When Lust Becomes Love

I shook my head at my unanswerable questions, ran my fingers through my shaggy, long hair then over my beard. All I knew was the present and the past. The future--where I was heading, with or without Megan--was a big unknown.

As I walked back to the bed, I looked at Megan asleep on her stomach, noticing how luscious her round ass looked under the sheet. Suddenly, I had the urge to lay on top of her with my cock on her ass, the thin sheet between us. I wanted to wake her slowly from her sleep, uncertain how she would respond, but I had a feeling she would love a nice slow early morning fucking and then fall back to sleep.

I got on the bed and lay down on her, my cock pressing against her round ass through the barrier of the sheet. I felt her stir slightly as I lay on top of her as still as possible but soon moved her dark hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulder, feeling her twitch. I kissed her other shoulder then licked her neck, moving my tongue to her ear, slowly licking her ear lobe.

She squirmed and I pressed my cock harder against her ass, the barrier of the sheet tantalizing me. I continued licking her ear very slowly, holding her hair aside, then whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck you."

She murmured a soft mmmmmmm and squirmed, causing my cock to get harder and press a little deeper into the crack of her ass through the sheet as I straddled her. I kissed and licked her neck gently causing her to murmur and squirm more. I loved how her ass felt on my hard cock through the barrier of the thin sheet as we both moved slowly, her soft murmuring and slow squirming getting a little faster as I pressed my cock harder, grinding it into her ass, loving how aroused we were both getting.

Suddenly, I reached up and pulled the sheet off of her shoulders, lifting myself so that the sheet was just below her ass, pressing my cock, deeper into the crack of her round ass, loving the feel of her smooth skin, feeling her squirming under me, my chest on her warm back.

Megan didn't say a word but her guttural moaning got louder when I moved her legs farther apart with my knees, grinding my cock deeper into her ass crack and at the same time reached my hand under her and grasped her pussy in the palm of my hand and held it, feeling its warmth and softness. We were both still, the weight of my body pushing her pussy against my hand then, after a moment, I felt her begin squirming, rubbing herself against the pressure, each small movement sending pleasure to my cock causing me to grasp her pussy tighter and grind my cock harder into her ass. Straddling her ass, my hand gripping her pussy, possessing her with my hand, I wanted to slowly awaken her need to be fucked.

Her squirming against my hand holding and rubbing her pussy grew more intense and soon she was humping my hand, lifting her ass against my cock, her breathing quickening and soon I was humping her ass, driving my cock harder against her as we both became more and more aroused. Laying on her as our bodies moved, my tongue licking her ear lobe, whispering again, "I want to fuck you" and heard a soft gasp.

I then entered my middle finger into her tight pussy, feeling her gripping my finger as I held it still, letting her fuck my finger by lightening my weight slightly, her body rising then falling, rising and falling taking my finger deeper as she moved faster and harder. I entered a second finger and heard a loud gasp as I straddled her ass, my hard cock throbbing as she moved faster, fucking my fingers, her hungry lust growing.

"I like this," she gasped, moving faster, harder, up and down on my fingers, lifting me, forcing my hard cock deeper into the crack of her ass. I felt her tensing, getting closer to cumming when I suddenly took my fingers out of her pussy, grabbed her pillow and shoved it under her then grabbed mine and made a small hill, elevating her, still straddling her and grinding my cock harder against her ass.

Instinctively, she spread her legs letting me move the tip of my cock to her pussy and slowly move it up and down her soft wet pussy lips, feeling the intense sensation on the head of my cock and fighting off the urge to just thrust hard and take her. I wanted our fucking to last for a long, excruciating time so I somehow found the will to resist my primal urge.

"Mmmmmmmm. This feels so good, so good," she murmured softly.

"I love your pussy," I whispered in her ear.

With each slow moving of my cock up and down her wet pussy, I entered deeper, moving the head of my cock slowly in a small circle, feeling her pussy gripping my cock, trying to draw me deeper. She spread her legs wider inviting me to thrust harder, opening her pussy more to me, moving her ass slowly, opening up her tight pussy, drawing me in until I filled her.

I was now all the way in and lay still, my cock deep in her pussy, loving the sensation of her soft, warm wetness gripping my cock.

"Oh baby you feel so big in me," she said softly as she squirmed slowly, her pussy clutching my cock.

I lay still, enjoying the tight, wet warmth of her pussy and the roundness of her ass. We lay like that for several minutes, arched over the pillows, moaning softly, savoring the intense sensation. I then started to slowly move in a small circular motion and Megan responded by moving slowly with me, our bodies speaking to each other.

"Mmmmmmmmm oh baby, this so good. You feel so good," she said softly, moaning.

"I love this," I whispered in her ear, feeling the small, slow, swirling motion of my cock deep in her tight pussy growing in intensity.

"I've never been fucked like this," she moaned. "I don't want it to ever end."

After several minutes of that slow moving deep in her pussy, I started to swirl a little faster, our screwing movements growing more intense as our need to cum kept building.

"Oh fuck, I can't stand this. Oh, fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder! I have to cum. Please! Make me cum!"

I was determined to go slowly and let the need to explode build slowly. I kept my cock moving in the small screwing motion.

Megan lifted herself off the pillows, moving her ass in a faster, swirling motion, but I increased my weight on her holding her down, trying to keep her still. Megan started to buck against me harder and faster and I could feel how hot and desperate she was getting.

"Ohhhhhh please, please, fuck me harder," she said, turning to face me. "Please. Please, I can't stand this."

She was bucking against me harder, trying to get me to fuck her harder, but I kept my cock deep in her pussy, trying to control the pace but her pushing against me and begging me made it impossible not to respond to her need to cum. I was feeling the urge to cum too and so I slowly pulled out and thrust my cock slowly back in, doing everything I could to slowly increase our need to cum. After a few slow but harder thrusts, I pulled all the way out and rammed my cock deep and hard into her pussy, causing her to gasp.

"Oh yes fuck me! fuck me! Give it to me!"

Her screaming for my cock drove me over the edge. I lost all control and rammed my cock into her, pulled out and thrust into her pussy as hard as I could, driving her body into the pillows. She was still arched over the pillows as my cock went in and out, harder and faster, both of us on the verge of exploding. Suddenly, I felt her body shudder. "OhhhhhhhhFuck! I'm cummmming she screamed as a huge orgasm swept over her. I kept thrusting, knowing I was on the verge of exploding with her and wanting her to cum again.

Don't stop! Don't stop!" she screamed as I thrust harder and faster, pounding her pussy with all my strength and suddenly my cock swelled, just as she yelled, "Ohhhhhhhhmygod! I'm cummmmmming again!" and another violent orgasm swept over her. I kept thrusting harder and faster and suddenly, my cock erupted like a volcano and my cum burst forth like hot lava, filling her pussy and spilling out on to the pillow beneath her. I could not believe how intense my orgasm was as spurt after spurt gushed into her dripping pussy.

I collapsed on her still arched over the pillow, both of us gasping and panting as we came back to earth. Neither of us spoke as we lay there recovering from our slow quiet pleasuring that built to a wild passionate crescendo of screams and orgasms.

"Hope you don't mind a little wake up call," I whispered in her ear as I lay on her.

"You can wake me up like that anytime," she said, turning her face to me.

Still laying on her I kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. "Let's get a little more sleep then get some breakfast at the diner down the road," I said, rolling off of her, kissing her again.

"Good idea. I love diner food," she said. She kissed me then turned and within minutes we were both a sleep.

Two hours later, I woke to the sound of the shower and saw that the place next to me was empty. I got up and went into the bathroom. Megan heard me and moved the curtain aside. "Come on in the water's great," she said.

I got in and took the soapy wash cloth from her. I turned her facing away from me and began washing her back and shoulders then moved down to her ass and between her legs, washing the inside of her thighs. While standing behind her, washing her, I moved my hand between her spread legs, placing the wet soapy wash cloth on her pussy, holding it there then dropped it, replacing it with my middle finger. My other hand grabbed one of her tits and began playing with it under the cascading water, loving her ass pressing against the length of my hard cock. I kissed her shoulder as we stood there in the steamy shower, my finger moving in and out of her pussy from behind, loving her moaning sounds.

She wiggled her ass against my cock, urging me to grind harder, my finger moving deeper into her tight pussy then adding a second finger, feeling her arching slightly as she leaned back, fucking herself harder on my fingers. My other hand grasped her tit and begin pinching and twisting her soapy nipple.

Megan then bent forward, placing her hands on the tiled wall, spreading her legs wider apart and turned to face me, looking at me over her shoulder, quickly pushing her wet hair from her eyes. We didn't have to speak--her lust filled eyes told me what she wanted. I took my fingers from her pussy, grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her wide open pussy as she bent over, pushing herself on to my cock. Her screaming echoing in the shower as I rammed my cock into her dripping pussy, the warm water pouring down on both of us.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I love it," she yelled. Her wet hair hung down over the front of her face as she lowered her head. With her hands flat against the wall, her strong arms pushing her body onto my cock as hard as she could, I knew I wouldn't last long and felt my cum boiling in my balls ready to explode.

Suddenly, Megan tensing, trembling screamed, "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming! Ohhhhhhhhh shit I'm cummmmmmming! Keep fucking me! Oh baby, don't stop! Oh fuck I love how you fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck here it comes!" I felt her whole body quivering then exploding as an intense orgasm swept over her. I continued to ram my cock into her dripping pussy, my cock swelling as she pushed herself against my swollen cock and that was it--my whole body shook as a huge thrilling orgasm rolled through me and my cock exploded, gushing my cum deep into her pussy, both of us screaming at the top of our lungs, our voices bouncing off the tiled walls. I was bent over her back as the water poured down on us. I then lifted her up and turned her to face me and we kissed madly, our tongues devouring each others' tongues as we held each other tightly.

I pulled my mouth away. We looked into each others eyes, through our wet hair.

"Whew," I sighed. "That was so wild," I managed to say.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned softly, leaning against me, her head on my shoulder, my arms embracing her, the warm soothing water pouring over us as if under a water fall.

I turned the water off and reached outside for a towel, and handing her a towel and got one for myself and we dried each others bodies. She then dashed for the bed and fell down on her back and I followed and lay down on top of her. We kissed again. I then looked down at her, our eyes meeting.

"I think I worked up an appetite for a good breakfast. How about you?" I asked.

"I'm famished," she said. "Let's get going."

She pushed me off and hopped up, grabbed her jeans and squirmed into them. She then went to her back pack and pulled out a black turtle neck sweater. She slipped on her sandals, ran a brush through her wet hair. I put on my jeans and a fresh t-shirt from my back pack and just like that we were out the door.

I loved her spontaneity and within five minutes we were walking into Duffy's Diner. It was early morning and a few customers were at the counter, hovering over coffee, but all the booths were empty. As we walked to a table, a plump waitress in a pink uniform with bright red lipstick called to us --"Sit anywhere, folks and I'll bring you some coffee."

We took our seats at a booth towards the rear and just as we sat down she brought us two mugs of coffee and handed us menus and said, "Morning folks, my name's Rosie.

"I know what I want," I said. "Make it two eggs up, rye toast and home fries."

"How 'bout you, miss," Rosie asked as she wrote down my order.

"Same," Megan said, "except make mine over easy."

When she walked away, Megan again said, "I love diner food."

We picked up our coffee mugs and clicked them, smiling at each other. "To luck," Megan said, looking into my eyes.

"To luck," I repeated and took a sip of the hot coffee and let out a big "ahhhhhhh."

Megan took a sip of her coffee and also said, "Ahhhhhhhh" and we both laughed.

"I love coffee," she said, taking another sip, then put her mug down and looked at me. "So Thom, what's your story? Who are you? I know you love to fuck but I want to know you."

I laughed at her directness. "Yeah, we didn't do much talking last night, did we?"

"True, but I can tell a lot about a man by how he fucks," she said. "And I already know a lot about you from that. But like I said, I'm insatiable. I want more of you--a lot more so tell me your story."

"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours," I said.

"Okay, that's fair," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "I already told you a little." "I'm a writer--novels, poetry. I was divorced two years ago, pretty friendly. We kind of wore each other out, I guess, then a kind of boredom set in. I live in a cabin in Maine, off the grid, a simple, quiet life. I used to teach but gave it up and now I'm doing what I've always wanted to do, just write everyday."

"Wow! Off the grid. Cool!" Megan nodded. "It's good that you can write everyday."

"I'm actually pretty shy," I continued, "so what happened with us last night was pretty different for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. It just seemed that when you walked in, something took over and I immediately knew I wanted you."

"Me, too. I'm actually very shy, too, believe it or not," Megan said. "But like I told you, when I stopped in that bar, wanting to break out of my professional role, I was hoping I would meet some guy who wanted what I wanted. Usually nothing happens when I do that, but sometimes I get lucky but then it's over and I feel kind of funny--hard to explain, kind of empty. Anyway it's been awhile, but when I saw you, it was more than lust at first sight," she added and laughed. I really wanted something to happen when I saw you. I can't explain it."

"Maybe it was just being in a bar in the middle of nowhere and we were strangers and we just let go of our inhibitions. There's something exciting about anonymous sex--no strings, just lust," I said.

She nodded, just then the waitress came and put our breakfast down. We stopped talking so she wouldn't hear what we were saying. We nodded thanks and continued talking as soon as she walked away.

"Yes, I know what you mean about anonymous sex, but I've had that--one night stands, but meeting you in the bar last night was different."

Different?" I asked.

"Yes, I was immediately attracted to you—especially when we started talking. I can't explain it. You seemed different. After I broke up with this guy over a year ago, I just went into hibernation. I wouldn't let anything like this happen, though I have had the opportunity with guys flirting and buying me drinks, but I always backed out, getting them angry at me, calling me a tease and all that." She took a deep swallow of her coffee and put her cup down on the table and looked into my eyes.

"What was different?" I asked.

"It was intuition. When I walked in and our eyes met and I felt a smile come over me, I knew I wanted you. I mean I was horny to begin with--that's why I went there but I can't just fuck any body--there has to be something else going on. When you paid for my drink and I saw that look in your eyes, and we started talking, I knew we were going to fuck and I wanted it to happen. I trust my intuition."

"Are you sure you weren't just horny--I mean after over a year of not fucking."

"Positive. I wasn't all that horny when I first walked --though I wanted to be--but when I saw you, I got really turned on, but, like I said, it was more than lust."

"You were dressed pretty provocatively" I said, "Like you wanted action. Those tight jeans and tank top didn't leave much to the imagination."

"I like being sexy," Megan said. "I love my body and I love my mind and I like being in control."

"Are you a tease?" I asked.

"Maybe, I guess so. Yes, I like turning guys on. I like when guys look at me but I rarely let anything happen. I guess I'm caught between my feminist ideas and my wanting to just let go."

"That's pretty dangerous isn't it--turning guys on--teasing?" I asked.

"Yes and that's exciting to me. The danger," she said. "But like I said, I am always in control. No one fucks me unless I want it."

"You're pretty complicated," I said.

"Yes and you like that don't you," she said. "I could tell you liked when I said I was insatiable and you said you were going to make me beg me to stop—you liked the challenge and that's when I was sure you were someone I could be interested in--the first guy in a long time." She paused and looked me in the eye. "You weren't afraid of me and you knew you could control me--that excited me very much.

"Why did that excite you?" I asked.

"Because you made me your slut," she said. "I'm not a slut but no one has ever reached that secret place in me, a place I keep hidden and you got me so out of my mind with lust, I wanted you to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to give my whole body to you. I wanted to lose control with you. I felt how generous and powerful you are. You gave me what I needed, something no one else has."

"Interesting," I said, nodding, looking into her eyes, fascinated by what she was revealing, her honesty and intensity making her even more appealing.

"So, what's your story, Megan?" I asked, taking a bite of my toast. "I'm curious how you came to be so complicated."

She laughed, nodding at my comment, took a sip of her coffee then sighed. "I grew up in a very conservative family in New Jersey, you know, church every Sunday, choir practice on Thursday nights. I told you, my dad's a professor of theology and I was expected to be a good girl and not have sex until I was married, but I loved to sing jazz and I took modern dance and performed in high school musicals. I liked letting loose in my singing and dancing." She took a bite of her eggs and toast, a sip of coffee and looked at me. "But I lost my virginity at a party in the back of this guy's car and loved the feeling and so I dated him and we fucked a lot. My good girl days were behind me." She paused, took a sip of her coffee.