	My Megan Part 4 (mf) by Foxbat


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	Chapter 18:  Home Alone

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

	I watched the snow fall gently, and wondered how much of her I'd be
seeing this break.  Since school was out, our usual cover of the school
newspaper wouldn't quite work.  We could always go out under the
pretense of seeing a movie, but that wasn't anywhere near long enough to
really enjoy ourselves.
	The phone rang, and I rolled lazily off my
bed to answer it.  The voice of one very excited Megan was on the other
end.  Apparently the Colonel (as I'd taken to calling her father) and
his wife were going off to visit some relatives, and Megan has succeeded
in convincing them to leave her behind.  This meant she had the house to
herself for a few days, and that meant *we* had the house to *ourselves*
for a few days.

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

	***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


	***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


	Chapter 19:  A Fine Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	***

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

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





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	To be continued...



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