This story is about Megan once more. Most of my stories are all related to each other. Characters in one story appear in other stories. I think this is Megan's third appearance, but now her character is developing more. Hopefully you like it.
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"The big tournament is tomorrow, babe," Megan heard her bf say from the other room. She had just finished showering. A long day at work had worn her out and now she was glad her day was winding down. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought about how good her other girlfriends looked. Compared to her three closest friends, Megan was the least curvy, but in no way did that make her less womanly or less sexy. What she lacked in curves she more than made up in attitude.
Her rockin body screamed sex. The tattoos draped over her body forced you to stare, even if you tried your hardest to be a gentleman and were trying to look away.
The way she moved, though not overly sensual, still made you think of picking her up and impaling her on your dick. Her less than five foot frame made that notion quite possible.
So instead of wrapping herself with a towel, she boldly stepped out of the restroom and made her way to the living room with her slim body on display. Her pert small breasts stood high, her small tight butt flexed with each step, never jiggling too much, her slim thighs looking sexy as they waltzed over to her boyfriend, not caring that sitting down on the couch across from him was one of his friends. She straddled Brian, her boyfriend, and ground her pussy into his shorts.
"I'm fucking horny," she said sexily.
Brian threw down his control pad and put his right hand on Megan's left butt cheek, encasing her whole cheek, and squeezed it as he stood up. His middle finger was dangerously close to her tight little rosebud, and he circled his finger across the little bit of wrinkliness he was touching, causing her to push harder against his crotch.
Her legs were now wrapped around his body as he carried her off to the bedroom, shouting back to his bud, "You win!" and not even looking back in the process.
Brian's friend had also stopped playing the shooting game that would be one of the games included in tomorrow's tourney. He simply stared at and wondered if what he saw really did occur. All he could see now was Megan's sexy legs wrapped around Brian, so he tried to relive the moments before where a naked Megan came waltzing out of the restroom, still a little damp and looking sexy as hell as she strutted across the room.
He had seen a lot of porn where the women have big tits, so he was surprised he felt his cock get harder than ever at the sight of Megan's small but cute little peaches. Following the path down to her pussy was a sight to behold as he realized the carpet didn't match the curtains, now knowing for sure she painted her hair red.
Then when she straddled Brian he got to see a profile view of her small butt, but he felt himself wanting to lean over to grip her ass and squeeze it roughly.
Now he was left alone in the living room with the game still on and the sound of thumping as Brian gave Megan the good, hard fucking he wish he were giving her. Along with every thump came a moan of pleasure emanating from Megan's sweet little mouth.
"Unh, unh, unh," were some sounds coming from behind the door.
Sounds that, though it annoyed them having to hear them every day, most of Megan and Brian's apartment complex neighbors had learnt to deal with. She was such a loud moaner the people two doors down could hear her. Some guys actually liked hearing it.
"Hunh, ungh, unh," was heard in more rapid succession, letting everyone around know she was nearing climax. The thumping was also coming faster.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
It was a chorus of ungh and thumps heard over and over.
Thump, thump, ungh. Thmp, ungh, thump.
Thump-ungh, thump-ungh, ungh-thump.
Until finally, it stopped.
She was spent.
But he wasn't done yet.
She lay spent, and quite weak, but he, still rock hard, moved around and got into a better position and started slamming into her again.
Now the thumps were heard alone. It was a different kind of thump also. His new placement caused the bed to hit the wall in a different manner. Similar but different. Neither had ever thought of moving the bed further from the wall. They wanted the thumping to be heard. They wanted everyone to hear that they fucked everyday, sometimes even two or three times.
Thimp, thimp, thimp.
It wasn't uncommon to hear this sequence of events occur. They, the other tenants, all knew in a little while they'd hear a recognizable noise again.
Brian's friend was also used to hearing this. Many times he had gotten to the door to their apartment, ready to knock, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from inside. What was new to him is now he had his penis out and he was stroking himself to the sound of sexy Megan getting fucked.
"Unh," the whimpers began again.
Slowly they could be heard rising, but Brian was near climax and wanted to finish up, so with one last hard push he inserted himself all the way and shot his load deep into his sexy little girlfriend. She tried to continue fucking herself with his tool, but he was done. He let his softening cock slip out of her and presented it to her pretty face, which she eagerly gobbled up, reveling in the taste of the mixture of their juices, and touching her clit at the same time.
Brian just loved that she was such a sex kitten. Wantonly masturbating in front of him with no shame. He had never found a girl like her before.
Feeling satisfied, he pulled his cock away from her lovely mouth, and she followed it forward a little, not wanting to have it taken out. She loved his cock. Loved the texture of it, the softness, the warmth of it. She was sad for a moment as it eventually came out, but then concentrated her efforts on masturbating to get that next orgasm.
Now done, Brian grabbed his shorts and threw them on, opening the door to the living room just as he tied them up. Behind him lay Megan still naked on the bed furiously rubbing her clit, but her angle only let Brian's friend see the back of her hair since her head was closest to the door, with her feet furthest away. He also kinda saw her hand moving fast, making Megan start moaning again.
Luckily Brian's friend had covered his dick up when the moaning had first stopped. Since then he was only touching himself when Megan started moaning again, but hadn't exposed himself, since he didn't want Brian knowing was he was doing.
However, he didn't get to see much more of Megan, as Brian closed the door most of the way, leaving it just slightly ajar. Not wanting to seem too obvious, Brian's friend sat back on the couch, and 'continued' to play the shooter game.
"Ready for the tourney tomorrow?" Brian asked, but got no response.
He waited a couple seconds before asking him the same question again in a louder voice.
"Ready for the tourney tomorrow??"
"What?" his friend responded, "Oh, um, yeah. Getting there."
Then Brian sat next to him, grabbed the control pad, and added, "Sure."
For the next hour time flew as Brian wiped the floor with his friend's character, no doubt because his friend was still imagining sexy Megan in the room next door. He wondered to himself if she had passed out, or was she still friggin' herself but just in silent mode, his character on screen getting killed over and over as Brian showed no mercy.
Eventually Megan came out, wearing nothing more than one of Brian's long button-shirts. Being so small in stature, the flaps in front and around were enough to cover her girly goods, but still loose enough to show plenty of thigh and skin.
She bounded towards the couch, slipping between the two of them, not caring if the flaps showed her lovely little assets.
Once there she plopped between the two and curled her legs up, with her knees bent and facing her boyfriend, her ass away from him but towards his friend. He quickly glanced down at her butt and noticed there was no apparent underwear visible. He couldn't see her butt crack but could see a little flesh. Either it was a thong or a very small underwear. His game showed that he was thinking of something else instead of hunting for Brian and killing him.
Realizing how well he was doing, Brian started thinking about a way he could win tomorrow's tournament. It was a video game tournament involving a shooter game (like Halo), a racing game (like Need for Speed), a football game (Madden NFL), a fighting game (Mortal Kombat), a puzzle game (like Tetris), and a mystery game. The mystery game was usually older, and in the past had consisted of the old Mario Bros game where you stay on one screen and try to get the most coins.
Brian had lost every single year. But this year the purse was the biggest ever. There were ten people competing this year with top prizes going to first, second, and third. He knew seven of the guys, but the other two were total strangers. Friends of his friends. Each person contributed $1000. Third prize was $1000, so you ended up not losing anything, except pride. Second prize was $2000 and first was $7000.
In the past he had gotten second many times, and also third, but he had never won the tourneys they held. This time he believed he had an ace up his sleeve, and she didn't even know it yet.
