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I offer my latest story for - hopefully - your reading pleasure and enjoyment … and if you really like it, your votes (no zeros please, just writing a story is surely worth one). This is very different from my previous stories that were mostly in the Loving Wives category. Megan wants to become a loving wife, and in later parts will, but the path is rocky.
My alternate name for this story is Megan's Sexual Awakening because it traces horse anal her life from courting with her childhood sweetheart through a series of sexual encounters with several different men, some good and some bad.
Book One: Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter One
Megan Brown was born in a small rural community deep into the Australian outback, raised on a farm among the chooks and pigs and sheep. Her only boyfriend was Brandon, who she met at school when she was just 5. He would become her childhood sweetheart. Through her teenage years, Megan developed into a stunning beauty and all of the boys for miles around lusted after the gorgeous 5'5" blonde with the shoulder-length hair and a smile to die for.
Brandon pretty much lusted after Megan too, because they had never actually had sex, a secret that he kept from all but his two closest friends out of embarrassment. To everyone else, he was too macho to admit that anal bottle insertions extreme anal insertion he went along with it when his beautiful girlfriend had told him that she 'didn't want to do it until their wedding day'.
Brandon had found that very difficult to cope with … like most testosterone-laden boys growing up, he was naturally anxious to bury his hard erection (which he experienced most days and nights) into Megan's juicy hot vagina. Well, he assumed that it would be juicy and hot, but he couldn't confirm that yet. His girlfriend was her first anal having none of that … she was very determined and she kept him at bay.
There had been a lot of kissing and touching - but only of soft skin, nothing that one could called an erogenous zone. In double fisting anal their very slow progression from courting through to marriage, Brandon clearly recalled the momentous nights. Like the night after her 18^th birthday … he was going through the usual ritual with Megan out on the back porch of her parent's home. It was a Saturday night and her family had gone to bed around 10 and it was now nearly midnight. They had been kissing and touching each other, but only through anal toy their clothes.
Brandon was used to running his hand across her ample 34" breasts, but only over her shirt and her bra, so that when her nipple aroused, he didn't feel much change through two layers of clothing. Most of the time, the farm girl wore denim jeans - not exactly the sexiest garment - so when his fingers trailed up her thighs, it was impossible to feel how soft and feminine her skin became the closer he got to her mound. But his fingers would never get to her mound anyway, she would always place her hand down and block his hand before it reached the tops of her legs.
But on this night, the newly 18 year olds had been out to a dance in town and Megan had worn a pretty feminine dress. She was rarely seen in anything but jeans. When they had got back to her place, she suggested that she should change into her jeans, but Brandon discouraged her. Now he was to be glad that he had.
They had been kissing in a two-person swing seat on the porch with just the moonlight for illumination. Brandon had thought from the start of the night that he detected a slight change in his girlfriend. Megan had been particularly enthusiastic in their tongue kissing this night and he decided that he would make his usual attempt to get his hand or mouth into her clothes somehow, either up top or down below. Her dress buttoned down the front from the demure collar to the waist so while his lips and tongue were busy at her mouth, he sent his fingers to start releasing buttons.
He felt movement on her part and feared that her hand was about to slide up to restrain his fingers at her buttons, like she normally did. But instead on what was to be this special night, she just shuffled her body back more comfortably into the swing seat and brought the moving hand around to place behind his head. Encouraged by her lack of resistance - in fact, rather by what seemed like acceptance, Brandon kept on unclasping buttons until her dress was open right down to her waist. 'Does she not know what I'm doing?' he wondered, knowing how determined she normally was to stop him getting his fingers or lips anywhere near her uncovered breasts or pubic mound. Only the palm of his hand over two layers of clothing had been acceptable on her breasts in the past.
Nervously, he eased back the two sides of her dress and placed the fingers of one hand on her bare skin, just above her bra. Megan just gave a little moan through the clamped open duelling lips and tongues of their enduring kiss. His right hand touched the top of her bra, he hesitated expecting a reprimand but none came. His fingers moved on, horse anal tracing across the sheen of a material that felt so sheer that through it, he was sure that he could feel any blemishes on the smooth skin of her sloping left breast. His fingers kept sliding down over the soft shiny fabric until he touched her nipple, evoking another moan from her clamped lips.
Now working on instinct and trying to recall the descriptions his mates had told him of their earlier explorations of their girlfriends, his fingers settled at her nipple and, ever so gently, began to circle around and around it, anal girls feeling it grow within the confines of her bra. That wasn't all that was growing, his cock felt huge, trapped as it was double fisting anal within his underpants and tight jeans.
Brandon was ecstatic that Megan seemed to be allowing the ground teen anal sex rules to change, but he knew that he must now step carefully so as not to scare her off before establishing any new boundary. He was doubtful that they would get to go all the way tonight, but maybe her long-held stance on no sex before marriage was weakening.
The moaning from Megan through their kiss was anal fist now almost constant and Brandon was left in no doubt that she was enjoying his touch … but how to move on to the next stage without scaring her. Cautiously, Brandon pulled his mouth away from hers, allowing her now freed mouth to express her moans louder. But his lips never left her body, they just travelled down to her neck and he desperately tried to find that sensitive spot that makes all humans go weak at the knees when a lover's lips touch it.
He must have found it because her short moans changed to a long drawn out loud sigh and the hand that was at his head slipped down and grasped his arm. Brandon feared for a moment that her hand was sliding down his arm to pull his hand away from her breast, but instead she ran her hand up and down along his arm, painful anal seemingly in encouragement. Having been successful at her neck in weakening her resolve, his mouth moved steadily down, applying soft wet kisses on her bare skin until his lips reached the top of her bra.
His lips plunged on quickly, tracing across her smooth breast skin until his mouth pushed his own hand away from her nipple and his slightly parted wet lips devoured it through the satiny sheen of her skimpy bra. "Umm, that feels so good, but you better stop," she instructed, realising that she had let this go much further than she had ever previously allowed. "Mum might get up, I'd hate for her to se us doing this."
"Just a little bit more," he managed to mumble through his oral assault on her nipple, afraid to pull his lips away for fear he wouldn't get them back there. "You like me doing this, don't you?"
"Yes," she answered breathlessly, "…but I'm worried that I could like it too much. I've never felt anything like this before." Her words paused while she let out a huge sigh. "How did you learn for your mouth to do this? You haven't been practising on someone, have you?"
"No way," he mumbled again, his tongue now joining his lips in painting her erect nipple through the sheer bra. "I just listen to my mates talking about things they've done … they've all gone much further than we have."
"Yes Brandon, I know that … my girlfriends have told me what they've let them do. I just think it will be so nice, so special for us to discover all of that on our wedding night."
His previously busy hand that had started all of this activity at her breast many minutes ago was now idle, replaced by his adventurous mouth. He let his hand run down over her dress, all the way down to the bottom hem and his fingers lightly touched her bare knee. He left his hand resting there for a moment, not wanting to alarm his girlfriend while she was in such an exploratory mood.
"Brandon…" she asked in that tone she used when she wanted something from him.
"Yes Megan," he again mumbled through the lips clamped around her nipple, afraid that she was about to tell him to stop right now.
"We can't let this get out of hand so we are going to have to stop soon," she paused, wanting his acknowledgment that he would stop when she told him to. "Okay?"
"Yes, sure Megs," that was his affectionate name for her. He was agreeing simply because at this moment, he would agree to anything … probably even to cutting off his left ball if it meant that she would agree to fondling his right one. He loved the feel of her aroused nipple under his lips, even though the flimsy material of her bra still separated them.
"Could you do the other one too? I want to see if it feels as good."
Brandon was stunned that she was actually asking him to apply his kisses to her other nipple, at least that's what he thought she meant. He pulled his mouth up off her left breast free anal porn and stared down into her dreamy eyes. "You mean kiss your other tit, do you?"
"Brandon," she sounded cross, "please don't call them that, it sounds so course." But even as she was admonishing him for describing her breast as a tit, he watched fascinated as she raised a hand and pulled her dress back completely off her other breast. This move caused the dress to fall completely off her shoulders, now held up only at her elbows. She was now bared almost to the waist, except for the bra that Brandon thought looked so sexy. Now that he could look down at her sex anal body in the dim light on the porch, he could see that the material of her bra was indeed so sheer that he could clearly see her nipples through it.
Megan's hand slipped under her other breast, cupping it up for Brandon and he didn't hesitate now, his mouth dropping onto it quickly, his tongue and lips busy lapping at her nipple through the flimsy material. She closed her eyes to better hardcore anal sex appreciate the pleasure, but Brandon couldn't see that as he swiftly brought her second nipple up to the same state of arousal. She began making quite loud moans first anal of sexual pleasure and Brandon worried that she might wake her parents. With no neighbours for miles, the rural night air was still and silent.
Seizing this moment where she appeared to be ready to venture further than ever before, Brandon shifted the hand that had been resting on her knee, slipping it up under the dress. His fingers traced up the inside of one thigh, his touch anal creampie surprisingly soft and gentle, considering his urgent state of arousal. After proffering her second breast for his kissing and sucking, both of her hands had closed over his head and she was using them to steer his mouth alternatively from one engorged nipple to the other.
Brandon figured that he would know if she was about to stop his hand's progress on her inner thigh because he would feel one or both of her hands leave his head. They never did. His fingers inched their way up under her dress, the tips of his fingers so softly touching her smooth soft skin until he figured that they must be barely an inch from where he had never been. Stopping his fingers anal sex pics progress, he switched to the other inner thigh and applied the same soft touch, dropping back down a little way, then up again, then alternating between the two.
Any moment now, Brandon expected her hand to swoop down from atop his head and stop him and for Megan to unleash her wrath at him for trying to take advantage of her. But to his utter amazement, all he felt was her thighs voluntarily parting, spreading wide, seemingly to allow his fingers to progress further. Invited in as he was, Brandon didn't hesitate and his fingers slid the last inch until they gently touched the crotch of her panties, the only covering now separating his fingers from her most treasured vagina and clitoris. He knew those words from biology books and he knew the more descriptive words like cunt from his mates.
Again recalling what his mates had told him, Brandon pressed his middle three fingers together and slid them up and down over her pantie-covered mound a couple of times. Through the pad of his fingers, he could just make out the outline of her labial slit through the cotton of her panties. He was just getting into a rhythm against her still covered slit, applying a little more pressure, when Megan suddenly clamped her thighs tightly shut. 'Has she suddenly realised where I've got my fingers or did she just want to experience what my fingers felt like touching her there? Is she stopping me now?' Brandon was confused, these thoughts raged through his head as he tried to continue concentrating on his oral assault on her two nipples.
Whatever the reason for her suddenly clamping her thighs tightly together, what it achieved was holding those three fingers of his tightly against her mound with no chance of his withdrawing them … as if he wanted to. For a moment, Brandon didn't know what to do, or indeed what she wanted him to do. 'If she doesn't want my fingers touching her there, she could use her hands to pull them away,' so with that thought convincing Brandon, he determined to leave them there.
Then, as her encouragement of his mouth devouring both of her nipples showed no sign of abating, his emboldened fingers began wriggling around and he found that she relaxed her thigh muscles just enough that he could wriggle them up and down again along the length of her clothed slit.
"You have to stop now," Megan told him breathlessly, her voice sounding quite different, almost trancelike and Brandon knew that his kissing and his touch were affecting her strongly. Neither his mouth nor his fingers eased up. "No Brandon, please stop!" Her breathing was loud and laboured. "Oh please, honey … don't do this to me."
Brandon did not intend to stop because of mere words, she would have to use her hands to push him away … if she could. He knew that she would be angry with him later if he made her do something that she didn't want to do, but now, nothing else mattered. He was driven by his rampant desire.
Just when it looked like she might have given up all resistance, her hands tightened around his head and she forced it up and away from her breasts, holding his face above hers while she stared up into his eyes. At the same time, her thighs had clamped shut again, trapping his fingers against her mound.
"Brandon, we could keep going now, it would be so easy. You have made me feel that I want you so badly tonight, but I couldn't live with that in the morning. You know I would blame you for robbing me of my greatest wish … to be a virgin for you on the night we marry. This is as hard for me to do as it is for you, but if you love me, you'll stop now."
Brandon had no idea what to say or do, he was hovering moments away from sexual release. While his fingers and lips had been working at seducing his girlfriend, his trapped cock, caught within the confines of his tight jeans, had been making thrusting moves. He had not wanked off all week and so he had started this night, desperate for a release … his confined hard-on felt so close to erupting any moment.
Although his desire demanded that he push her hands away, tear her clothes off and ravish her, Brandon knew that their relationship would never be the same if he did. She still held his head in her hands tightly as her eyes implored him to acknowledge her. Megan's face showed fear … free anal movies she looked like she was terrified that he wouldn't stop.
Finally and very reluctantly, he nodded his head affirmatively, and she took her hands away. Her thigh muscles relaxed, her legs parting again, but he left his fingers there, his eyes still looking down into anal pics hers. "Can you move your hand please?" she asked, a look of embarrassment on her face.
He pulled his fingers free of her mound and moved them straight to the bulge in his jeans, pushing and pulling until he had successfully shifted his hard erection until it now pointed upward toward his waist, easing the cramped pressure that he had felt.
"Are you alright?" she asked him, her eyes having followed his manipulation of his hard penis through his jeans. She was curious and not very aware of what guys went through at times like these. Her girlfriends had told her about the pain of blue balls and the fact that guys needed to release their cum regularly.
"I will be, when I get home," he told her, implying that he would need to effect some manual relief.
"Oh, you poor baby," she said and Brandon was stunned when she placed one hand directly onto the rigid bulge in his jeans. "Will this help?"
He should have told her 'No, I'll look after it later.' Or maybe he should have just unzipped and whipped it out. But his arousal was so pent up, so on the verge, that when her hand touched him through the jeans and when it started to slide, almost expertly, up and down the underside of his shaft, he just mumbled a loud "OH YES!" Then, his breathing quickened and he shouted another "YES!" and he felt his jocks filled moistly as his cock spewed forth his released cum. There would be so much of it that it would leave a stain on the front of his jeans.
"What happened?" she asked naively, watching the emotion of his release on his face and then having him pull her hand away.
"You just made me cum and I feel a whole lot better … thank you!"
So that was established as the new boundary in Megan and Brandon's 19^th year. He would kiss and fondle her breasts through her bra, he could place his fingers on her crotch, but outside her jeans … or outside her cotton panties on the rare occasion that she wore a dress. Brandon took up washing his own jeans, so that his mother wouldn't ask about the cum stains that reappeared on them at least once a week.
Chapter Two
It would be six months more before the boundaries moved again. It was the night of their engagement party, Brandon borrowed his dad's car so that he and Megan could drive their best friends, Mary and Jim, home to their respective farms. Brandon and Megan sat in the front bucket seats of the four-door sedan while the other couple cuddled up in the back. They hadn't even reached the main road for the 10-minute drive to Mary's house when Jim spoke from the back seat, "Drive slowly please, Brandon."
Both Megan and Brandon were curious and surprised by the request and she spun around in her seat to ask why. There were no streetlights but the moon was full and there was sufficient illumination for Megan to see her best friend leaning back into the corner of the back seat, hiking her dress up to around her waist. Jim was hooking his fingers into her panties and anal bottle insertions extreme anal insertion he hauled them straight down her legs and off over her ankles.
Freed of the panties, this good Catholic-raised lass Mary spread her legs as best she could in the confines of the back seat of a moving car and Jim quickly shifted around to move between her legs. As he did, Megan caught sight of his erection in profile, it was the first one she had actually seen in real life and she unknowingly stared as the couple moved to join their bodies. Megan's gaze lifted … over the back of Jim's shoulder she saw her best friend Mary's eyes partially closed, staring back at Megan. Mary's eyes closed and she smiled as Jim eagerly thrust his hard-on forward into her and it took a moment for Megan to register that what she had just witnessed on Mary's face was her reaction to the entry of Jim's penis into her body.