My Megan ch. 1-8 (mf nc reluc oral anal blackmail)
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.

Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the disclaimer 
and author's name remain intact and unaltered.


Feedback is welcome: foxbat00@gmail.com

This story starts out fairly rough, but is at heart a love story.




Chapter 1:  Work Program


	The only way to begin a story like this one is to begin at the beginning.  
My name is William, and I am a senior (or Sixth Former, as they say) at a 
private New England boarding school, although I happen to be a day student.  
I get fairly good grades, play soccer and lacrosse, and am editor in chief 
of the school newspaper.  School takes up nearly all my time, between 
studies, sports and my activities, leaving me with little time for a social 
life.
	Before you decide that I am a pathetic nerd, let me remind you that finding 
relationships in a small school where everyone knows everyone else and their 
history and problems can be a difficult thing.  The phenomenon of the 
"hook-up" has arisen to deal with this problem.  Relationships based more 
upon physical need than anything else are common, and the social scene is 
more tangled than most rural hill billy areas.
	Enough about me, though.  This entire part of my life began one afternoon 
as I was walking through the science wing of the school, trying to find one 
of my physics teachers to ask about a recent quiz.  In the small amount of 
time between the end of classes and the beginning of sports, most students 
have a so-called work program, a chore to do like vacuuming, or emptying 
trash, which is part of the private school philosophy to teach 
responsibility. Holding my position in the newspaper exempt me, however, 
from such a lowly activity.  Unfortunately, it didn't exempt Megan.
	I absentmindedly walked into my teacher's class room, expecting to see my 
teacher at her desk.  Instead, a young freshman I had seen around but never 
talked to jumped up letting a sheaf of papers fall back to the teacher's 
desk.  Megan had dirty blond hair, had a swimmer's build, and had been 
digging through the open files now in disarray on the teacher's desk.
	Under normal circumstances, my friends wouldn't describe me as a naturally 
nice and thoughtful person, but they wouldn't characterize me as mean 
spirited or sadistic either.  However, this one afternoon, I had had a long 
day, and wasn't in the mood to play games.  I was also horny as hell.
	I think it was the horniness that did it, but I'm not really sure.  It 
might have been the feeling of teenaged sexual frustration which any male 
past the age of 15 can empathize with.  Whatever it was, it took control of 
my mouth.
	When I entered the room, Megan's look of guilt removed any questions as to 
what she had been doing.  I heard myself shout at her, "what the fuck do you 
think you are doing?"
	She barely managed to stammer back that she was looking for something.  
Barely had the last words escaped her mouth when I slammed my fist down on 
the desk in a fit of put-on rage.  "Looking for what?  Looking for a test?  
Looking to cheat?  I know exactly what you are doing, so don't lie to me.  
Do you know what this means for your career here?  Cheating is grounds for 
expulsion."
	Megan's face turned white with the last word.  The last thing the parents 
of a nice day-student girl would want to here is how their daughter had been 
expelled for cheating.  Megan knew this too, and she stood there, mouth open 
slightly, hands limply holding a manila folder which dropped back down to 
the desk.  The noise it made brought her sharply back to reality, and she 
began to plead with me.
	Her words ran together, tears welled up in her eyes, and all I could hear 
was the phrase, "anything you want."
	There are a few words which are guaranteed to get the attention of any 
high-school boy, and that is one of them.  This was exciting - I felt a rush 
of power and adrenaline go straight to my head.  My voice sneered at her.  
"Anything?  Do you really mean that?"
	She was on the verge of a nervous break-down.  All I had to do to was write 
a slip of paper to a dean - my word against hers - a Sixth Former (with a 
perfect record, who knew most of the faculty), against a new freshman - it 
wouldn't be close.
	Megan looked up at me through tear stained eyes, and croaked out the word 
"anything."
	Music to my ears.  I looked at her, and told her to return to the physics 
classroom after dinner.  She began to tell me she couldn't, that she had to 
be home for dinner in a rush of fear and anxiety, but I cut her off:  "All 
it takes is a report from me, and you are history.  Be here."  I stalked 
off, leaving her to dissolve onto the floor in fits of sobbing and pleading.


Chapter 2:  Dessert


	Soccer practice seemed to drag on forever.  All I could think about was the 
little blond freshman who would be waiting for me in that physics classroom. 
  After practice, I showered and changed as quickly as I could so I could 
get to dinner.
	I decided to eat slowly though.  I was sitting with a group of my friends, 
and the conversation was good.  I spotted Megan on the opposite side of the 
cafeteria, eating with a bunch of other freshmen.  She had cleaned herself 
up remarkably well, leaving no sign of the tears that had marred her pretty 
face only hours ago.  That said, she just staring into her food with a blank 
expression instead of talking, or interacting with the rest of her table.
	My eyes returned to my table when someone asked me to pass the napkins, but 
my mind lingered on Megan.
	After I was done with dinner, and had cleared my tray, I looked across the 
cafeteria directly at Megan.  She must have felt my glare, because she 
looked up and back at me for a moment, before dropping her gaze submissively 
to her food.  I walked out of the dining hall, barely able to suppress the 
bounce in my step from my anticipation.
	The night was cool, but not freezing as I walked to the academic building.  
I paused part of the way there to collect myself.  Thoughts of caution began 
to flood my mind, but I quickly brushed them aside with thoughts of what I 
would do with my new toy.
	I continued walking, entered the building, and traced my steps back to the 
science wing.  I found the classroom, and let my self in, turning on the 
light as I walked in.  I proceeded to the back of the classroom, and sat 
down on one of the lab tables.  I sat in silence for about two more minutes 
before I heard the door click and a very scared Megan walked in.
	She managed to look at me for 3 seconds before looking at the ground in 
front of her.  With one hand still on the door, she opened her mouth, and 
began to deliver a speech she must have composed during dinner with a dead 
tone.  I was beginning to have more control over myself by this point, and 
after a few seconds, I interrupted her with a soft, "no."
	Her false composure faded, and tears started rolling down her cheeks again, 
although she fought sobs in silence.  After a pause, I commanded her to come 
over to me.  She let go of the door handle, and walked across the room.  She 
stopped a few feet in front of me.  Still sitting on the table, I reached 
out and lifted her chin so she was looking into my eyes.
	"I have decided not to write you up, but you have to make it worth my 
while.  I won't say anything about this incident to anyone, but I want you 
to do some favors for me first.  If you say anything about what happens here 
tonight, no one will believe you, and you are toast at this school.  Got 
it?"
	Megan managed to nod dumbly.
	With my own safety guaranteed, my urges began to stir.  "You have convinced 
me, but I think Little Willie still needs to be convinced."
	She looked puzzled for a second, but when I stood up and reached for my 
fly, it all became clear.  She continued to stand and stare as I unzipped 
and pulled out "Little Willie."  Little Willie was actually not little 
(although he wasn't huge either).  He was about normal sized, but for a 
freshman girl raised in the lap of relative luxury, he must have looked 
rather intimidating, because Megan's eyes widened.  Still only half erect, I 
began to stroke my cock slowly, as Megan continued to stare.
	I placed my free hand on her head, and put pressure on it, forcing her down 
to her knees. She looked up at me and stammered, "I... I... I have never done 
this before."
	I looked from Willie to her, and back again.  "Don't worry," I said gently, 
"it won't bite you.  You can touch it, you know.  That's the idea here."
	Looking as if she were about to touch a snake, Megan reached out and 
touched my cock softly at first.  I wrapped my hand around hers, and used 
her hand to continue my stroking action as my dick began to get hard.
	"Lick it," I said curtly, as I took my hand off from around hers.  She kept 
stroking me as I had done, and slowly stuck out her tongue.  As her tongue 
slowly touched the end of my dick, I felt delicious sensations of pleasure, 
heightened by the circumstances.  She continued to lick the tip of my dick 
as she stroked it, until I directed her to take it into her mouth.  "Just 
pretend it's a blow pop," I said, as she gingerly began to feed my cock into 
her mouth.
	I looked down at the head of a cute blond freshman bobbing slowly on my 
cock, and I was in heaven.  Although this wasn't the first blow-job I had 
experienced, and although it certainly wasn't the best, it was definitely 
the most exciting.  My eyes were glued to her lips engulfing my now rigid 
cock, and I could feel her beginning to experiment as she moved her tongue 
against the underside of my dick.  As good as this was, I wanted more.
	"Move faster," I commanded her.  Her eyes rolled up in an attempt to look 
at me, but she obediently began to pump faster with her hand and mouth.  My 
hands which had been running through her hair and toying with her bangs, now 
moved to a more controlling position behind her head.  As her pace 
increased, and I felt the orgasm building in me, I applied pressure.
	When I finally climaxed, she was almost choking from the pressure as I 
began to slam my raging hard cock into her warm mouth.  Her eyes went wild 
and I heard her grunt as pulses of my hot cum flooded her mouth.  To her 
credit though, she didn't stop sucking and licking.
	When I was spent, I withdrew my deflating cock from her mouth, stopping 
only to wipe it on the side of her face as I put it back in my pants and 
zipped up my fly.  I could see she was trying to figure out what to do about 
my cum which was still in her mouth, so I told her she could either spit or 
swallow - her choice.  She looked for a place to see it, gave up, gulped and 
swallowed.  I reached down, and lifted her to her feet.  A streak of my 
semen lay across her cheek, and a few strands had dribbled from her lips.  I 
ran my finger over her face, collecting the remainder.  I held it up, and we 
both looked at it for a second before I moved my finger against her lips.  
She opened her mouth, and sucked the cum off my finger and swallowed that 
too.
	We sat in silence for a few seconds, and then I reached out and gave her a 
little hug, the way a master pats a dog after he has performed a good trick. 
  I then walked by her and out of the classroom, leaving her to deal with 
her mixed emotions and the salty taste now stuck in her mouth.


Chapter 3:  Encore


	Days passed after our little encounter, and both of our lives returned to 
normal.  I quickly lost track of Megan under the onslaught of my work and 
activities.  From what little I saw of her in the course of a normal day, it 
seemed that Megan had also returned to her old self, frolicking with her 
freshman friends.
	The thoughts of her which had consumed me that one afternoon more or less 
melted and faded into the background until one night when I was layout my 
latest newspaper.  I had come across a picture of her playing field hockey, 
her eyes focused on the ball, her little tits bouncing and her hair wild in 
the wind.  Suddenly, I felt her lips and tongue on my cock again, and I 
needed to have more of her.  I hesitated for a moment over whether I could 
blackmail her a second time before I brought up my email program and fired 
off a message to her telling her to be in the science wing at the early time 
of 7:00 AM the next morning.  Since classes didn't start until 8, almost no 
one would be around at that hour.
	I was waiting for her, and at 7:05, she walked down the hall, dressed 
nicely in a short black skirt and buttoned blouse.  I just stood there and 
let my eyes roam as she walked down the hall to me.  When she stopped, I 
looked around.  Rather than the risque  setting of the physics classroom, I 
decided that a maintenance closet which had been left over was a safer 
option.  I motioned to her to follow me, and we walked across the hall to 
the closet.
	Once inside, I closed the door most of the way, and looked at her.  Once 
again, she was staring sullenly at the floor.  After a second, she looked up 
at me with her big blue eyes.  I nodded; she understood and dropped to her 
knees.  She waited for me to free Willie, but I motioned for her to do it 
herself.
	Now, I admit that I have a limited experience in this world.  There are a 
lot of places I have not been and a ton of things I have not done.  But I 
would be willing to wager that there are few feelings as tinglingly 
delightful as feeling a young girl's hands reaching in your pants and 
playing with your dick.
	After a little fishing around (I never realized that a fly could be 
confusing), Megan managed to get my dick out.  Before she could go at it 
though, I instructed her to get my nuts out as well.  She complied and 
succeeded in getting both my nuts out of my shorts without pinching them too 
hard.  I put my hand gently on her neck and she took my cock into her mouth 
for the second time.
	Because the shock and fear was less this time, I let myself be a little 
rougher.  I actively sawed my dick in and out as she tried to keep up with 
her hands.  I had to remind her to involve her tongue, but once she did, I 
could feel myself stiffening right away.  I screwed her mouth for close to 
ten minutes in the maintenance closet that day.  I didn't want it to end, 
but eventually, the feeling of her cute little tongue on my dick and her 
small hands wrapped around my member did me in.  I wrapped my hands in her 
hair, ruining her pony tail, and took control.  She was a good sport, and 
kept up as best as she could, but I could tell she wasn't liking it when I 
came deep in the back of her mouth.  She started swallowing, and the feeling 
of her mouth moving against my dick was amazing.  I kept pumping, despite 
the overpowering sensation on my cock.  When I was finally done, I almost 
slumped back against the sink behind me.  She stood up and wiped her face on 
a towel hanging on the wall.
	There was an awkward silence as we stood there.  I reached out and drew her 
to me, giving her a hug, before I left.
	I felt much more energetic that day, and it wasn't long before I was 
planning to have Megan again.



Chapter 4:  Fugue


	I forced myself to capitulate to the practical requirements of our 
schedules, and it was a full week before Megan received the next email with 
a date and time.
	This time, I told her to go to the newsroom.  The newsroom was a unique 
place on campus - it occupied what must have once been an old washroom on 
the fourth floor of one of the old buildings.  Due to the incompetence of 
the faculty advisor, no teacher had set foot in the room in decades.  The 
walls were covered with shelves full of boxes of old issues and where there 
were no shelves, pictures and graffiti covered the walls.  The furniture was 
an eclectic collection of whatever the newstaff had been able to haul off 
over the years.  Various computers, cameras and coffee machines were stacked 
on the tables, along with the paraphernalia necessary to put out a paper.
	Since our paper was only a bi-monthly publication, the newsroom was only in 
use a few nights a month.  And since I was one of the only students with a 
key, it was the perfect place for me to play with my new toy.
	I had to explain how to get there to Megan, who had never heard of the 
place before, nonetheless, she managed to make it there on time.  I was able 
to enjoy her with less risk of being caught and in greater comfort.  The 
newsroom was much better than a maintenance closet.
	When Megan walked in, I was sitting in my over-stuffed old CEO-type chair, 
waiting.  I had Little Willie was standing at full attention, and she wasted 
no time.  Megan's skills had improved greatly since I started coaching her, 
and slamming my cock into her throat had become one of my favorite 
past-times.  With my hands wrapped in her hair, I forced her mouth onto my 
dick as she tried not to choke.  The feeling of her mouth around my cock was 
wonderful, and the feeling of power I had as I manipulated her head on my 
pole was a rush.  I came quickly, but I was charged enough to go for a 
second round.  With a little work, Megan revived Willie and I let her have 
more freedom as I built towards climax for the second time.  This time, the 
sight of her little cute head bobbing up and down was too much.  I reached 
for the digital camera we used to take pictures for the newspaper, and 
snapped a few pictures of her head mounted on my cock.  She noticed, but 
kept going, even though tears began to roll down her cheeks yet again.  She 
sucked, slurped and stroked like a fiend, and swallowed when I came gushing 
into her.  She even cleaned off my limp dick without being told.  After 
adjusting her hair, I pulled her to me.  I looked her in the eye as I drew 
her mouth to me, and kissed her.  I could feel her surprise as I invaded her 
mouth with my tongue.  Our kiss lasted for maybe 30 seconds before I 
withdrew and let her go.
My new blackmail material was sufficient to ensure further cooperation, and 
I what I had planned definitely required cooperation.
	Unfortunately for poor Megan, I began to develop a taste for her.  Our 
encounters took on the form of a weekly appointment.  I don't know what she 
told her mom, but once a week, she would eat dinner at school, and then we 
would sneak up to the newsroom for half an hour of intensive oral sex.  
After each blow-job extravaganza, I would give her a quick hug or another 
exploratory kiss, she would redo her hair, and leave in silence.


Chapter 5:  Familiarization


	As the year wore on, and the days got shorter, Megan spent more time with 
me up in the newsroom.  The lack of sunlight and natural loneliness 
associated with winter made me long for her warm presence more often, and 
she was still under my control enough to obey my summons.
	In time, I found something reassuring in my little trysts with Megan.  I 
had someone who wouldn't walk out on me, a captive audience.
	After one of her better blow-jobs, I stopped her from leaving.  I directed 
her to one of the other chairs.  I could see she was confused - she had 
already gotten me off, what could I possibly want?
	Although I was a little embarrassed, I told her I wanted to talk to her.  
It seemed strange that someone who could touch my dick without the least feeling 
of awkwardness was terrifying to talk with.  Megan asked what I wanted to 
talk about and was rather perplexed when I shrugged and said, "life."
	I asked her how her practice had gone that day, and how her classes were, 
and which teachers she liked.  Although it was like an interrogation at 
first, she eventually began to respond in more than one word answers.  By 
the time I told her she could leave, I felt that I had made a little 
progress.
	From there on out, after getting my rocks off, Megan and I would sit around 
and talk for a while.  I learned all about her little social circle, her 
friends, her love interests, and her thoughts.  It seemed strange to me at 
first, but perfectly reasonable upon retrospection, that the little blond 
girl who sucked me off a few times a week could be interested in other 
freshmen.  Megan began to warm up to me, and I noticed an improvement in her 
oral skills as a result.  We often would talk about whatever was on her 
mind, and we conquered such lofty subjects as god and sex along the way. I 
think in time, she too began value our talks - I was someone who had gone 
through what she was going through at school - someone in whom she could 
confide without having to worry about being socially betrayed.  There was 
always a clear distinction between the first 15 minutes where she was a 
piece of meat whose sole job was to make me orgasm, and the rest of our time 
where we interacted as equals.
	Although I played my own social scene for all it was worth, nothing beat my 
time with Megan in the newsroom.  I could get some of the other girls to go 
down on me, but none on a regular basis, and none were as good as Megan had 
become.
	I began to fantasize, and plot.


Chapter 6:  Escalation


	You wouldn't think it, but even good quality blow-jobs get boring after a 
little while.  I was feeling restless, and I wanted to try something new.
The next time Megan walked into the newsroom for one of our little 
appointments, she had a surprise coming.  She let herself in with the key I 
had now given her, and got down on her knees in front of my chair as always, 
and was reaching for my fly when I stopped her.  She had that wonderful look 
of confusion which had graced her face at all the important moments during 
our time together, and now was no let down.  I told her to take a seat.
"I have made two decisions.  First, I have decided that from now on, I want 
you to get a piece.  Believe it or not, I feel a little bad about using you 
for so long, and I think the best way to fix this is a little reciprocation. 
  I think it might be fun, and you will definitely go for it after you know 
what it feels like.
"Second, I have decided that I want to escalate things.  Given that I 
already use your mouth on every occasion I get, I foresee two possible ways 
to heat things up.  However, since I know you want to remain a virgin, I 
will give you a choice.  Front door, or back door.  You can decide, but I 
will have one of them."
Megan had looked shocked after I revealed my first decision, but her jaw hit 
the floor when her ears received my second decision.  She stared 
uncomprehendingly at me for a minute.
"Front door or back...." Megan echoed, her voice trailing off.  I suspect she 
understood, but couldn't believe that that was what I was telling her.
"Front or back," I snapped, "you can take it where it belongs, or I fuck you 
up the ass.  Sorry to put it so bluntly, but that's the choice."
Megan stuttered a few times, and looked wildly around the room.  Up until 
now, I realized, her responsibilities had been almost mechanical.  Sucking 
my dick had become an activity like any other for her, and required little 
attention or commitment on her part.  Having me go down on her, not to 
mention getting fucked, threw this idea out the window.  No longer could she 
be a detached observer (or think of herself as a forced victim), she was now 
a full blown participant (no pun intended).  I think the idea overwhelmed 
her.
"You can leave now, if you want, but tomorrow the fun starts for both of 
us."
Megan stood up and walked like a zombie out of the room.  I sat there, and 
had to suppress a chuckle.  I had forgotten how naive she really was, and I 
had unknowingly rocked her world, yet again.

Chapter 7:  Firsts


The next day, I was waiting in the newsroom at our regular time.  I had 
stopped by CVS beforehand, and picked up a few supplies which would come in 
handy for our activities, earning an odd look from the clerk who rung me up.
Megan walked in, trying to look as composed as she possibly could.  I just 
sat and waited.  With her hands clasped behind her back, and with her eyes 
flitting around the room, she started to talk, "I....You... You can have me, but 
please let me still be a virgin."  She sighed with relief at having gotten 
her decision out on the table.
"Good.  I don't mean to hurt you, and I will try to make it as pleasurable 
for you as possible, but I won't change my mind, so you can save yourself 
the effort of asking."  I stopped, not knowing how exactly to start doing 
what I had proclaimed would happen.  Megan stood there awkwardly too, 
waiting, I suppose, for me to come take her.
Inspiration hit, and I went over to the main computer.  I kept an extensive 
collection of mp3s on it for late-night music, and I brought up a song with 
nice slow dance beat.  I turned the volume to a comfortable level, and 
walked over to Megan.
Megan was still standing as stiffly as when she walked in.  I looked down at 
her face and slid my arms around her waist.  "Let's dance first... I think we 
both need to loosen up a little before either of us is capable of doing 
anything."  I began to let myself sway to the slow music, and Megan 
gradually began to follow.  She put her arms around my neck, and staring 
straight into my chest, began to dance.  We danced slowly for a few minutes, 
and Megan rested her head against my chest.  I could feel the tension 
draining from her, and I began to feel calmer myself.
	The music tripped over to the next song, another slow drippy love song.  
For a second, I was going to change it, but then I stopped at let myself 
enjoy the feel of a lovely freshman pressed into my body.  I looked down at 
her dirty blond hair, and her head with eyes closed pressed into my chest.  
I could feel her hands around my neck, as we slowly turned to the music, 
oblivious to the outside world.
	I gently moved my hands on her waist, letting the music guide me.  I could 
feel her stir, and I moved my hands in greater and greater sweeps from her 
hips.   I brushed the underside of her breasts, and then gently and slowly 
ran my hands down towards her ass.  She kept her eyes closed, but began to 
respond with light pressure against my hands, as if she wanted me to press 
harder.  As the music climaxed, I ran my hands up to cup her breasts through 
her shirt.
	Believe it or not, I had never felt Megan up before.  She had smallish, but 
firm breasts, and my hands felt natural as I cupped them, and gently rolled 
them against her.  Although I felt her suck her breath in at first, she 
exhaled and relaxed, letting me rub her breasts.  I ran my hands back down, 
and back up again, stopping only one hand at her chest.  The other hand 
traveled up over her shirt to her head, which I tilted back so we were 
looking at each other.  I caressed her cheek, swirling my hand softly 
against her skin, as I brought my head down.  There was an almost electric 
sensation which jolted through me as our lips met.  I paused, my lips 
against hers, before I opened my mouth and invaded hers.  I felt her start, 
the intrusion still surprising her, but I upped my fondling of her left tit 
and pressed her to me, and she began to respond.  Our lips and tongues 
dances in each other's mouths as our kiss grew more passionate and less 
mechanical.
	I would never have thought that a freshman girl could kiss so well, but I 
guess Megan was a born natural.  When we parted for breath, Megan was back 
on me before I could exhale.  I felt her hands moving against my back, and, 
taking this as my cue, ran both my hands back down to her hips and back up 
again, this time under her shirt.  Megan was wearing a bra, and my hands 
traced the bottom curve of her breasts back around her sides to the clasp in 
the back, which seemed to magically give way.  Her bra floated to the ground 
and I moved it out of our way with my foot.  My hands crawled back around to 
the front, and I played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.  
I could feel them stiffening, and I could feel her face flushing against 
mine.
	Reluctant to interrupt the action, I drew her shirt off over her head, 
breaking the kiss only as long as it took for the red t-shirt to pass 
between us.  With her tits free, I carefully mashed them together and rolled 
them around, much to her enjoyment, as I felt her little gasps absorbed in 
our kiss.
	Suddenly, a back corner of my mind realized that something had stopped.  
Before I could realize what, I felt more than heard a new song come on, with 
a rapid dance beat.  Megan adjusted seamlessly, in contrast to my stop and 
start.  Breaking the kiss but not our contact, she lowered her arms until we 
were pressed together but in a better position.  I dropped my hands to her 
hips, and drew her closer and moved her off center, until my leg was 
bouncing and jostling against her crotch as we began to grind.  It was not a 
serious or overtly sexual grind at first (if such a thing is possible), but 
there was definitely contact and stimulation, and I felt Megan bounce and 
jerk against me.
	Feeling inspired by the music, I reached down for another kiss - a 
ravishing animalistic kiss this time, as teeth became involved.  I felt 
Megan moving and the next thing I knew, my shirt was on the floor.  Not 
wanting to be outdone, I ran my hands across her chest, down her stomach, 
and caressed her abdomen before plunging one hand into the dark unknown.
	I felt her nearly buck against me out of surprise and sexual arousal, as my 
hand gently manipulated her most private area.  I withdrew after a second, 
and unzipped her shorts.  When I had freed my other hand, I pushed them down, 
and sent her panties to follow.
	I had her now completely naked, and I wanted to be there too, but I waited. 
  I began to massage on of her ass-cheeks as my other hand returned to her 
crotch.  Megan was definitely aroused, as I could tell by the moisture.  I 
ran my hand through her slit once, and then let her fuzzy mound rest against 
the palm of my hand.  She pressed back and began to rub herself in little 
circles against it, as my fingers danced over her clit and lips.
	 I could feel her jolt each time her clit came into contact with my palm, 
and each time my fingers probed her depths.  Ready to join in, I dropped 
trow, and jettisoned my boxers.
	By this time, the music had ceased to matter to Megan, who was beginning 
her ascent of the mountain known as Orgasm.  After stopping the music with a 
free hand, I spun her around so her back was to me.  My dick was raging hard 
by this time, and I felt it poke between her upper buttocks - although the 
sensation barely penetrated the haze of the building orgasm which covered 
her senses.  With one hand still glued to her tit, I began to manipulate her 
faster with the other hand.  I could her squirming, and approaching the 
summit.  Just as she began to tense up in orgasm, I took my hand away.
	The proverbial music stopped and I felt her hand go shooting for her clit.  
I intercepted it just in time, the mood broke,  and she looked up at me in 
frustration and confusion.
	As an answer, I took her hand, and led her over to one of the cushions we 
kept on the floor.  I lay down on my back, pulling her on top of me.  Before 
she could kiss me again though,
I looked up at her and told her she was riding the wrong way.  Again looking 
deliciously confused, I turned her around and pulled her back down in a 69 
position.  At first she didn't get it - though I was starting her back on her 
journey, I wasn't feeling the love.  A light slap and a few strokes gave her 
the right idea, and she got busy.
	I began to worry that she would seize up in her orgasm and chomp little 
Willie, but she remained gentle.  I ran my tongue around the outside of her 
cunt, before lapping through it.  She tasted sweet and fresh, and I began to 
eat her out vigorously.  I could feel her response to each time my tongue 
hit clit, and, using my hands to hold her open, I shot her the last of the 
way towards orgasm as I locked my mouth around her love button.  With her 
mouth still sealed on my cock, I felt her go still, and then start bucking.  
I had to use my arms to hold her ass down on my face, but she kept going on 
my cock, sucking like a hoover and bucking like a banshee.  I felt myself 
coming, and I started throwing my hips up to meet her as she stroked and 
sucked my dick.  As pulses of my hot cum shot into her waiting mouth, she 
slowly began to come down off of her wild orgasm.
	When Megan had sucked the last dribbles of cum from my cock, and after I 
let my head fall back to the floor, letting go of her clit, I let the wave 
of sexual satisfaction wash over me.
	In that moment, I realized that I now had a problem.  I looked down at my 
rapidly thinning cock, and smiled.  We would see how good a cock-sucker 
Megan really was.  I could feel her still breathing hard when I told her to 
start sucking again.  She obediently lowered her mouth and began to stroke 
life back into my limp member.  After a  minute or two of her attention, I 
was at attention, ready for the next round, though not as raging hard as 
before.
	I indicated to Megan that she could stop, and I reached into my CVS bag 
from where I lay and flipped a small foil packet to Megan.  She looked 
confused until I told her it was a condom.	I sat up on the cushion and 
pulled her across me so she was laying face down in what would be most 
recognizable as a spanking position.  I drew my handy CVS fun bag closer, 
and began to massage her ass cheeks.  It was at this point, when the 
recollection of getting banged up the ass penetrated (no pun intended) the 
haze of sexual satisfaction which had fogged her mind until now.  She tried 
to jerk upright, but my hand in the small of her back forcing her down kept 
the situation from changing.
	"Just relax... it won't hurt nearly as much as you think.  I will be real 
gentle, and if you really don't like it after the first time we can stop," I 
promised.  Looking at me with a mixture of trust and suspicion, Megan nodded 
and lay back down.
	I resumed massaging her ass and fingering her delicate folds, drawing my 
finger through her pussy and back over her ass-crack.  I tried to trail as 
much of her natural juices as I could, and keep her aroused.  However, she 
wasn't quite as soaked as she had been earlier, and I wanted to make sure 
nothing bad happened.  Enter KY jelly.  I put a dollop on my hand, and after 
rubbing it between my fingers, I began to draw little circles around the 
little rose-bud which was her asshole.  I could feel her shiver, as the KY 
was colder than my hands had been, but she didn't make any move to resist.  
I worked round and round, and then slipped my index finger in an inch or so. 
  She stiffened on entry, but then relaxed as I gently moved in and out.  I 
applied more jelly and worked inside her, without going much deeper than an 
inch.  She had relaxed by this point that I gradually pushed my finger in up 
to the knuckle.  I let the jelly coat her insides, and slowly twisted and 
probed as her ass learned to accommodate the foreign object which it now 
found itself hosting.  With my other hand gently stimulating her pussy, I 
could feel her arousal returning.  I decided it was time to move on, so I 
withdrew my hand from her ass, added more jelly, and worked a second finger 
back in with the first.  Again, it took her a minute to relax and 
accommodate the second finger, but it wasn't long before she was enjoying 
that too.
	After five minutes of ass play, I decided it was time to go for it.  I gave 
her ass a pat, and had her get up and face me.  I showed her how to tear the 
foil, and roll the condom down over my prick, which was again begging to 
lose interest.  With the condom in place, and after a few reviving slurps 
from her, I applied some KY and decided we were ready.
	I instructed her to get on her hands and knees, and told her to just relax. 
  I moved behind her on my knees, and placed my hands on her hips, pulling 
her cute little ass back towards my rubber coated dick.  She jerked forward 
when the tip of my dong touched her asshole, but I kept pulling her back.  I 
slowly pushed the head of my dick just inside her sphincter, as she moaned 
and tried to clamp down and expel me.  With hesitation, I felt her let go, 
and I pushed another inch inside her.  Again she seized up.
	I reached down and began to play with the folds of her pussy hanging below 
her impaled ass.  I spread her lips, and stuck my thumb as far as it would 
go into her vagina, while using my two fingers to stimulate her clit.  I 
felt her respond, and, without stopping, I used my other hand to draw her 
hand back.  I pressed her hand into her burning genitals, letting her take 
over and freeing my hands.
	With both hands free, I shifted my angle so I was no longer on my knees, 
and I moved both of my legs around and under her inside her legs, gently 
pulling them apart with pressure from my shins.  I was on my feet, but 
hunched over so my cock could be in her ass and my face not far from hers at 
the same time.  I leaned forward, as much as I could and turned her head 
back to go for a kiss.
	With one hand on her hips, and one hand on the back of her head, I waited 
for our lips to lock.  When they did, I slammed my cock forward into her 
unsuspecting ass, swallowing her scream into our kiss.  I took my hand from 
her head, and without waiting for her to adjust, I began giving it to her.
	I pulled my cock almost out, leaving only the head inside, and shoved 
myself back in forcefully.  Instead of a scream, I got a loud moan, but our 
kiss muffled that.  I broke the kiss, and began to fuck her, slowly pulling 
my cock out on each out-thrust, and then ramming home on each in-thrust, 
feeling her tight ass gripping my cock the whole way.  Although at first she 
tried to squirm forward out of my way, I kept her in place.  Her tits 
jounced with each thrust, and I reached forward to fondle her as I kept 
stuffing her to the max with each thrust.  The whole time, her hand was 
buried in her own muff, frigging away.
	I had never had anal sex before, but it was great.  The difference was 
greater than that between a good blowjob and Mr. Palm.  Her entire ass was 
holding onto my cock, and I felt like I could feel her entire being through 
the tissue which was parted by my organ.
	I began to think it was a good thing she had gotten my off earlier, because 
I would have cum the minute I got inside otherwise.  With my endurance 
however, I kept slamming away, letting my balls swing forward to smack with 
a wet noise against her pussy and hand which was busy working away.
	Suddenly, I felt her ass get even tighter and her hands go into even faster 
motion as she orgasmed.  The spasming of her ass around my cock was enough 
to push me over the edge too, and I let loose with another stream of cum, as 
I pounded my bitch for all she was worth.
	Even after the white love juice stopped flowing, her ass kept pumping, 
giving me almost more stimulation than I could handle.  My legs went weak, 
and I plunged down into her as I fell on top of her.  She gave way too, and 
we wound up on the cushion on our bellies, me still on top of her, and my 
cock still embedded in her ass.  After a few more minutes of blissfullly 
lying together, I reached down and withdrew, watching as her asshole take a 
second to realize its new friend was gone and to close to its normal size 
from the gaping opening which it had been.
	I stripped the condom off, tossing it in the trash, and pulled Megan up to 
me.  We kissed, but unlike our other kisses, this was a kiss of passion 
fulfilled and there was a tenderness and a trust which wasn't there before.
	I moved the now passive Megan onto my lap, and turned her chin to me so I 
could look in her eyes.
	"Did you like it?" I asked.
	"Mmmmm" she replied, with a smile and sparkle in her eyes.


Chapter 8:  Variety is the Spice of Life


	The change which had come over Megan was remarkable.  I didn't see her for 
two weeks, because she had a class trip during our usual day, but from 
watching her at lunch and seeing her in the halls, it was clear that 
something had changed.  There was an excitement and animation about her, 
whereas she had been much more sullen and passive before.  The change was 
almost marked enough that I worry about people asking questions.
	Two weeks to the day after her choice and subsequent discovery of the 
wonderful world of anal sex, Megan was waiting for me when I let myself into 
the newsroom.  I sensed a nervous tension to her, and the exuberant hug I 
got from her as I was trying to get my key out of the lock confirmed it.
	As soon as my key was free and I had dropped my pack, I turned to Megan, 
drawing her to me with an arm around her waist.  We kissed, a quick ravenous 
kiss, and got right down to business.  I shucked off my shirt, and rolled 
her top over her breasts.  She was not wearing a bra.  We kissed again, and 
I pushed her back against the desk, lifting her so her ass was perched on 
its edge.  I reached up and fondled her tits, rolling her nipples again as 
we kissed.
	Breaking the kiss, I reached down and hiked her short skirt up high enough 
to give me access her pussy.  Her panties dropped unceremoniously to the 
floor seconds later, and I buried my face in her sweet honeypot.  I felt her 
hands on the back of my head, and I lapped and nuzzled and slurped.  She had 
already been wet when I arrived on the scene, but was soaking now.  She was 
beginning to thrust her hips back at me, and I took that as the signal to 
move into high gear.  Using my teeth to gently hold her clit in my mouth, I 
lashed my tongue across it.  The effect was immediate, as she started 
moaning and bucking under me.
	She rode the climax for another minute before slumping back across the desk 
with eyes closed.  I let go, dropped by pants, and whipped out Little Willie 
who was feeling left out.  A few strokes and a condom later, we were ready 
to go.  Megan was just beginning to recover from her first orgasm of the 
day, as I applied the lube and lined her up.  Once again, I think I caught 
her by surprise as I slowly rammed my dick into her unprepared and 
unsuspecting arse.
	I thought she was going to jump clear off the desk at first, but then she 
relaxed as I slowly and inexorably pushed the rest of my cock into her.  
Once again, it was a heavenly feeling to have cute teenage ass surrounding 
and squeezing my cock.  I withdrew as she moaned and I felt her ass 
twitching as it struggled to accommodate the visitor with which it was 
quickly becoming familiar.
With her legs wrapped around my back, I drove my cock into and out of her 
repeatedly, establishing a rhythm, as she rocked back and forth on the desk. 
  I reached down and spread her pussy lips, letting my fingers dance around 
her clit to keep her interested.  Before long, she caught on, and started 
beating the beaver while I was drilling her so I could use both my hands to 
pull her cute ass onto my rock hard dick.
I managed to keep going, as she climaxed again.  I reached down and pulled 
her upright, and then, hugging her to me, I lifted her off the table so I 
could stand freely.  My cock was still buried up her ass, my hands holding 
her ass cheeks apart, and her hands were around my neck supporting her 
weight.  Carrying her, I moved towards the door, pinning her between me and 
the door as I drew my dong out and rammed it home again.  I began thrusting, 
mashing her into the door as I drilled her over and over.  I could feel her 
hot ass gripping my cock as I screwed her.  We kissed, and I felt orgasm 
approaching as I continued to skewer her. I shot my load of cum, and slowly 
put her down, letting her climb off my now flaccid dick.
I lost the condom, and sat down.  She walked over to me (walking like she 
had just had the ride of her life) and sat on my lap facing me.  She leaned 
forward, and kissed me tenderly, before snuggling up against my chest.
They say women always want cuddle time after sex, and Megan was no exception 
- she lay there, rubbing her face against my chest, and softly cooing.  I 
put my arms around her, and hugged her to me, letting the last twinges of 
post-orgasmic glow run through my nerves.



More to come....
