started looking at
girls.  Just as the door opened, I gave her ass a little squeeze to
acknowledge her comment.

   I shook hands with her father, who was impressed with my punctuality,
and departed, driving slowly home, thinking the whole way.  I tore myself
apart relentlessly, trying to figure out how I really felt about the girl
who I'd taken out this night.  I remembered the almost whimisical impulse
to blackmail her that was the cause of our acquaintance.  I tried to
remember the weeks of mannequin-like sexual services she's rendered to me
before realizing the power and joy inherit in sex.

   Now, when we fucked, she was like a possessed woman - everything else
melted away.  I strongly suspected that she'd become fascinated with the
whole thing.  Apart from me, there was something enthralling about sex
which she couldn't get enough of.  Like a small kid fascinated with legos,
she wanted to connect everything up in every possible manner, and each new
kink was incredibly exciting.  I had seen her rubbing her thighs together
in the car ride back, still relishing the first shaving of her pubes.  And,
when I gave her the enema kit, I could see that she was dying to try it out
on her own, and see what interesting new sensations it could produce.

   Before Megan had left my car, she had leaned over and whispered the
magic three words into my ear.  I had been so stunned I hadn't known what
to say.  I mean, I suppose its only natural after a night like the kind
we'd had, but that doesn't prepare you for it when it comes.  I was still
trying to decide if I loved her the way she clearly loved me.  I pulled
into my dark driveway, and walked wearily into the house, letting sleep
overtake my questions and troubles.

   Chapter 16: A Present for Her...

   Christmas was fast approaching, and winter break loomed large.  On the
one hand, no kid in his right mind would deny that time off from school is
a reason to celebrate.  On the other, time off from school likely meant
time off of Megan, and I want as much time on Megan as possible.  And then
there was the question of what to get for that girl....

   I'd thought about it off and on and not really come to any good
conclusion.  I was still thinking that there was no way this could possibly
last past my graduation, so I didn't want to send a message that would give
her the wrong impression.  On the other hand, things were going well, and I
didn't want that fact to get in the way of enjoying our remaining time.  It
was like being old, I thought, you become so aware of how little time you
have left with something you love.

   I finally settled for some quite pricey reservations to one of the
nicest restaurants in town.  And a little shopping trip afterwards.  I'd
made some decent money during the summers, and I really couldn't much think
of a better thing to spend it on.

   I have to admit, that I was also quite curious what she would do for
this occasion and even a bit worried.  I cast such thoughts out of my mind
though, and focused on living through exams.  Megan and I saw each other a
couple times, but each time was basically just a wild fuck session to
relieve the enormous stress we were both under.

   ***

   I shook Mr.  Johnson's hand as he greeted the door.  It was the first
day of our winter break, and a light dusting of snow was coming down in the
beautiful dark night, snowflakes glittering magically in the light
emanating from the doorway to the Johnson house.

   "So you're taking my daughter out to dinner?" he asked, with a raised
eyebrow.  I certainly planned to take his daughter, and I think dinner
figured somewhere in the plans.  I looked him in the eye, and replied, "Yes
sir."

   "May I ask where?" he inquired.  I mentioned the name of the restaurant
and watched as his eyes moved from my eyes to my feet and back up again, as
if this new information were cause for a re-evaluation of the situation. 
There was a moment of silence.

   "That's a nice place," he commented.  I nodded my agreement.  I was
still standing outside the threshold, but I was dressed warmly and the cold
only helped to make the night feel more vigorous.  I caught a glimpse of
movement on the staircase, and, following my eyes, Mr.  Johnson spun
around. Megan was standing there, dressed in a warm wool winter coat,
looking gorgeous.  I took her hand, nodded to Mr.  Johnson, and we
departed.

   ***

   Dinner was excellent, and, despite the near-heart attack I had when they
gave me the bill, it was quite a pleasant experience.  Megan and I sat on
opposite ends of a small candle-lit table and just made small talk for most
of the dinner, exchanging stories about family, friends and places.  It was
the kind of getting-to-know-routine that was still a little incomplete in
our case.

   After some excellent desert and coffee, I helped Megan back into her
coat, and we walked out in the cold to my car.  I turned the ignition, the
engine rolled over a few times and then caught.  I could see Megan start to
say something, but I looked over at her, and smiled.

   "We're not quite done with my part of the night yet," I told her.  I was
quite fascinated, as already mentioned, by her fascination with things
sexual, and I was planning on taking full advantage of this.  We drove
through several towns, and into a shadier section on the fringe of a city
not far away.  I'd gone checking before to make sure the area was safe, and
to find exactly the right store I wanted to take her to.

   I parked the car a block or so away, and we got out, Megan following me
as I walked under the awnings next to the buildings.  I finally stopped
next to a set of double doors, and beckoned for Megan to enter.  She
reached out to open the door, and then looked down in shock when she
realized the door handle was really a 15 inch rubber penis, with a head and
lined with veins and all.  I smiled at her, as she smiled back and we went
in.

   If you've never gone into a sex shop, you should do so sometime.  Just
walking around is sort of a crash survey of human sexuality and fetish. 
Megan looked slightly fearful at first - she had no idea what kind of place
this was or what kind of people might be within, and had certainly never
seen some of the things that were up on the walls.  We walked along one
wall, covered in racks of porno videos, and, after a nod from me, she would
stop and read the back of a few that caught her attention.  I could see her
eyes widen with each synopsis she read.  We reached the end of the video
section, and, opting to skip out on the gay rack, moved directly to a wall
covered in various dildos and buttplugs.  She tentatively touched a few,
looking at the more complicated ones with some sense of confusion, until
she'd read the little placard.  Some had vibrators, some ejaculated, some
were designed for strap-on use.  Some came in pairs, some were glass, some
stone, some rubber.  There were huge fist shaped ones, and smaller
vibrators designed for use on the clit.  Megan looked with disbelief that
some of the larger ones would ever actually fit a real woman until I showed
her a pornmag about fisting.  We progressed to a wall covered in BDSM toys
and gear - hanging apparatus, handcuffs and armbinders and harnesses of all
sorts.  There were bras covered in spikes with holes for the nipples to
poke out, and black leather panties with a split crotch, scary masks and
hoods of all varieties and tons of other leather wear.  She walked down the
wall, running her hand across the latex, leather, and vinyl costumes, still
in shock.  I trailed behind her, letting her pick the path, and watching
with enjoyment at her amazement.

   We walked past a jewelry section, with nipple clamps of all sorts, small
hair-pin-like clit jewelry, piercings, posters of women with all sorts of
rings and bars stuck through them, needles, and such.  There were
electro-torture kits, vacuum pumps, all sorts of bizarre equipment for
bizarre fetishes.  Megan was wide eyed.  We wound up back where we started
after wading through a section of lubricants and more tame sex toys.  I
could see in Megan's eyes that some new horizons had been opened, and they
were ones I was quite intent on exploring.

   "Is there something you'd like to get?" I asked Megan, who was still
looking around in awe at all the stuff.  She just looked at me and hugged
me, giggling.  She decided this was all too much and she'd take a rain
check - we'd have to come back another time for that.  Which was fine with
me.

   Chapter 17: A Present for Me...

   We walked quietly back to the car, bodies pressed close against the cold
winter air.  I started to drive us back to Megan's house, but she corrected
me that we should be heading to school.  I asked about her father - I
wasn't looking forward to being killed by him when I brought his girl back
hours late.  She told me she'd told him we were also attending a play after
dinner though.  She smiled with one of her amazingly beautiful ear to ear
grins.  I drove up on campus, the snow already coating the quad with an
eerie white, our car leaving two tracks in the virgin snow as I pulled to a
stop in a back parking lot.  We walked briskly into the building and then
up to the newsroom.  Megan pulled out a piece of black fabric, and handed
it to me.  I looked at it questioningly as she told me to blind-fold
myself. I did as she asked and waited in the hall while "she got everything
ready inside." It was an agonizing wait.

   After what seemed an eternity, I heard the door click open, soft
foot-steps until I felt her hand take mine.  I let her lead me into the
room, and stand me in the center of the room.  I felt her hands undoing my
shirt, and then, pulling it off me.  I felt her delicate little hands
undoing my belt, and my zipper, and I started to get hard just from the
proximity of her hands, and from the almost ticklish sensation that being
blindfolded and having someone else touch you produces.  I let her finish
undressing my until I was completely naked save for the blindfold.  Her
touch left me for a second and then she pushed me down until I sat in a
chair she'd positioned.  I waited, somewhat nervous at what might await me
when I took off the blindfold.  After a few more seconds, Megan told me I
could take it off.  I reached behind my head, and untied it.  I opened my
eyes, which were immediately drawn to what seemed like hundreds of candles
Megan had placed around the room on just about every horizontal surface,
transforming it from a dingy nasty student publication office to a romantic
and erotic wonderland.

   My eyes drifted back to Megan.  She was standing there in front of me,
watching my reaction, as I let my eyes drift lower.  Allow me to take a
time out here to give you some background.  Megan, although quite an
athlete, was still very much into what one might label as typical woman
things.  She enjoyed baking cookies, and doing little handi-crafts that no
one but other girls and women ever really care about.  I knew that she'd
made a few of her outfits herself, but, compared to the talents I was
interested in, her domestic traits had always been back-burner.  What I saw
before me now though, could only have been made by her.  And it was
impressive.  There was a long strip of red velvet, the type that really
really nice ribbons on expensive presents are made from, about 6 inches
wide, which ran from her neck down to her croth, tapered nicely to pass
through her legs, and ran vertically up her back towards her neck, where it
joined the one on the front, with a hole allowing her neck to fit through
it without disrupting the lines.  A second strip of the same red velvet ran
around her circumferencially, covering her breasts.  Where the two crossed,
right in the center of her chest, was a large fancy bow.  She was
completely naked other than this ribbon-attire.

   I didn't know whether to shit myself or come all over myself.  She
walked towards me seductively, enjoying the youthful sexuality which she'd
come to possess.  I could tell that she loved the shock I was in and the
sense of being in control.

   "Don't you want to unwrap your present?" She asked.  I, not usually one
to be lost for words, was lost for words.  On the top ten list of erotic
moments in my life, this definitely had just scored number one.  I reached
up, and gently removed the fancy bow from the center of her chest.  It had
been velcroed on.  I stood, letting my rock-hard erection press between her
legs, and reached up to her neck.  I held her, and kissed her deeply,
letting my tongue swirl around the inside of her mouth.  Our tongues played
tag for a minute before I broke the kiss and rocked her head to the side as
I kissed down her neck towards the velco closure where the fabric went
around her neck.  I took the soft velvet in my mouth, and gently pulled it
loose.  I kissed back up her neck, pausing for a moment to dwell on her
mouth, before repeating the procedure on the other side.  I reached down
and gently pulled the velvet off her, admiring, not for the first time, her
wonderful young breasts and body.  I let my hands run all over her, feeling
hers on mine.

   She broke our kiss, and, trailing her tongue down my chest, began to
fellate my cock.  I was already rock hard, and her gentle ministrations
only made me want her more badly.  As I closed my eyes, I felt her hands
closing around my scrotum, a sensation I love.  Although this time, she
pulled harder than usual, and, releasing my dick from her mouth, she gently
pulled me down to the floor, and arranged me so that I was lying on my
back. I let my hand casually fondle her labia, running back and forth
through the dripping wet, hot folds, prompting her to take her breath in
short gasps.  After a minute though, she pulled away from me - I understood
that this was to be her night.  With me still lying on the floor, she
walked towards me sexily on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.
She flipped one knee over to the other side of my head, and slowly lowered
her delicious cunt onto my face, holding herself just high enough that I
would have to work to have any effect.

   I lapped away at her wonderful freshly shaved pubes, enjoying the view
upwards past the mountains of her breasts towards her face.  After only a
few minutes, she lifted herself up, and slid down my body, so that she was
straddling my groin.  My dick was at full attention, and was bobbing up,
bouncing off her stomach.  She looked absolutely gorgeous straddling me
like that, and when she smiled, I thought I might come.  I could barely
restrain myself from grabbing her hips and yanking her down, and giving her
the ass-fucking of a lifetime.  I held on to myself however, letting her
take the lead.

   She reached one arm back around behind her neck, lifting her breasts
upwards and outwards, and she took my cock in the other hand.  I still
expecting her to lube her ass up, when she took my dick and guided it
through the folds of her pussy, using it like a dildo to stimulate her clit
and labia.  I closed my eyes, enjoying the rubbing sensation against
hot-wetness on my dick, and rocked my head back.  I was completely
unprepared however, when I felt her sitting down on my dick, letting it
enter her vagina.  My eyes sprung open, and my head shot up, right as she
came to rest, her hips against mine, my cock firmly embedded in her cunt.

   I suppose I should remind you that we'd never done this before.  I had
engaged in all sorts of perversions with Megan, and I enjoyed use of her
ass on a regular basis since our relationship had changed from a weekly
somewhat forced blowjob session into something more.  But from the first
time that Megan and I had discussed her virginity, I had respected her wish
to save that area for marriage.  I had violated her ass, I had violated her
mouth, and stuffed fingers up her twat to my delight, but never once had I
even so much as joked or teased her about keeping that place holy.

   So for her to decide she wanted to have real, straight up vaginal sex
with me wasn't a small consideration, and it wasn't something that I
thought she would do lightly.  If I had known or suspected this, I probably
would have tried to talk her out of it, but now that she'd made the
decision, the best thing to do was to graciously accept it.

   I looked up into her eyes, and squeezed my groin muscles, causing my
dick to expand slightly.  Neither of us had moved since the penetration,
and I was transfixed by the slight of her lips splayed around my shaft
disappearing into her pink interior.  I felt her squeeze me back, and I
watched as she slowly lifted herself almost all the way off my pole and
sank slowly back down on it again, with both hands high behind her neck,
showing off her wonderful tits and flat stomach.

   She continued to alternate slowly impaling herself on and raising
herself off my cock, as I watched my dick penetrating the glistening folds
of her bald pussy.  The act still had the stigma of a forbidden fruit,
which only made the sensation more intense as I reached up and pulled her
downwards towards me, so that we were pressed together, but with my cock
still pushed all the way up her cunt.  I kissed her, and reached back to
spread her buttocks and I began to rock my hips upwards, driving my cock
into her warm wet pussy.  She moaned in arousal, and ground her pelvis back
against me, running her hands all over my chest and head.

   Megan's cunt provided an entirely different sensation from her ass.  Her
ass was tight as all get out, and the friction was almost painful unless I
used copious amounts of lube.  Even then, the muscles were always doing the
natural thing, and trying to expel my dick as if it were a turd, which felt
quite nice actually.  Her cunt was much wetter, and penetration was
infinitely easier - the muscles wanted me to stay here.  I marveled at the
sensation as I pulled her hips back down and arched my back, pushing more
of my penis into her hot box.

   Megan's face was already flushed with arousal, and when I grabbed her
hips and started hammering into her as forcefully as I possibly could, it
pushed her over the edge.  Her hand shot for her crotch, as I pushed back
upright, perpendicular to me, running quick frantic circles around her
clit. Using both hands to hold her still, I bucked my hips up into her as
fast as I humanly could, I could see her mouth open in a silent scream as I
looked up, and I could feel her muscles tensing in orgasm as I continues to
pound her.  Right as she was peaking, I reached up and pulled her back down
to me by the nipples, changing my rhythm of relentless fast hammering to
one of slow hard strokes, holding my dick in her pausing for a small second
at the apogee of each thrust.

   She had a far off look on her face and moaned continuously as I built
towards my orgasm.  I pushed a finger into her ass as I spread her
butt-cheeks, feeling it pressing against my dick through the thin skin
separating them.  I was right on the edge of orgasm, and the muscular
contractions in her pussy which were part of her orgasm pushed me straight
over the edge.  I pushed in as far as I possibly could, and let loose with
a load of cum the quantity of which I'd never unleashed before.  Pulse
after pulse of my hot lovegoo shot into Megan's impaled cunt as I held her
hips down, keeping my cock shoved fully inside her.

   ***

   When I had come down from my exorbitant high, my dick was still embedded
in her pussy, and she was lying face down on top of me, her face pressed
over my shoulder.  I reached up and hugged her to me, as my limp dick
slipped out of her pussy.  I could feel her hugging me back, but it took me
a second to realize she was sobbing gently.  I didn't know exactly what had
happened - she definitely enjoyed the orgasm, and had seemed pretty keen on
the whole thing from the onset.  I said nothing and hugged her tighter,
letting her get her cry out without interruption or need for explanation. I
figured it was maybe just a girl thing related to the loss of virginity.



   After a few minutes, Megan sat up and wiped the tears from her red face,
and smiled down at me.



   "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't know why I cried.  I....  It was just a
lot more intense than I thought it was going to be, and I thought about our
first time, and I..."

   I hadn't seen this sort of emotional confusion in Megan since I'd first
started fucking her.  I pulled her back towards me, and we just sort of
cuddled for a while, spooning.  Her breathing finally calmed down, and I
found myself thinking about how much life at college would suck without
her. Blackmailing and raping her had definitely been one of the best
decisions of my life.

   After a while, Megan and I cleaned up the room, and did the usual
clothes sort before departing.  I dropped her off at home with a good night
kiss, and drove slowly home, thinking.  Things had come a long way, and I
wanted to make the best of the spring before time ran out.

   To be continued...



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   I sort of lost momentum here for a little while, but hopefully the weeks
ahead won't quite be so hard.  Lots of time invested in the girlfriend
lately, which is good.  I'm dying to tell her about ASSM/ASSTR, but I have
no idea how she would react.  Especially if she decided to read something I
wrote, since most of it is pretty shocking stuff if you're not used to idea
of writing fantasy stories about graphic non-consensual sex.  Oh well.

   As always, I love to hear people's thoughts comments and advice, so drop
me a line at foxbat00@gmail.com

   Yours, Foxbat