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				Full Contact
					By ElSol


	I sat in the office of the donjon staring at the pictures. The
class I just finished teaching was not the usual Thursday night
sparring-fest. Some of the students were unhappy about it but
with a tournament on Saturday I thought reaction drills would
avoid shaking anyone's confidence.
	Students rarely disturbed me after class. Sharon, the other
assistant instructor, stayed on the floor and closed the school
so she caught a majority of questions. Our master left the heavy
sparring classes to me since I was younger with a background the
smart students did not want to test. Luckily, dumb ones took
their lumps and liked them since it meant I had something to
teach.
	I found the Tae Kwon Do school when I began attending the local
university for my master's degree. I got lucky; the school owner
was from the same town that I trained in during my father's tour
of duty in Korea. My father was heavily into martial arts and to
a Marine brat the dojos were familiar ground anywhere in the
world. I followed my father's footsteps into the military but
after six years it was suggested there were better options
elsewhere. The courteous gentlemen in suits were surprised that I
did not wish to pursue those options. They should have read my
file more carefully. I lost the only friends I ever had to bad
intelligence; one of them died saving me. I did not blame the
agencies, but I was not interested in having my mistakes make
someone's shoulder the towel for a widow's tears.
	Michael insisted Jason and I take college classes while
stationed in barracks and as many correspondent courses as we
could. He was a pushy bastard but I was thankful for the
bachelor's degree when I walked away from my life. I had always
lived in the military's insulated world; first as a brat and then
a soldier. The white tower of academia was the closest I could
ever get to that in the real world.
	"David," Sharon said leaning against the door.
	I smiled warmly at her.
	Sharon was a pretty, middle-aged brunette with an ass and legs
other women might kill for. She found martial arts during the
last three years of an abusive marriage. She kept the fact she
was taking classes hidden from her husband for two of those
years. By the time he found out, it was too late. Our master had
done a good job of reconstructing Sharon's self-esteem. She
walked out of her marriage and into a divorce lawyer's office.
The black belt women banded together for the last year of
Sharon's marriage to keep her afloat as she was dragged through
the divorce sewer. I was sure Sharon and her daughter had spent
many nights in the donjon itself.
	I started instructing in the school immediately after the
divorce finalized. The black belt women were not happy about my
employment since the majority of the higher belts were female. My
qualifications were unimpeachable though; I had trained
consistently since I was three years old in various martial arts,
usually at that art's country of origin. My father was one of the
most decorated Marine Corps Sergeant Majors and many commanders
knew that bringing him on board would make their men strack
immediately. My mother never complained about the world travel
and I do not remember being asked my opinion.
	Sharon's husband resolved a lot of little problems by following
his nature. I was teaching an advanced children's class that
included Sharon's 11 year old daughter, Melissa, when her husband
decided to introduce himself. Most of the next class was doing
warm-up stretching around the floor so there were plenty of
witnesses.
	He walked in and headed right for his daughter; Sharon moved to
intercept him. The situation culminated in a question and answer
session with the witnesses about my beliefs on the 'non-violent
principles of the martial arts ethics'. I believe those
principles deal with making a conscious decision with an
understanding of the options and consequences. From my
perspective, a strange man walking into my class and putting his
hand on a student, a child nonetheless, placed us in a physical
conflict. I knew that but the witnesses and he had not. Any
escalation could have been prevented by someone in the class
calling the police or a set of them standing with me to back him
down with the force of numbers. The moment I released his grip on
Melissa, I knew one of the consequences might have been him lying
on the floor unconscious while we waited for the police. Some of
the female black belts did not like my answers but admitted there
had been plenty of opportunity for them to pursue other options.
Their inaction settled the issue of my being the best hire in our
master's eyes.
	I did not know it at the time but that night had another
significant event. After the police left, the master had me give
Megan, a college freshman, an introductory lesson. She was one of
the more vocal witnesses when the cops asked questions. She was a
little wide-eyed during her lesson but I put it down to seeing
her new instructor in the kind of action usually reserved for
movies.
		
					-----
	
	Sharon walked into the office drawn by my warm smile. She put
her hip against the desk and stared at me. I knew Melissa was
waiting patiently in her mother's car so nothing was going to
happen but the thought of Sharon and I widened my smile.
 	We had embroiled ourselves in a torrid affair a month after her
husband interfered with my class. It was a Friday night and she
looked a little lost as she was leaving the building. I stopped
her at the door and asked if anything was wrong. She told me it
was Melissa's first weekend with her father. I grimaced in
sympathy and she laughed.
	I had never seen her laugh before that; I liked how it
brightened her face.
	I asked if she wanted to go to the local diner and a movie. She
said she had plans. I nodded somewhat wistfully, said goodbye and
walked back into the office. I was surprised five minutes later
when she came in to tell me her plans had fallen through.
	The smile on her face warmed me as she spoke the words.
	I decided to treat her to better than a diner when she made a
joke about it being her first time out in years. The military
life was not the most financially rewarding but my mother's
family was old money. I had a healthy trust fund that was given a
steroid shot when I chose to attend the same university my
grandfather taught at.
	The movie was forgotten as Sharon opened up. I was the best man
at both Michael and Jason's weddings so marriage was not
something foreign to me. Their wives had found me a good sounding
board when they had problems with their husbands. I was used to
hearing the good and ugly of marriage.
	Sharon's had been ugly from the beginning, with little good
throughout. I was surprised she let him have any visitation but
she assured me that for all his faults he was a good father.
	I am not quite sure how we ended up in her apartment or kissing
on her couch.
	She whispered a lot of excuses about why we should not be doing
anything but those stopped with my first touch on her clit. She
came hard soon after and lay back looking at me with satisfied
eyes. I shifted uncomfortably when she got up on her knees and
leaned over me. She did not bother to fix her panties and jeans,
which were around her knees. We kissed deeply before her hands
fluttered on top of my zipper. I let her take her time; I was
enjoying having my hand on her hip and stroking her unbelievably
soft skin. I pulled my hips up when she got my pants opened and
she pushed them down my legs. She gasped into my mouth when she
put her hand on me. She broke the kiss and looked at my crotch.
	I was a healthy couple of inches longer than average and thick
to boot. 	
	Sharon looked back to me. I was beginning to feel self-conscious
when her eyes flared with feminine want. She pushed my underwear
and pants down my legs stripping me below the waist. She got up
from the sofa and threw a cushion down between my legs. She knelt
on it and gave me the best blowjob of my life.
	We were sitting on the couch relaxing and I decided to return
the favor. I was kissing down her belly making my intentions
clear when she said my favorite words in that situation.
	"Wait! Nobody's ever..."
	I looked up at her and my smile must have been close to evil.
She found out why in the next fifteen minutes as I lavished her
with my lips and tongue. She was too tired to protest when I
hooked her legs on my shoulders. I found out quickly that Sharon
liked long, deep, slow strokes. Her pussy felt so good around me
that I was happy to oblige her preferences.
	We spent the weekend together and afterwards enjoyed each
other's company during Melissa's weekends with her father. I was
very surprised when she insisted I continue dating and fucking
whomever I wanted. I was annoyed by her lack of possessiveness to
be honest, but accepted her explanation. She said as long as I
was still seeing other people she did not have to take what we
had seriously. I guess I could not blame her for being leery of
commitment after her marriage.
	For a year after, I dated if a woman asked me but Sharon and her
blossoming sexuality were all I wanted in my bed.

					-----

	Sharon smiled as widely as I had and leaned over to whisper in
my ear.
	"Megan is downstairs beating up the heavy bag."
	Sharon had unwittingly set fire to Megan and me.
	It was fairly obvious that several of the female students found
me attractive. I did not think I was all that but Michael and
Jason's wives had assured me the eyes alone entrapped beating
female hearts. Everyone on my mother's side of the family had
them. They were a brief stop in the blue pool on the way to
white. Matched with my father's Spanish coloring of dark skin and
hair, it made my eyes a piercing blue. I avoided the younger
female students knowing their crushes would wane as boys their
age matured. I was not adverse to flirting with the older women
figuring if it got them in the donjon a couple of times a week
there would be more benefit to their health than harm to their
hearts.
	I did not think Megan was one of the crushers.
	She took classes irregularly her freshman year but in her
sophomore year she was more focused. She was shy around other
people in class although was always willing to be my
demonstration dummy. She blushed whenever I used a hold or throw
that ended with us in full body to body contact but I did not
think anything of it.
	I thought Megan was pretty. Her dark eyes were a contrast to
mine, and whenever she stood close I found myself counting her
freckles. I loved the color and style of her hair; auburn, long
and perfect tight waves without being curly. We saw each other on
campus occasionally but she only gave me a quick smile before
looking away. I liked the intense way she watched me sometimes in
class. I only caught it out of the corner of my eye, but I could
feel it when she looked at me that way.
	Sharon discovered teasing during the September of Megan's
sophomore year. She pushed the envelope sometimes but enjoyed the
resulting hard takings when she went too far. Those were the few
times our sex was a little rough. I was in the office one Friday
night taking a shower after class. The master had a full bathroom
installed off of his office and let the assistants use it when he
was not there. I turned the water off and stepped out of the
shower to find Sharon waiting for me. I knew Melissa was with her
father so I thought it was the beginning of another fantastic
weekend. It started fine with Sharon pushing the water off my
body with her hands and tongue. She took me into her mouth and
sucked for a couple of minutes before letting me go.
	She stood up and smiled.
	"I'm visiting my parents this weekend. Have fun!" she said
excitedly and ran out laughing. I was naked so could not follow
her. I grit my teeth and fought the desire to kick the walls. I
finished drying and stood looking at myself in the mirror until I
calmed down. I put on boxer-briefs and stepped into the office.
	Megan was waiting for me.
	I stood in the doorway staring at her. She stared back but at my
groin. I was half-hard when I stepped out of the bathroom; in
seconds, I became what Jason used to call 'wicked hard'.
	"Hello to you too," Megan said in voice that mixed confusion,
humor and feminine awareness.
	We both blushed at her words. She tried to raise her eyes for my
modesty's sake. They did not make it to looking into mine; they
stopped at my abs and chest. I kept my body in fighting trim;
combat fighting trim and she admired every exposed inch.
	I blushed again, which was two times more than I had in years,
as my dick became insistent. I shook my head knowing Megan was
probably the second part of Sharon's tease. I always locked the
office door when I showered. Sharon had to know Megan was waiting
for me, set me up in the bathroom, and let Megan into the office
as she completed her escape.
	I stepped around Megan carefully and put on my gi pants.
	Megan was the only student I wished had a crush on me.
Sometimes, there was something voracious about her eyes when she
looked at me.
	I made a conscious decision not to put on my top and sat down. I
leaned my chair back and put my hands on my stomach.
	"I'm sorry about that, Megan," I said carefully.
	She nodded and sat down across from me. I noticed that she was
still wearing her gi and sat up as she explained her situation.
Megan was testing for her fourth rank in two weeks but was unsure
about her throws and holds. None of that stuff was required for
the rank but the master liked his students to have a jump on
advanced techniques. I told Megan not to worry about it but she
seemed nervous. She asked if I could give her some extra help. I
put my top on but not my belt and gestured towards the door.
	Trying to teach Megan proper holds and throws while hard as a
tire iron was not the best idea I ever had, but the results were
great. She learned everything she needed after only a couple of
tries. She teased me into teaching a few more things and we
somehow ended up with me putting a reverse choke on her. I did
not hook my legs so she would not panic. We fell backwards and
she was on top of me as I lay on the mat. She pried my arms loose
when I made an allowance for her being female and stretched them
out as far as she could. It trapped her hands into keeping mine
away though. She wriggled upwards which exposed her neck as she
tried to make good her escape.
	I bit her gently before I realized what I was doing.
	We both froze and I let her go.
	She got up slowly.
	I stood up behind her and thought about how to best apologize
for my indiscretion. She turned around and looked at me. Her eyes
were shining and she took a couple of steps back.
	I opened my mouth to apologize and she charged. It caught me
completely flat-footed. I am surprised I did not hurt her. She
hit me too high to be an effective tackle. I went down but at the
last moment jumped up to take her with me into the guard
position. I was on my back with my legs locked around her waist;
my arms were around her upper body with my hands cinched together
behind her back. I pulled her as close to me as possible.
	It had been automatic defensive maneuver. I think her next move
was also automatic.
	She rested on top of me with her face in my chest. She tested
our position trying to gain some advantage but even if my
fighting instinct had let her put me down I was too well trained
to not hold her perfectly.
	She rubbed her tummy against the hardness pressing against her.
	I was hard when I left the office, which slowly became half-hard
as we worked on her technique. The bite had put me back in the
range of wicked hard but there are no words for what I became
after she rubbed herself on me.
	I made believe I did not notice what she was doing until she
moaned.
	The sound broke both of us.
	She was strong for her size but it was no-contest.
	I took her hard.
	I do not know if I would have stopped had she fought me for
real. She struggled as I ripped the center seam of her pants but
it stopped when I pushed her panties aside to take her body. She
wrapped her legs around my waist and hugged tightly. She cried
out her orgasm and I felt the months she had wanted me.
	It was rough; my body gave her's no quarter as I tried to make
myself a part of her through friction. I fucked her and when I
thickened as my pleasure subsumed me she screamed out her second
orgasm.

					-----
	
	Sharon pulled away from my ear. She turned my chair so my legs
were out from beneath the desk. She leaned down between my legs
and put her hands on the waist of my pants. She pulled them down
far enough to clear my hardening dick and testicles. She smiled
as she put her tongue on me.
	I had stood by quietly that first time as Megan dressed behind
the door of the women's locker room. She walked out and looked at
me. Her eyes had a little trepidation and a lot of satisfaction
in them. She waved nervously and almost ran out of the donjon. I
punched the heavy bag for a few minutes trying to kill the extra
energy.
	The sex was good... actually it had been great.
	I had no idea what was going to happen next between us but my
body was on the side of more Megan. I walked into the office to
find Sharon sitting naked in the chair. She was playing her
fingers lightly up and down her pussy.
	"That was the sexiest shit I've ever seen and you are going FUCK
me long and hard all night," she said in a painfully excited
voice.
	Sharon was insatiable that weekend. The night I fucked Megan for
the first time, I also fucked Sharon's ass for the first time.
Seeing me with another woman opened Sharon's fantasy life. We
spent the weekend living what fantasies we could together. She
admitted in the darkness of the night when we could not even see
each other that part of her excitement was wanting Megan too.
	The next year flew by as I lived from Sharon weekends to Megan
nights.

					-----
	
	Sharon stood leaving my dick standing straight up. She raised an
eyebrow at me and strutted out the door. Megan and Sharon had
developed a strange relationship in the year since my first time
with Megan. Sharon was the only one that knew about her. She
became Megan's co-conspirator in making sure the path was clear
when Megan was in the mood for what our time together had become.
	I thought in some ways I was a well-trained puppy. As soon as
Sharon said Megan was still there, my body surged with lust.
	Sharon stopped at the door and cocked her hip. I loved her ass;
there were times inside of her that I prayed I would not cum so
the cries of her orgasms would never end.
	"You know, David," she said looking over her shoulder. "If you
want something more with Megan and you need an excuse; she would
certainly make a fantastic first woman for me."
	She turned and walked out without seeing my reaction to her
words. I wanted more with Megan, more with Sharon, more with both
of them but at that moment what I really wanted was to bend
Sharon over the table so I could lick the sweat residue of a hard
class from her ass and pussy.
	I did not really know what I wanted with Megan though. I just
knew that a session every three weeks or so was becoming not
enough. I did not want to ask for more if it was all she wanted
but...
	I gave it a couple minutes worth of thought and walked
downstairs. Megan never gave me any sign that she wanted more so
I had to settle for what she was giving me.
	The sessions changed slowly in the intervening year. At the
beginning, there was only a little fighting/wrestling before we
fucked. She fought harder now and gave nothing that I did not
take first. There were times in class that she concentrated
fiercely and I knew she was thinking of modifying a technique to
use on me.
	Sharon called it rough seduction.
	Megan was giving the heavy bag a small pounding. She turned to
look at me and took off the sparring gloves. We learned long
before that they got in the way when things became heated.
	We moved our sessions downstairs because the mats were more
comfortable for grappling, among other things. There was a large
enough space in the middle because the weight machines lined the
wall. Some black belt males habitually held 'boxing' matches down
there to prove their manhood; at least that is what I thought
they were trying to prove. They never invited me and I did not
interfere.

	Megan moved to the middle of the floor. Everything was probably
a little too formal for her but we never discussed what we were
doing. We did use smiles instead of bows though.
	The uniforms had adapted to meet our needs. I used one of my
looser ones with no belt. Her belt was longer than the one she
used in class. It made for great handles; at time it had other
uses. Her uniform was looser than the one she wore in class. I
knew she would be wearing a sports bra underneath. The panties
were probably white; thin strips at her hips and translucent over
her mound.
	Sometimes I did not take them off her; I ripped a hole for
myself or like the first time pushed them aside. I smiled
wondering if I could offer to start a panty fund so I could rip
them off every time.
	We moved towards each other slowly with hands outstretched in
the testing. Our fingers touched and our breathing deepened. I
had pushed in class so we were tired but the adrenaline and
sexual need was driving us.
	It was not a competition; we had the same unifying goal.
	She grabbed the sleeve of my uniform and pulled down on it. Part
of the fun was seeing where she took things so I never took over
any move right away. I went with her pull and she hit me her hip
to flip me. I relaxed into it but felt her hesitation when she
had me down. I grabbed her arm and dragged her over my shoulder
so that she was also down but in front of me. I wrapped my legs
around her waist and set the hooks in; my feet and calves on the
inside of her thighs to limit the range of movement. I wrapped
one arm underneath hers and brought the other around her head.
	Had we been doing it for real, I would have gone for a choke but
we were playing and I kept escape possible. This position usually
led to her first capitulation, which was always a bite to her
neck reminding me of our first time.
	I did not use small joint manipulations but she was allowed just
about everything. She grabbed my hand to break the grip and
realized I had left my pinkie out to dry. She grabbed it in a
tight fist and bent it backwards. I rolled out, releasing my hold
and freeing myself from hers. I stood up and her smile was wide
knowing she had gotten to me. She stood up and watched as I shook
my hand.
	She had this look that screamed a very insincere 'Ahh... poor
baby!'
	I approached her again. She tried a loose thigh kick and was
surprised when I turned into it instead of moving away. I took
the kick followed her drawback so we were body to body. I tripped
her backwards and dropped with her. I caught myself with my arms
before my weight hit her. She was trapped and surprised by my
move. I took advantage by dropping a kiss on her lips.
	It lasted long enough for her to kiss back. I tried to deepen it
but she slipped out from underneath my arm and pushed me away
with her legs. She stood up quickly taking a few steps back. I
tried to get up but she charged bowling me over.
	Megan had tells for her charges so I knew what was happening. I
rolled with her body contact and flipped her with my legs. I
cringed when I heard her hit the mat. I flipped over to my
stomach and looked at her. She knew how to take a fall so I was
sure she was not hurt but it was not something I did to her
regularly. She was lying on her back with her arms in a position
that meant she had slapped the mat right. She turned her head and
stuck her tongue out at me.
	I got up and took a couple of steps backwards. Megan was always
dangerous when I did something like that. She had ways of getting
even that I rarely avoided. She stood up slowly and her eyes
burned into me. She walked me down the way I did students when
they were being too cute in sparring. Maintaining eye contact,
she approached me like nothing could get in her way.
	I let her, wanting to see where she took it. She stood inches
from me and got up on her tiptoes. I moved my face down to kiss
her. Her hands grabbed my cock and squeezed me. The pressure was
hard but I was harder.
	"WOH!" I yelled when she applied the same ankle trip I used to
take her down. I hit the ground well but she planned it perfectly
landing on top of me in a full mount.
	I should have known better since we had not gotten to the sex
that quickly since the first couple of times. She punched my
chest and I remembered I had someone sitting on my stomach. I put
my hands up to protect my face.
	Megan never hit hard but she still pounded on me when she had
the upper hand. She was mostly aiming for my arms and chest but I
knew the hits would get harder the longer she stayed up there.
	I pushed my hips up hard to try to get her over my head. She
grabbed my arms and rode me up. She wrapped her legs underneath
when I did not bring my hips down immediately. She hugged herself
close to me and brought her hand under my neck to prevent a
bridge. I settled my hips and she pulled her legs out from
underneath. She punched my chest again to point out her continued
dominant position. I pushed up and turned to get on my knees with
my elbows on the mat surprising her. She stepped up, thought
better of it and hooked her legs around my waist. I felt her
hands reaching for a reverse choke.
	That REALLY surprised me, and she had it almost locked before I
recovered. I turned my head and tucked my chin. Megan tried to
dig her arm underneath but did not have the strength.
	I rolled to my ass; rolled again to my knees; rolled to my ass
and rolled to my knees. She rarely had my back so the motion was
something new to her. With each roll, I turned more and more into
her.
	At the final roll, I had turned myself enough to be face to face
with her. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms were
still around my neck. I grabbed her hips in a tight grip and
pushed up against her. I could not get inside her with four
layers of cloth between us but her pussy was butted with my need
to tear through the barriers. I put my face against her neck and
kissed it. She ground her hips on my need for a second before
trying to push me away. I brought my hands from her hips to bury
them in her hair. I kissed her hard, she tried to turn her face
but I prevented it. She kissed me when she realized there was no
escape. Her mouth opened and I invaded it with my tongue. We
kissed hungrily for a minute until I reached to pull down her
pants.
	Megan was flexible and watched me carefully in grappling
classes.
	She brought her legs up and placed her feet on my hips. She
pushed up with her legs and arms. I had taught her the move and
it was the best she ever performed it. I let her push me away and
escape again.
	She tried to stand up but had to put her hand down as her legs
weakened. I felt the same weakness in mine when I tried to stand
up.
	I needed to fuck Megan bad.
	I always wanted to fuck Megan when I was around her but watching
her try to regain control of her legs while my own betrayed me
turned the want to almost desperate need.
	I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I could win
at any time but taking her inch by inch was soulfully satisfying.
It went on like that for a good twenty minutes. We wrestled until
I was in a superior position and I took a kiss or a bite as the
price for letting her go so we could continue.
	I could feel her getting more and more excited.
	She had me in a headlock when her pants came off. My head was
tight in on her ribs but she had my chin not my neck. She
squeezed me tightly and let out a little giggle since this rarely
happened. She was kneeling on the ground and did not notice when
I put my hands on her hips. She tried to stand up when I grabbed
her pants. She would not let go of the hold instead she tried to
squeeze my head to make me stop. I pulled on her pants; the loose
knot at the waist did nothing to prevent them from coming down. I
straightened up which caused her upper body to rise. This let me
push her pants over her ass and hips. She finally let me go and
reached for her pants but I pulled on them putting her on her
back. She caught herself but this let me extend her legs and pull
the pants off her body. I tossed them aside and they landed on
top of a weight machine.
	I pulled my top of my body and tossed it behind me. I slid my
pants and briefs down my legs to step out of them. Each move was
filled with the arrogance of my intent.
	YOU ARE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT ME FUCKING YOU.
	She had heard the message in my movements before and waited
quietly as I moved towards her.
	I wanted my fingers in her pussy.
	Megan tried to dodge around me but I caught the belt. She pulled
away from me but was not strong enough to stop me from pulling
her down. I wrapped my arm around her waist and hooked my ankle
around hers. I pushed her other leg way with my foot. Her panty
covered pussy was open to my hungry fingers.

	I hated those fucking panties in the moment that I felt her
wetness. I pushed my fingers into her forcing the cloth inside
and she arched her back. She pushed at my hand with her own and
tried to slide off my body. I grabbed the sides of her panties
and gave her a choice.
	Move away losing your panties or stay cumming around my fingers.
	Her body betrayed her in a moment of indecision and she froze
halfway between losing her clothing and cumming. I turned her so
she lay on her stomach on the mat, grabbed her panties and pulled
them down her legs. She crawled away leaving them in my hands. I
put them under my nose to take her scent inside me and tossed
them aside too. She was on her feet and looking for a way out.
	She chose to try through me even though the door was behind her.
	I took her charge and fell backwards. I wrapped my arms around
her waist to prevent her from getting away. She tried to crawl
over me and ended up mounted again. I sat up fast, grabbed her
asscheeks, spread them, and pulled her down hard.
	It would have been painful had I missed but my dick found her
spot perfectly. I impaled her on my dick with the force of my
hips pushing upwards and my hands pulling her down. She gasped
and grabbed two fistfuls of my hair pulling my head back
painfully. I felt her desire to scream; the pressure of holding
it in as her eyes opened wide.
	She bit my shoulder.
	I pulled her off me and fell backwards.
	"NO!" she screamed in frustration and protest.
	I turned so that she was on her stomach with my legs wrapped
around her right leg. I moved downwards until I had my head on
her ass. She tried to pull away from me but I used her upward
movement to push a hand underneath her. I buried two fingers
inside her pussy from beneath and used my position to flatten her
on the ground.
	"NO!" she screamed again and tried to crawl away. I pumped my
fingers in and out her while I held her down. I bit her asscheek
because I wanted to badly. I licked and kissed the spot asking
for her forgiveness. She tried to get up on her knees and my
fingers slipped out of her pussy to her clit. I brought my other
hand around and took her pussy back with three fingers.
	"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she felt my teeth on her other
asscheek. She tried to get away but I turned onto my back pulling
her on top of me. I pumped my fingers inside of her as my other
fingers stroked up and down her clit. She stopped trying to move
away and moved her ass to get my fingers deeper inside of her.
	This time she let the scream out. It was full-throated and
declared her body's release. She went wild on top of me as I
continued to manipulate her pussy and clit during her orgasm.
	I knew she needed recovery time so I stopped as soon as she came
down from her high. I left my fingers inside of her and kept my
contact with her clit but did not move. She crawled over me
disengaging my digits from her body. She sat down a couple of
feet from me and watched me. I stared back at her thinking that
her gi top had to go.
	I wanted Megan naked.
	It was not a common occurrence; usually we were both too needy
to wait until complete nudity. The times that we did though were
the best. She knew what I was thinking and her eyes shined. I sat
up and waited for her.
	She sometimes did not want to continue wrestling and put her
body in my care after her first orgasm. She stood up after a
couple of minutes and nodded reading my intent again. It was not
going to be one of those semi-clothed nights. I almost crowed my
happiness at the news.
	I moved towards her and she tried to prevent the contact knowing
I wanted the top off. My first objective was getting the top out
from under the belt.
	The belt could stay; it let me do things that I really enjoyed.
	She knew my most likely point of attack and my being naked
helped in her prevention strategy. A quick stroke of my dick or
testicles made me hesitate every time. I grabbed her sleeve
finally but she went down on her knees. As I followed her, she
licked the head of my dick.
	Megan had a gifted mouth and I involuntarily froze. She rewarded
my reaction by taking me into her mouth. She did it slow as if
there was something to savor in having me inside her. I let go of
her sleeve and she pushed me back and crawled backwards.
	I let her get up. I wanted her and probably could have had her
then but I really wanted her naked. It took another five minutes
before I got my hand on her sleeve again.
	There was a lot more laughing and giggling with a scream here
and there whenever I got close to my objective. I grabbed her
sleeve and knelt down pinning it to the ground. She went down to
her knees and tried to push herself on top of me. I let her and
grabbed the waist of her top. She grabbed my hair and tried to
dissuade me by pulling my head back. She pulled hard but I got
the top over her belt. She punched down on my shoulder in
frustration and tried to back away from me. I had not let go of
her top and she realized she was stripping it off. She tried to
move forward but I put my feet on her hips like she had to push
me off. She struggled to keep the top on as I pulled on it. I
heard her sigh when she gave up and raised her arms so I could
take it off. She escaped backwards leaving it in my hands. I
smiled at her.
	She glared angrily at me. It was false anger and the smile
immediately after let me know that.
	The inevitable charge came.
	Megan used her charges to let me know she wanted more. When we
made the wrestling/grappling a bigger part of our time together,
I always stopped to ask if she was okay or if she wanted what was
happening. She had come up with the charge into the face of
hopelessness to prevent me from opening my mouth at key moments.
I was bigger and heavier so I set and she bounced off of me. I
could feel her pleasure as it took a second for her to regain her
balance after the contact.
	I moved to take the sports bra off. She went down as I put my
hands on her. She knew what I wanted and tried to stop me again.
Taking it off included a lot of rolling around, getting on top of
each other, and her attempting to tickle me or stroke me out of
my goal. None of it worked, although there was a long moment in
her mouth that she came close sucking me into submission.
	I finally got her bra off.
	I rested my weight on top of her and grabbed her hair again. She
was writhing underneath me and I was quickly losing focus. I
kissed her hard and she scratched my back in reaction to my lips
on her. We opened our mouths and our tongues collided. I liked
the taste of Megan; I liked the smell of her; I liked the feel of
her against my skin.
	We broke the kiss and separated.
	It was time for my fun.
	Or maybe her fun.
	I always played with Megan; letting her resistance have more
effect than it really could. Neither of us was in the mood for
that any longer. I moved fast and she gasped in surprise. She
wrestled against me and I let her mount me. She realized the
mistake and tried to stand. I slid downwards and tripped her. She
landed with her knees on my chest. She tried to crawl over my
head but I wrapped my arms around her thighs. She moved to stand
up which only let me switch my left arm so that it wrapped from
behind her. I forced her thighs apart and pulled her down. She
leaned down putting her arms on the mat over my head.
	I licked her clit.
	She screamed in protest and tried to pull away hard. There was
no give in my arms and I licked into the entrance of her body.
She attempted a sideways roll but I bit her inner thigh. The feel
of my teeth froze her movement. I licked her from the bottom of
her pussy to her clit. I took her sensitive core into my mouth
and sucked on it hard. She tried rolling to the other side so I
bit that inner thigh. It froze her again. She settled her weight
on my face trying to suffocate me but it let my tongue contact
harder on her pussy. She rested there for a couple of minutes as
her body's excitement climbed.
	I turned my body and Megan rolled onto her back. I kept a tight
grip on her legs and the small struggle she put up before she
settled in proved my wariness correct. I rolled her hips upward
and licked her pussylips.
	Megan tasted sweet and tangy.
	I feasted on her flavor as I felt her getting closer and closer
to her second orgasm. Megan rarely came from my oral attentions
but when her body wanted it I gave everything I could. I
concentrated on her clit; sets of long, hard strokes followed by
quick ones. She reacted in protest to the quick ones but I knew
their light touches teased her a little closer to the edge.
	She pushed at me with her legs as the orgasm began to overtake
her. I pulled up on my grip around her thighs taking her leverage
away. She was almost standing on her head but she could not break
the contact. I took her clit into my mouth. I sucked it while
licking it hard and fast with my tongue.
	She made inarticulate noises that culminated in a scream.
	I rested her hips back on the mat and gentled my attention on
her pussy. I only used my tongue to cradle her fall from
pleasure. I felt her relax and put my hand on her stomach. I
moved my face up and kissed her belly button.
	Megan felt her orgasms on a deep physical level so I had to be
careful not to push her too hard. I massaged her stomach muscles
with my hands willing her body to let me continue. I sat up and
crawled back away from her. She rested on her back.
	There were a couple of ways things could go from here but Megan
always gave me a signal. It could be a gentle taking, a
struggling fuck or my favorite.
	She got up on her knees. She stretched her neck to the side and
played with the ends of her belt. She looked at me through her
eyelashes and smiled sex.
	I smiled back knowing it was going to be my favorite.
	It was the last thought I had for a long time. I stood up and
walked towards her. She stood up and tried to dodge around me
again. I slid to my knees and grabbed the end of her belt. She
held on to it and tried to pull it out of my grasp. I dragged her
down with my grip and she tried to get up. I grabbed her leg
preventing it. She turned on her stomach and started to crawl
away. I used my grip on her leg to pull her backwards until I
could grab the belt at her waist. I pulled her back hard and
straddled the back of her thighs.
	She raised her hips and pushed against me. My hard cock touched
her ass and I leaned down to harden the contact. She wriggled,
half to get away but more to rub her ass against me. I reach a
hand underneath her and pulled the knot of her belt to the small
of her back. She tried to fight me but I was no longer paying
attention to her struggles. She pushed up with her arms. I put my
hand in between her shoulder blades and put my weight on her. It
was only enough to combat her pressure. She grunted as she tried
to push up.
	I could have silenced her protest and struggles by pulling my
hips and fucking into her but that would have ended it too soon.
	For both of us.
	She flattened onto her stomach and chest in momentary
submission. She was breathing hard and no small part of that was
excitement. I untied her belt and retied it in a practiced knot.
She got some energy back and pushed her hips up. This time she
was trying to tempt me into finishing it quickly.
	I wanted to.
	God, I fucking wanted to.
	I ignored my prayer and grabbed her wrist. She knew what was
coming and she defied me by pulling it away. I put more of my
weight on top of her, brought my other arm around and put that
hand on the inside of her elbow. I applied pressure and it bent
her arm.
	She fought me hard again. I pushed her hair out of the way and
bit her neck. She pushed her ass up against my dick and rubbed
herself on me in reaction.
	I pushed up and bent her arm behind her back. I had the belt
looped once around her forearm before she recovered. She pushed
up, creating a little space, and pulled away from me. I settled
my hips downward and pumped them at her.
	The head of my dick penetrated into Megan.
	She pushed back trying to seat me deeper. I looped the belt
around her forearm a couple of times while preventing her from
getting any more depth.
	I pumped my hips at her again when her forearm was completely
trapped. She settled her hips on the mat and I took as much of
her pussy as I could. She did not fight me when I grabbed her
other arm. I pulled out of her and she let out a small whimper of
want. I looped her forearm as fast as I could. She had just begun
to test her bonds when I tied the two ends of the belt together.
	It was not lockdown bondage. Enough movement would free her but
that made it even more enjoyable for both of us. I moved down her
body kissing the small of her back and her asscheeks. She started
the series of struggles that would end in her liberation but I
had time now. I bit, nibbled, kissed, licked the expanse of each
asscheek to my heart's content. She wriggled as her body tried to
decide between continuing her struggles to free herself or
enjoying my touches.
	I could not hold out any longer.
	I needed to be inside Megan again.
	I got up on my knees and grabbed the knot above her wrists. I
pulled up on it and her ass came up. I moved forward with my dick
in my hand. I placed myself carefully but the first touch of my
dick on her wetness was too much. I thrust into her hard while
pulling her back with her bonds.
	I wanted her ass.
	It always ended that way during my favorite.
	I just could not pull out of her.
	I pushed one of her legs up by bending her knee with my own. I
grabbed her hips and pulled back. I thrust into her. I was so
hard it felt like my cock was vibrating inside of her pussy. The
power in the thrust surprised her and she gasped. My need was
coming off my body in a heat wave she had to be able to feel. She
grunted as her body tried to absorb my next mad thrust.
	I lost all control; I wanted to fuck Megan and cum deep inside
her pussy.
	My hands gripped her flesh tightly. She pushed her hips back as
she got caught up in the maelstrom of my want. I pulled back and
thrust into her. At depth, she pushed back against my hips to
seat me deeper. She screamed frustration and fought her ties
harder than ever before. She was free in moments and her hands
moved to grab her asscheeks. She spread herself and pushed up
with her hips. I pulled back and thrust madly in and out of her.
	She tried to match my rhythm but our reach for pleasure allowed
no coordination. I reached down grabbed her thigh and put my arm
underneath it. I lifted her leg and she half-turned her body. I
pulled back and fucked her powerfully. The change in position
gave me the smallest amount of control that allowed her body to
catch up with me.
	I used my grip on her to add pull to the thrusts of my hips. I
could not see; I could not hear her sounds of pleasure even as
they registered at a deeper level than my senses.
	I felt her body squeeze me and I thrust harder than I thought
possible, as far into her as my dick could reach. She pushed her
hips back and somehow wedged me deeper inside her.
	I was the one that screamed in a roar of something animal as my
body exploded into her. In between the first and second shots of
cum into her, Megan's nails dug into my hip hard. I could feel
them cutting my flesh but I was too caught up in the physical joy
of Megan being my pleasure. Her body squeezed me drawing out a
third shot of myself into her body. I collapsed on top of her,
physically unable to keep myself up any longer.
	We lay like that enjoying the heat we were still producing.
Minutes later, I slipped off to lay behind her. She separated
herself from me and turned around. She touched my face and kissed
my lips. She pulled away from me: her brow furrowed and her eyes
turned demanding.
	"Who said you could skip that whole in my butt thing?" she asked
seriously.
	I laughed; she rested her head on my chest and laughed with me.

					-----

	The shower in the master's office was large enough for two.
There was a bench, which felt good to sit on while the hot water
steamed the room.
	Megan usually left after a quick cleanup but this time she
pulled me into the shower. We were both amped from the sexual
action and as complete as the orgasms had been; the change in
menu left it somewhat undone.
	She took her time washing me and I had to hold on to the wall as
her hands gently touched every part of me. She guided me into the
water stream and I felt the heat of the water reach deep inside
me. I turned around and she handed the bar of soap to me.
	I took as much time as I could.
	Our encounters were so formal we had never taken the time to let
me learn every corner and curve of her body. She was well-soaped
and excited when I switched our places for her to rinse off. I
watched as the water played down her body and through her long
auburn hair. Led by my dick, I moved closer to her.
	I felt myself touch her and slide down between her buttcheeks. I
put an arm around her waist. She dropped her head back on to my
shoulder. I kissed her neck; I got harder against her skin and it
pushed up against her ass. She turned in my arms, smiled, kissed
my chin, and slid down my body.
	The slide ended with her taking my cock deep in her mouth. I
thought I had been hard but my body proved me wrong by adding
more tumescence to my length.
	I looked down and was drowned.
	Her face was calm amidst the joy of sensation. Her eyes were
closed against the spray of water as it fell on her face and my
hips. I put my hand on the wall as I watched her hand move down
her body to hide below her pubic curls. I felt the first contact
with clit through her. She groaned in pleasure and stroked me
almost out of her mouth. Her eyes opened to a blind stare as she
took me back inside her.
	She was lost to the feel and taste of my water sweetened cock as
she moved it in and out of her mouth. She was swimming in the
touch of her fingers as she pulled both us into an orgasmic
swirl. I spread my legs a little wider and grabbed my hair with
my hands. She dug me deeper into her mouth and I felt the
pressure of her throat as she tried to bury me in her body from
this end. I pulled at my hair trying to regain a modicum of
control; all I could manage was enough to stop myself from
grabbing fistfuls of her hair so I could fuck remorselessly in
and out of her mouth.
	Those minutes I tried to hold myself back were the longest of my
life. Megan kept moving me higher and higher/closer and closer to
the natural precipice of lust. Her motion was constant but her
tongue moved differently with each stroke. She caressed a
different part of me as she fucked me with her mouth.
	I was on the edge of sexual violence when she took me in deep
and then deeper as her fingers got her there too. My eyes turned
as blind as hers. The orgasm felt like it began in my hair, moved
down to make me lightheaded, farther down to open my mouth so I
could gasp out the pleasure, further on to my chest where an itch
followed the path of my nerves, down my stomach making every
muscle quiver and guide the flow ever downwards, and finally to
my dick where it found release. My balls tightened against me and
cum flowed through my cock thickening it. She groaned as I joined
her in orgasm. I shot into her and she pushed herself hard
against me.
	I could not stop myself from grabbing her hair and bending over
her head. I tried to escape her mouth and tongue as my dick
pleaded to flee the feel of Megan around us. I pulled back but
she followed. I stumbled onto the bench and she put her hands on
my stomach to keep her access to me continuing to torture me with
her touch. I growled as I stopped fighting her and pushed my hips
into her.
	I felt her pleasure at my surrender.
						
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	I stood in the doorway waiting for Megan. I changed quickly but
she had to run downstairs to dress. I thought about Sharon's
words before she left. I wanted more with Megan but...
	Megan stopped on her way out the door and touched my face. I
could not see her eyes in the darkness but her smile was clear.
She walked to her car and looked for everything like what she
was, a happy co-ed.
	I locked the door and walked to my car. We were parked by each
other and I watched her start the car before I opened my door.
	I slammed my door and moved to her window. She was playing with
her radio; she placed a curl behind her ear with a finger. I
wanted to do that for her, every time I saw that curl slip free
in class. I knocked on the window. She startled and looked
surprised. The glass rolled down and I bent to be closer to her.
She had a questioning smile but there was something pleased in
her eyes.
	"Would you like to go get something to eat?" I asked her.

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