Discovering Meg

Discovering Meg

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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A short story book co-written by Megalips and Storywriterx Started out her telling me a secret and developed into this. It's in there somewhere. See if you can discover it. Please leave a coment for the two of us on each chapter you read.

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A short story book co-written by Megalips and Storywriterx
Started out her telling me a secret and developed into this.
It's in there somewhere.
See if you can discover it.
Please leave a coment for the two of us on each chapter you read.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Megan in the pool

Author Chapter Note

Meeting Megan while she was on a vacation in Florida and discovering her secret.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 04, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 04, 2016

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Chapter I

“How did you find me?”

 You slipped up against me in the water, tiny waves lapping between our bodies as I folded my arms over the white concrete at the edge of the pool. You were behind me. I could feel you. Your hard cock pressed through the thin fabric of your swimsuit, burying itself into the cleft of my ass. We were almost alone by the water’s edge, the pool nearly all to ourselves. My husband was at arm’s length, stretched across his lounge chair with his hat covering his face. He was out.

 “It wasn’t all that difficult,” you responded. I felt your arm snaking around my waist. Aside from two small kids with their mother at the far end, the vicinity had been deserted. “It just took a little persistence...some effort, that’s all.”

 “This is so fucking dangerous for me. You know that don’t you?” I kept my eyes glued on my husband. It was getting late. Practically everyone, including my hubby’s family, had headed in for the showers in preparation for evening activities. The sun was too low for tanning, creeping down in an orange glow over a horizon of palm trees.

 “Somebody will be out here shortly to look for us, and I can’t freaking believe he’s sleeping so soundly,” I continued, expecting you to somehow acknowledge my concern. Instead, your arm made its way up my torso until your hand was cupping my left breast through my turquoise bikini top. You slipped your fingers underneath and the fabric lifted, completely exposing me. My nipple was aching and tight. By breasts felt full. With the friction of your forearm, you lifted the remainder of my top to my neckline, baring both my mounds to the cool Florida breeze. They responded with pinpoint attention, and I let out a low groan.

 “I gave him a little help snoozing,” you whispered, pulling back my brown curls and nudging your lips against my ear. Your breath was warm and seductive.

 “What the hell are you talking about?” Ordinarily, I would have snapped such a question like a whip, but circumstances as they were, I could barely moan my inquisition. I turned slightly to look back at you, and your eyes glued to mine without apology.

 “Don’t worry about it,” you quietly reassured. “He’ll be alright. It’s just so we could get a few seconds, that’s all.”

 Just an hour before, you had appeared out of nowhere, walking around the side of the pool like you owned the place and casually taking a seat beside my husband after studying me intensely. He hadn’t noticed you looking. Then, there was the casual conversation, totally ignoring my existence except for an occasional ogle in my direction. The two of you shared drinks. You talked about Canada. He talked about fishing and hunting. He thought your accent was interesting. I was wetting my bikini bottoms, the solid melding of blue/green material brightly shining my little indiscretion like a beacon of lust. How did you know who I was? Where did you come from?

 I finally had to fold out of my chair, tiptoeing towards the steps at the shallow end, and then slipping into the cool, clear blue liquid with all the silky elegance I could muster while your eyes bore down on me from afar, studying me. You could see me completely - my miniature breasts, the wanton wet spot between my legs, and the thing I hadn’t told you.

 I smoothed into easy laps, alternating my stroke with every turn and gathering quick glances as I tilted my head for air. Some minutes later, the two of you were quiet. My husband’s hat was draped over his face, and you were reclining, eyes closed. I paddled my way slowly to the side, only feet away from you both. I laid my arms crossways over the rough concrete, inconspicuously lifting myself to observe your features. Your eyes suddenly opened, catching me by such surprise that I fell backwards with a splash, and you laughed in earnest. My husband never moved.

 Embarrassed, I watched you carefully slide from your chair. Two quick steps and you were on me, easing your body down beside me like a blanket. “So what’s this?” Your eyes glared at something under the water and your hand followed, rolling your palm softly over my bump.

 “What’s it look like?” I was poised for anything… just about any response. You smiled knowingly, though more curious than upset. I was somewhat relieved. I can’t say why.

 “When did this happen?” Your voice was lower than before, more direct and authoritative. “Back in March, actually. It’s a long story, sort of.” I took a quick look at my husband, still and oblivious.

 “You weren’t going to tell me?” For the first time since we met you seemed upset, though not necessarily angry.

 “I wasn’t sure how you would take it, so I didn’t want to bother you with it. And I certainly never expected you to show up here and find out about it!” I turned away, looking at my husband with my back to you. I felt your hands on my arms, sliding up and down their length. It felt nice. They were warm and strong. You pressed up against me. That’s when I felt it - your cock in my crack. That’s when you lifted my top. That’s when you played with my nipples. That’s when I lost control.

 “We can’t be out here doing this in broad daylight,” I said. You ignored me. You pulled off my top completely, alternating your right hand from one breast to the other as your left hand headed for my bottoms. Hooking a finger into the elastic band, you pulled them down to mid-thigh level and reached between my legs. Your fingers lightly roamed across my smooth crevice, toying with my lips, plying them open with scissored perfection. Your palm pressed up against my pussy, the heel of your hand grinding my clit. Even in the water you could feel the slippery essence of my arousal, something more powerful than the fear of discovery.

 “Turn around and look at me, Meg!” You kept your voice low so as not to alarm me. As I turned, you used your foot to push my bottoms to my ankles. “Let me have them,” you demanded calmly. I stepped out and they floated to the surface on their own, where you collected them and tossed them in your vacated chair.

 “Holy fuck, Ron! What if somebody comes? What if my husband wakes up?” You gave me no answer other than to toss my floating top in the same manner and direction, both now well out of immediate reach. Your mouth came crushing down over mine, lips tight, warm, and wet. Your tongue danced across my incisors, then probed deeper still, tasting my resistance. It must have been to your liking. I let myself go as you explored me there. You knew it was my weakness, and the heat of your aggression was paralyzing.

 Your hands found my tiny breasts, squeezing them gently and rolling my raspberry nipples between your fingers. “They’re so dark,” you noted in a quick glance.

 “I know,” I murmured. They just keep getting darker. I saw your eyes open wide and your pupils dilate slightly as you continued to pull and play with my nubs. “What is going on here?” You seemed completely intrigued and surprised.

 “I’m starting to leak, Ron. My tits feel so full all the time. It’s really too early, but it’s happening anyway.” I waited a moment, hesitant to ask, but the wanting got the better of me. “Can you suck them, Ron? I mean, will you? I can’t promise you what will happen.”

 You leaned down and began to lick my titties, the tip of your tongue circling my maroon buds on either side. The sensation was incredible. You slipped a finger inside me, pushing deep and hard into my sloppy wetness – then a second finger, prying my tight pussy open as my head tilted back against the edge of the pool, and my hair feathered into a watery fan. By now, I had forgotten my nudity. By now, I had forgotten my fear. All I could think of was the heat and the burn of your fingers inside me, your thumb swirling around my swollen clit, and the perfect placement of your digits against my G-Spot. I was going to climax, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

 “Fuck, Ron, you’re gonna make me cum!” I was trying to warn you if for no other reason than I hoped you would remember. I hoped you would remember what I’ve told you. You barely did. But in a millisecond’s notice, you covered my mouth - the slightest scream emerging just before you did … then, the muffled cry and the heaving, the bucking and splashing.

 My arms strained around your neck, flexing and pulling, then briefly relaxing before the next wave would come. I was pushing my cunt into your hand, forcing your fingers deeper. My head was spinning, dizzy in ecstasy with my wet hair flying all around you like a boat sail unleashed in a hurricane.

 It lasted a while. You held me, kissing me on my gaping mouth between squeals, then covering my trap with your hand as your tongue proceeded down my neck and over my clavicles. You felt my pussy gripping your fingers. You felt how tight I was. You felt me finally settle down, everything going limp and soft. Everything but your cock.

 “I’m going to fuck you now, Megan,” you said resolutely. “I’m gonna fuck you right in front of your husband, right in broad daylight. Somebody will probably see us. I’m gonna fuck you anyway.”

 “I know you are, daddy. I want you to.” You gave me that smile, your lips curling slightly on the edges and those pretty white teeth. I felt your hands on my ass, effortlessly lifting me up in the water. I wrapped my legs around your waist, my cunt properly positioned; my labial lips flowered open and ready. The tip of your cock flickered against my blossom as you teased me. “That’s for all the teasing you’ve given me,” you smirked.

 “Please, Ron, just shove it in. Just fuck me, daddy!” With that, you plowed into me, my tight walls stiff and resistant despite my gooey wetness. My sugar walls moulded around you, massaging your member like a well oiled fist, jerking you off. The expression on your face let me know. I could tell it was all you could do to keep from cumming. But you held on. You kept it slow, pushing in and out all the way to the hilt, your balls softly patting my asshole as you elevated my body completely from the water. The air was cool against my damp skin. I kept my legs locked around you. The head of your cock jolted my cervix as you picked up speed.

 That’s when you leaned down to suck me. You bent way over, your lips planted over my right nipple, and I could feel it – my milk releasing. I could feel you drinking it. Looking down, I could see it – the creamy white trickle running down my little mountains. You moaned and slurped, slurped and moaned, catching as much as you could.

 I was in Heaven as you bounced back and forth, leaving one nipple’s milk to dribble down my breast as you directed your attention to the other. Meanwhile, you pumped your solid eight inches in and out of my throbbing snatch like a piston. The sensation just made my milk flow harder and heavier, a parody of the cream that coated your cock as I painted you thick with your every thrust. I was a mess of secretions, and you were draining me dry. You watched it all drip out of me, pearly droplets into a clear oasis.

 “Play with yourself,” you whispered. “What?” I was gasping. My glance was confusion, but your eyes pointed the way. “Down there?” I asked. You nodded.

 “If he wakes up,” I instructed, taking a quick look back at my husband while gulping for oxygen, “just drown me. I won’t be able to deal with it.” You remained serious, expression fixated on my nakedness as if reminding me of my orders. You knew I would willingly comply. There was no doubt.

 I slid my hand over my belly, down to the pouting pelvic mound of my sex, almost prepubescent in appearance. My little fingers circled my pea sized nodule, exposing its pink from under a slick shiny hood. It was as tight and congested as my mummeries, equally sensitive. You stood up to watch as I rubbed it, your cock still stretching my slit with your thickness. Your hands now wrapped around the small of my back as you balanced me on your pole.

 “You like to watch?” I purred, pursing my lips against the tremor that was tantalizing my body. I wasn’t cold. It was the seismic rigor before an earthquake of convulsions. You could only wonder how many times I could actually climax, how many orgasms you could witness before I finally passed out. It was more than obvious that I was about to have another.

 “Yes,” you responded. “Rub it hard, Megan. Rub it fast.” And I did. And I came. And I squirted my warm liquid, splattering at the base of your rod as my eyes rolled back and my muscles let loose, every fiber of my being in a state of explosion.

 You watched me flatten out across the water like a snow angel, suspended on the surface by the strength and depth of your penetrating cock, my arms flailing like broken wings. My cunt gripped you and sucked you in my orgasmic rage, just as you might imagine my mouth could do.

 Your balls, tight in their sack, unloaded in a fury of blasts, coating the walls of my cunt with your sweet clingy icing that frothed around our coupling like a warm cappuccino, delicious and bubbly. I could feel the heat of it against my cervix, that sloppy satisfied sensation of being well fucked. As your manhood softened, the stuff drizzled out of me like a faucet’s trickle, forming smoke rings in the water.

 “Kiss me, Ron,” I whimpered, our bodies interlocked, sinking into cool release. I was afraid to look around us, leaving the chore to your discretion. You scanned the landscape as you held me.

 “Let’s go float in the lazy river,” you suggest


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