Megan

By Paris Waterman

It was a typical wedding. Two hundred or more guests, most from Sully's side. I learned that Shelly had a very small family and that only a few of her friends were making the trip from Philly to Jersey City. As best man, I was to be paired up with Tracy, the Maid of Honor. I wasn't getting laid there. She was engaged and her boyfriend was going to be there.

Now I had banged Sully's kid sister Megan a couple years before, but between college and my baseball career it went nowhere. She was 21 now and probably in her last year of college. I figured all that time would make a big difference and besides, the family would be there. Nope, I eliminated her as a sex partner for the big night.

There were other bridesmaids that I hadn't met and of course the wedding guests would have several candidates, so all in all, I was looking forward to having a good time and getting laid too.

After meeting the bridesmaids, a boffo breasted red head named Maureen Connolly from Philadelphia, actually, Allentown, became my target. Red haired and fair skinned, with just enough cleavage showing in her gown to produce a nifty bulge in my pleated trousers. I detected an interest on her part, catching her sneaking glances my way at dinner the night before the wedding. But I played it cool and continued checking out the other female guests.



Well, the wedding was a big success, going off without a hitch. Sully’s sister Megan surprised me in that she'd grown more beautiful as she matured. She gave me a light kiss after the wedding as we waited to have our pictures taken, but then seemed to avoid me. I didn't notice her attached to any particular guy so I kept an eye on her. Then, at the reception we danced and... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The reception had just barely started when Sully's mother leaned over my shoulder. "James, it's so good to see you again."

"Thank you Mrs. Sullivan."

"Please, call me Cathy, we're all adults now."

"Okay. Cathy it is. You look lovely."

"Now it's my turn to thank you. I must admit it is nice for such an old woman like me to receive a complement from a young man."

Her rather full breast pressed into my shoulder, instantly reviving my adolescent lust for her body. I grinned at her as I recalled the many times I'd jerked off thinking about her.

"Oh, come on Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy, you're one of the best looking women here." I was serious. In her mid-forties she still looked good.

"Go on with you," she said, obviously pleased with my mild flirtation. "Now how is it that you haven't found yourself a beauty and settled down?"

"Putting me on the spot, eh?"

"No! It's just that... from my view, you're a fine catch and many girls should be trying to get you to ask the big question."

"Well, I'm not gay," I said needlessly.

Embarrassed, Mrs. Sullivan put some space between us and said, "Why, I never intended to... James, I've never thought that of you."

I laughed. "Only teasing Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy. I'm just..."

I thought better of what I was about to say and shifted gears. "I'm still chasing the girls. Haven't given much thought to settling down yet."

"I understand," she said. "There must be plenty of them after you though," she said kind of wistfully, at least I thought so.

"That's the truth."

"And," her breast was back, pressing its weight against me. "Is there anyone special here this evening?"

"No, but I'm Irish and it's a party. I'll find a female companion for the evening, I'm sure."

Mrs. Sullivan leaned forward and kissed me then, trying for my mouth, but only catching my cheek. I excused myself from the table before she could continue and went to the open bar and requested a scotch and water. As I sipped the drink I watched the couples on the dance floor.

Shelly and Jack were dancing slowly, cheek-to-cheek. I watched them for a moment and finally was forced to admit that I was more than a little jealous. They made a very attractive couple. I was asking myself when the hell I was going to settle down when a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear, "So when are you getting married?"

I squeezed my glass tightly and turned to see who it was. Maureen's brilliantly red hair framed her freckled face.

"Maureen," she said with a big smile.

"Oh, I know who you are. I'm wondering why you posed the question."

She laughed and it had a very likeable lilt to it. "I'm sorry," she said, feigning a rueful expression. "I overheard Mrs. Sullivan giving you the 'why aren't you married yet' routine.’"

It was my turn to laugh. I put my drink down and said, "Would you like to dance, or might I get you a drink?"

Her green eyes sparkled. "A drink would be great. We can dance later, okay?"

"Certainly. Be right back. Oh, champagne?"

Her tongue licked her lips for a moment before she replied. "The bubbly, by all means."

I 'borrowed' a bottle of Brut from the bar and we sat down and listened to the band. I refilled her glass several times, managing to empty mine a couple times too. There were more people dancing than sitting and when Maureen moved her chair closer my dick began to swell. When she casually draped her hand over my leg it became fully erect.

"Don't ask me to get you another glass," I murmured into her ear.

"Well, why not? I haven't had that much and this is a party."

"I guess it's the proximity of being next to a ravishing redhead, or maybe it's your hand . . . but I've got a woody that won't quit."

Her cheeks turned red. Then the most lascivious smile I had ever seen broke out across her face.

"Wanna dance?" She said, her voice was low and husky. Translated it sounded like she'd said, "Wanna fuck?"

I took a lingering peek down the front of her dress.
 
"They're all mine."

"I can see that."

Her hand brushed over my hardon. “And that's all you too," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Nothing fake about us," I said with difficulty, for my throat was dry.

Just then, the band began to play a slow ballad. We moved in tandem to the dance floor and I took her into my arms. Maureen reached up and placed her hands around my neck, mine followed her lead and lightly gripped her waist. When her belly pressed against me I moaned softly and dropped my hands to just below her hips. A moment later, they were comfortably squeezing her ass as she ground her pelvis into my erection.

Maureen leaned her head against my chest and as I inhaled the dizzying fragrance of her hair, she lifted her head and nipped my earlobe. I pulled her tighter and heard her sigh. Oh, she felt good, pressing her chest against mine, and when my leg went between hers she gave an extra hump by minutely thrusting her pussy into me. I was on cloud nine.

There was no doubt Maureen couldn't feel my dick jabbing her. And then the music stopped and we had no choice but to return to our seats. Maureen declined my offer of another drink, but I needed one, actually two.

"Would you like to go somewhere?" I asked lamely.

"Now?" she replied.

"Well..."

"No. Oh, it’s not you James, it's... all those people watching us."

I wondered had she gone shy all of a sudden? After all, she made more moves on me than I had on her. Then things became clearer.

She blushed, and said, "You're going to think I'm crazy."

"No, no." I said quickly.

"Well... perhaps you can help."

"It would be my pleasure."

Her blush turned even deeper, almost matching her hair.

"Oh, you... stop that!"

"I haven't started anything," I protested.

"You know, " she said as if I did know.

"Okay, how can I help you?"

Before answering she peeked around and surveyed the room. No one was looking. "I need some help with my zipper. It's stuck."

"Where?"

She turned and indicated her back. Sure enough the zipper was open, but not so much as to cause a great deal of embarrassment. And it occurred to me that women usually went to the ladies room in pairs to resolve problems of this nature. She had to be scheming to get me alone for another reason and relief flooded over me. I knew what it was.

"Let me see," and I moved closer.

"Not here, silly! Everyone can see us. Let me go first then you follow, okay?"

"Sure."

Maureen got up and walked out of the reception area. When she turned the corner I followed at a discreet distance.

"Psssst! Come this way, over here," she said. She was standing inside the door to the maintenance closet, not the rest room as I had thought. Tugging my arm, she drew me inside. I found the light switch and closed the door behind me.

Damned if she hadn't scouted the place out. There was a chair against the wall, some brooms and a mop and pail. That left plenty of room for us.

"Why don't you sit down James."

I sat down. She turned and faced away from me, then sat on my lap. She split her legs, putting my outstretched legs between hers.

"It's the zipper. I can't seem to get it down." She bent forward and put both her hands on the inside of my thighs as if for support. I felt her pelvic bone rubbing against me.

"Oh!"

"Something wrong?"

"No. Would you see if you can get it?"

"Sure, sure," I managed to mumble. I put my fingers on the little metal tab and pulled. The zipper unzipped cleanly right to the top of her ass without snagging once.

"Hmmmmm," I said quietly.

"That's unbelievable," she said, notwithstanding that I'd zipped in the wrong direction.

"Ummmmm."

"No," she said, "I've had such trouble with it. You wouldn't believe."

"Well these things happen, Maureen, sometimes."

"Kiss me," she whispered, turning and kissing me hard on the mouth. I pulled her against me, hungrily responding. My dick was straining for release. I pressed it against her and began rubbing it against her thigh. She gasped and pulled off my tuxedo jacket. My hands moved to her thighs and she parted her legs giving me access.

I kissed her ears and her neck, nibbling down her throat, biting at the pulse in her neck. She leaned back and groaned, thrusting her chin up in the air. I kissed back to her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth as she pulled my shirt out of my pants and began to open it up.

"I know, I know," I said, as her fist clenched my cock and slowly jerked me up and down.

She released me and stood up, slightly hunched over and reached between her legs for the zipper of my pants. She grasped the tab, pulled and it slid smoothly down and my dick popped out. Her clasping fingers found my erection and began jerking me off.

Maureen wasn't wasting any time.

"You're so big," she whispered.

"Would you care to kiss it?"

"In a minute okay?" She continued to jerk me off, not rushing mind you, but taking her sweet time.

"Sure, take your time." I wasn't going anywhere. To help pass the time I reached both hands inside the bodice of her gown and snaking them around under her bra and lifted her tits out of their confinement.

"I’d like it if you squeezed them," she said while hoisting her gown up around her waist and pulling her panties aside. "Unfortunately, we don't have much time."

"Ummm," I managed as she ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing the top of my head. I lifted her up and moved over to the large sink and sat her down.

"Hold on for balance," I whispered.

"Oh, yeah," she gasped. "Hurry! Do me good baby!"

Her white stockings ended about halfway up her thigh, revealing her soft, pale flesh. I kissed her thigh and she moaned with anticipation and put her hands on the back of my head.

I could smell her sexual readiness. I put my hands on her hips to steady her and began to slowly kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, nibbling and biting, inching higher and higher. My lips tugged at her flesh, my tongue darted and licked. She gasped and I groaned at the beauty of it all. My hand was between her legs tugging her pubic hair, stroking the fat folds of her labia.

She moaned softly. "Oh, yes... oh, yes!"

"One sec! Wait!" She moaned, and with an acrobatic motion, raised her ass just enough to slip her panties off so they wound up dangling from her right foot.

I couldn't resist the temptation of tasting her and buried my face between her legs. I kissed her thick, swollen labia, then spread her folds with my tongue and licked up and down as if she were an ice cream cone melting on an August afternoon.

"Oh, baby, that feels so gooood!" She groaned loudly.

Using one hand to wrestle with the folds of her gown, I pushed it up so that she could look down and watch. I wanted her to see her legs draped over my shoulders; see my face burrowing between her legs; see my tongue nuzzling in the hot nest below her reddish pubic hair.

"Jesus, James!" She wailed as my tongue began toying with her swollen clit already stiff against the tip of my tongue. I gave her darting, little licks all around it, up the sides, swirling in circles around it. Then I drew it back and forth in slow, languid strokes.

She cried out, arched her back and thrust her hips up. She clasped her hands together on the back of my head and ground my face in her mushy cunt.

Wrapping my lips around her surprisingly long clit, I began to suck.

"Oh, baby, oh, baby!" She keened. "That's... that's soooo nice!"

I continued teasing her and adding to her pleasure until I felt a need to switch to another activity. I saw her cunt partially open, awaiting me and slid my tongue back down between her parted folds and touched the very tip of my tongue to her entry and left it there.

"Oh, God! I can't stand it!" She groaned.

”Do it!"

"Do what?"

"Eat meeee!"

I left my tongue there, savoring the taste of her copious fluids, then swirled it around, just barely inside of her. I could feel the juices running out of her, dribbling down my chin. I licked back up to her clit and then back down again, dragging my tongue up and down between her folds. She tasted so good. I wanted it to last forever. But my cock was crying out to go inside her, screaming for release. I pushed my mouth against her clit again and brought my hand up between her legs. I sent my index finger probing up and down her labia as I sucked her clit. A high-pitched whining sound came from her throat and I knew she was close to coming.

I drew my finger from her thigh to her vagina before slipping it inside her. Maureen was breathing unbelievably fast and when she gasped as I drew my finger out of her I thought she was going into a convulsion, but continued sucking on her clit.

Her moans began to grow louder as the pace of my finger's movement grew faster. I slid a second finger in and she jerked her head forward, slamming into mine. I think we both saw stars for a moment.

"Goddamn!" I exclaimed, my eyes white with pain.

"Oh, my head! My head!" Maureen whooped.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so," she said rubbing her forehead.

"Please... I'm soooo close!"

"Yes," I said, still wincing, "I'll hurry," and resumed eating her out.

Had we been videotaped, I'm sure my tongue would have been a blur as it flickered lightning-like over her clit. The small room was quiet except for the wet sucking sounds my fingers made sliding in and out of her.

Maureen leaned back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair for balance. She was shuddering, right at the edge of coming.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!"

I stopped and pulled my fingers out of her slushy cunt.

"No! Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop!" she pleaded.

I pushed myself up and kissed her hard on the mouth, letting her taste her own sweet honey. Her nipples stood jutting out at me. I cupped her right breast to my mouth and began sucking on her nipple.

"Come on, baby. Fuck me!"

"Put it in..."

"Please fuck me!"

But I persisted in squeezing her tit and nipping at her tantalizing strawberry tip.

"I can't take it!" She moaned, almost slipping off the maintenance sink but quickly grabbed hold of it with both hands and steadied herself. I took hold of my cock and guided it between her legs, rubbing the tip of it against her clit, smearing my pre-come with her pussy juices. She closed her green eyes and leaned back.

"Put it in, please!"

"Christ I want to feel you inside me!"

The time was right. I guided my cock down between her pussy lips and then roughly shoved it all the way inside of her. We both cried out at this entry. She was tight and unbelievably warm and when her vaginal muscles began squeezing me from the get-go, I almost lost it and came.

I resorted to doing the multiplication table as I pumped in and out, while Maureen held onto the sink with both hands, a grimace across her face as she strained to exert her muscles.

I watched her face with one hand on her hip and the other on a breast, squeezing and fondling it. I loved the expressions she made. I loved the soft, sweet sounds of her voice moaning with pleasure. I looked down and watched my wet, hard cock disappearing and reappearing between her legs. I moved my hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it with my thumb as my cock reamed her out.

Maureen grunted with pleasure and I closed my eyes because of the sensations her tight cunt was providing. Her wet folds enclosed my thick dick completely as I fucked more rapidly into her. She was poised at the brink of a huge orgasm, clenching her teeth and scratching at my back.

I could feel my balls seizing up, my toes curling. Suddenly I was pumping with total, wild abandon and she was responding in kind. As I throbbed and jerked to my finishing run, Maureen slammed against me, pushing my dick as high up into her pussy as she was able, she clung tightly to the shelving behind me as I pulled her hips to me.

"Oh, oh, oh." she cried, ignoring the cleaning materials she knocked aside as they toppled to the floor.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god! I'm gonna cum!" Maureen screamed so loud I thought the entire reception party heard her.

"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! I'm CUMMMMING!"

Her head jerked back and I darted out of the way as she surged forward.

Watching her come was all it took and when I finally came, I thought I would never stop. I felt my load shoot up through my dick and explode inside her. Later, she would tell me that I came so hard that she actually felt my cum squirting into her. It may have been my longest come ever. I saw a pearly trail of semen dripping from her cunt weeping tears along her thigh. I leaned against her and she leaned against me, both of us panting and out of breath, our faces flushed, and our bodies stinking of sex.

My flaccid dick slipped out of her as I pulled back. She reached into my breast pocket and removed my handkerchief and wiped herself off, then she stood and let her gown fall back into place.

"That was wonderful," she whispered and kissed me on the cheek. "Shelly was right."

"Shelly?"

"Yeah she told me you were the one to go after. That you were a great lay."

"She told you I was a great lay?"

"Ummm, by the way, I'm in room 218. I assume you're staying here at the hotel, right?"

"Umm, yeah, yeah I am."

"So stop by later on this evening. I suck a mean cock. I really do and I wanna do yours."

"I believe it. But I can't believe she told you that."

"Girls talk, you know?"

"I guess. Okay, I'll come by later, around eleven?"

"Perfect."

"Zip me please?"

"My pleasure," and reached behind her and zipped up her dress, one hand holding the fabric taut at her lower back as the other skimmed lower, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She answered me with a deep kiss.



We emerged from the closet looking like hell. My tux was wrinkled, my hair mussed, and I'd lost a stud. Maureen's hair was a shambles, and that was from my perspective. Then we made our way back to the reception and went our separate ways. Only about forty people saw us.

After fortifying myself with a couple more beers I wound up talking to Sully just as Shelly whirled by dancing with some guy from her hometown.

"Have a good time sailor?" she laughed and was gone halfway across the room before I could comment.

"What was that all about?" Sully asked.

"It seems Shelly told Maureen I was a great lay."

He laughed. "No shit?"

My grin told him all he needed to know.

"Damn! I thought I was gonna be first to get laid."

It was my turn to laugh.

"So where the fuck did you take her?"

"There's a kinda janitor's closet near the men's room. Fairly clean and private, you know?"

"Perfect." he said.

"Gonna scoop Shelly up and take her there?"

"Not exactly."

"What then?"

"See that young thing dancing with her brother?"

"Which?"

"The deep blue dress with the while lace around the bodice."

"Kinda young isn't she?"

"She's seventeen now. I screwed her for the first time last year."

"No shit?"

"I like 'em young. Always have. That's why the new business is going to be so sweet."

"All that young gash floating around. Going to stir the pot, eh?"

"You bet." He laughed obscenely.



Someone called Sully away and I had a moment to reflect on things. There was something about weddings that got women all worked up. Something about how they all envied the bride and what she was gonna do that night, or something like that. Then I laughed at myself, what about weddings and men? Hadn't I been looking to get laid all the while I was here?

I sipped my beer and watched as Sully spoke with the seventeen-year-old, then patted her on the back. Like a robot, she started for the closet. A minute or so later, Sully followed in her footsteps. I decided not to intervene. Hell, it was his wedding day.



Wandering back to the bridal table I caught Megan smiling at me and asked her to dance. She fit snugly into my arms as we rocked to the slow ballad being sung by a bearded trumpet player.

"Where have you been all my life," I murmured into her ear. She laughed and said, "You probably haven't thought about me since I was in high school.

"That's a lie and you know it."

"Prove it," she said. " Besides, you should see yourself. You look like someone threw you into a dryer for the whole cycle."

"Hmmm, your powers of observation are still honed sharply."

"Thank you. So who was it?"

"Your eyes are sparkling like diamonds. You must be getting excited."

"Doubtful," she said seriously. "Who was it?"

"Maureen."

"The redhead?"

"Yeah."

"You're working awfully fast these days."

"Not really. Someone told her I was a good lay."

"Have you hired a publicist?"

"No," I laughed.

"Who would do a thing like..."

"I think you've guessed."

"Shelly?"

"Uh huh."

"Why?"

"I can only guess. She wanted her friend to have a good time at her wedding?" I said letting her feel my hardened dick rub against her thigh.

Megan shivered and fought to compose herself. "You don't know, do you?" she said suddenly serious.

"Know what? You're engaged?"

That made her laugh out loud. "Sort of."

I waited out the silence.

"I'm a nun."

"You're a what?"

"A nun. I teach at an elementary school in Patterson."

Unconsciously I moved away from her tender body.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't move away. I like having you hold me close."

I brought her back to me, the befuddlement obvious on my face.

"I was deeply in love with you back then. And when you went away..."

"Oh, Megan, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be," she said calmly. "How could you know, you were only a kid yourself and so much was going on in your life."

"Are you happy being a nun?"

"Oh, Lord, yes! It suits me so well and I love teaching the kids. I'm very good at it too."

I believed her.

"So you took the vows eh?"

"Yes... but you know vows can and are broken every day."

"You've lost me there Megan."

"What's your room number James?"

"Are you kidding?"

She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I want to get laid James. Can you help out a girl in need?"

"Of course," I said not believing what was happening.

"It's 400. Room 400."

"Will you be there about nine? You won't be with Maureen will you?"

"Maureen is nice, but she's not you. I'll be waiting for you. Room 400 at nine. That's a promise.

The music ended and we returned to the table, but her seat was far from mine. Sully also returned and sat next to me. "Another notch on the headboard," he said nonchalantly, "by the way, the place smelled like a whorehouse."

"You're pretty good, knocking off a babe on your wedding day. Gonna save something for Shelly?"

"Don't worry 'bout her. I'm up for it. Besides we're not exactly strangers you know?"

Changing the subject I said, "I didn't know Megan was a nun."

"Yeah," he laughed. "Ain't that something?" She went from a typical teenager to religious fanatic during my first semester. Seems to suit her though."

"As long as she's happy with the choice and wasn't forced into it, I guess it's alright." I said.

"But I never would have guessed it. She's...

well, she's just beautiful, a gorgeous woman, unattainable forever."

"Fuck, if I didn't know you better I'd think you had a thing for her."

"If she weren't a nun I might.”

Shelly came over and kissed Sully then dragged him out on the dance floor. I was lost in thought and impatient for the ninth hour to roll up.



At precisely eight thirty there was a soft knock on my door. I opened the door and she stood there, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, looking every bit of sixteen again. Immediate boner; then I noticed that she was staring at my crotch. Premature ejaculation became a new concern.

Megan giggled, then nervously blurted out, "May I come in?"

"Oh. Yes, of course."

I took a tentative step toward her and she moved toward me. We met about three feet inside the room and when we touched, a surge of electrical current arced between us. Megan put her hands on my shoulders and I put mine on her waist.

"We could dance to that music you know," she suggested, rolling her eyes toward the stereo.

Our eyes were locked on each other's. I was concentrating on keeping as far away from her as possible and in the process of doing just that let my hands slide down to the slope of her hips. I was sure she wasn't wearing a thing under the sweatshirt and wondered why the hell she'd come to my room. I got my answer as she moved closer and my hard, bowed cock came in contact with her belly. She ground her pelvic region against me. That did it. I buried my face in her neck, grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and ground my cock against her.

"Oooh, God!" I croaked. "Megan."

Her lower belly churned like a mix-master against me. Lifting her bodily off the floor I carried her into the bedroom and put her down. Her nimble fingers were reaching into my pants as I tried to beat her by dropping them. She won. My dick sprang forth and she made the most delightful sound at the sight of it.

"Like it?"

"I'd almost forgotten what one looks like. And yours... yours is the only one I've ever seen or played with."

With as much tenderness as I could muster, I opened and lowered her jeans to the floor and watched as she stepped out of them. Then I pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing white lace panties, but no bra. Her breasts were magnificent and I would have admired them forever, but Megan raised her knee to lean against the dressing table, causing her legs to spread and I saw the pink glimmering at me through her heavy bush. She arched her back and my hand dropped from her breast to her forested mons and felt her pussy for the first time in more than five years. It was moist and yielded to my questing finger and she began to breathe heavily in anticipation of what was to come.

I couldn't keep her waiting any longer and pushed the thin white lace panties to the side and buried myself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

"Oh God, I missed you." I said as she clenched me close by wrapping her legs around me.

"Me too," she said with a sob. The fact that she was grinding her cunt against me for all she was worth assured me it was the truth.

"Let's get comfortable sweetheart," I said.

"Sweetheart. You don't know how nice that sounds," she purred.

I moved to shift position.

"Oh, don't pull out!" She cried in alarm.

"Just for a second." The attempted reassurance failed. When my dick eased out she whimpered at the loss, but I bent her over the side of the bed and spread her ass cheeks. Megan's lower body was literally covered with a thick batch of pubic hair, except for her asshole, which I promptly began kissing and licking.

"As I recall, you used to like this very much my love. How's it feel?" I whispered.

"Everything you're doing is wonderful, James. Everything."

My tongue found its way into her butt and I reamed her out. Megan got to wriggling' so much her ass pulled away from my face.

It was time. Raising myself up, I guided my cock back into her bushy cunt. She moaned in joy as we established our rhythm; slow deep strokes and her cunt seemed to convulse around my dick. I wet my index finger and inserted it in her ass and she went wild.

Moments later my dick slipped out, Megan groaned in despair and reaching back wrapped her hand around my cock just beneath the head and guided it toward her cunt. I felt the slick lips of her tight pussy rub against me and pushed forward. Instead of driving it home, I missed; skidding past her cunt and I found myself humping the sheet and her belly until she seized my cock and reinserted it correctly.

"Sorry, about that," I mumbled.

"And I thought I was out of practice," she grinned and began to laugh raucously.

The position we were using made Megan's cunt even tighter than it should have been, and I was forced to work it in slowly. No problem, we both enjoyed the hell out of it. Once I was all the way in and my cock was lubricated with her juices it soon became much easier. Megan was in more of a rush to come than I was for very obvious reasons. So I took my time moving slowly in and out of her pussy from behind, sometimes pushing up behind her to force my cock as deep as possible enjoying the feel of her soft bottom against my stomach.

With each deep thrust Megan groaned, "Ahhh" in satisfaction.

We spent some time simply rocking back and forth, my hands moving along her back and under her chest to fondle and squeeze her tits. Did I mention her tits? Megan's tits were beautiful, not as large as they were at sixteen, but they were perfectly shaped. (My first thoughts were that she'd lost her baby fat due to the rigors of being a nun, I made a mental note to ask later.) More than a handful, pear shaped, with small strawberry tipped nipples and areola about the size of a quarter.

That familiar tingle in my balls arrived and I knew I was close.

"I'm getting close," I murmured. "Are you?"

"Just go ahead, baby," Megan whispered, pushing her butt back at me and beginning to rotate her hips lasciviously, urging me on, wanting me to come. I hesitated.

"Go on. Sock it to me, baby! Come in me!"

That did it. I couldn't hold back any longer and there was no sense in trying.

"Okay Meg! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed every muscle in my body taut with desire. And with renewed energy, my cock plunged in and out, slapping against her ass. Megan twisted against me, pressing her hips back to get as much of me in her as possible. I felt her spiking up at me, convulsing, clamping down on me, and I lost all control at that point. I drove myself relentlessly into her spasming sex and let out a grunt, then a scream.

"I'm coming!" I screamed aloud and exploded in short, forceful bursts. She ground her pussy onto my cock, rocking from side to side, urging me on, whimpering in sympathy and enjoyment, but I knew she hadn't come herself and felt shamed as I spurted off helplessly inside her.

We lay stuck together for several minutes trying to recapture our breath. I kissed her neck and cheek, and she turned her neck to kiss me on the side of my mouth. She brushed a hand over her eye, but not before I saw the trickle path of a tear.

"We're not finished," I murmured, feeling my dick shrink inside her.

"Oh?"

I didn't hesitate, but raised my head and sucked one of her tits into my mouth. Megan threw her head back and croaked, "Oh, yes. Suck my boobs!"

I remembered she loved having her tits played with and moved my mouth from tit to tit and nipple to nipple as she writhed beneath me. Her first orgasm was achieved this way. After that I gave her the full treatment, the best that I had to offer.

Beginning with her mouth, I traced her lips with my tongue. It took me a little over ten minutes to reach her cunt but what a trip it was. I savored the salty sweat on her neck and shoulders and tasted the deodorant under her arm. Her nipples lacked firmness when I returned to them; but when I left they had grown to hard little buttons of erotically sensitive flesh.

Megan couldn't help but thrash about on the bed when I buried my tongue in her belly button and nibbled on the tiny knot left there at her birth. She was squirming in what seemed like agony as my hands massaged her thickly matted thighs. By the time I reached her cunt she was begging me to eat her, whispering, "Yes" over and over again. But I knew it had been so long for her that despite her frantic pleadings I would take my time to draw it out. I wanted to drive her crazy. I wanted her to remember this night; to remember me above all else. I was tearing into her black, forest like thatch, pulling pubic hairs out with my teeth as she hissed through her own clenched teeth, "Do it! Do it!"

Teasing her, I asked, "Do what?"

"The nasty!"

"What's the nasty?" I asked, wanting to compel her to say more than she had ever dared to on this matter in her entire life. Maybe she thought about it before, maybe not. With her religious background it was difficult to tell.

"Your tongue . . . or your cock . . . whichever . . . put it in MEEEEeee!"

My response was instantaneous. My tongue reamed itself into and between her thatched crevice and when she brought her knees up. I slid down a little more on the bed and saw my jizm matted on some of her pubic hair. I tickled her asshole with a finger and she screamed. It was loud and piercing and I was sure that half the people on this floor of the hotel knew someone was getting laid.

"Oh, James . . . can it really be this good or am I dreaming?"

"It's real Megan my love, it's real."

I realized at that moment that I truly loved her and was shocked. I had never really loved anyone before, or at least had never consciously admitted it to myself. I came to a complete halt in lovemaking. I was stunned at this development. 'She was a nun for Christ's sake. There was no future in this, none. There had to be something . . .'

"Megan I... I love you. I really do!"

"I've always loved you too. Since forever!"

We turned to one another and kissed, trying to make up for all the lost time. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, pushed it back out and invaded her mouth. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. We explored every nook and cranny possible then parted momentarily to regain some air in our respective lungs before renewing the kiss.

"Oh, I've dreamt of this moment James."

"You're a nun; you shouldn't have nasty thoughts like that."

"I'm a woman too. And while I've led a chaste life... except for back then with you..."

"Yes?"

"Desire...it's always there like temptation, trying to lead me astray from my God. But until today you were only in my thoughts... a mischievous dream or fantasy."

Megan's hands were roaming my body as if trying to memorize each detail.

"This isn't a dream Megan."

"I know. God help me I know."

"Easy girl," I said, wiping her tears away with my fingertips. That done, I moved on, tracing my way down to the furrow between her breasts.

"Oh! James, that's soooo nice."

"There are a million nice things about you Megan. Have I told you that I love you for each and every one of them?"

"You say the nicest things."

"You are the nicest thing," and I commenced licking a trail from her hip to her inner thigh.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Delving through her blanket of fur, I located her labia and drew a thick lip into my hungry mouth. Her body twitched. Eventually after a long languid search, I found her clit and after licking it for a second or two, caught it between my lips and just sucked. Megan came almost instantly. It was as if her orgasm had been stored up for this moment. I let her soar in the clouds for a while then asked, “Do you want to continue?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"What kind of speak is that for a nun?"

"I'm not wearing my habit at the moment."

"You're not wearing anything at the moment."

"Not true. My heart's out there for the world to see."

"Will you be leaving the sisterhood?" I asked although fearful of her response.

"I don't know James. I will be giving it a great deal of thought after tonight though." Then she smiled and said, "But let's play while we can, all right?"

"Okay! Come on, sit up on my face."

"Ewe! You are soooo nasty!" She said as she lithely moved so that she hovered above me.

"Like this?"

"Yes, but hold still for a moment. I want to look at your pussy."

"My pussy?"

"Vagina."

"Ah, that's what it's called, eh?"

"It has many names, but pussy suits you fine."

"So how does my . . . pussy look? I've never really had a good look at it."

"We'll hold a mirror to it later so you can see for yourself, but it looks incredibly edible right now." And I grabbed her ass and pulled her down to my waiting mouth.

At the touch of my tongue wriggling past the tight clam of her swollen cunt she began to squirt. A translucent juice with no discernible flavor washed over my eager lips and tongue.

As I rubbed my cheeks against her thighs, I could smell her, a subtle scent, slightly sharp, rather indescribable. I've never been able to put words to the exact taste and scent of a woman before. I began to kiss along the dusky lines where her thighs meet her cunt. Her hands were atop my head, massaging my scalp, and my back arched as an intense shiver traveled down my spine.

I spread her apart and for the first time really got a view of her pussy. It was beautiful and I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, which emerged from its hiding place, as I tongued her.

Megan moaned, "Soooo good!" Then lost her voice. She couldn't make a sound even though her mouth was open. She just kept inhaling, more and more, sucking air desperately as the sensations intensified to the very brink of pain. Her hands tore at my hair as she ground her cunt into my face. I entered her with two fingers, twisting within her tightness until I could go no further. I could feel the molten walls of her cunt, glowing and slick, pulsing against my fingers as I withdrew them. My tongue slithered in their wake, brushing against the delicate membranes of her labia, ever deeper as she trembled above me. Her taste rolled down my tongue and into the back of my mouth. But she tasted disturbingly bitter; bitter enough to give me pause, because it didn't make sense that a woman this incredible could leave me feeling sour.

Her voice returned with a loud shriek as my juice-slickened finger wormed its way into her shuddering ass.

"Oh! I remember we used to do this... “And her voice choked off.

"Try to relax; I don't want to hurt you at all."

"James...” she panted, "I feel...”

My lips fastened on her stiffened clit and she started to come. I fucked her ass with my finger and alternated licking her cunt and clit. She continued coming in what appeared to be an unbroken stream of orgasms. Her back arched and her eyes rolled up in her head as she exploded. I relented and pulled my finger from her ass and stopped mouthing her and waited for her shuddering to subside.

After a minute or so her eyes opened and she found mine. "Unbelievable!" she whispered.

"Was it good for you?" I asked, kidding her.

"Unbelievable."

"I never knew anything could feel so good. Oh, thank you!"

"For what?"

"For making me so incredibly happy."

"Megan, we're hardly started."

I slapped my hardon against her stomach to re-enforce my comment.

She groaned. "That's right, you haven't.." Tears rolled down her face.

"Hey don't fret about it. Megan we have most of the night, there's no sense in rushing things and exhausting ourselves."

"But I want you in me," she pouted and more tears followed.

"Okay."

"She beamed at me.”Really?"

"Really. Now why don't you get on top of me?"

Megan clambered over my body and squatted above my loins.

"Grab my cock and insert it in you, then just ride my pole up and down for a while."

An incredible feeling swept through my body as she clasped me in her hand and rubbed me against her.

"Are you wet enough?"

"Wet enough? I feel like the ocean is pouring out of me. The sheets are soaked and so are we."

"Did I ever tell your ... um ...."

"Cock."

"... Your thingy feels like velvet?"

"Velvet, eh?"

"Ummm."

"Gonna slip it in?"

"Soon."

Megan said dreamily. "I just love the feel..."

Then my emotions began to run riotously as she sank down upon me, taking half of my dick in with her first stroke. I groaned.

"Feels so nice... soooo hot!" She murmured, leaning forward to bite my nipple. She giggled. "A taste of your own medicine," she laughed and bit the other.

I jerked upward and sent my cock deeper and she couldn't help but groan aloud.

"Great! James you've filled me to the bursting point. I can feel your heart throbbing down there." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her long hair dangling down her shoulderblades close to the base of her spine.

"Mmmmm, that's you stretching me, filling me."

"Uh huh."

And with an excruciatingly slow movement, Megan began to move her hips, wriggling them sensuously, savoring the feel of my dick going deeper and deeper into her. Shaking under the waves of pleasure sweeping across her torso Megan canted forward and rested her hands on my chest.

My hands reached up and began playing with her tits. She bit her lip and ground her pussy hard against me. I brushed her hair from the front of her face and she sighed deeply, and then increased her riding speed, grinding her clitoris against the bony base of my cock. Through clenched teeth I heard her growl her satisfaction. I felt her cunt squeezing me as she prepared to come once again. She bent forward and crushed her tits against my ribs and her hips began to pummel me as she pounded her way to a massive orgasm.

With her first, "Oooooh!" I began to spurt my load into her deepest parts, clutching her ass for purchase to guide her faster up and down on my dick. Megan came again, hard and shuddering.

"Jesus, Megan. Your cunt is the most wonderful thing..."

Her thrashing became erratic. I could hear the slurping, sucking sounds as our bodies meshed. Her cunt contracted around me, and my balls involuntarily lurched toward her as I continued to erupt inside her. Finally I was completely spent, but Megan wasn't. She trembled through five or six smaller orgasms before collapsing upon me.

We dozed for twenty minutes, wrapped in one another's arms.

"I've wanted this with you for so long," she breathed huskily. "You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted you."

"If I compare my own longing with yours I think I have some idea," I prattled.

She blinked and tried to raise her head to look at me. She was trembling with that effort.

"What?"

"I've wanted you, too."

"But why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I didn't know any better at the time. It took a couple years until I realized what I'd lost and...”

"Go on, say it."

"Tonight, I knew it for sure tonight when I saw you again."

"And now I'm unattainable," she lamented.

"No! Tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not. I'm married to God and his church."

"You can leave it can't you?"

"It's not that easy."

"But we just..."

"We sinned and I don't know if I'll ever be forgiven."

"How could God not forgive you?"

"Don't make light of this James," and she reached for the sheet and pulled it over her nakedness.

I was really shaken, could I have fallen in love with a girl I couldn't marry?"

Changing tactics, I said with as much sorrow as I could muster, "Then we can't make love again?"

"I... don't think it would be in our best interest."

"So... you won't be staying the night?"

"I'm sorry James, no I won't. I want to... but I can't. The temptation is..." She sat up, using the sheet to cover her body.

"All right," I conceded the point. "But you can't go back to your room like that. Go take a shower so that if you meet someone in the hall they won't know what we were just doing."

"I guess," Megan said and got up still clutching the sheet and walked barefooted to the bath.

I gave her two minutes then followed. I strode into the large shower naked.

"Get out!" She cried angrily, but her eyes weren't angry at all. I took her in my arms and kissed her and knew I'd won her when she relaxed and slowly opened her mouth to accept my tongue.

"Let me help you get to those hard to get places," I whispered.

"Damn you," she said. But followed it with a small smile. My hand caressed her ass as I soaped her. Her hand fondled my balls in return. I was almost fully erect as we rinsed off and Megan dropped slowly to her knees.

"Going to pray for us Sister?"

"Fuck you," she said with bitter sarcasm and took my dick in her hands and began to slowly tease the head of my cock with her tongue. I was fully erect now and smiled down at her as she opened her mouth and took me between her lips. All the while her brown eyes were focused on my face. In what seemed like just a few minutes Megan's head was bobbing on my cock. She kept looking at my face and finally I could take the scrutiny no longer and threw my head back and smacked it against the shower stall.

"Are you okay?" she asked her eyes wide with concern.

"Yeah... sure... don’t stop. Don't ever stop."

She nodded and returned to licking my cock. She was no longer staring up at me.

I groaned as her nails scraped my balls and sucked in my breath when she started to lick my scrotum all the while pumping my cock with her hand. I was close and had to return the favors, so I reached down and tugged her up, lifting her by the armpits.

Her eyes were clouded and she seemed to be dazed, not knowing exactly where she was.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine, James."

I turned her to the wall and grasping her around the waist, aligned my dick with her cunt and rammed it home. Instantly we were fucking as if the world was about to end. Her hands were against the shower wall and her head was bent to her waist allowing her to stick her ass out toward me. I seemed to fuck her like a madman for hours, but it had to be just a few short minutes before Megan came. I continued humping her until she twisted away and slithered down my body until she had my dick in her mouth again.

The water continued to cascade down upon us and I remember thinking 'it's washing away our sins,' as I watched her head bob up and down on my pole. Megan teased the head of my cock with her tongue, licking around the crown until I was squirming above her. 'Where the hell had she learned to give head like this,' I wondered as she slid her wet lips up and down, up and down until my cock was completely bathed in her saliva.

Every once and a while she'd look up at me and swallow me whole. Then she'd drag her lips slowly up my cock until just the head was captured inside her mouth. Her tongue teasing my most sensitive spot, right under the head of my dick. I lost it and grabbed her head in both hands and fucked her mouth until I thought I'd blow the top of her head off.

She was a swallower. Took it all, even used her tongue to lick my cock like a popsicle teasing me by allowing my come and her spittle to stretch out between her tongue and my cock. My cock was sore now, but I didn't care. She looked up at me and smiled. Then licked a small residue of my come from her lower lip.

"Maybe I can share you," she said tauntingly.

"What?"

"You know, share... like I continue to serve as a nun for say... fifty weeks a year and then we spend a week sinning together. How does that sound?"

"I want you all to myself Megan." I felt an emptiness gnawing at my gut.

"I can't leave my church and my mission... my promises, vows... I can't do it James. I do love you... and this is breaking my heart, but that's the best I can offer you."

We were silent for several minutes, left to our own thoughts.

"If that's all I can have you for than I accept. But I warn you; every time we're together I'll try to get you to change your mind."

A beatific smile touched her face. "That's what I hoped you'd say. The challenge will help me for the long periods you're not with me."

There was another brief period of silence before Megan said, "I guess I should leave now. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," I responded forlornly. "Until the next time then," and took her in my arms and held her until she extracted herself, got dressed and started to leave.

"James?"

"Yes?"

"I have two weeks vacation in late July."

"That's only a couple weeks from now!" I was elated.

"I was thinking, maybe we could meet in Wildwood?"

"That would be wonderful."

"I'll write you a note; tell you where I'm staying. You had better get a different hotel for appearances sake."

"Oh, I will, I will."

And she was gone.

Believe it or not, I cried myself to sleep.

NOTE: This was written way back in 2001. that accounts for the taste in musical selections.
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