Meeting Megan

Meeting Megan

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Genre: Erotica

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Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: May 27, 2016

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Megan came into my life via the internet. We met at a writer's website and we sent messages and comments on the others work. By the end of a couple months, the messages contained a lot of adult themes only meant to be titillating and not informative. One day I asked if I could come see her for a few days to do some very nasty things. To my great surprise and delight, she sent me her address. I was and still am honored that she would place so much trust in me. A couple months after that, even though she was married, she secured a number of days in a row and after two more annoying months later, we were able to synchronize our schedules.
After 1 flat tire, 2 longs days on the road and only 3 hours of sleep the night before, I arrived in her small town. Wouldn't you know it! When I stopped to use a toilet, this strong gust of wind blew away the piece of paper with her address on it. It was swept away so fast I couldn't see where it went. I looked up, down, and all around and no paper until I saw it come to rest in a well manured pasture under the wheels of a farmer's tractor. The only thing I could remember about her address was that it was on Franklin Street.

I found Franklin Street easily enough and drove up and down hoping I could remember the number. I was driving down the street wanting to

curse the Fates for the bad luck, when I got the surprise of a lifetime. Megan says, “I've been walking behind your car all the way down the street. You're going the wrong way. I live at the other end.” She hopped in the passenger seat. “Back to my place to get my car.”

I took my small backpack out of my car. I wondered, “Am I going to follow you?”

“No. I'll drive. Where we're going has a lot of winding roads. It's almost impossible for someone who hasn't been there to follow or find it on their own. The specific spot is very secluded and so I can scream freely as I often do.”

After many twists and turns in the roads, they arrived. “You sure were right about the winding roads.”

This is my most favorite place in nature. It's on the edge of a National forest and not many people know about it. We should be able to do a lots of those nasty things we've talked about.”

“How long do we have?”

“My husband works nights and he went in early, so let's say

elevenish.”

“That should be enough time for me to find out what kind of dirty girl you are.”

“We're going to that stand of pines.” She drove into the middle of pine trees. It hid us well and our privacy was 100%. “I'll get the blankets and you get your bag of tricks,” she said then. She was on her hands and knees smoothing out the blanket, when I noticed she had a perfect bottom. “Hold that position, Megan. I think your bottom is perfect from this angle.”

“Oh, please! Perfect for what? Sitting?”

“There's that, too. I was thinking of spanking. Are you ready for your induction?”

“Induction?”

“Your induction as a new member of the Sorority of Very Hot and Spankable Women.” I took her jeans and panties down as she said, “Oh, yes. Of course!” Before the words were out of her mouth, my paddle met her bottom.

“Ow!” she exclaimed.

“Too hard?”

“No. I like it. I was just taken by surprise is all.”

I gave her six swats altogether, three on each cheek. Her pussy was as wet as any I've ever seen, so I gave her my oral best. I could tell she came twice by the little shudder I could feel through my tongue.”

“Is that all, Sweetie. I've always have another something that requires a hard dick.”

“I see, Dirty Girl.” I plunged my hardness into her very wet and eager pussy and miracle of miracles, after delivering a load, I was still hard!

She noticed it and said “If you want it again, go for it.”

“I did want it again with this sweet slut and I let myself go and slammed her again. We were both thoroughly satisfied and laid down together and held each other close and played a little until we had to leave. With that, I said 'Your initiation is complete, Sweet Megan. . . . .

 

“So that's my dream, Les. You're the counselor. What do you think it means?”

“Why ask me. You know it means. You're in need of a woman, of course. Perhaps for a weekend and I'm going to take my wife on a romantic weekend. No charge for today.”

 


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