Megan in the Basement

"It was so fucking hot, Bill," she says, "and I just got done hearing Aunt Cece talking about fucking you and what your cock would feel like. So as I sat hidden in the bushes, I was on fire. My hand was rubbing my cunt before I was conscious of it. That made it worse, and I didn't think twice when pushing my shorts down. I watched those guys and fingered my clit and pussy in time with their strokes."

Megan is alternatively squeezing and rubbing the tops of her bare thighs. She is breathing heavily, and her pale skin is turning light pink.

"My mind easily imagined feeling each of those cocks buried inside me. Then it became each of them taking turns fucking me. It's a wonder I didn't give myself away; I was kneeling, sitting on my ankles, knees spread. I had pulled my shirt off and was pumping my pussy and pinching my nipples. When long ropes of cum started to shoot out of Steve's cock, it set me off, and I came for the first time."

I almost interrupt but don't. Megan's tight hand is still squeezing her thigh, but she is now massaging her breast with her other. I can see her pussy pulse with her heartbeats. She is flushed and in the zone, reliving this experience. I'm surprised by the depth and detail of her story, and sharing this with me. I, too, was frozen, watching her.

"As I was catching my breath," Megan breathlessly recounts, "Ricky starts cumming, and I cum again, even harder. I lean back further, trying to stuff my whole hand into my cunt. Before he finishes, Ronny's big cock starts spewing his white spunk, and I hit my biggest orgasm yet."

-- Ghost --

Megan's eyes glaze over and turn black, and her face goes blank. Then her eyes close, her head falls back, and a moan comes from deep inside her. Like I'm not there, her right-hand starts rubbing her pussy. I watch in rapt silence as she slides two fingers deep into her pulsing cunt. Her thumb moves over her erect clit, and she lets out a long, low growl of a moan.

"Oh, fuck..." She groans, her fingers plunging into her pussy, making a sloppy wet sound.

Megan's left foot slides up my calf and under my robe. It continues until it rests on my leg, just above my knee. Spreading her knees further apart, her foot slowly slides up the bare skin of my thigh, stopping with her toes pressing into my hip. My robe falls open, exposing my erection, and I hold my breath thinking she is about to rub my cock with her foot. I feel disappointed when she doesn't. I'm still unsure what she is doing, and I stay quiet, letting her continue.

Making steady low moaning sounds, she pulls her shirt over her head. It's left hanging from her right arm. Cupping and squeezing her flushed orbs, her moans grow louder. She pulls and pinches her hard nipples as her other hand pistons four fingers into her cunt. Just when I think it can't get any hotter, she lifts a breast to her mouth, biting hard on her nipple.

Suddenly, Megan plunges her fingers deeper and sucks hard on her tit. Her body tenses, her foot presses into my hip bone, and she lets out a long low growl of a moan as she cums. Her body is shaking, but Megan continues to pound her pussy with her fingers, her fluids coating the insides of her thighs and the desktop. She bites her nipple and cums again.

Fuck, this is way better than any video. I'm still unsure if this is intended, some game, or if Megan's just lost in the fantasy. I can't hold back and stroke my straining cock, jacking it fast. Should I fuck her? I wonder. Should I get up and plunge my cock into her. By the way, she's using her fingers; I think she'll welcome something bigger. But then again, she's done nothing to indicate her desire to fuck me. She's done nothing to indicate she knows I'm in the room. If her foot rubbed my cock, then yes, but that didn't happen. I'm happy to watch her pleasure her hot naked body. I stroke my cock in time with her motion, and I think I will get off soon.

Megan picks her head up, looks at me, and then around the desk. Her eyes are still black. She grabs her empty hard cider bottle. She lays back on the desktop, and her shirt falls to the floor. Picking up her right leg, she bends the knee and spreads them wide. Her left foot pushes down on my thigh and lifts her ass a little. Then she slowly pushes the bottle, neck first, into her waiting cunt. Once she had taken almost the whole bottle, she started to fuck herself with it, wildly plunging it in and out of her wet pussy. She growls as she repeatedly thrusts the bottle into herself.

"Holy FUCK!" I almost screamed. What is she doing?

With nearly the whole bottle inside her, Megan starts cumming again. She's now sucking and biting the nipple on her other breast. The flesh of her breasts is red from her rough handling of them. I know I won't last much longer, and decide when I do, I'll cum on her hot body. I lean back in my chair and stroke my cock faster.

The chair squeaks loudly when I lean back in it, and like a switch being thrown, Megan immediately stops all movement. She lays motionless for a moment and then lets go of the bottle. It quickly is expelled from her pussy with her final contractions, and it hits the floor. I don't even try to catch it, and thankful it doesn't break. Megan brings her leg down and sits up. Her eyes open, focusing on mine, and I see their beautiful green color return. At first, she appears confused, but that quickly gives way to a serene expression.

The first look on her face made me think of seizure victims after they regained consciousness. But its rapid change to one of serenity confuses the hell out of me.

Megan moves slowly, almost casually. She looks around her, pulls her robe over her shoulders, and partially wraps it around herself. She pauses briefly, glancing down at me, still holding my rigid cock. I look at her flushed, naked body; her gaping pussy looks raw and angry. Looking at me, Megan takes her foot off my leg, brings her knees together, and pulls the robe tighter to cover herself. Finally, taking a deep breath, she clasps her hands and sets them on her legs.

Megan's beautiful green eyes stare into mine. She glances down at my hand, still holding my stiff cock, and then back up. A small smile on her face. I see no anger or embarrassment; she looks peaceful. I sit up and close the robe to cover my erection. Our eyes remain locked in our silence. Megan's whole body is calm except for her breathing. Her shoulders slump a little.

"Why didn't you fuck me?" she asks with a scary calm voice.

-- Breathe Me --

What the fuck? That is the first thing she says? Something just happened here that is way out of my experience. I don't know what to say or how to answer her. I know my answer, but I am stunned by what I just witnessed; I can't form any words yet.

"Why didn't you fuck me, Bill," she asks again in the same calm voice. "Everyone else has; why not you."

"I..., I don't know." I stammer, not finding my words.

"But you could have," she says, "and I'd love it, I'm sure. You could get up right now and fuck me if you wanted to. I wouldn't stop you."

"I..., ah, you didn't ask me to," I say, "do you want me to?"

I ask her that question, but I am no longer hard. I'm a little freaked out at the moment.

"If you want to," she says again, "I won't complain or fight you."

"That's not saying you want me to," I get my voice back. "What the hell just happened?"

"What did I just do?" she asks me, not answering my question. Her voice and breathing were more normal.

"You told me the story about watching the three boys jacking off. You looked like you were getting turned on by it; I know I was. Honestly, I was surprised by how graphic you got. Then it's like something took over your body. You started masturbating like crazy. You stripped off your shirt. I think you came at least half a dozen times. And you ended up using the hard cider bottle. Then all of a sudden, you stopped. And here we sit."

"I guess you don't have to wonder what I look like under my bathing suit," she laughs. Megan looks and sounds like herself again.

"Nope," I laugh, "I can cross that one off my list."

"Nor do I need to wonder what your cock looks like up close," she laughs and makes a checkmark in the air. "Another thing off my list."

We both laugh, and the mood lightens. But Megan hasn't answered my question.

"Am I to assume," I ask, "you have no memory of what just happened?"

"I remember telling you the story," she answers, "and I surprised myself by how detailed I got. I felt compelled to tell you everything, I guess. The next thing I know, I see you stroking your hard cock. Nothing in-between."

She pauses and speaks before I can say anything.

"I must have been pretty hot," she grins, "by how hard you were going at it."

"You were," I admit, "It was weird, but you were off the hook. I couldn't help myself."

"But you didn't fuck me," she says again. "Like everyone else."

I look at her sweet face and wonder what she means by "like everyone else?" What is going on?

She looks at me, tipping her head to the left like she is trying to answer a question.

"You know," she says with complete seriousness, "almost every guy I know would have taken advantage of that situation. No, every guy I know would have got up and fucked me. Every guy but you, Bill."

I don't speak. Megan tips her head to the right, giving me a quizzical look.

"I wouldn't have stopped you," she says, her voice soft and sincere, "I never do. I'd enjoy it; most times, I do. I know I'd enjoy it with you. Even after I came out of it. We'd probably still be fucking."

"Now you tell me," I joke. I'm still weirded out.

"Did you think about it?" she asks.

"For a minute," I answered.

"Why didn't you?" she asks.

"It wouldn't have been appropriate," I answered.

"Because I'm your friend's daughter?"

"No, because you didn't invite me," I say.

"I appreciate that," she says with admiration in her voice.

Megan slides her foot up my leg and under the robe, over my thigh, and rubs my flaccid cock. Pulling open her robe, she lets it fall off her shoulders. Then she scoots forward on the desk and spreads her legs.

"You can fuck me now," she smiles, "I'm inviting you. I want you to. I want to feel you inside me, and I want to cum with you."

Her foot feels good, and my erection involuntarily returns. She smiles when she sees she has made me hard.

"Come on, Bill," her voice deep and husky, "make me cum."

Fuck, I want to; she wants me to. I get up, my robe falls open, and my cock leads the way. I step between her spread legs. Megan reaches out and grasps my cock.

"Oh, that's going to feel good inside me," her voice almost growled. She pulls me forward.

I step closer, and she rubs my cockhead up and down between her wet lips. She tries to pull me inside her, but I pick up her robe and pull it back over her shoulders. I pull the robe closed around her and step back. Still holding my cock, a questioning expression crosses her face.

"No," I say, "not now." Maybe later flits across the back of my mind.

"Yes," she says, "I want you."

"Sorry, but no," I say again. "Please understand; I just saw and experienced the strangest thing in my life. I need to talk about it. I need some answers."

The whole sentence in my head was, "I need some answers before I fuck the shit out of you." My sexually deviant self is still alive and kicking.

Megan lets go of my cock and grips her robe.

"Okay, I understand," she smiles, "you are one odd duck, Bill. You are not like other men,"

"Don't put me on a pedestal," I tell her, "not too many years ago, I would've been like them all or worse. If I didn't care about you as a person, we'd be fucking right now. Maybe if you didn't want me to.

"I can't; I won't believe that," she says firmly.

"Why don't we sit on the couch," I suggest, ignoring her comment. "It's got to be more comfortable than the desk."

"Good idea," she slips off the desk.

"Wait," I say as I bend over, pick up her shirt, and hand it to her.

Megan takes the shirt and shrugs off the robe, throwing it on the chair. She stands before me, her naked body now calm and relaxed. Looking up at me, she smiles, puts her arms around me, and hugs me.

"I accept your reasons," she whispers and opens my robe. She puts her arms inside my robe and hugs me again. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Then she leans up and kisses me. I hug her back, and my body responds again, and my cock presses up between her legs, my stiff shaft rubbing against her wet lips. Megan hums into my mouth and steps back from me. I stand, unable to move. My cock sticking out and slick with her wetness. Megan smiles at me.

"Thank you," she says and puts on her shirt.

Megan picks up her robe and puts it back on. Finally, she steps back toward me, pulls my robe closed, and ties my belt for me. She kisses me again on the cheek.

"I could use a drink," she suggests, "how about you?"

"Absolutely," I answer, "I go get us a couple of beers,"

"Get me a hard cider instead, please," she says.

Megan looks at the bottle on the floor.

"I used that on myself, didn't I?" she asks with trepidation.

"Yes, you did," I responded.

"Fuck," she says, "I guess my fingers weren't enough."

"You made yourself cum a bunch of times," I tell her, "using almost your whole hand. Then you looked around and found the bottle. You came several more times, even harder.

"I'm such a slut," she says with some disgust.

"No," I try to joke, "you were not yourself."

We move from the desk, and I stop before going up to get our drinks.

"I think I should put on some clothes, too," I say, turning away from Megan. "Please excuse me for a minute."

-- Don't Give Me Those Eyes --

"Why?" she asks and leans against the back of the couch. "Don't you think we are way past being modest? I mean... you just watched me fuck myself with a bottle."

Why? Why not? These can almost always be used in conjunction with each other. Why is it frequently used in a philosophical context? This was not a philosophical discussion but rather a practical one. I believe Megan wanted more from the night than unconsciously masturbating. I turned her down, but that didn't mean I didn't want to. So, while part of me didn't want to do something either of us may regret, the other side was screaming to fuck this girl. When Megan asked me why, the scales were tipped, and in my head, I said why not.

"You have a point," I say, turning to face Megan and dropping my robe.

I stand before her and make no effort to grab my clothes. I could say I'm unsure why I do this, that would make me seem like a better person, But I know exactly why I'm standing naked before Megan. The scales tipped, and this is an entirely selfish act. She is asking for this, and I am happy to accommodate her. Any thoughts of restraint are gone, and I will do what it takes to have sex with her tonight.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" I ask.

Megan's eyes fall upon my partially erect cock. It jerks in response and slowly grows stiffer.

"Mmmm, you have a nice body for an old guy," she smiles.

Megan takes her phone out of her robe pocket and holds it up.

"Can I take a picture of you?" she asks.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I say.

"I'll cut off your head," she says, "no one will know it's you. Please?"

"Okay," I readily agree, "but only if I can have some pictures of you too."

"Sounds fair," she says, putting the phone on the back of the couch.

Megan takes off her robe and then her shirt, letting both fall to the floor. She picks up her phone and steps toward me. Once again, I am looking at her naked body. I feel my cock stiffen.

"Nice," she says, holding up the phone and taking pictures.

I stand still, and she moves around, taking pictures from different angles.

"Good," she says, "Take hold of that hard cock of yours. Please."

Grasping my hard shaft, I do as Megan instructs.

"Good, good," she sounds like a professional, "Now turn to your left.... Very good. Now turn back to me, Nice.... Turn to your right."

She gets down on one knee, shooting up at me in profile.

"Very nice," she says, "Now stroke your cock, slowly... Mmmm, nice, I want a video of this."

I comply, and she shoots a video of me beating off for about thirty seconds. By the time Megan stops recording, I'm highly aroused. I've been to this level of arousal several times tonight, and I need release.

"Okay, it's your turn," she puts her phone on the desk.

I look around the room. I can't remember where I set my phone down. Megan grabs hers and hands it to me.

"Use mine," she told me, "I'll send the pictures to you. And you don't have to cut off my head. I want my face in the pictures."

Megan steps back and leans against the couch. I started taking pictures, trying to mimic the angles she used. I think about giving her some direction, but she begins striking some simple poses on her own.

"Good, good," I try to sound like I know what I'm doing, "Let's see, sexy Megan. Uh-huh... That's it... Be a dirty girl..."

Caressing herself, she spreads her legs and rubs her hand over her pussy, spreading her lips. She lifts her breast to her mouth, sucking and biting her nipple. Turning around, Megan bends over and puts her right knee on the back of the couch. She squeezes her ass before sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. Moaning, she pumps them in and out of her pussy.

I take a few pictures of this, switch to video, and capture almost a minute of her fingering herself before she stops and turns back to me.

"Look how hard you are," she says, stepping toward me. "You haven't cum yet tonight, have you?"

"No," I say, still holding her phone.

Reaching out with the hand she used in her pussy, Megan takes hold of my cock. Her small, upturned hand gently holds my cock in her palm as her fingers wrap around my shaft. The feeling of her soft skin against the tender underside of my cock is exquisite. Moaning softly, I throb and pulse in her grasp.

"I know you don't want to fuck me..., yet," she says softly, "but let me do this for you."

"Uh, huh," I groan.

A voice in my head is yelling, "Fuck Her!" And I would if she told me to. Fuck needing to know what happened. The rational part of my brain is shutting down.

Megan drops to her knees and holds my cock with both hands. She strokes it as she examines it closely. Megan sticks out her tongue, licking up the underside of my engorged head to its hole, oozing with pre-cum. She licks it clean.

"Take lots of pictures," she says, looking up at me, "and videos. Make sure you have the video recording when you cum."

Megan wraps her lips around my cock and sucks me into her mouth. She lets go with one hand and strokes the base of my cock with the other. I slide into her mouth until her lips are against her hand. She's not taking this slow, and her mouth and hand rapidly move up and down my shaft. I groan loudly.

"Fuck, Megan," I moan, "that feels so good."

My head falls back, and my eyes close; then I remember I'm taking pictures. I want to grab her head, but I need both hands to keep the phone steady. After several, I turn it to video and hold it as still as possible.

She caresses my nut sack briefly before moving her hand down to fondle herself. I move the phone around to shoot different angles of her sucking me and to get her fingering herself. Megan's eyes follow the camera. A true exhibitionist at heart.

Megan is gripping me tightly and taking over half my cock into her mouth. I feel the sensations building and know she is close to getting me off. I feel her tempo falter, moans loudly on my cock; her eyes close momentarily, and cums again. Opening her eyes, she looks up at me and takes her hand from my cock to grab my ass. I see her try to smile, and then she pushes her head forward until her lips reach my black pubes. I feel her tongue on my scrotum and my cockhead enter her throat. I let out a deep, loud, guttural groan as she held me in her throat. Then she backs off my cock, taking a deep breath.