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Subject: {ASSM} My Megan (mf anal oral) by Foxbat
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 06:10:03 -0400
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My Megan Part 5 (mf oral anal) by Foxbat


Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional,
and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be
read if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

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Chapter 18:  Home Alone

   The snow glided down slowly outside my window.  It was the second day of 
Christmas break of my senior year.  I was basically in love with Megan, and 
the events of a few days ago had done nothing to change that.

   I watched the snow fall gently, and wondered how much of her I'd be 
seeing this break.  Since school was out, our usual cover of the school 
newspaper wouldn't quite work.  We could always go out under the pretense of 
seeing a movie, but that wasn't anywhere near long enough to really enjoy 
ourselves.

   The phone rang, and I rolled lazily off my bed to answer it.  The voice 
of one very excited Megan was on the other end.  Apparently the Colonel (as 
I'd taken to calling her father) and his wife were going off to visit some 
relatives, and Megan has succeeded in convincing them to leave her behind.  
This meant she had the house to herself for a few days, and that meant *we* 
had the house to *ourselves* for a few days.

   After I hung up, I started scheming - I called one of my friends and got 
him to agree to tell my parents I was staying with him for a few nights if 
they called.  With that taken care of, I'd be free to enjoy myself.  It was 
going to be a Herculean task to wait until her parents left.

***

   I knocked again on the door to Megan's house.  It was cold and there were 
flurries again.  I just in the middle of wondering what could be taking so 
long when the door was abruptly yanked open by one ass-naked Megan.  I stood 
there on the stoop for a minute, too surprised to say anything, but Megan 
yanked me in by the collar.

   "Its cold silly," she said, closing the door behind me.  "Come on.... What 
are you waiting for?"

   That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started shedding my winter 
clothes.  When I was naked, I grabbed Megan and pulled her to me for a kiss. 
  I felt her icy cold little hand wrap around my cock and squeeze it, as if 
she were making sure I was ready.  I felt like my cock had just doubled in 
size, as I scooped her up in my arms.  I carried her into the kitchen, 
laying her gently on the kitchen table on her back.  Placing her legs 
against my shoulders, I felt her hands rubbing my cock up and down her 
freshly shaved twat.

   Not wanting to wait much longer, I leaned forward and slid easily into 
her warm pussy - she was as wet as I was hard.  I paused for a minute, my 
entire shaft buried in her pink folds, as she moaned for me to get on with 
it.  To the accompaniment of wooden table creaking noises and girl 
whimpering Megan noises, I began rodding Megan, stuffing my tool in her, and 
then pulling it all the way out, watching her pussy close, and thrusting it 
back in again.  The irregular timing was driving her nuts, and I could feel 
her finger nails digging into my buttocks, trying to get me to fuck her 
proper.

   With that, I began to stuff her like a thanks giving turkey, pistoning my 
cock in and out of her pussy, as she arched her back and squirmed under my 
assault on her kitchen table.  I let my hand drift down to massage the top 
of her puusy, and to maul her breasts which were jiggling delightfully with 
each smack of my pelvis into hers.

  As I felt myself getting close to orgasm, I paused for a minute to press 
Megan's legs together, and to put them both over my right shoulder.  This 
changed the pressures of the fuck, and presented her cute round ass as a 
target for my arrow to pierce.  With a nice slap on the ass, I started 
drilling her again, watching my cock disappear into the wet pink slit, as 
she gasped on the table, already in the grips of her own orgasm.

   When I couldn't stand it any longer, I withdrew and Megan jumped off the 
table.  Taking my cock in her hand, she engulfed the head with her mouth.  
Letting my thrust against the side of mouth, I came in torrents, covering 
her pretty face and dirty blond hair with my gooey sperm.


***

  It was about 3 hours later - Megan and I had ordered out for pizza and 
eaten leisurely in the nude, on the very same kitchen table on which I'd 
fucked her an hour or so earlier.  We were now watching tv, curled up on the 
couch in the living room.  A tv reshowing of Terminator was on, and I was so 
fixated by the scene where the Terminator blows away the gunshop that I 
didn't feel the soft hot wet sensation on my cock at first.  When I did, I 
almost jumped out of my skin - Megan was gently licking my cock, coaxing it 
back to life.  Despite the vigor of our earlier copulation, there was still 
life yet in my cock.  Smiling at me, Megan slid off the couch and knelt in 
front of me, her head bobbing up and down in my lap, expertly pleasing my 
dick as I'd taught her to in the newsroom months ago.

  Stopping her ministrations for a moment, she smiled up at me again, as she 
pulled a ribbon out of from her ponytail.  Putting the head of my dick back 
in her mouth, she grabbed my balls and wrapped the ribbon around them a few 
turns, before making a figure 8 around my cock and balls, and wrapping a 
loop around just my cock.  When she was done, she tied it off on the top.

   It wasn't painfully tight, but it was enough to make the veins on my cock 
stand out in a way that they usually didn't.  The sensation on my balls was 
equally nice - it felt like her hand did when she used to blow me.

   With that, Megan stood up and turned around.  Standing on the footstool, 
legs together, knees bent, waving her ass at me.   I placed one hand on her 
ass and gave it a good slap before sticking a finger up her cunt.

   Withdrawing, I guided her ass downwards, until she was just touching my 
dick.  I lined myself up with her nether entrance, and watched as she bent 
her knees more, lowering her ass onto my waiting cock, impaling herself.  
This was definitely one of the sexiest things I'd ever experienced, I 
thought, as she continued to alternately raise and lower her ass onto and 
off of my cock.  She had such a gorgeous ass, I thought, slapping it again 
for emphasis as she moaned, impaled on my cock.  Not wanting to continue at 
her leisurely pace, I stood up, pulling her up with me, and twisted her 
around.  After a little adjustment, I was sitting down again, and she was 
straddling me, but facing me this time, feet all the way back on the couch 
cushion, and supporting herself by her hands on my ankles, as I held her 
hips and bucked underneath her, driving my spear into her quivering ass.  
She held on for dear life as I continued to ream her ass out like a convict 
sentenced for life.

   Reaching up, I stuffed a few fingers up her twat and rubber her clit as 
she exploded into a quivering screaming orgasm, shuddering on top of my cock 
as I hammered her for all I was worth.  Less than a minute later, I too came 
with a mind-blowing orgasm, painting the walls of her rectum white with the 
copious amounts of cum which I deposited.

   We fell asleep shortly thereafter on the couch, both overwhelmed by the 
post-orgasm peacefulness.


Chapter 19:  A Fine Day

   The next morning was one of those gorgeous winter days that make you glad 
to be alive.  The air outside was cold, and the sky was a clear blue, the 
sun reflecting dazzlingly off the snow which remained in the yard.  I 
stretched - sleeping on the couch hadn't been so good on the back - and 
padded into the kitchen to fix some coffee.  I'd not really gotten a good 
look at Megan's house before - I'd come here a few times to pick her up to 
go out, but the Colonel had made sure I never got further than 10 feet from 
the door.  With the coffee going, I decided to explore.

   I headed upstairs - the first bedroom I saw must have been a guest 
bedroom.  Megan didn't have any siblings, I knew, and this certainly wasn't 
her bedroom, and the bed was awfully small to sleep both of her parents.  
Continuing my investigation, the next room I peeked into must have been a 
study for the Colonel.  There was a desk with a couple perfectly lined up 
stacks of paper, and a floor to ceiling bookshelf.  As much as I was dying 
to know what the Colonel liked to read, I decided it was better to finish up 
before Megan woke up.

   With that, I crossed the hall and walked into what must have been her 
room.

   I find it fascinating to see the bedrooms of other people.  Our culture 
has made it such that the bedroom is the ultimate private domain of its 
owner - as long as its kept neat, even one's parents don't usually have 
influence within.  Bedrooms tell so much about their owners - how the walls 
are decorated, which pieces of furniture dominate the room, what kind of 
books reside there.  And because one usually doesn't decorate one's bedroom 
with other people in mind, it's a fairly honest glimpse into someone else's 
mind.

   Megan's bedroom was neat - a light blue carpet and off-white walls.  Her 
desk was cluttered with papers and text books and other school work - it was 
clearly more of a storage depot than a work area.  She had a large double 
bed up against one wall, covered with pillows and a few stuffed animals.  On 
her dresser was a framed picture of us, taken in the newsroom when she was 
hanging out there after school by one of my friends.  I was sitting in the 
office chair that the editors jokingly called the throne, and Megan was 
standing behind me, with her arms around my neck, face pressed against mine, 
smiling.  It was a good picture - one in fact that I'd tucked away as well.

   I moved on, looking at her posters and pictures, getting a glimpse, for 
the first time really, of the girl as she was before I intruded into her 
life.  Most of the pictures were of her playing some sort of sport - she 
clearly had an athlete's mentality and she was quite good at swimming, her 
chosen sport now.

   I decided to leave before I started thinking too deeply on anything.  
Next stop on the tour was the master bedroom.  It was a large room, with a 
queen sized bed, light walls with a big skylight.  There was a large TV 
against the wall opposite the bed, and what appeared to be a spacious 
bathroom off to the side.  I was admiring the taste with which it had been 
decorated when I felt warm little hands circling my waste.

   After only a moment's hesitation, they slid downwards and were soon 
circling my semi-erect dick.  I don't know about most of you guys out there, 
but if there's one thing as sure a bet as the sunrise, its probably morning 
wood.  Not exactly hard, not exactly soft, and about 20 minutes worth.  If 
there's a feeling quite like having your morning wood played with, I don't 
think I've experienced it yet.

   Anyways, standing in the door of her parents bedroom was just too good, 
and it was a matter of seconds before I was fucking her brains out 
missionary style smack in the middle of that big queensized bed.  One big 
wet spot and a mutual orgasm later, we were ready for the day to begin.

***

   I wasn't sure if my dick could continue at her pace, so I thought I'd try 
to burn off some of that energy.  We packed up some stuff, dropped by my 
house quickly, and headed out to one of the state parks in the area.  It 
took about half an hour to hike up to the pond, and another 15 minutes to 
chip a hole in the ice with the hatchet I brought along to make sure it was 
thick enough.  But 5 minutes after that, we were skating.

   I don't know if I've ever had a better day that that one cold December 
afternoon.  We skated for a few hours, played kick-the-puck style hockey 
without sticks, almost wound up making out on the ice after some vicious 
checking, and then decided to head home.  Just being around her made me 
incredibly happy.





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To be continued...



Life's a bitch.  There's never enough time.



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