Urges
After the accident Megan found her life changed in many small ways. The head trauma meant she had to relearn a few basic abilities, like how to concentrate and how to actively remember things that came as second nature once before. These small changes affected her life in all manner of ways.
One particular change however had much greater impact on her life.
Megan discovered she had a powerful, profound desire to suck cock.
All day long it churned in her mind, constantly distracting her. Every man she met she wondered what his cock looked, smelled and tasted like. It was terrible. Old men, younger men, married or tragically disfigured she didn't seem to care, all she wanted was the comforting feeling of an erect penis filling her mouth or sliding between her lips.
Before her car accident she didn't particularity care about oral sex, receiving or giving. She didn't dislike it, but the feeling of a penis between her lips was no more exciting than any other sex act.
Now however she found that the only time she felt totally calm, totally safe was with a man's member in her mouth.
It was tied directly to a powerful new anxiety she woke up with after returning from a coma.
The anxiety was that she wasn't real, that she didn't exist.
The very concept terrified her beyond reason.
It came from a paranoia that she might still be in the coma.
Her coma had lasted two weeks. When she woke up she discovered that her family had flown into town to sit vigil beside her bed. The doctor told her she would have some issues for a time, but that doing physiotherapy and mental exercises would probably bring her all the way back to normal.
Too humiliated to speak of it, Megan didn't mention her desire to suck cock. She didn't tell her best friend, her mother or her sister. It churned in her mind, tied to this fear she had whenever she was alone.
If a male friend came to visit she had to bite her tongue not to beg him to show her his cock. Unfortunately she didn't have a boyfriend so she couldn't satisfy her needs with a lover. She was too shy, embarrassed and groggy to flirt with her friends and perhaps relieve this aching need.
Megan was attractive, in a girl next door sort of way. She had sandy blonde hair that got bright gold in Summer. Her eyes were bright blue, her skin pale, translucent when she wasn't tanned, but golden when she was.
Standing five foot two she was small and petite and no-one believed she was twenty seven.
Megan was thin, almost frail some would say. Her hips were narrow and her breasts a small A cup with delicate, tight nipples. Her belly was flat and her bum round and firm, but compact.
On any given day she was told by any number of people she should eat more. Yet Megan loved food. Always had. She had a very sensitive sense of taste and enjoyed savouring interesting flavours. So she didn't have an eating disorder, she simply had a very fast metabolism. It had slowed before the accident and she had begun to gain some weight finally, but her coma shed that.
Physical rehabilitation was hard. Her body wasn't broken, but her mind's connection to it was. And she felt extreme anxiety. At any moment Megan felt she would collapse under the weight of her fears. She put on a brave face, but underneath it all was the underlying sensation that she didn't exist, that no-one knew she was there and that she was utterly alone.
Prior to the accident Megan had been a bit of a loner with many acquaintances but few close friends. She had simply been comfortable being on her own, but no longer. Now solitude terrified her. It was a slow mounting terror that took hours to manifest so it had taken a long time to understand the source.
It took even longer to associate the deep desire she had to see, touch and taste every man's cock with her fear. But when she did, when she understood that the best way to feel connected to someone was to have them inside her mouth... then her need to suck cock grew even more
profound.
The first time she gave in to this new compulsion was with her physical therapist. After an hour of intense physical exercise, trying to push her body back into the shape she had had before, Megan found her need to see what Seth's penis looked like got so intense that she simply asked him.
"Can I see your penis?" The words were uttered before she could stop her mouth from speaking such obscenity.
His blank, shocked stare alerted her to the fact that she had spoken out loud this time.
"I apologize. I shouldn't have said that. I just can't stop wondering what your cock looks like." She gaped at him. "I didn't mean to say that either. Oh god I am so embarrassed."
He looked at her for a long time, and Megan realized he was considering it. Once more she spoke before thinking.
"I'm grateful for the work you are doing with me, and I would like to show my gratitude. If you like I could suck you off. No pressure. I'm not going to stalk you or anything, I just want to do something nice for you. And me."
Saying it gave her more of a thrill than she ever would have thought it would. And his face seemed to be open to the idea, even if he wasn't speaking.
"I won't get you in trouble. I'll be as discrete as you want."
Seth just reached out and took her hand and led her from the gym to the shower room. He took her into one of the individual stalls for cleaning up and closed the curtain behind her as she squeezed into the moist stall with him.
Megan found her body trembling with need as her desire was manifesting.
Seth was a big, strong man, fit and sculpted from years of body building. Megan was usually indifferent to big muscular men, but Seth was so well sculpted and so kind and gentle that she found him even more sexy than other men his size.
Crammed into the small space with him she suddenly felt weak with sexual desire, his body driving her wild.
Dropping eagerly to her knees in the small space she pulled down his short's elastic waistband and exposed his semi-hard cock. It was average sized, she supposed, but today it seemed absolutely perfect.
Taking it in her hand she aimed it at her mouth and took it between her lips.
The second his shaft rested on her tongue she climaxed.
She had never cum so fast, and certainly not without a lot of stimulation. Yet just having his partially hard cock in her mouth set her off. The powerful climax made her shiver with lust and gush fluid into her panties.
As soon as her orgasm faded she began to work her mouth over his throbbing manhood. Nothing had ever felt as sexually charged as this illicit encounter. Slavishly devouring his member Megan swallowed him as deep as she could and pulled him all the way out to lick him up and down. She couldn't stop changing what she was doing, each change made her hornier, she couldn't get enough of his cock.
Then she lowered her mouth and slurped on his balls, loving the weight of them on her tongue and thrilled to have his soaking wet shaft resting on her cheek. She rubbed her face all around his pole and smeared her own saliva around her skin. His sweaty smell had her clit tingling and she began to touch herself with one hand as she stroked his length with her other hand, her lips exploring every inch of his dong.
