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My Megan Part 4 (mf) by Foxbat



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life.  This story contains graphic sex, in some cases
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My Megan Part 4 (mf) by Foxbat



Chapter 15:  Aftermath

   I lifted my head from the floor, a wicked headache burning
through my head, and opened my eyes to see Megan's quite
concerned face leaning over me.  I closed my eyes, and grimaced,
as I remembered how I came to be lying on the floor unconscious.
I opened my eyes again.

   "What should we do?" asked Megan.  I looked up at her.  We had
a couple of choices - 1) pretend nothing had ever happened, and
hope the teacher would too, 2) go now and confront her, and
essentially try to talk her into being quiet, or hope that she
was understanding.  Megan and I discussed for a few minutes what
to do, and eventually decided on the first option - just pretend
nothing had happened and hope the shit wouldn't hit the fan.  I
sorted out our clothes, pausing to kiss Megan and let my hands
roam over her smooth body, and now hairless pussy.  I explained
how she would have to shave it anew every few days, so things
wouldn't get itchy and nasty, but that wasn't much of a hardship,
since she had legs to shave as well.

   If you've ever a girl with a shaved pussy, you can never go
back.  Its just so so so much better.  No more picking pubic
hairs out of your teeth after going down on her, no hunting
through dark jungles for various vital organs, hidden in the
hills and valleys of a forest.  I looked down at her cunt
admiringly, as I splayed her pussy lips and lightly played with
her.  She hugged me again, kissing me, and thanking me for a
wonderful night.  I helped her get dressed again, and we left the
room, walking out into the cold winter air.  I wrapped my arm
around her, pressing her to me as we found my car in the parking
lot.  I drove her slowly back to her house, relishing the
physical contact between us in the dark car.

   Arriving at her house, I got out to walk her up to the door. 
As we stood there waiting for her parents to answer, she leaned
close and whispered that the cum dripping down her tickled. 
Despite my bacchanalian exploits, I was instantly hard.  I looked
down at the blond girl standing next to me.  She was funny,
attractive, sexy, intelligent.  She was what I'd been looking for
in a girl since I started looking at girls.  Just as the door
opened, I gave her ass a little squeeze to acknowledge her
comment.

   I shook hands with her father, who was impressed with my
punctuality, and departed, driving slowly home, thinking the
whole way.  I tore myself apart relentlessly, trying to figure
out how I really felt about the girl who I'd taken out this
night.  I remembered the almost whimisical impulse to blackmail
her that was the cause of our acquaintance.  I tried to remember
the weeks of mannequin-like sexual services she's rendered to me
before realizing the power and joy inherit in sex.

   Now, when we fucked, she was like a possessed woman -
everything else melted away. I strongly suspected that she'd
become fascinated with the whole thing.  Apart from me, there was
something enthralling about sex which she couldn't get enough of.
 Like a small kid fascinated with legos, she wanted to connect
everything up in every possible manner, and each new kink was
incredibly exciting.  I had seen her rubbing her thighs together
in the car ride back, still relishing the first shaving of her
pubes.  And, when I gave her the enema kit, I could see that she
was dying to try it out on her own, and see what interesting new
sensations it could produce.

   Before Megan had left my car, she had leaned over and
whispered the magic three words into my ear.  I had been so
stunned I hadn't known what to say.  I mean, I suppose its only
natural after a night like the kind we'd had, but that doesn't
prepare you for it when it comes.  I was still trying to decide
if I loved her the way she clearly loved me.  I pulled into my
dark driveway, and walked wearily into the house, letting sleep
overtake my questions and troubles.


Chapter 16:  A Present for Her...

   Christmas was fast approaching, and winter break loomed large.
 On the one hand, no kid in his right mind would deny that time
off from school is a reason to celebrate.  On the other, time off
from school likely meant time off of Megan, and I want as much
time on Megan as possible.  And then there was the question of
what to get for that girl....

   I'd thought about it off and on and not really come to any
good conclusion.  I was still thinking that there was no way this
could possibly last past my graduation, so I didn't want to send
a message that would give her the wrong impression.  On the other
hand, things were going well, and I didn't want that fact to get
in the way of enjoying our remaining time.  It was like being
old, I thought, you become so aware of how little time you have
left with something you love.

   I finally settled for some quite pricey reservations to one of
the nicest restaurants in town.  And a little shopping trip
afterwards.  I'd made some decent money during the summers, and I
really couldn't much think of a better thing to spend it on.

   I have to admit, that I was also quite curious what she would
do for this occasion and even a bit worried.  I cast such
thoughts out of my mind though, and focused on living through
exams.  Megan and I saw each other a couple times, but each time
was basically just a wild fuck session to relieve the enormous
stress we were both under.

***

   I shook Mr. Johnson's hand as he greeted the door.  It was the
first day of our winter break, and a light dusting of snow was
coming down in the beautiful dark night, snowflakes glittering
magically in the light emanating from the doorway to the Johnson
house.    "So you're taking my daughter out to dinner?"  he
asked, with a raised eyebrow.  I certainly planned to take his
daughter, and I think dinner figured somewhere in the plans. I
looked him in the eye, and replied, "Yes sir."

   "May I ask where?"  he inquired.  I mentioned the name of the
restaurant and watched as his eyes moved from my eyes to my feet
and back up again, as if this new information were cause for a
re-evaluation of the situation.  There was a moment of silence.

   "That's a nice place," he commented.  I nodded my agreement. 
I was still standing outside the threshold, but I was dressed
warmly and the cold only helped to make the night feel more
vigorous.  I caught a glimpse of movement on the staircase, and,
following my eyes, Mr. Johnson spun around.  Megan was standing
there, dressed in a warm wool winter coat, looking gorgeous.  I
took her hand, nodded to Mr. Johnson, and we departed.

***

   Dinner was excellent, and, despite the near-heart attack I had
when they gave me the bill, it was quite a pleasant experience. 
Megan and I sat on opposite ends of a small candle-lit table and
just made small talk for most of the dinner, exchanging stories
about family, friends and places.  It was the kind of
getting-to-know-routine that was still a little incomplete in our
case.

   After some excellent desert and coffee, I helped Megan back
into her coat, and we walked out in the cold to my car.  I turned
the ignition, the engine rolled over a few times and then caught.
 I could see Megan start to say something, but I looked over at
her, and smiled.

   "We're not quite done with my part of the night yet," I told
her.  I was quite fascinated, as already mentioned, by her
fascination with thinks sexual, and I was planning on taking full
advantage of this.  We drove through several towns, and into a
shadier section on the fringe of a city not far away.  I'd gone
checking before to make sure the area was safe, and to find
exactly the right store I wanted to take her to.

   I parked the car a block or so away, and we got out, Megan
following me as I walked under the awnings next to the buildings.
 I finally stopped next to a set of double doors, and beckoned
for Megan to enter.  She reached out to open the door, and then
looked down in shock when she realized the door handle was really
a 15 inch rubber penis, with a head and lined with veins and all.
 I smiled at her, as she smiled back and we went in.

   If you've never gone into a sex shop, you should do so
sometime.  Just walking around is sort of a crash survey of human
sexuality and fetish.  Megan looked slightly fearful at first -
she had no idea what kind of place this was or what kind of
people might be within, and had certainly never seen some of the
things that were up on the walls.  We walked along one wall,
covered in racks of porno videos, and, after a nod from me, she
would stop and read the back of a few that caught her attention.
I could see her eyes widen with each synopsis she read.  We
reached the end of the video section, and, opting to skip out on
the gay rack, moved directly to a wall covered in various dildos
and butt- plugs.  She tentatively touched a few, looking at the
more complicated ones with some sense of confusion, until she'd
read the little placard.  Some had vibrators, some ejaculated,
some were designed for strap-on use.  Some came in pairs, some
were glass, some stone, some rubber.  There were huge fist shaped
ones, and smaller vibrators designed for use on the clit.  Megan
looked with disbelief that some of the larger ones would ever
actually fit a real woman until I showed her a pornmag about
fisting.  We progressed to a wall covered in BDSM toys and gear -
hanging apparatus, handcuffs and armbinders and harnesses of all
sorts.  There were bras covered in spikes with holes for the
nipples to poke out, and black leather panties with a split
crotch, scary masks and hoods of all varieties and tons of other
leather wear.  She walked down the wall, running her hand across
the latex, leather, and vinyl costumes, still in shock.  I
trailed behind her, letting her pick the path, and watching with
enjoyment at her amazement.

   We walked past a jewelry section, with nipple clamps of all
sorts, small hair-pin-like clit jewelry, piercings, posters of
women with all sorts of rings and bars stuck through them,
needles, and such.  There were electro-torture kits, vacuum
pumps, all sorts of bizarre equipment for bizarre fetishes. 
Megan was wide eyed.  We wound up back where we started after
wading through a section of lubricants and more tame sex toys.  I
could see in Megan's eyes that some new horizons had been opened,
and they were ones I was quite intent on exploring.

   "Is there something you'd like to get?" I asked Megan, who was
still looking around in awe at all the stuff.  She just looked at
me and hugged me, giggling.  She decided this was all too much
and she'd take a rain check - we'd have to come back another time
for that.  Which was fine with me.


Chapter 17:  A Present for Me...

  We walked quietly back to the car, bodies pressed close against
the cold winter air.  I started to drive us back to Megan's
house, but she corrected me that we should be heading to school.
I asked about her father - I wasn't looking forward to being
killed by him when I brought his girl back hours late.  She told
me she'd told him we were also attending a play after dinner
though.  She smiled with one of her amazingly beautiful ear to
ear grins.  I drove up on campus, the snow already coating the
quad with an eerie white, our car leaving two tracks in the
virgin snow as I pulled to a stop in a back parking lot.  We
walked briskly into the building and then up to the newsroom. 
Megan pulled out a piece of black fabric, and handed it to me.  I
looked at it questioningly as she told me to blind-fold myself. 
I did as she asked and waited in the hall while "she got
everything ready inside."  It was an agonizing wait.

   After what seemed an eternity, I heard the door click open,
soft foot-steps until I felt her hand take mine.  I let her lead
me into the room, and stand me in the center of the room.  I felt
her hands undoing my shirt, and then, pulling it off me.  I felt
her delicate little hands undoing my belt, and my zipper, and I
started to get hard just from the proximity of her hands, and
from the almost ticklish sensation that being blindfolded and
having someone else touch you produces.  I let her finish
undressing my until I was completely naked save for the
blindfold.  Her touch left me for a second and then she pushed me
down until I sat in a chair she'd positioned.  I waited, somewhat
nervous at what might await me when I took off the blindfold. 
After a few more seconds, Megan told me I could take it off.  I
reached behind my head, and untied it.  I opened my eyes, which
were immediately drawn to what seemed like hundreds of candles
Megan had placed around the room on just about every horizontal
surface, transforming it from a dingy nasty student publication
office to a romantic and erotic wonderland.

   My eyes drifted back to Megan.  She was standing there in
front of me, watching my reaction, as I let my eyes drift lower.
Allow me to take a time out here to give you some background. 
Megan, although quite an athlete, was still very much into what
one might label as typical woman things.  She enjoyed baking
cookies, and doing little handi-crafts that no one but other
girls and women every really cared about.  I knew that she'd made
a few of her outfits herself, but, compared to the talents I was
interested in, her domestic traits had always been back-burner. 
What I saw before me now though, could only have been made by
her.  And it was impressive.  There was a long strip of red
velvet, the type that really really nice ribbons on expensive
presents are made from, about 6 inches wide, which ran from her
neck down to her croth, tapered nicely to pass through her legs,
and ran vertically up her back towards her neck, where it joined
the one on the front, with a hole allowing her neck to fit
through it without disrupting the lines.  A second strip of the
same red velvet ran around her circumferencially, covering her
breasts.  Where the two crossed, right in the center of her
chest, was a large fancy bow.  She was completely naked other
than this ribbon-attire.

   I didn't know whether to shit myself or come all over myself.
She walked towards me seductively, enjoying the youthful
sexuality which she'd come to possess.  I could tell that she
loved the shock I was in and the sense of being in control.

   "Don't you want to unwrap your present?"  She asked.  I, not
usually one to be lost for words, was lost for words.  On the top
ten list of erotic moments in my life, this definitely had just
scored number one.  I reached up, and gently removed the fancy
bow from the center of her chest.  It had been velcroed on.  I
stood, letting my rock-hard erection press between her legs, and
reached up to her neck.  I held her, and kissed her deeply,
letting my tongue swirl around the inside of her mouth.  Our
tongues played tag for a minute before I broke the kiss and
rocked her head to the side as I kissed down her neck towards the
velco closure where the fabric went around her neck.  I took the
soft velvet in my mouth, and gently pulled it loose.  I kissed
back up her neck, pausing for a moment to dwell on her mouth,
before repeating the procedure on the other side.  I reached down
and gently pulled the velvet off her, admiring, not for the first
time, her wonderful young breasts and body.  I let my hands run
all over her, feeling hers on mine.

   She broke our kiss, and, trailing her tongue down my chest,
began to fellate my cock.  I was already rock hard, and her
gentle ministrations only made me want her more badly. As I
closed my eyes, I felt her hands closing around my scrotum, a
sensation I love. Although this time, she pulled harder than
usual, and, releasing my dick from her mouth, she gently pulled
me down to the floor, and arranged me so that I was lying on my
back. I let my hand casually fondle her labia, running back and
forth through the dripping wet, hot folds, prompting her to take
her breath in short gasps.  After a minute though, she pulled
away from me - I understood that this was to be her night.  With
me still lying on the floor, she walked towards me sexily on her
hands and knees, her ass high in the air. She flipped one knee
over to the other side of my head, and slowly lowered her
delicious cunt onto my face, holding herself just high enough
that I would have to work to have any effect.

   I lapped away at her wonderful freshly shaved pubes, enjoying
the view upwards past the mountains of her breasts towards her
face.  After only a few minutes, she lifted herself up, and slid
down my body, so that she was straddling my groin.  My dick was
at full attention, and was bobbing up, bouncing off her stomach.
She looked absolutely gorgeous straddling me like that, and when
she smiled, I thought I might come.  I could barely restrain
myself from grabbing her hips and yanking her down, and giving
her the ass-fucking of a lifetime.  I held on to myself however,
letting her take the lead.

   She reached one arm back around behind her neck, lifting her
breasts upwards and outwards, and she took my cock in the other
hand.  I still expecting her to lube her ass up, when she took my
dick and guided it through the folds of her pussy, using it like
a dildo to stimulate her clit and labia.  I closed my eyes,
enjoying the rubbing sensation against hot-wetness on my dick,
and rocked my head back.  I was completely unprepared however,
when I felt her sitting down on my dick, letting it enter her
vagina.  My eyes sprung open, and my head shot up, right as she
came to rest, her hips against mine, my cock firmly embedded in
her cunt.

   I suppose I should remind you that we'd never done this
before.  I had engaged in all sorts of perversions with Megan,
and I enjoyed use of her ass on a regular basis since our
relationship had changed from a weekly somewhat forced blowjob
session into something more.  But from the first time that Megan
and I had discussed her virginity, I had respected her wish to
save that area for marriage.  I had violated her ass, I had
violated her mouth, and stuffed fingers up her twat to my
delight, but never once had I even so much as joked or teased her
about keeping that place holy.

   So for her to decide she wanted to have real, straight up
vaginal sex with me wasn't a small consideration, and it wasn't
something that I thought she would do lightly.  If I had known or
suspected this, I probably would have tried to talk her out of
it, but now that she'd made the decision, the best thing to do
was to graciously accept it.

   I looked up into her eyes, and squeezed my groin muscles,
causing my dick to expand slightly.  Neither of us had moved
since the penetration, and I was transfixed by the slight of her
lips splayed around my shaft disappearing into her pink interior.
 I felt her squeeze me back, and I watched as she slowly lifted
herself almost all the way off my pole and sank slowly back down
on it again, with both hands high behind her neck, showing off
her wonderful tits and flat stomach.

   She continued to alternate slowly impaling herself on and
raising herself off my cock, as I watched my dick penetrating the
glistening folds of her bald pussy.  The act still had the stigma
of a forbidden fruit, which only made the sensation more intense
as I reached up and pulled her downwards towards me, so that we
were pressed together, but with my cock still pushed all the way
up her cunt.  I kissed her, and reached back to spread her
buttocks and I began to rock my hips upwards, driving my cock
into her warm wet pussy. She moaned in arousal, and ground her
pelvis back against me, running her hands all over my chest and
head.

  Megan's cunt provided an entirely different sensation from her
ass.  Her ass was tight as all get out, and the friction was
almost painful unless I used copious amounts of lube. Even then,
the muscles were always doing the natural thing, and trying to
expel my dick as if it were a turd, which felt quite nice
actually.  Her cunt was much wetter, and penetration was
infinitely easier - the muscles wanted me to stay here.  I
marveled at the sensation as I pulled her hips back down and
arched my back, pushing more of my penis into her hot box.

   Megan's face was already flushed with arousal, and when I
grabbed her hips and started hammering into her as forcefully as
I possibly could, it pushed her over the edge.  Her hand shot for
her crotch, as I pushed back upright, perpendicular to me,
running quick frantic circles around her clit.  Using both hands
to hold her still, I bucked my hips up into her as fast as I
humanly could, I could see her mouth open in a silent scream as I
looked up, and I could feel her muscles tensing in orgasm as I
continues to pound her. Right as she was peaking, I reached up
and pulled her back down to me by the nipples, changing my rhythm
of relentless fast hammering to one of slow hard strokes, holding
my dick in her pausing for a small second at the apogee of each
thrust.

   She had a far off look on her face and moaned continuously as
I built towards my orgasm.  I pushed a finger into her ass as I
spread her butt-cheeks, feeling it pressing against my dick
through the thin skin separating them.  I was right on the edge
of orgasm, and the muscular contractions in her pussy which were
part of her orgasm pushed me straight over the edge.  I pushed in
as far as I possibly could, and let loose with a load of cum the
quantity of which I'd never unleashed before.  Pulse after pulse
of my hot love- goo shot into Megan's impaled cunt as I held her
hips down, keeping my cock shoved fully inside her.

***

   When I had come down from my exorbitant high, my dick was
still embedded in her pussy, and she was lying face down on top
of me, her face pressed over my shoulder.  I reached up and
hugged her to me, as my limp dick slipped out of her pussy.  I
could feel her hugging me back, but it took me a second to
realize she was sobbing gently.  I didn't know exactly what had
happened - she definitely enjoyed the orgasm, and had seemed
pretty keen on the whole thing from the onset.  I said nothing
and hugged her tighter, letting her get her cry out without
interruption or need for explanation.  I figured it was maybe
just a girl thing related to the loss of virginity.

   After a few minutes, Megan sat up and wiped the tears from her
red face, and smiled down at me.

   "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't know why I cried.  I.... It
was just a lot more intense than I thought it was going to be,
and I thought about our first time, and I..."

   I hadn't seen this sort of emotional confusion in Megan since
I'd first started fucking her.  I pulled her back towards me, and
we just sort of cuddled for a while, spooning.  Her breathing
finally calmed down, and I found myself thinking about how much
life at college would suck without her.  Blackmailing and raping
her had definitely been one of the best decisions of my life.

   After a while, Megan and I cleaned up the room, and did the
usual clothes sort before departing.  I dropped her off at home
with a good night kiss, and drove slowly home, thinking.  Things
had come a long way, and I wanted to make the best of the spring
before time ran out.


To be continued...



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I sort of lost momentum here for a little while, but hopefully
the weeks ahead won't quite be so hard.  Lots of time invested in
the girlfriend lately, which is good.  I'm dying to tell her
about ASSM/ASSTR, but I have no idea how she would react. 
Especially if she decided to read something I wrote, since most
of it is pretty shocking stuff if you're not used to idea of
writing fantasy stories about graphic non-consensual sex.  Oh
well.

As always, I love to hear people's thoughts comments and advice,
so drop me a line at the_foxbat@hotmail.com

Yours, Foxbat




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