By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2001
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 . . . no! There had to be something . . .'
