	My Megan Part 3 (Ch9-14) (Mf cons anal shave) by Foxbat



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	My Megan Part 3 (Ch9-14) (Mf cons anal shave) by Foxbat




	Chapter 11:  Desire

	Megan was kneeling on the floor, leisurely cleaning off my cock with
a paper towel soaked in hot water.  After wiping most of the lube and
shit off, she tossed the crumbled wad into the trash and continued the job 
with her cute little tongue.  I leaned back in my chair, simultaneously
enjoying the sight of her cute blond head bobbing up and down in my lap
the feeling of her warm mouth and tongue on my cock as I basked in
post-orgasmic glow.  My eyes were beginning to roll back into my head as
the sleepy feeling began to take over, when I was abruptly brought back
to consciousness.

	"So are you going to the Winter Formal?" asked Megan, still kneeling
between my legs.  I could tell she'd been thinking about this, and I
have to admit that it had occurred to me also.

	"Maybe.  I don't know yet," I replied neutrally.  She continued to
look up at me with an expression of intense concentration.  I could see
her contemplating the next move.  She decided to take it.

	"Who are you going with?"

	I had hoped to avoid this, or really just sort of hoped that it
wouldn't come up.  Truth be told, I didn't exactly have anyone one in
mind as a date, although that's not to say that I couldn't get any one
of maybe 10 girls to go with me, just as friends.  In years past, that's
usually what wound up happening.  The problem was that the rest of the
school had no idea that anything was going on between Meagan and I, and
taking her to the Formal would be completely out of the blue.  People
would ask questions, make comments, and, although far worse things could
happen, going public like that would not make life easy.  I also could
have told you that Megan was beginning to get attached to me in ways
stronger than my initial blackmail of her required.

	In recent weeks, she'd become a more-than-equal participant in our
little escapades, often getting quite loud when she really got into it. 
I could tell that the wide world of sex was intensely fascinating to
her, as territory previously forbidden and unknown, and with a faithful
guide, her appetite seemed almost endless.  However, even given that, I
suspected that there was an element of romantic interest between us -
that she was beginning to see me as more a boyfriend than a sex-games
partner.  I suppose in some ways, the relationship had gotten there on
its own.  We often would talk about anything and everything after our
romps, and it felt good to hold someone, and have someone hold on to me.

	So in retrospect, I suppose it was inevitable that Megan should want
me to take her to this dance, and, if that meant coming out about us,
then so be it.

	"I don't have a date yet.  I was hoping someone would pop up," I
answered, no hint that I knew where this was headed in my voice.  Megan
stood up, her pert breasts pointing out from her chest in the cooler
air, and jumped playfully into my lap.

	"Look who just popped up!"  she said, smiling.  Gently putting her
down, I stood up and turned to her.  I reached out my hand, gently
caressing her still damp mound.  Gently rubbing her in all the right
places, I leaned in close and whispered formally into her ear.  "My
gorgeous dear, I was hoping that I might have the extreme pleasure," I
pushed my thumb up her vagina, to the accompaniment of an "ooomph" of
pleasure and surprise from her, "of having your charming self at my side
during the upcoming dance in the capacity of my date."

	My thumb still wedged in her twat, Megan nodded and flashed an
ear-to-ear grin, hugging me around the neck, as I tried to disentangle
my arm from between us.



	Chapter 12:  Preparation

	I waited in the newsroom for Megan's arrival.  I'd sent her an email
telling her she needed to show up at 3pm "to get ready for the big
night."  I figured she probably thought I just wanted to boink her once
before the night started, but I had something completely different in
mind.

	I'd spent the last hour preparing things, and I was just examining
my handiwork when I heard Megan tapping at the door.  I let her in, and
she looked around.  I'd moved one of the tables to the center of the
room, and covered it in towels.  There were several buckets of hot water
on the floor, as well as a few smaller towels covering my toys.  I could
tell that she was pretty confused by the lovely look on her face as I
told her to strip.  I was beginning to miss the wonderful looks she'd
given me when we first got started with this grand experiment.

	After she was naked, I had her lie on her back on the table, while I
tucked one of the towels I'd soaked in one of the buckets around her
crotch, letting the hot water soak her for a few minutes.  Megan asked
me what was going to happen, but I said nothing.

	I reached down, and removed the towel from her crotch, seeing her
blond pussy hair was nice and wet.  I dropped the towel back into the
bucket and moved the bucket under where her legs hung off the table. 
Then, with the flourish  of a showman, I yanked the towel off the
afternoon's first activity.

	Megan's eyes widened.  Under the towel was a mug with a small white
disc at the botton and a porcelain brush sticking out of it.  Next to
that was my straight razor.  It must have looked an awfully lot like a
knife to her, I realized, as she started quivering on the table.

	Let me take a minute and explain the straight razor thing.  Any guy
who's ever been shaved with one knows how incredible it feels - it's not
just a shave, it's a sensual experience and a ritual.  The soaking,
lathering and then the shaving itself is like a massage, and the final
product is just amazing.  Don't get me wrong - I use an electric razor
on my self on a regular basis, but for special occasions, I go with the
straight razor.

	This particular one had belonged to my great grand-daddy, and it was
made from some of the finest steel with a handle hand made from ivory. 
I kept it in a special box at home, and used it only on the most special
of occasions.  I figured this would be one of those `occasions.

	I picked up the razor, and it glinted in the light as I inspected
the blade.  I'd sharpened it beforehand, and it was perfect.  I placed
it next to the terrified mass of flesh that was my girl.  I then picked
up the mug, and, dipping the brush in the hot water, worked up a lather
in the mug, which I then transferred to the top area of the inverted
triangle of her pubic hair.  As the razor approached her precious
genitals, Megan squeezed her eyes shut in terror, holding rock still
with a white knuckled grip on the edges of the table.  Very gently, I
began to shave the top of her V with short scraping strokes, stopping
every few strokes to rinse, and restore the edge.  After maybe a minute,
Megan pried open one eye to watch what was going on, although she
retained her death-grasp on the table.  When I had shave most of the top
area of her pubes, I lay down the razor.  Prodding her rear gently, I
made her let go of the table and get up on her hands and knees.  With
her face pressed into the towels and her ass proudly stuck upwards into
the air, I tapped her knees, indicating that she should spread herself
widely.  I then lathered up the rest of her pussy, and continued my
shaving.  I gently pulled each pussy lip outward as I scraped the lather
and hair off, leaving only smooth soft tender cunt flesh behind.  I
continued to work upwards, until I had carefully removed the hair from
around her winking pink bud of an anus.  I looked down with pride on her
denuded slit as I rubbed a lotion into her tender folds to prevent
ingrown hair and hives.  The skin was soft as a baby's and delightfully
pink, and I must admit to taking longer than strictly necessary to
ensure that the lotion was fully rubbed in.

	As I put the lotion down, Megan started to get up from her exposed
position on the table, but I gently pushed her back down.

	Part two of the afternoon's preparation was about to commence.

	As much as I love Megan's tight little ass, her shit doesn't share
any of that love.  I had told Megan to make sure she took a shit before
coming in my email (this wasn't unusual, as our anal sex time was best
without my dick having to compete with a turd for ass-space).  Even with
this precaution though, my dick was often pretty icky by the end.  I
knew enough about sex and had seen enough porn to know the solution, and
after a little Ebay shopping, I'd ordered a nice brand new enema.

	I now took the enema, and filled it from one of the buckets of hot
water on the floor.  Again, Megan looked at me without understanding, as
I hooked the bag onto one of the ceiling water pipes.  Applying a dab of
lube to the nozzle, I pushed it into her ass as she bit her lip.  The
metal nozzle was cold, but, as I turned the valve and hot water rushed
into her ass, I could see other things occupy her attention.  When I
thought I'd filled her about as full as I could get her, I shut the
valve.  "Lets not have an accident up here - that'd be hard to explain,"
I told Megan as I gently yanked the nozzle from her ass.  She
immediately stood up and gingerly climbed down from the table, asscheeks
clenched tightly together against the fluid pressure in her bowels.

	"Where do I go?"  She asked in a tight voice.  I pointed to the dark
room, where I'd put a toilet seat across the high-volume sink.  She did
her best to run into the darkroom without unclenching her ass as I
watched in amusement.

	After several minutes of highly un-ladylike noises, Megan emerged. 
We repeated the procedure, but this time I had her hold it for a few
minutes in her exposed position.  I noticed that her pussy was
glistening this time, and I watched in fascination as her labia swelled
almost imperceptibly with my gentle touch.  I could see the excitement
beginning to build on her face as the attention to her crotch and ass
and the novelty of the enema had their effect on her.

	When I was satisfied that she was completely clean inside and out, I
gave Megan a quick kiss on the lips, before starting to pack things up. 
Megan stood there looking confused and horny.

	"Your hot little box will have to wait for tonight honey," I said,
giving her buttock a gentle squeeze.  "We have to save some fun.  And
don't be cheating by getting started without me."  I gave her another
smile as I moved the table back and walked out of the room.


	Chapter 13:  Daddy

	At precisely 7:30, I knocked twice on the door of 21 Pheasant Lane. 
It was a nice white house in a respectable neighborhood.  Two cars were
parked in the driveway, and mine was at the end of the walk next to the 
side walk.  I was wearing my tux, and trying to look as spiffy as possible
when the door opened.  A man who could only be Megan's father stood in
the doorway, inviting me in.  I stepped in, and shook hands with him,
introducing myself.  Mr. Johnson bade me to have a seat in the living
room, explaining that Megan wasn't quite ready.

	Mr. Johnson was older than I'd expected, already with a good deal of
white hair and a shockingly white large mustache.  He had a military
bearing, and a bone-crushing handshake.  I sat opposite from him on the
couch, letting him control the conversation.

	"So you're taking my daughter to the Winter Formal," he said
pensively.

	"Yes sir," I replied earnestly, trying my best to seem like an
upstanding young man.

	"Where are you going when you leave here?"

	Six inches up her ass, actually, I thought.  "We're headed directly
to the school, sir," I replied.

	"What are you doing there?"

	Do you mean before or after I boff her up the poop-chute?  "We'll
dance, and talk, and socialize."  If 'socialize' is taken to mean 'fuck
like savages for an extended period of time,' then this statement was
completely honest.

	At this point, Mrs. Johnson came in and told her husband to stop
interrogating me.  She was a nice matronly woman who'd done a remarkable
job of keeping her figure against the encroaching forces of old age. 
She smiled sweetly at me and offered me a cookie from a plate she was
holding.  I declined politely, and prayed for Megan to come down and
rescue me.

	The Divine must have heard, since a vision of stunning beauty
appeared on the staircase at about that time.  Megan had done her hair
up, with some sort of sparkly shit in it, and was wearing a simple
sleeveless black dress which showed off her figure admirably and
emphasized her athlete's build.  I blinked a few times, double-checking
that the homely freshman who I'd forced into being my sextoy was capable
of such a feat of attractiveness.

	After kissing Daddy good bye and promising to be home at a
reasonable hour, Megan took my proffered arm and we made our exit.


	Chapter 14:  "Dancing"


	I drove very quickly to school, doing my best to ignore Megan's
hand, which was stroking my raging erection through my trouser leg. 
When we arrived, Megan started walking off in the direction of the
newsroom, but I pulled her back towards the dance.  I wanted to make her
wait.

	We walked in, and everything was decorated in wonderful splendor. 
Megan and I agreed to split up and socialize and then meet back later. 
I made the rounds, chatting with my friends and letting the right people
have an edited version of how I came to be at the dance with Megan.  But
me talking to my friends isn't why you're reading this.

	After a little while, I found Megan and we moved the dance floor.  A
nice slow song came on, and I pulled her to me as we swayed gently to
the music.  Her glittery hair smelled wonderful, and the heat of her
little body pressed to mine was beginning to make me grow a big rubbery
one.  I looked down and could see her cute tits smashed into my chest
through the low top of her dress.  I caressed her firm ass through the
fabric of her dress, as we danced.  I began to examine my feelings
towards the girl whose face was peacefully pressed against my shoulder
in the dark, wondering if I could, or should, let things continue on
this course.  I was graduating in 6 months, and Megan had another 3 and
a half years of high school ahead of her.  I wasn't so sure this
relationship would endure separation well, and I let my mind drift over
the possibilities.

	When the music kicked over to a fast dance beat, I pushed these
thoughts back into their compartment, and started grinding with Megan. 
I was reminded of that first hookup with her, when I'd played the music
to loosen her up.  I held her pelvis against my bumping thigh as I we
gyrated in the crowded anonymous empty dark, surrounded by the music.  I
looked at Megan's pretty face, and she looked back up at me.  I smiled
and we walked together off the dance floor towards the newsroom.

	***

	The door hadn't even finished closing when Megan and I attacked each
other.  My nice tux was quickly shed to the floor as was her dress.  I
pushed her back against the door, ripping off her panties, and knelt
down.  I shoved my face into her sodden pussy and began to administer a
tongue lashing to her clit.  I felt her hands wrapping themselves around
my head guiding my attack on her citadel.  I reached up with my hands to
maul her breasts roughly, as I raked my tongue and lips back and forth
across her freshly shaved pubes.  Bringing my hands back down, I pulled
her labia down and apart as I sawed my tongue across her clit and hood,
as Megan thrashed and gasped above me.

	Standing up, I reached down and picked her up by the buttocks,
raising her upwards like a weight, so that her pussy was in my face and
her legs were locked behind my neck and she was leaning back against the
wall.  I shook my head, pressing my nose into her wet nude cunt,
slurping at the secretions which were beginning to flow from her folds. 
I used my hands to support her ass, but I kneaded her ass-cheeks and
pushed my face deeper into her pussy.

	Her hands tightened in my hair as her moaning crescendoed.  I was
lapping my tongue up and down the length of her cute pink slit now, as
she rode me in the holds of orgasm, now shouting for me not to stop over
and over and over again.

	When her first orgasm had subsided mostly, I lowered her.  She
immediately fished my rock hard prick out of my boxers, and began
polishing it.  I will always cherish the slightly ticklish feeling of
her hands wandering around in my shorts - her cold touch on my dick
seems to make it go from soft to diamond hard in half a second.  I
looked down now and watched Megan's head gyrating on my pole.  I reached
down and held her head, levering my hips so that my cock was moving in
and out of her stationary lips.  I could feel the back of her throat at
the apogee of my thrusts, and I made a mental note to sound her out on
deep-throating.

	When I thought I couldn't possibly go any longer without coming on
the spot, I pulled her head off my cock.  Her saliva dribbled down my
shaft, making a tickling sensation on my nuts.  I pulled her face to
mine as I ran my tongue around the inside of her mouth in a passionate
kiss.  Breaking the kiss, I pulled her by the nipples over the desk, and
pushed her over so she was face down with her hairless ass presented to
me.  I squeezed some lube on my fingers and pushed one slowly up her
dripping hot pussy as I pushed the second one up her tight ass.  I
pistoned my hand in and out of her orifices as my other hand frigged her
clit furiously.  I could feel the rumblings of her next orgasm as she
began to spew an incoherent mixture of dirty words and moans and grunts
at me from up on the table.  I added another finger each to her ass and
pussy, and continued to pump into her.

	When I thought she was pretty much ready to come, I climbed up onto
the table.  Putting my feet on the edge of the table on either side of
her hips, I held onto a brace for a bookshelf which rose up from behind
the desk for support as I squatted and pushed my cock into Megan's
throbbing ready ass.  I moved her hand under her so she could take care
of her own pussy, and then began pounding her.  Holding onto the brace
with both hands, I was able to bang her with the whole weight of my
torso by simply straightening my knees and then relaxing them in a
swinging motion.  Without holding onto the brace, I would have toppled
over backwards, since my feet were on the edge of the desk.

	I slammed my weight forward, propelling my dick fully into Megan's
ass, hearing her grunt as I bottomed out.  I withdrew and started a hard
but regular rhythm, banging her.  With each thrust, my thighs slapped
against her ass with a wet noise and she grunted as I sawed my dick in
and out of her.  It only took maybe 10 strokes for her orgasm which had
been building to erupt, and I pushed myself as far in as I could get and
held on as her ass went wild, trying to expel my penis.  Megan thrashed
and bucked under me, several fingers buried in her pussy pumping in and
out.  I managed to hang on, and when she was beginning to settle, I
resumed my thrusting.  Taking one hand off the brace momentarily, I
hauled her head back by her hair.  Her eyes were squeezed shut as I
slapped my sausage into her, over and over again.  Her breath was coming
in ragged gasps creating the illusion that my cock was alternately
propelling and pushing the breath in and out of the girl pinned under my
invading dick.  I began to feel myself tightening in anticipation of
coming, as I pumped viciously into her with all my strength.  I thrust
inwards, hold my cock in her ass for just a split second before hauling
it back out and thrusting back in to her warm confines.  I let my free
hand go back and pushed her fingers further into her engorged slit,
coating my hand in her juices.  I sawed back and forth in her ass loudly
as Megan's moaning and mumbling turned into shouting.

	I wiped my pussy-juice coated hand across her face as she shouted,
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!"  I ground my cock into her tight anus
as I pushed my fingers still wet with our fluids into her mouth. 
"You're my ass-whore.  Ass-whore!"  I shouted in time with my thrusting.
 "Tell me you're my ass-whore!"

	I could hear her trying to enunciate "ass-whore" around my fingers
as I came hard, sending pulse after hot pulse of my seed into her tight
hot ass.  I pushed myself all the way in, grinding myself into her when
I heard a crash.

	Despite being in the dying throes of orgasm, Megan and I both looked
behind us.  There, standing in the newsroom door, was one of the
teacher's whose apartment was on this floor.  I had assumed they would
all be at the dance chaperoning, but, judging from the bathrobe and
shattered coffee cup on the floor at the door, this one hadn't.  She was
one of the younger newer teachers, maybe only 5 or7 years older than me
herself.  She stood there dumbly in a bathrobe; one hand had
subconsciously drifted to rest lightly above her crotch.

	The scene which greeted her eyes must have been bizarre.  From the
rear, we must have looked like some bizarre totem-pole - Megan was
peaking around looking directly back, as was I, my fingers still pushed
into her mouth.  Megan's legs were straight, and together, and her hand
was buried in her freshly shaved pink slit.  Above that, my cock was
buried in her asshole, my balls hanging down and sitting on the top of
her ass.  I was hunched over, covered in sweat, looking like I was
almost sitting on top of her, my cock splitting open her anus.  The
teacher and we stared at each other for a moment, as I weakly felt the
last blast of jism spurt into Megan's ass.

	Then something really unfortunate happened.  My holding arm was
tired and sweaty and, in post-orgasmic weakness, I lost my grip.  I went
tumbling over backwards, falling off the table, onto the floor in a
heap.  My cock was jerked out of Megan's ass, and I looked up to see her
distended ass-hole gaping open from the abuse it had taken.  I lay there
on the floor for a few seconds watching it in wonder, completely
forgetting the presence of the teacher.  After maybe 5 seconds, the
gaping cavity winked shut, ejecting a good deal of my white sperm, which
trickled down in a small river over Megan's finger-filled cunt to drip
from her clitoral hood down to the floor.

	My attention was brought back to the situation as I heard wild
footsteps down the hall - the teacher had fled.  I looked again at
Megan's cute ass and her shaved pussy as I dropped my head loudly to the
floor, and closed my eyes.



	Definite continuation...




	I suppose I should give credit to Captured Caroline by TM Quinn as
the inspiration for the shaving scene.  If you've never read it, I
highly recommend it.  I think its the story that finally pushed me from
reading to writing on ASSM.  And I was being serious about straight
razors.  Go to a good barber and have it done if you don't believe me.

	Anyways, I hope to maybe one day finish this story (oooh!), but I
think I'm going to try to resurrect Subordinate for the next thing I
write.

	Again, as always, let me know what you think, even if you just drop
a line (foxbat00@gmail.com)



	Yours Truly 
	Foxbat
