And then her pussy starts to come alive, swelling with arousal around my fingers. I can feel the steady pulse of her heartbeat through her inner flesh. As her walls tighten around me, I can feel their ridged texture, and I can feel the soft shape of her most tender and sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?” She whines.
Her pussy is so engorged and tight I can barely even wiggle my fingers inside her now, so I just fuck them in and out of her hole while I ravage her needy little clit with my tongue.
“Please,” she breathes, “I need your cock inside me now.”
As much as I’m loving the taste and feel of eating and fingering my lovely girl, I’m not going to argue with her right now. If she needs my cock inside her, I’m more than happy to oblige her.
I draw myself up to my knees and grip my dick in my hand. I rub my tip up and down her slit, separating her wet folds.
“I’m gonna claim this little pussy,” I say, my voice cracking with desire.
“Yes,” she moans lightly, “I want you to ruin me, please.”
The tip of my dick kisses her wet hole. She’s wide open for me, and I’m coming in. I grip her hips and pull her onto me as I thrust my pelvis forward and enter her.
9. MEGYN
“Evan!” I squeal as the head of his cock pushes inside me
He claps one hand over my mouth, stifling my moans. His cock is so thick, it stretches my tight little pussy to the limit. His supple head has a little bit of squeeze to it, but his shaft is hard like polished wood wrapped in soft velvet. As he gradually plunges inside, he stretches me more and more.
“Are you okay, Megyn?” he whispers.
I nod. Even though it does hurt a little bit, I need this cock all the way inside me. I can’t live without it.
Evan draws back and then pushes in again, rocking his pelvis with each thrust. Each time he works his cock deeper and deeper inside me. It’s slow going because my pussy is still super tight from the way he aroused me with my fingers.
He takes his hand from my mouth, and when I moan lightly, he silences me with his lips and his tongue as he claims my mouth with his own. As his tongue slides into my mouth, I feel the most incredible sensation of being penetrated by him both above and below at the same time.
At last, he plunges all the way inside me, and I feel his smooth heavy balls pressed against my ass, which is slick with my juices and Evan’s licking. The last little twinge of pain disappears, as his cockhead delves all the way to my epicenter.
“Evan,” I breathe against his lips, “You feel so good inside me.”
His huge dick is so deep inside me, I swear I can feel it behind my belly button. He draws his length backward, and like a plunger, it creates this delicious suction inside me, so that when he thrusts back in, it feels even tighter.
“Damn, baby. Your little virgin pussy is so wet and tight.”
“Only for you,” I whisper as his shaft slides smoothly in and out of me. “Only you can do this to me.”
Evan grips my ankles and spreads me out even more. He pushes my legs back, tilting my hips to get the perfect angle for his cock to pound my tingling G-spot. That incredible pressure is building up within me again. It’s like today in the kitchen, but this time it’s different because it’s coming from inside me.
I reach down between my legs and begin touching my clit the way Evan showed me, and my back arches with a tremor of delight. It’s like my clit and G-spot are linked up on some kind of network of pleasure. Now that they are both getting stimulated at the same time, it feels like it may just overload my system. But I don’t care. I need more. I need it all.
“Harder,” I whisper. “Please, Evan, fuck me harder. I can take it.”
He grunts softly as he turns up the intensity. He is still fucking me with a steady tempo, but now each thrust is so much more forceful and aggressive. His cock is like a battering ram breaking down all the barriers holding me back from total pleasure. He’s busting down my walls and setting me free.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” Evan grunts. I can tell he’s struggling to keep his voice under control.
“You do,” I whisper, my voice trembling too. “This pussy is all yours.”
“Yes,” Evan rasps. “All mine.”
My body is beginning to tense up all over. My fingers dig into his flesh and my pussy clamps tight around his cock as he pounds into me. The levee is breaking and it can’t hold back the flood much longer.
“And I’m going to mark what’s mine.”
It feels so fucking good to be owned by this man, to be possessed by him completely. He has plowed me, and now it’s time to plant his seed deep inside.
“Yes,” whimper. “Cum inside me, Evan.”
My voice is warbling, and my body is starting to shake. He claps his hand over my mouth again, and not a moment too soon. I’m faintly aware of my bracelet flashing frantically as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolls over my body. My muscles tense and relax again and again, and I lose myself in total bliss. The world disappears around me, and all that is left is Evan clutching me tightly. His cock pulses as he spills another hot load inside me.
“Megyn,” he husks into my ear, “Oh fuck, Megyn.”
We’ve really done it. He’s fucked me with his raw cock and spewed his semen into my depths. I should be freaked—I’m not on the pill and he could have easily knocked me up. But I don’t care. In fact, I hope that he did.
“I love you,” I sigh as he holds me snug beneath his massive body.
“I love you,” he pants into my ear.
We just lie like that for a minute, cooing sweet words to each other like lovers in the dark. Then Evan gets up to go to the bathroom. He kisses me sweetly on the forehead.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he teases.
It’s dark, but the moonlight through the window still treats me to a nice show of his bare butt as he steps into the bathroom.
Then I hear my phone buzzing in the pocket of my shorts where they’re lying on the floor. It’s buzzing repeatedly, not a message, but a call. Normally my friends just text me, and I can’t imagine why anyone would be calling at this time of night, so I just let it buzz.
However, just a few seconds later I hear it vibrate again. That one sounded like a message. Then another. What the fuck?
I reach down a grab the phone to see what’s up. It’s Luna:
Megyn R U OK?
Megyn answer me
Megyn answer me 911
Oh shit! I wonder what the heck could be going on with Luna? Why is she all worried if I’m okay? Is something wrong with her? I have no clue what’s going on, so I send her a reply:
All good!
R U OK too?
Almost as soon as the message has been sent, my phone is buzzing again with an incoming call from Luna. I answer.
“Hello?” I say, “Luna?”
“Megyn!” She breathes a sigh of relief. “Is everything okay? What happened.”
“Um…yeah, everything is good here, Luna.”
Evan comes walking back to bed. His big dick is still half-hard and swinging back and forth with each stride of his powerful thigh. God, he’s so fucking hot I could just die.
He gives me a quizzical look as if to ask who I’m talking to.
“It’s my friend Luna,” I tell him as he lies back down beside me and strokes my naked thighs.
“Hey,” Luna says over the phone. “Megyn, who are you talking to?”
“Um…” I take a big gulp. Before I have time to think of a fib, Luna is grilling me again.
“You just had sex, didn’t you?”
“Well…” I stall. Then I decide to just admit it. “Yes. Yes I did, Luna. But I hardly see how that’s an emergency.”
Luna chuckles on the other end of the phone.
“Megyn, I’m in the lab right now. I’m pulling an all-nighter working on some other stuff. But just for shits and giggles, I had the Erotometer app running on my computer just
so I could spy on Brit and Celia and you.”
“Luna!” I chide her.
“Oh whatever. I’m not really spying. It’s just fun to see who’s getting busy while I’m locked in this fucking dungeon slaving away on data analysis.”
“Whatever,” I say, “Are you going to tell me the emergency part or not?”
When Evan hears me say the word emergency, he gives me a concerned look, but I shake my head to let him know he doesn’t need to worry. Still, I am wondering what got Luna so excited all of a sudden.
“The suspense is killing me here, Luna…”
“Fifty thousand,” she says
“Fifty thousand what, Luna?” I ask her. “What are you talking about.”
She makes an irritated sigh into the phone as if I must already know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Fifty thousand G-units, Megyn!” She practically shouts. I have to hold the phone away from my ear so she doesn’t blow my eardrums out. “You just registered a fifty-fucking-thousand G-unit orgasm.”
“Is that big?” I ask her.
“Big?” She screams. “Is it fucking big? Are you fucking kidding me, Megyn?”
Poor Evan is confused as hell at this point. I don’t know how much he can hear of what Megyn is saying, but I know he’s going to want an explanation after, and I’m going to have my work cut out for me.
“Look,” Luna says, “Let’s put this way, okay? Take Brit. Brit’s a huge slut. Bless her heart, but she totally is, and she’d be the first to admit it. She gets like five thousand G-units in a week. A week!“
Oh fuck. The realization is just starting to sink in for me.
“Megyn you just had ten times that in a matter of about a minute. That’s insane. Do you hear me? In. Sane. It’s like a fucking atomic bomb went off in your pussy or something—”
“Okay, Luna, that’s a bit much.”
“Sorry,” she breathes. “But I still can’t believe it. I’m looking at the numbers right now and I still can’t believe it.”
“Is that dangerous?” I ask her. “To have one that big?”
“I don’t know,” she says, “That’s why I freaked out. I guess it’s not dangerous if you’re okay. Megyn seriously this must be some kind of record or something. We should probably call the Guinness Book of—”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” I stop her. “I don’t think we need to do all of that. Anyway, look, Luna, I really appreciate the concern, but if you don’t mind it’s late and I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”
Evan’s fingers are gliding along the length of my thigh, from my knee up to the ridge of my hip and back down again. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.
“Right. Sleep” Luna says sarcastically, and I can hear the smirk in her voice. “Well, sweet dreams, Megyn.”
“Goodnight, Luna,” I say in a cheesy sing-song voice before hanging up. I just stare for a few seconds at the blank screen of my phone.
Fifty thousand. Damn.
“Is everything all right?” Evan asks me.
I snuggle close to him and nuzzle against his strong neck. His short scruffy beard feels scratchy and good against my nose.
“Everything is perfect,” I tell him. “Just perfect.”
“I heard your friend say something about an atom bomb?”
I giggle against Evan’s throat. He pulls me tightly against him. One of his hands slides down and cups my ass, giving it a nice squeeze.
“It’s a long story,” I whisper.
“I love long stories,” he says, “They’re my favorite kind.”
I roll over on top of him and straddle his rock hard abdomen. His skin is hot and alive against mine, especially against the wet sensitivity between my thighs.
“I promise I’ll tell you the whole thing,” I say. “But first…”
“Anything you want,” he says with a grin.
“Anything?”
He answers with his lips pressed to mine.
“Anything.”
10. MEGYN
“Hellooo,” Brit says, wiggling her fingers in front of my face, “Earth to Megyn.”
Oh shoot, I was daydreaming again. Any guess who I was daydreaming about?
Celia is sitting on the other side of me in our booth at the coffee shop, and Luna is on the other side of the table. Luna has my Clitbit in front of her on the table, and she has taken it apart with a set of mini technical screwdrivers.
“It all checks out,” Luna says, shaking her head in disbelief. “Everything is just as it should be. That means all of those readings must have been accurate, but…”
Her wide eyes come up to meet mine as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose again. There is a look of awe on her face.
“Hey, what’s the big deal anyway?” Brit asks. “Why did you want to check Megyn’s Clitbit?”
Luna sighs and pulls the iPad out of her bag.
“When you see the results you’ll understand.”
Celia and Brit exchange a confused glance and then lean over to look at the iPad screen.
“How did I—” Brit starts to ask but stops.
“Wait, what is that part of the graph there?” Celia asks.
Luna nods toward me. Geez, why do these meetings always have to be so embarrassing for me? First it was embarrassing because I didn’t have anything. Now I’ve got a proverbial embarrassment of riches in the big-O department.
“That’s like in the in the hundreds of thousands,” Celia gasps.
“Yeah, and that’s just for one night,” Luna adds. “Here’s her data for the whole week.
Brit coughs mid-sip and some of her iced coffee dribbles down her chin.
“Fuuuck,” she says looking up at me.
Celia gives my knee a friendly little congratulatory squeeze under the table. I feel giddy and energized. But mostly I can’t wait to get back home to my sexy older stud who knows exactly how to push my buttons.
Brit leans back in her seat.
“Okay, two things,” she says. She extends her index finger. “First, we are totally having a freaking rematch tournament. I’ve clearly got my work cut out for me, but I’m up for the challenge.”
Luna nods, “Oh, believe me, I’ve started working on souping up some of my robo-dicks for that very reason.”
“Second,” Brit says, extending her second finger, “these little Clitbits are a freaking goldmine. I mean, everybody loves a good, friendly competition with friends, right? We could totally sell these babies.”
“Okay, it’s the Erotometer,” Luna sighs again. “But I agree. I think these things could definitely be lucrative, but I don’t have a clue about business or marketing or design or any of that stuff.”
“I can handle the business-related stuff,” Brit says, proudly flipping her hair. “And we’ve got a psychologist and an artist over here. Surely that’s a winning combo when it comes to marketing and design right?”
Luna looks at Celia and me thoughtfully. “Well?” she asks.
Celia grins. “Okay, I’m in. This sounds fun! Megyn?”
“I’m so in,” I say. “But we still need to do lots of product testing, right? Lots and lots of testing.”
EPILOGUE: MEGYN
five years later
God, what an insane day. My phone has been blowing up all day long and my head is like a freaking whirlwind.
Celia and I are arranging a trip to Hong Kong to meet with our team there about our East Asian marketing campaign. Plus all four of us, including Brit and Luna, have a photo shoot scheduled for Forbes magazine’s young entrepreneurs of the year. And on top of that, I need to write some talking points for Luna’s upcoming interview for Scientific American about the effect that the Clitbit could have on increased birthrates
In the two years since we started selling the Clitbit, it has taken the entire world by storm. We worked on it together throughout the rest of our time at college and perfected it for about year after that before we went live.
Now it’s just
two years after that, and we’ve all got more money than we know what to do with, and barely enough time to do anything with it anyway.
But it feels great! I’ve never been so happy in my life.
As I step in the front door, though. I notice the house is unusually quiet today. Normally when I get home I’ve got two little squealing munchkins running up to cover me in tiny kisses. And right behind them, there is always my alpha stud to give me a different kind of kiss that makes my toes curl and tummy flutter. It never fails.
“Hello?” I call as I step into the kitchen and set my stuff down. “Anybody home?”
Evan steps into the kitchen. He’s got one hand behind his back. He takes me with his other arm and pulls me to him in his powerful grip. His lips latch onto mine, and all the work-related stress swirling through my head seems to drift away.
“Mm. Well hello you too, handsome,” I say. Even after years of marriage and two kids, this stud knows exactly how to make me weak in the knees.
“What do you have behind your back?” I ask, trying to peek.
Evan brings his arm around—he’s got a bouquet of a dozen deep red roses. I inhale the lovely floral odor. It’s not as delicious as the masculine oaky aroma of Evan’s cologne and the inimitable, musky scent of his body behind that.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask.
“Who says I need an occasion,” he says, “But these are for our anniversary. Your mom took the kids out for pizza and a movie, so we’ve got the house to ourselves for the evening.”
I smile. When Evan and I first told Mom about us, we were nervous as hell. Well, I was anyway. Evan was so steadfast and sure of what he wanted that even if he was nervous, he wasn’t going to let that stop him. But we knew we’d have to tell her sooner or later, and we opted for sooner since we didn’t want to sneak around.
Much to my surprise and happiness, Mom was not only cool with it, she was overjoyed. As far as she was concerned, there wasn’t a better man alive to take care of her little girl. I have to say I agree with her. Nobody compares to Evan.
Of course, we didn’t tell her then that I was already carrying Evan’s child in my womb. It’s hard to say exactly when it happened since Evan fucked me and came inside me in that first week more times than I could count. But I like to think it was that very first night.
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