Double Teaming Megan
By C. K. Haven
Copyright 2012 C. K. Haven
Smashwords Edition
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“Well, haven’t you been quite the gentleman tonight,” Megan says to her boyfriend, Kevin, as he holds the door to his apartment open for her and lets her walk in first.
“Yeah,” Kevin says with a big, theatrical sigh, “I try, I try.” He’s sure looking pretty pleased with himself.
While “gentleman” may be a bit of an overstatement, he did at least put some effort into tonight. Their dinner and a movie date went really well—both of them enjoyed themselves, and each other. They’ve only been dating for a few months, but lately it seems to both of them like they haven’t been getting out as much as they used to, and that they might already be starting to lose that spark. So Kevin decided to surprise her tonight by picking her up out of the blue for a romantic evening. So far, everything is going perfectly. And Kevin hasn’t even unveiled his biggest surprise of the night yet.
Kevin closes the door behind him and follows Megan into the living room. She walks over to the window. She opens up the curtains and looks outside at the night. They’re only on the second floor, but the view’s not bad. Especially from where Kevin’s standing. His view’s not bad at all.
Megan’s leaning against the window sill, bent over slightly. Kevin can’t take his eyes off her little ass. In those tight jeans she’s wearing it looks extra amazing—but then, it always does. He looks her up and down. She’s wearing the sexiest little high heels too—he loves those.
“Why don’t you take a picture?” Megan says.
Kevin blinks and looks up to find her watching him with a slight smile on her face. He realizes that he’s been staring with his mouth hanging open. “Maybe I will,” he says.
Megan raises an eyebrow at him, still smiling, and turns back to the window.
Kevin walks across the room until he’s standing right behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in close to him. He rests his chin on her shoulder and kisses her neck lightly before looking out the window with her.
He can feel the warmth of her back pressed up against him. The perfume she’s got on smells sweet—fruity. The half-smile she’s got on the corner of her lips is enticing and sensual. She has her hair pinned up, looking extremely sexy. Kevin leans forward slightly and kisses her neck again, then licks lightly at her earlobe.
Megan giggles, and turns her head slightly so she’s more facing Kevin. She says, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Ummm,” Kevin says, shrugging, “seducing you?”
“And being so subtle about it too,” she says sarcastically.
“I’ve been called any things—Romeo, Adonis, sexual god, epitome of rugged manliness—but, I have to admit, never subtle.”
Megan laughs, shaking her head. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“It just comes to me,” he says, with another exaggerated sigh. “It’s a gift. Most women find it completely irresistible you know.”
“Yeah?” Megan says, raising an eyebrow. “Well let me know how it goes for you with them.”
“Oh Megan,” Kevin says dramatically, “you know you’re the only girl for me!” Still with his hands around her hips, he spins her around so they’re facing each other.
“I had better be,” she says. “And you know you’re the only man for me, too.”
Kevin raises his eyebrow. He says, “The only man? Are you sure?”
Megan slaps him on the chest, saying, “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, you know; your…threesome fantasy.” He whispers the word “threesome” conspiratorially, as though somebody might be listening. “Wouldn’t that require there to be at least one more man for you?”
She smacks him again, a look of mock indignation on her face. “That’s just a fantasy!”
“But, if it did happen someday…?”
“Even if it did, you’ll still always be the only man for me—the other guy would just be…a necessary prop. He’d be utilitarian.”
“I love it when you talk dirty like that. Next time we’re fucking, will you call me a utilitarian prop?”
“You just keep talking mister,” Megan says, pushing him away. “At the rate you’re going, you won’t have to worry about that ever happening again.”
“No?” Kevin says, putting on a sad face.
Megan just shrugs, trying to look uninterested.
“Can I make it up to you by doing this?” Kevin says as he moves in close to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around the back of her neck, he pulls her in close to him, and kisses her passionately. His tongue works around inside of her mouth gently.
Megan wraps her arms around him as well, and her tongue, too, finds its way inside of his mouth. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and lust and anticipation and he kisses her. As their lips break apart she says, “Well, I suppose I might be able to be persuaded to give you just one more chance…”
“That’s all I’m asking for,” Kevin replies. He takes Megan by the hand and leads her over to the couch. He gestures to it and has her sit down. He leans in and kisses her again, his hand still wrapped around the back of her neck. He moves to kissing lightly at her neck, and this time she allows it without even giggling. He kisses her shoulders and across her collar bones.
Megan starts working her fingers through Kevin’s hair as he gets down on his knees on the floor in front of her and lifts up her shirt. He begins kissing her stomach. She squirms around a bit, arching her back and pushing her body up into him.
Kevin lifts her shirt up over her amazing breasts—pleased as he always is each time he finds she’s not wearing a bra. Megan decides to help him out and just lifts her shirt up over head, tossing it to floor. Kevin can feel his cock pressing up tightly against his pants and he takes in the amazing, sexy form of the beautiful girl on the couch in front of him. He can’t believe that this is his girlfriend—and that she’s letting him suck on her tits. She moans with pleasure and pulls his head into her chest as he licks all around her tits and nipples in circles, pausing to take her nipples into his mouth every so often.
He kisses his way back down to her belly, and then reaches up and undoes the button on her pants. Megan raises her hips off of the couch and lets Kevin slide her pants and panties down. One leg at a time, he pulls them off of her over her high heels—Kevin definitely wanting them to be left on—and lets them drop to the floor next to the couch. He pauses for just a second to admire the beautiful, perfectly shaven pussy on display for him now. He doesn’t pause for long, though.
Kevin kisses up the insides of Megan’s legs—making her giggle and squirm as he reaches the super-sensitive insides of her thighs. Megan is so horny tonight, though, that she can’t take much teasing. With her fingers still intertwined in Kevin’s hair, she quickly guides his mouth to her pussy. He takes the hint and starts licking her clit in small, firm circles.
The sounds of Megan’s pleasurable moans fill the apartment as Kevin laps at her pussy. He moves one hand up, rubbing his fingers along the length of her vagina. She’s so wet already, that he has no trouble working one, then two fingers inside her sweet cunt. He begins fingering her gently while continuing to lick her clit.
Soon though, Kevin’s cock is practically trying to force its way out of his pants, and he just can’t take it anymore. Luckily for him, Megan appears to be on the same page. Sensing his anticipation, she says, “I think it’s your turn now. Get that huge cock out for me. Strip.”
Kevin wastes no time in complying. He stands up, pulls his shirt off over his head, undoes his belt and the button on his pants, and pulls them off. His cock bounces up as it comes free from the elastic band of his boxers. He steps out of his pants and kicks them off to the side. He stands there in between Megan’s legs as she sits on the couch, his fully erect eight inch cock on display and ready for her to do whatever she pleases with it—or rather, whatever pleases Kevin. “Come here baby,” he says, taking her by the hand and pulling her until she’s sitting straight up. “Suck my fucking cock.”
“Mmmm,” Megan moans, licking her lips, “gladly.” She sticks her tongue out and runs it from the base of his cock out to the tip several times—getting plenty of spit on it and spreading it around with one hand. Kevin places one hand on the back of her head and guides her forward until she takes the head of cock into her mouth. She wraps her sexy lips around it and starts sucking, looking up at him the whole time.
“Oh my God, baby,” Kevin breathes as she begins to pick up the pace a bit—sucking him faster and faster along the first couple inches of his cock. “Lick my fucking balls too.”
Without hesitation, Megan takes his dick out of her mouth and leans forward, sticking out her tongue and licking at his ball sack. Kevin takes his cock in hand and lifts it up towards his belly, keeping it out of Megan’s way, and stroking at it firmly.
“That’s it. Just like that,” Kevin says, staring down as she works her tongue all around his nuts—even taking them in one at a time and sucking gently on them.
Megan’s lips come off of his balls with a loud, wet pop, and Kevin instantly angles his cock back down and puts it back in her mouth. He puts both hands on the back of her head now, and begins thrusting his hips forward. He says, “Yeah baby, don’t move. I’ve going to fuck your beautiful face.”
He thrusts his cock into her mouth quickly, but not too deeply. Every so often it’ll go in a bit farther and Megan will gag slightly as she feels his dick hit the back of her mouth. She’s not at all put off by it, though. She keeps her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft the whole time—never losing suction.
All of a sudden there’s a loud knock at the door.
Megan pulls her head back and her mouth off of Kevin dick, looking around quickly at the door—surprised.
Kevin looks at the door then at Megan. He shrugs. “Come in!” he calls.
“What—” Megan starts to say.
Kevin just smiles at her. Obviously, he’s not surprised at all to find someone at the door.
The knob turns, the door clicks, and then it swings open as if in slow motion.
Standing in the doorway is Kevin’s best friend Chris, with an awkward grin on his face. He says, “Somebody here order a pizza? I’ve got a sausage and…” He freezes as he takes in the scene before him—Megan sitting on the couch naked except for her heels, one hand still on Kevin’s cock; with him standing in front of her, equally naked.
“Would you mind shutting the door?” Kevin says. “It’s a bit drafty.”
Chris slowly shuffles inside, closing the door behind him—his nervous grin having returned to his face. “Well,” he says, “about that pizza…?”
No one, of course, ordered a pizza. Just his lame attempt at humor. Chris shifts his weight from one foot to the other with his hands in his pockets. Megan looks at him and can already see the front of his pants starting to tent out from his growing erection. She’s so surprised at his sudden entrance that she hasn’t even thought to try to cover herself up.
Kevin shrugs. “Well, since you’re here, care to join us?”
Megan looks around at Kevin, totally shocked and still at a complete loss for words.
“It’s okay baby. Just go with it. It’ll be fun.” Kevin leans in and kisses Megan. He knows that Megan’s always fantasized about this. He says, “Well, should we head to the bedroom? Give ourselves some more room?” Nobody says anything, so he takes Megan by the hands and helps her up to standing. He leads her to the bedroom—Megan still being so surprised by what’s happening that she just allows herself to be led. Chris follows at a little distance behind, his eyes glued to Megan’s ass.
Once in the bedroom, the three of them just stand there awkwardly. Megan’s now standing with one arm unconsciously up, covering her tits. Chris just keeps shifting his weight from one foot to the other—trying not to be too obvious about staring at Megan’s amazing, naked body.
Kevin cups his hand gently around the back of Megan’s neck and turns her head to face his. He says, “Baby, why don’t you suck us both off for a bit? Just to get things started. Just relax, baby. Let yourself go. Have some fun.”
Megan hesitates. Nervous.
Kevin says, “Don’t be scared baby. Just let go and have some fun. I know you’ve always fantasized about this.” When she still hesitates, Kevin decides he needs to get her into the state of mind where she’s feeling more…open—in other words: total whore mode. Kevin takes a handful of Megan’s hair and pushes her down onto her knees—gently, but firmly enough to let her know that he’s in control. Kevin says, “Now suck my fucking cock, baby.”
Slowly and uncertainly, Megan starts taking it into her mouth. Kevin lets her do this for a while before he decides he’s got to take a bit more control to get things going. “Come on baby,” Kevin growls, “suck it like you fucking love it. Suck my dick like the fucking dirty girl you are.” Kevin takes the back of her head with both his hands and pulls her face forward into his dick—making her increase the pace and depth with which she’s sucking him. After a time he let’s go of Megan’s hair—pleased to find her continuing to keep this more intense pace. Megan even gags herself on it every once in a while.