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My name is Megan. I am an extremely beautiful woman in her 30’s. About three years ago I moved from the big city, along with my family, to explore what it would be like to live in a small town. My twin sister Maria, whom I am very close to, along with her family moved here too. I have slowly grown accustomed to the dramatic change of pace but have embraced my new lifestyle very well. It is kind of refreshing to walk into the post office and know many of the faces of the customers standing in line next to me and the names of all of the people who work there. That certainly isn’t how it was in Chicago!

I never thought I’d be a part of it but I am often seen at the local PTA meetings. My sister and I normally attend them together but on this particular night I am alone. I mentioned my beauty before and it might have come across as arrogant. If truth be told, however, I am just stating the facts. Both my sister and I are amazingly beautiful. When we walk into a room, our hard bodies are always packed nicely inside of their size eight clothing. Like clockwork, all eyes, both male and female, follow us across the room whenever we enter it. It seems our sensuality is captivating to everyone. We are built nearly exactly the same. We both have nice sized breasts, 36 C’s – unless they are enlarged during those seasons of breast feeding – and tight asses that fill out our painted on jeans perfectly. We often wear tight fitting button down blouses accented with colorful, embroidered vests. We have a style all our own. Our high cheek bones, long straight dark hair and olive colored skin lead people to believe we might be Native American when in fact we are of Mediterranean descent. While we are not identical twins, we both often hear how we remind others of Catherine Zeta-Jones, only younger and bustier. That’s quite the compliment. I think she’s absolutely gorgeous.

We are both part of the typical American family, with husbands and kids and three bedroom homes. But there is something beneath the surface that, if it were to come to light, would be shocking to the hearer.

This subject was finally broached a couple of years ago when my sister and I were out of town together at a wine tasting tour, enjoying some much needed girl time for an entire weekend. Sometime during that weekend, spurred on by several glasses, we began to confide in each other about our upbringing and the price we paid for it. Though we were raised in a good, stable home, we confessed to each other that, in spite of loving our husbands and children, we longed for so much more. More passion, more intimacy, more excitement, more exploration into the vast world called eroticism. We had no sexual experience prior to our wedding nights and very little since then. It was a great conversation that, without the help of alcohol, never would have happened. We committed that night to begin the quest to understand and experience our own carnal appetites to their fullest potential. We really didn’t know what that meant but we were willing to let our desires take over when opportunities arose.

Since that weekend, we have sought to discreetly educate ourselves regarding this whole realm of our sensuality. There was so much we were clueless about. We started out by simply using the net, investing time in websites. That definitely broadened our horizons. I didn’t know what most of the terms meant, let alone ever experiencing them. We soon found several websites that we really enjoyed and one in particular. It was filled with wonderful people, beautiful pictures and some amazing stories that, when combined together, raised our libido significantly. We also decided we needed to become a little more social, something that was never a part of our childhood or our married life. We grew up loners and have lived a hermit-like lifestyle for all of our 34 years. We have made quite a few friends around town during this season and have become quite close to a few. And these few close friends began to give us the skinny on many of the personalities in our small town.

This brings you up to speed and introduces you to a PTA meeting I attended last Thursday. Like most of them in the past, Mallory stepped up to the front and once again got on his soap box about his take on fund raising. The rest of us struggled to stay awake. He was just one in an extremely long line of speakers and I was just about done. I did hope to make it through until the meeting was adjourned so, even while Milton Mallory jabbered on, I contemplated getting up and moving to the back of the room. Just to be able to stand for a while would be of great help. Just as I was about to rise he caught my eye. Mark Flanagan got up from his seat and walked to the back of the room. Apparently he was trying to make it to the finish line as well.

There was a kitchen area in the back and he walked through the doorway, turned and faced the speaker again. I figured this would be as good a time as any to talk with the man I’ve been dying to meet. I got up and headed for the kitchen. The way I walk is sexy, if not downright seductive. My broad hips sway back and forth and there is a pronounced “Y” where my crotch meets my legs. My jeans are old school, just the way I like them, with double buttons, like on a double breasted suit, surrounding my crotch area. I think they are downright hot. I can sense that nearly every eye in the place is on me – both men and women – as I saunter on back. In the last couple of years, as I have begun to dress more provocatively, I have come to love the adulation I receive.

After walking through the door I reached for a bottle of water and leaned against the room-wide divider, looking forward as the meeting continued. We were alone in there in the kitchen and Mark was leaning on the same counter just six feet to my left, sipping from his own bottle. I knew I looked good that night and he, I might add, looked delicious. His blue jeans and tight tee shirt displayed his muscular build perfectly as his tan, handsome face turned towards me and smiled.

As I smiled back at him I realized that this was it, the moment I’d been waiting for. I had run this night through my mind over and over again for months. I was tired of fantasizing. This was the night when something was going to happen. I was fully aware that this angle allowed him to see down my blouse and take in my formidable cleavage. That was actually the point.

“So, Milton has had the same effect on you, huh?” I said as I shook my bottle of water.

“Yeah, pretty dry hon, pretty dry!” he said, taking another sip of water. As he tilted his head back to drink, with his strong tan neck staring me in the face, I became mesmerized at his dancing Adam’s apple. It was sexy! He was indeed one hunk of a man.

“My name is Megan,” I said as I extended my hand to him. I wanted to come across as a very self-assured woman.

“I’m Mark. It’s great to finally meet you!” he said enthusiastically.

“What do you mean ‘finally meet’ me. Have we seen each other before?” I said, knowing full well that we had and that I was putting him on the spot.

“Oh, well I have seen you here at the PTA meetings and occasionally around town,” he said with more confidence than I had anticipated. “I was hoping to get a chance to connect with you!”

Connect with you, what in the hell did he mean by that? The old Megan was coming back and rearing her ugly head and I hated it. Damn it! When will I break free from my dreary past? When will I ever have confidence in who I am? Come on woman, get a grip!

“Well quite frankly, I was hoping we could talk as well. I’ve heard some interesting things about you!” I said with a gleam in my eye. That’s it, remember you are a beautiful woman, I began to say to myself.

“Is that so? Well tell me more Megan, what have you heard?”

“I don’t think this is the place. We should probably continue this some other time in a more private venue.”

“Fine, let’s go then,” he said as he took my hand and promptly walked me out the back door. I was rather shocked as hand in hand he pulled me along until we came to his SUV and he opened the door for me to get in. Once we were inside he said, “There, that’s better…so…please continue!”

I was more than a little nervous, sitting in the school’s parking lot with a complete stranger. But here I was, with so many questions on my mind. The things that I heard, well, I just had to know if they were true. But first, I thought I better fill him in a little about me.

“Well let me start off by first telling you about me. My sister and I, along with our respective families, moved to town just over three years ago. Her name is Maria. We have both been married for about 10 years, each has three kids. We were raised by very conservative parents.”

“Oh I know the type,” he interrupted. “They keep you under their thumb until you are 18 or 21 or whatever and then, once the kid finally breaks loose, you go completely wild and out of control. Am I right? Did I nail it?”

“Not exactly Mark. My parents were so controlling that they never let us out of their sight. There was never any dating or partying or really any social life at all. We’ve done okay, considering our backgrounds, but we never experienced any social life at all. We had no TV, friends never came over, music was a no-no, and there were no computers or net. It was an extremely sheltered life.”

“Poor dear, you were kept chaste for your hubbies. Speaking of husbands, how did the two of you find men and settle down?”

“Well, you may not believe this, but where I come from, the parents choose the mate for their child.”

“Say what? Your folks picked your husbands. That sucks. Did they choose wisely for you? Are you happy?”

“I’m okay. The first year was tough but I think it has turned out okay. He’s a good man and he’s a good father. I guess a woman could do a lot worse.”

“What made the first year so tough?”

“Well the worst was the wedding night. Imagine sharing a bed with someone on your wedding night that you had just met just 12 hours before. Talk about awkward!”

“You mean to tell me that the first time you saw your husband was on your wedding day?” he said incredulously.

“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you. I hadn’t even talked to him until noon on that day. Not one word, not one note or chat or email, let alone a touch or a kiss…nothing until I stood at the church’s altar and he took my hand in his own. There at the altar, that was our first touch.”

“That is ridiculous! Who would do that to their own children? How in the hell are you surviving this? SHIT!”

I guess I got his attention. I had just told my story and it was all true, every single word. The wedding night was a bitch. I knew nothing about sex and he knew little more. We fumbled in the dark for what seemed like hours, and, in some real sense, we’ve been fumbling ever since.

“It’s okay, actually. Let’s just say I’m doing the best with the cards I’ve been dealt.”

“Wow, this sounds like a nightmare, or like some crappy movie you’d watch on the Lifetime channel. I can’t imagine this kind of life!”

“Don’t feel sorry for me, really, it isn’t that bad,” I said, trying to turn the conversation with my new friend in a new direction. If it sounded that bad to him I must be stronger than I’ve given myself credit for!

“So tell me, what in the world could you find so interesting about me and my life. I am so vanilla compared to you! What have you heard about me that interests you?”

“Well, first of all, I heard that you were divorced…why is that?” I asked boldly.

“I was married for seven years and, well, she just found my appetite a bit too much.”

“Appetite, what appetite? You’re in perfect shape Mark. Did you use to be fat?” I asked coyly. I knew where this was heading, I just wanted to hear him say it.

“If I must be blunt honey, I’m talking about my sexual appetite. She was a good girl who just couldn’t get used to being married to a bad boy, with all his ‘evil’ needs. She wanted someone she could tame and I’m not the type of guy a woman can tame.”

“What did you want to do that she didn’t like?”

“It would be easier to list what was okay with her than to list what she didn’t want to do. She was fine if all you wanted was the missionary position, have it last no more than five minutes and have to do it no more than once a month. I’m sorry but that doesn’t describe a marriage or a healthy sex life. That pretty much describes celibacy!”

My mind was racing as I tried to picture where this sexy man would like to take a lover of his. He had just described my sex life. I knew it was boring, but I had nothing to compare it to. That was the only thing my husband Peter ever wanted: five minutes in the missionary position. Until a couple years ago, I didn’t even know we were in the missionary position! I didn’t know all of the various positions a man and woman could partake in. Thank goodness for the net. At least I know some of the others now! I still don’t know much about sex but I do know some of what I’ve been missing and longing for. Two years ago, after a little bit of study time in front of the monitor, I learned about how a woman achieves orgasms. Damn are they nice! I was over 30 years old before I ever had one. Now I have at least one a day, thanks to my trusty hand, and no thanks to my husband!

“So, have you remarried Mark?” I asked.

“No I haven’t, not really sure I ever will. I like my freedom now and am not sure if I’d ever give it up.”

“So, tell me, how do you take care of yourself then? Do you have a girlfriend?” My heart was quickening now, anticipating where our conversation was heading. I have never spoken so boldly outside of my sex talks with Maria. My left leg was folded beneath my ass, my jean-clad legs spread facing my handsome friend. The conversation really had me going now as I felt my panties begin to dampen.

“If you must know Megan, I see several women every week. They come over to my place and we have a good time together. That’s how I’m taken care of.”

“Wow several women every week. You do have quite the appetite!” I couldn’t believe I just said that. “Yeah, and I’ve heard about your place Mark. It is quite…shall we say…unique?”

“You could say that. It is a very special place. You’ll have to come by and see it sometime. I’d love to show you around!”

“I bet you would. So, when’s a good time? How about tonight?” I asked. I am glad the car was dark. I could feel my hands were trembling with excitement.

“First off, you’re a married woman, and you have kids at home,” he said through his sexy smile.

“No problem. Peter is out of town and Maria can watch my kids tonight. Next rebuttal Mark?” I said smiling back at him.

“Fair enough Megan. Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, no one comes to my house unless they are going to stay at my house. Are you going to be staying with me tonight Megan?” he said, as direct as could be.

I gulped hard, perhaps loud enough for him to hear. The silence might also have brought the sound of my rapidly beating heart to his attention as well. “Can I just take a look at it Mark? I’d love to just see your place,” my voice tailed off.

“Okay, call your sis and if she’ll watch them I’ll show you,” he said as I felt my pussy begin to throb. I got out of the car and, before calling Maria, told him I’d get my car and follow him over.

“Hey girl, can you watch the kids overnight for me? I know, I might be home later, but hopefully not! Don’t worry hon, I know what I’m getting myself into…I think! I’ll call you later. Kiss my babies for me!” Maria was definitely questioning my intelligence as I hung up the phone and began to follow his black 4 X 4 to the house.

I had no idea where he lived but as we approached his home I could tell why he picked this location. He had quite the spread, his closest neighbors a hundred yards away or more. It was a large two story home with a four car garage. It was very beautiful.

As he unlocked the door and we went inside he asked for my coat and hung it in the closet.

“Let me show you around!” he said as he took my hand and walked me room by room throughout the house. I loved the feel of his warm, thick hand in mine. I’d never held another man’s hand until tonight. It was a wonderful place and decorated like a model home. As we walked the hallway upstairs I was introduced to five gorgeous bedroom suites, with the master suite at the end of the hall. It was huge, probably four or five times the size of the bedrooms in my home. I loved the way it looked. It screamed of his masculinity including the mirrored walls and a mirror on the ceiling above the bed.

“Oh, that looks interesting…” I said as I tried to envision all that the mirror had witnessed over the years. Oh to be a fly on his wall! I took notice again of my nectar as it dripped from my cunny into my boy shorts. I was getting extremely turned on.

As the tour ended I must admit I was a little bit disappointed, though I didn’t say anything. I was expecting a little bit more.

“So how do you like it? Does it meet with your approval?” he asked me.

“Ah yes, it is very nice.” I said. “I love the way you have decorated it!” I guess he was expecting a little more of a reaction.

“You act like you were expecting more.”

“Well, actually, I guess I was. I’ve heard stories, been hearing them since I arrived here, about your place. Though each description was pretty vague, I was expecting something to jump out at me when I saw it. Nothing did. I really like it though Mark.” As I looked at him I could tell the wheels were turning, that he was mulling something over in his mind. Finally he decided.

“Fuck it, I’ll show you what you want to see,” he said as he grabbed my hand and we headed back down the stairs.

“If you don’t want me to see it, you don’t have to show it Mark. I can just go,” I said emphatically.

He ignored what I said and just kept pulling me. At the base of the stairs we traveled again down the hallway and came to a door, one I had earlier assumed was just a closet. It was the entryway into another hallway and, finally to another stairwell that went down to a basement. As we commanded the last stair and stood together in the hall he turned and acknowledged that it was here that has caused all the commotion. I walked down the hall and opened the door. Set before my eyes was the most amazing, best appointed gym I have seen outside of a, well, gym. It was the size of three or four two-car garages, had very high ceilings, mirrors everywhere, chrome weights, the finest equipment, etc., etc. It would rival any Gold’s Gym, maybe even better. The pictures that lined the walls were of gorgeous female athletes and fitness models striking a multitude of sexy poses. It once again screamed of his sexuality.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked.

“I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew it was something amazing and, damn, this is amazing!” I said.

“You haven’t seen anything yet!” he said as he took my hand and led me to the far side of the room. The first door he opened was a walk in shower built to easily accommodate six to eight people. The second was the entry to a very large sauna. The third brought you to a combination room. On one side of the room was an extra large tanning booth and on the other a massage area that included two tables. I guess I looked at them quizzically.

“That way, we can do couples massages!” he said proudly.

“Wow, this is almost beyond description. I love this! No wonder you’re in such great shape. You don’t even have to leave the house!”

“You still have to do the work Meg. Fitness doesn’t just happen!”

One door remained, some 15 feet from me.

“Is that just a closet?” I inquired.

“No Megan, that is not a closet, far from it,” he said forcefully.

“Can I take a look?” I asked as I walked over and placed my hand on the handle.

“I will allow you to look in. Just so you know no one has ever just looked in this room before. Once that door is opened and the woman goes in, all bets are off. There is no turning back. From that point on I am in control. However, I will allow you to just look inside. You may look but be sure you do not step a foot inside the door,” he warned me.

My heart was pounding again as he opened the door, walked in and turned on the lights. I was staring into another large room, maybe half the size of the gym, but still quite substantial. If I thought that the gym was hard to put into words, the, the dungeon, or whatever this room was called, made me speechless.

“What is it? What’s it for?” I pleaded.

I looked around the room and began to take it all in. The high ceilings were open beamed and the walls were either stone or rustic wood. Every so often the walls had chains or ropes or racks or bindings attached to them. Two large king sized beds were in the center of the room surrounded by a host of tables with all kinds of kinky stuff on them: collars, whips, large feathers, paddles, masks, handcuffs, blindfolds, leather garments, gags, strap on dildos, vibrators, candles, various pumps, etc., etc. My jaw had dropped as I continued to try to grasp what I was seeing. I was so turned on, I could smell my sex. There were even two cages that were large enough to house people.

“I call it ‘the cave’ and it’s simply for pleasure. It took me years to gather the items in here. What do you think?”

“What are those for?” I asked. I was pointing to several pieces of free-standing machinery scattered around the room. Some were wooden, some steel, some padded or upholstered. All had restraints attached to them. My pussy juices were now running down my inner thighs. I felt like I was going to come.

“Do they frighten you or do you find them to be exciting Megan?”

I looked him square in the eyes as I held onto the door frame and balanced myself on the protruding steel threshold in the doorway. As I received his words I could feel my clit begin to throb, just begging for some attention. I heard my heart pound between my ears and, as I looked down toward my feet, I could see my hardened nipples poking through my blouse.

“It excites me,” I said. “I want to experience all that I have been missing,” I whispered to him breathlessly. I raised my foot, as if I was going to step beyond the threshold.

“Unless you want me to own you, don’t take another step Megan!” he said forcefully.

I bit down hard on my lower lip as I used my arms to pull myself into the room. I didn’t know what was in store for me but I was begging for it to happen.

“Megan, come here,” his voice bellowed throughout the room. I extended my hand as I rapidly walked towards him. I have never known another man but on this night, all of that would change.

“Kneel down and unzip my jeans,” he commanded.

As I knelt on the thick carpeting and raised my hand to his swollen crotch, I knew my lesson in debauchery had begun. I had never before had a cock in my mouth, something I had longed to do for many years. As the zipper came down I decided that the pants needed to drop as well. I unbuckled his belt, flipped the button and pulled them down past his knees. That was a mistake.

“Did I tell you to pull my pants down!” he shouted, forcing my head up by grabbing my face just below my jaw.

“No, I..”

“Silence! I appreciate your enthusiasm Megan but now you must understand this and understand it well: I am in control! You will obey my every word! Got it!”

“Okay, sure,” I said sheepishly.

“No, not okay, yes Sir!” he shouted while roughly shaking my head.

“Yes Sir! I will listen and obey your every word.”

“That’s better. Now continue to pull my pants and boxer briefs down. Then lick my tool as if you are worshipping it!”

I pulled everything down and out sprang only the second cock I have ever seen face to face. One of my first thoughts was, ‘Damn, I can’t believe my husband’s name is Peter. Talk about false advertisement. Now this is a Peter!’ It was so much bigger and thicker than his and it wasn’t covered with all that hair. It was shaved and it was beautiful. I closed my eyes and rubbed the hood of his circumcised cock across my lips and face. It was divine, so velvety smooth. The tiny slit had loads of clear liquid escaping from it as I took it into my mouth. It tasted good and I felt so damn nasty as I combed my tongue on the underside of his shaft. As one hand began stroking it back and forth the other began to pet his large shaved ball sack. His juices were coating my mouth continuously as I savored every stroke and every suck of his rigid dick. I had never given a blow job before and I knew from that very moment that I was already hooked on sucking cock.

“Okay, that’s good. Stand up now,” he demanded.

As soon as I was on my feet he slipped his hands inside my blouse and vest and yanked them apart, buttons flying everywhere.

“Let me see those titties, I’ve been dying to see them up close for years!”

I looked down to unhook the front clasp and noticed large spots on the cups of my bra. My youngest is but three months old and I’ve been breast feeding. I had filled a couple bottles before the meeting tonight. I guess that wasn’t enough. As the bra fell to the floor I released my breasts into his waiting hands. As he kneaded my flesh back and forth my milk began to flow onto his hands. He pulled and squeezed my nipples hard.

“Fuck Megan, I love every taste a woman has to offer but I especially love her milk!” He began to suck hard on my sensitive nipples and my milk began to flow freely. As I looked down panting, my white cream was covering my full tits, the cheeks of his face and down my stomach. He finally released them, biting them as he let go.

Before I knew it, “Ouch!” escaped my lips. He didn’t like that, he didn’t like that at all!

“Are you complaining bitch?” he yelled again.

“No Sir, I love it when you manhandle me.” And I did, it just kind of startled me. No one had every milked my tits before, nor had anyone ever treated me roughly. I was so damn close to my first come of the night.

“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.” He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my jeans and, as he stood beside me, forced his hand inside them and my soaking wet panties. He sliced a finger through my hairy mound until my clit was being pinched between his thumb and index finger and another finger slid between my lips. I could contain myself no longer.

“Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I hissed, somewhat quietly as my cum flooded his fingers and my clothing.

“Don’t worry honey, this room is soundproof. If you’d like, go ahead and scream!” he said.

“Fuck! FUCK!!!!!!” I screamed as loud as I could muster. “FUCK!” It felt so freeing to let myself go. I had never cursed while making love before. Even the scream seemed to intensify my orgasm.

“That’s it Megan. Now suck on your tits, milking them as you ride out your come,” Mark whispered as he continued to play expertly on my clit. I took my left breast in my mouth and sucked hard while pinching the right. The milk from my right tit was squirting onto Mark’s face. “That’s it babe, come for me again!”

And come I did. I was humping him back, aggressively grinding my hips into him as he finger fucked me hard. I had never come back to back before and I came twice within a three minute span. I knew that being with Mark was going to be good, but damn! When I finally began to descend the orgasmic ladder, Mark slowed his finger plowing and began to speak.

“You have a lot of pent up needs inside you, don’t you baby?” he breathed into my ear. His voice sent shudders through my body.

“We do need to take care of one more thing before we proceed though,” he said as he began to slowly peel my jeans down my legs and take them off. I stood naked except for my cum-spotted boy shorts. As he slid the shorts down my legs he knelt down in front of me. When I lifted my right leg to assist in their complete removal, it created the opening he was looking for. He quickly moved his face forward and slipped his tongue into my sultry, slick cave as he moved my left leg and placed it over his shoulder. I had never had a mouth on me before. I have never felt anything like it. He continued to lick me and suck on my clit while using his hands on my ass to thrust my cunt deeper into his face. My third come came like a bat out of hell, rocking my body so hard that I lost my balance and nearly fell on top of him. I kept grinding my swampy slit into his face as he lapped me to such a euphoric state, a place I never even dreamed possible. Fuck was it good. I looked down and saw my hands were still on the back of his head, pulling him deeper into my cunny.

“That was good Megan, very nice. I hope you liked it. But that wasn’t actually the thing I needed to take care of, I just kind of got carried away. You are a perfect sexual specimen,” he said as he stood and looked me into my eyes. “You have a body that was made to be fucked and apparently an appetite to match! Did you like that?” Did I like it? Fuck! My eyes were practically rolling in the back of my head from the pleasure of it all.

“I, I loved it Sir! You make me feel like the woman I always knew was inside of me,” I panted. I reached for his face, wanting to kiss him deeply, but he had other plans. He took me by the hand and led me to an angled table and had me sit down. My legs were spread wide and my feet were placed into stirrups. “Now just lay back and enjoy this. I am giving you a pussy makeover!”

I had never trimmed, waxed or shaved my pussy before. That was about to change. Mark trimmed the long hairs with scissors and then applied shaving cream to the remaining hair and rubbed it in. Even that felt exquisite. Come to think of it, everything felt really, really good. After lathering me up he meticulously shaved my snatch completely clean, leaving just a light triangular patch above my pubes. I wondered what Peter would do when he saw this.

He inspected my thoroughly and, once convinced that the job was complete, applied a generous portion of baby oil onto my skin and tenderly worked it in. Next he blew on my bare, smooth skin. All of these experiences were making me delirious. I had never felt so good.

“How does that feel babe? Do you like that? I must say, I am going to enjoy eating you even more now that you are bare!” I looked down and immediately thought that I had never looked sexier. My sex, in all its excitement, began to secret its juices yet again.

“I do, I do like it Sir. Thank you, you are most kind!” I answered.

“Good Megan, but now we must do a test of my work.”

“A test…” I couldn’t finish the thought as his mouth had clasped itself around my hairless pie again and was lapping and sucking it more fervently than ever before. My juices had run down first my ass cheeks and then my legs. As he chewed and sucked my engorged clit he forced two fingers inside of me and began thrusting them in and out. Finally he reached his glistening fingers upward and began to lightly probe on my rear hole, just circling and toying with my tiny rosebud. My body was building to another glorious climax as he slowly pushed his index finger inside of me.

“Have you ever had a man’s finger in your ass before Megan?” he asked as he raised his head and began to fuck me with it.

“I’ve never had a man’s finger in my pussy until tonight,” I moaned, “and have never had anything up my ass before.” That was all I could say as the throes of another hard and oh so fulfilling come took over my body. He dove harder into my cunt with his face and frantically thrusted his digit in and out of my butt. My convulsing body responded by squirting my cum into his mouth as milk tricked non-stop from my boobs. I finally reached up and sucked one into my mouth, drinking in some nourishment as it muffled my screams.

By this time we were both quite exhausted and in need of something to eat. Mark mixed us some strong drinks and, as we drank them down, we snacked on a bowl full of almonds.

“You are quite the wild one Megan. I usually don’t ask this question while still in this room but have you just about had enough for tonight?” I thought he was being right considerate, but I still had another curiosity to quench.

“I’d like to check that out. Can you show me what that one is for before I go Mark?” I asked. I had pointed to a machine that was once again angled, with ties for what I assumed to be hands.

“Okay, come on over,” he said as he began to undress and walk on over to it. Soon Mark stood naked before me and I was lusting after his gorgeous body. He sat down for a second to explain the contraption, and as he did he stroked my bare pussy with his fingers and licked and sucked my nipples in between words. Peter had never sucked my tits before (what in the hell is wrong that guy – is he gay or something?) and I soon realized that sucking them always leads me to powerful orgasms and really makes me want to fuck. As he continued to get me good and ready, he explained that the ties were for the woman’s wrists as the man lies back on the bench and the woman mounts him while standing over him. From this angle he can raise his hips and give it to her hard, with a lot of force. It was a great machine for a good, hard fucking with the woman on top and in some kind of control – albeit tied up. He also explained that there was a surprise ending as the couple fucked each other’s brains out. As he continued to finger fuck me I was about to come once again. I looked down at Mark’s cock and decided that my next come was going to happen while I was riding him. I had never come while riding a cock.

“Tie me up Sir, I want to know what a real fuck feels like,” I said, beyond the point of no return from the pleasure that was coursing through my body.

Mark stopped finger fucking me long enough to secure my wrists slightly above his head. My breasts were resting at the perfect height as he as he reached for them and sucked my left nipple in his mouth and fed me my right one. We both began sucking as my milk began to spill out. It was too much. I needed to fuck. I lowered my cunt onto his throbbing meat as he spread my lips with his fingers. Fuck, I had never before felt this close to being full. My come starting almost from the point of penetration.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I repeated over and over again. I was creaming all over his dick and practically jumping up and down on it. I had never felt so good or so fulfilled. My come went on and on for many minutes and Mark’s cock was still going strong. Boy did he love my milk, as he switched from one nipple to the other and just kept on sucking them hard.

My orgasm had ended but I was still bouncing on his cock because it felt so good. He had finally let go of my tit and reached around his head and brought a blindfold into view.

“Come here,” he said to me. As I leaned forward he said the surprise was coming soon. Completely in the dark now my pussy kept squeezing his cock and riding it towards another come. I changed my thrusting from using my legs to go up and instead stroked my hips on his cock, pushing them forwards and backwards. I liked that motion a lot. Mark let go of my tits and I could feel him reach down and scoop up some of our juices from my pussy. He then leaned forward and began to coat my puckered asshole with the hot liquid.

“Are you going to finger fuck my ass again Sir?” I asked him in the middle of my panting.

“Ah, something like that Megan. Just relax and enjoy!” he said as I heard a mechanical noise arise from the bed. He then stuck a finger in my ass again as I continued to work his cock with my tight little pussy. I heard the noise again and then, after removing his finger from my rear, I felt a hard thick object reach my back door. “Now just relax Meggie,” he said again as the mechanical cock began to take my ass.

“NO! NO!!!!!!!!!” I began to scream.

SMACK! SMACK! My ass was being hit by Mark’s hand as my asshole was being drilled by the machine.

“Relax and ride it out bitch. Remember, you are mine now!” Mark screamed as he raised his hips to thrust his cock into me harder. I could feel the pole in my ass meeting with Mark’s pole in my pussy. In spite of the initial pain, what was once hurting me began to make me hum. I was being fucked by a stranger and being fucked in the ass by his machine… and I was about to experience the biggest come of my life. Using my wrists to pull and my hips to thrust I worked my body on the double cocks until I screamed out in one more orgasm. Mark clamped onto a tit and sucked me hard as I felt is jism spray into the deep recesses of my cunt. But I just kept grinding and riding it out until I began a series of smaller comes. I fixed my attention on squeezing and milking Mark’s beautiful cock, doing my damnedest to ensure that he’d want me back in his home again soon. As his cock softened and finally fell from my gaping slit, I worked my hips backwards more, getting the most out of the long cock in my ass. I came again, solely from the cock in my ass and Mark milking my titties.

I never thought what I felt that evening was even remotely possible. I didn’t realize how blinded I was by my own past experiences. This was one night I hoped to repeat many times again.

After Mark untied my wrists, he commanded me to suck his cock and clean his balls. He didn’t even need to ask. I loved our combined tastes and it was making me horny again. He eventually had me lie down as he stood above me and fucked my mouth. Just as he was about to come he removed his dick from my lips and jerked his white seed all over my face and hair.

“You’re such a good slut Megan. I think I will have you on a regular basis!” It was my pleasure to smile back at him as I scooped his cum from my body and sucked it down my throat.

Mark walked me out to my car and on the way our tongues intertwined as I planted a long, wet kiss on his lips. “It’s been one memorable evening Mark. I will never forget it. Thank you!” I said as he closed my door. I quickly rolled down the window.

“The pleasure was all mine Megan, believe me!” he responded. “Have a good night and sweet dreams.”

“You too Mark, you too. Now, you do know my sister is going to want to meet you, right?”