Megan Chadwick had always had a happy life. She was outgoing and friendly with everyone. In high school she had been popular and had dated one boy. She was more sexually conservative than most of her friends, but she finally gave him her virginity on prom night of her senior year. Their relationship ended four months later when he joined the Army and she went off to college.
At the university, her blonde hair, blue eyes and long legs attracted a lot of attention from men and during her freshman and sophomore years at the university she dated several, but none of them seriously interested her until she met Jeff Carson. They were the same age and had many of the same interests. Within a couple of weeks, she lost interest in dating anyone but him and within a year they were engaged.
For a year, Megan had never been happier, but when a professor didn't show up, one of her classes was cancelled and she went to Jeff's apartment an hour early. She was shocked when she walked in and caught him getting a blowjob from a woman who lived in the same complex. Jeff immediately shoved the woman away, but Megan threw her engagement ring at him and ran out the door. She heard Jeff calling out to her as she hurried to her car, but she didn't stop. Tears were streaming down her face as she drove out of the parking lot.
Jeff called four times while she was driving back to her dorm, but Megan refused to answer the phone. When she entered her room, Megan threw herself down on her bed and surrendered to the heaving sobs that she had tried to keep pent up inside her while she was driving. Her roommate, Kristy, came in and tried to soothe her. When Megan had calmed down enough to tell her friend what had happened, Kristy advised her to break up with Jeff, but Megan loved him and refused to even consider that right then.
For two days, Jeff called and texted as he desperately tried to talk to her. He even sent roses and a card begging her to forgive him. On the third day, Megan relented and answered the phone when he called. He asked her to meet him at their favorite restaurant, but she refused. After listening to him beg and plead for her to see him, she finally agreed to meet him on a bench outside her dorm.
Jeff had roses for her again when they met an hour later. He told her he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He swore that what she had seen had never happened before and would never happen again. Finally, she agreed to start dating again, but she refused to let him put her ring back on her finger. They dated for three weeks before she agreed to wear his ring again. She smiled when she saw how jubilant he was when she let him slip it back on her finger. Their relationship got back on track and they got married a year later, two weeks after they got their degrees.
After a short honeymoon, they moved to Jeff's hometown where his family had a large business. His family was well established and respected in the small town where he had grown up. They bought a small two bedroom house on a mountain overlooking the town and settled in. Megan was welcomed into the community and life was wonderful.
Over the next four years, Megan became especially close to her brother-in-law Brad. He and Jeff frequently watched ballgames together and he had dinner with them at least once a week. Megan and Brad enjoyed teasing each other and they became good friends.
Brad was at their home for dinner one night when Megan insisted, "You're too good of a catch not to be married. There are lots of women who would love to date you. You just need to find the right one."
Megan glared at her husband when Jeff told his brother, "Yeah, you need a woman to keep you warm at night. Do like I did, get yourself a tall beautiful woman with great legs. One with nice tits and a firm butt that looks great in tight pants or a short skirt."
She blushed crimson when Brad looked into her eyes and said, "I'm afraid all the women like that are already taken."
Jeff had his back turned and didn't notice the way Brad looked at his wife. He suggested, "Why don't we watch a dirty movie or two and kill a bottle of Jack while we talk about women around here you might be interested in?"
Brad just smiled and shook his head while he looked at Megan again. "I appreciate the invitation, but I prefer having a real flesh and blood woman in my arms."
Megan felt her nipples harden and blood rushed to her face again in response to the way Brad looked at her. She quickly turned away and went into the kitchen. She heard Brad telling his brother goodbye as he left. A couple of hours later, she was in the throes of orgasm as she rode her husband's cock... but in her mind she was picturing Brad.
Megan was startled by how the way she felt about Brad had changed. She was married and shouldn't be thinking about other men like that, especially her brother-in-law. She loved her husband and didn't want to encourage any other men. For months, she was socially polite to Brad, but deliberately avoided situations in which they might be alone. She still greeted him with a hug, but it was more stiff and formal than it had once been. Megan decided if Brad had a woman in his life, it would put a mental barrier between them and help extinguish her attraction to him. She played matchmaker and set him up with a few women, but it never went past a date or two. After three failed attempts, Megan tried to introduce him to one of the nurses at the hospital, but he refused to meet her and the way he looked at Megan made it clear he didn't want her to try again.
Megan was working for a local doctor who got called out of town unexpectedly one day. She was excited about being able to go home early and was looking forward to having a romantic candlelit dinner ready when her husband got home. She stopped at the store and bought steaks, salad and potatoes. When Megan entered the house, she heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. Jeff always turned on the bedroom TV when he got home and she thought that was what she heard. She smiled at the thought of spending an unexpected couple of hours making love with her husband. Wanting to surprise him, she put the groceries on the kitchen counter and crept quietly down the hall.
When she opened the door, Megan froze in disbelief. She stared in shock at her husband's ass flexing as it rose and fell between the widely spread legs of another woman. It seemed to her like she stood there for hours, although it was only seconds. The spell was broken when the woman turned her head and Megan saw her face. A whimper of pain and anguish escaped her lips when she recognized the woman who was writhing with pleasure beneath Jeff's powerful thrusts. Cheryl was her friend and the wife of their pastor. Cheryl heard Megan's plaintive cry and her eyes flew open. When she saw Megan standing in the door, she desperately tried to push Jeff away as she babbled in panic. With a sob of despair, Megan whirled and fled the scene of her husband's betrayal.
Jeff stumbled across the living room as he tried to put on his pants while he ran out in the yard in an attempt to catch Megan. By the time he got there, Megan was already in her car and rapidly driving away. He tried calling but she wouldn't answer. She drove around for hours and then called a friend she worked with. The woman invited her over and Megan stayed with her. He tried to see her, but she would not come to the door. Her friend came to the door and told him to leave. Jeff said he would stay with his parents and let Megan stay at the house until she was ready to talk. The next day, Jeff sent her flowers, but Megan left them on the porch. It broke her heart, but after he had cheated on her twice, she knew he wasn't going to change. A week later, she had Jeff served with divorce papers.
News of the impending divorce spread quickly, although the details were not known. As in any small town, there was a lot of speculation. People were looking at Megan with both concern and suspicion. The rumor mill got started and it was soon spreading gossip that Megan had cheated on Jeff. Megan was shocked and hurt that she would be the one that was blamed. She confided in her boss about what had really happened and he told his wife. Before long, it was the talk of the town.
The people in the small town had been warm and welcoming when Jeff came home from college with his bride, but during the divorce their attitude toward her changed. The people in the area turned noticeably cooler toward her and people she had thought were her friends began to avoid her. After thinking about it, Megan was hurt, but not totally surprised. Jeff's family had lived here for seven generations and the town even bore his family's name. When she had accused the wife of a prominent pastor of sleeping with her husband, no one wanted to believe her. She had become an outsider who was no longer welcome.
Jeff moved into an apartment while Megan remained in their big house on a mountain a few miles outside of town. She knew she wanted to leave the area and return to her own hometown, but she couldn't afford to leave her job until the divorce was settled. Fortunately, there weren't any children involved and Jeff agreed to sell the house and split the money.
After Jeff and Megan separated and the divorce was slowly proceeding, Brad was the only one in town who didn't turn his back on Megan. He tried to be supportive and even invited her out to dinner a few times, but Megan didn't want to give the town gossips more to wag their tongues about, so she refused. He started dropping by occasionally and bringing take out. Megan was glad to have someone to talk to and watch TV with her. She wasn't worried. No matter what the local gossips might say she knew their relationship had always been strictly platonic.
It was winter before the divorce was final and two weeks later the house sold. Brad and one of the women Megan worked with came over and helped her pack. The moving company couldn't pick up the furniture for another week, but Megan had gotten a new job ad was starting it on Monday. She was leaving on Friday and since the forecast was calling for heavy snow and ice that night, she was in a hurry trying to get some boxes loaded into her car and the small U-Haul trailer she had rented. Two people, who had been her friends just weeks ago, drove slowly by as she struggled to carry boxes outside, but didn't stop to help.
An hour later, a few flakes were already drifting down when Brad pulled up in his car. Megan was trying to wrestle a large box down the steps and he quickly ran over and took it from her. She smiled, "It sure is nice to see a friendly face."
He smiled as he carried the box across the yard. "I hope you know I will always be your friend." Placing it in the trailer, he followed her inside to get more.
It took several hours for them to finish packing the boxes Megan was going to take with her and load them. It had started sleeting before they were finished and they were squinting against the driving pellets of ice and freezing rain as they carried boxes out to her car. By the time the last box was packed away, it was almost dark and the ground had become coated with an opaque layer of sleet. When Megan slipped on the slick ground as she was walking back to make a final check of the house, Brad caught her in his arms before she could fall. Their faces were only inches apart as he held her close. Megan's heart fluttered when she saw in Brad's eyes the tenderness and caring that had been missing in her life for so long. She felt butterflies in her stomach as her mind told her, ‘This can't be happening. Brad is my brother-in-law. We're just friends.' But, at the same time, he was a handsome virile man and her body was responding to him in ways that she had never expected.
Mega tore her eyes away from his and gently pulled back from his embrace. Brad released her and helped her back to the porch. They paused and turned to look at the storm. Limbs were tossing in the wind and every surface had a coating of ice that was becoming thicker by the minute. There was no sign of the storm letting up and the temperature was dropping rapidly. He voiced what was increasingly obvious to them both. "The roads are going to be too bad to even attempt to make it down the mountain. I think for tonight, we're on our own."
She asked, "Are you sure? Maybe if we leave now..." Megan jumped when she was interrupted by the sound of a tree crashing down. Darkness closed in on them when the lights suddenly went out. She was trembling when Brad took her hand. "The storm is getting worse and there may be several trees down already." He paused to look out into the gathering darkness. "Some of them are probably blocking the road. I think we should wait until morning to drive down the mountain. We will be able to see then and the storm should be over." Megan nodded silently as they turned and went back in the house.
Megan stared nervously out at the storm. The low clouds that enwrapped the mountain like a shadowy threat had created a premature darkness that foretold of worse weather to come. As they looked out the window into the growing storm, small pellets of ice continued to fall and were now intermingled with swirling flakes of snow. Tree branches had become encased in tubes of ice and were waving menacingly in the growing storm. The wet freezing rain had soaked their clothes and even though the house protected them from the howling wind, they were both really cold. With the electricity out, the heating system couldn't run and they both knew they had to have heat. There was a stack of firewood outside, but it was already covered in ice. With no other choice, they went back outside and worked together to bring some wood onto the porch. It would not be dry enough to burn until sometime the next day, but it was the best they could do. A few small logs and a five gallon bucket of kindling that were inside next to the fireplace were the only dry wood they had. Brad knocked all of the ice he could off a couple of armloads of wood and then brought them inside. He stacked the wet wood near the fireplace to dry while Megan watched and shivered inside her coat. He built a small fire, but the amount of heat it provided was not enough to dispel all of the cold that permeated the inside of the house.
Their eyes drifted around the room which had been stripped of everything except a few pieces of furniture. Eventually, their eyes connected and her heart started beating faster when the saw the love in his eyes. The emptiness of the room seemed to close in around them to create a warm intimacy that was making it even more difficult for her to resist the feelings that were growing inside her.
Megan was the first to look away as she began to walk nervously around the room. The cold wetness of her clothing was sapping the meager warmth she had left in her body and she wrapped her arms more tightly around her in a feeble attempt to fight the numbing chill. Brad came up behind her and started rubbing his hands briskly up and down her arms. She allowed herself to sag back against him for a few moments, but then straightened and started walking around the room again.
It made her nervous, but Megan realized that in order to get warm they would have to take off their wet clothes. She looked everywhere for something they could wear or wrap themselves in while their clothes dried. She could not deny that being confined in such close proximity with a handsome man who was obviously attracted to her was affecting her, but at the same time, she was afraid of what might happen if she gave in to her growing desires.
She jumped slightly when Brad spoke from close behind her. "Can I help you find what you're looking for?"
She stammered, "I'm... I'm just looking for something to help us get warm."
He smiled at her and started opening boxes that had been left for the movers. Megan had used a blanket and two towels to wrap her dishes when she packed them. Brad found them and asked, "Will these help?"
She tried to avoid his eyes as she pulled them out and offered the towels to Brad. Her eyes slid toward him and then she deliberately looked at the flames that were devouring the wood in the fireplace. She turned her eyes from the glowing embers and looked at him uncomfortably. "We're going to freeze if we don't get out of these wet clothes." Handing him the towels, she suggested, "Wrap up in these and I'll use the blanket while our clothes dry." Turning their backs to each other, they stripped out of their wet jackets, jeans, shoes and socks. Megan paused for a moment, and glanced at Brad to see if he was looking at her. His back was still turned, but her heart raced when she saw him bend over and slide his wet briefs down his legs. The strong muscles of his body rippled as he stepped out of his last piece of clothing and stood naked. Afraid that he would see her before she could cover up, Megan quickly stepped out of her wet panties and dropped her bra to the floor. She swung the blanket over her shoulders to conceal her nakedness and waited self-consciously for him to face her.
Brad was still looking away from her when he asked, "Are you ready for me to turn around?"
Since she had looked at him and knowing that Jeff and most other men would have tried to sneak a peek at her as she undressed; Megan was surprised by his politeness. She blushed and replied, "Yes, you can turn around now."
Brad had a towel knotted around his waist and the other one was draped over his shoulders. His upper body was partially exposed and Megan couldn't help but notice his flat stomach and the firm breadth of his chest. He crossed the room and spread his clothes in front of the fire to dry. Without a word he picked up hers and did the same with them. Megan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he draped her lacy bra and panties over the back of a small chair and placed it close to the fire.
While he was doing that, Megan removed the elastic band that held her hair back in a ponytail. When Brad turned to face her and stared in awe as she shook her hair free. Her hair was flowing loose and soft over her shoulders in a golden cascade that took his breath away. He felt his cock start to thicken when her blanket fell partially open as she combed her fingers through her lustrous, wheat colored tresses. Brad couldn't see more than the space between her breasts and her navel, but when Megan noticed him staring at her, she quickly pulled the blanket tighter around her and clenched it in her fists.
Megan's nipples had stiffened when she saw the hunger in his eyes, but she tried to act nonchalant when she asked, "Is something wrong?"
His voice was soft and deeply resonate with emotion when he told her, "You're so beautiful."
Megan felt heat flood her face as she blushed again. She stammered, "You can't mean that. I'm a wreck," as she self-consciously reached up and ran her fingers through her hair.
His voice almost felt like a caress when he softly assured her, "I've always thought you were a beautiful woman, but never more than right now."
Feeling pleased but embarrassed, Megan busied herself with pulling the cushions off the couch and placing them near the fire as she commanded, "Sit down and get warm." Wearing only the scant covering of the towels and blanket, they sat next to one another in front of the small fire. Although they weren't touching, they were both very aware of each other.
Megan's heart pounded as she felt the sexual tension growing. Wanting to place a little distance between them, she got up and went in the kitchen. She called to him, "Are you hungry?" as she started rummaging around to see if she might have missed something when she packed. Finding a forgotten box of crackers in the dark recesses of a cabinet, she brought it back to the fire. They had drank a couple of bottles of water earlier in the day. While she was looking for food, Brad took the empty bottles outside and filled them with snow. She was returning from the kitchen when he came in and placed them on the hearth to allow the snow to melt
They munched on the crackers and sat quietly for a couple of minutes while they listened to the roaring sound of the wind outside. The wood they had brought in had dried enough to burn and he added some of it to the fire before bringing some more in from the porch. When he came back inside, Megan was checking their clothes. They still felt clammy, so she left them where they were to dry some more. She looked at Brad quizzically when he went into the bedroom and returned dragging the mattress with him. He placed it near the fire and told her, "You can sleep on this and I'll sleep on the couch cushions."
Megan lay down on the mattress and looked at him. They were both still cold and Megan knew that the small fire along with the thin blanket and towels were not going to be enough to keep them warm. "If we're going to make it through the night, we have to share all the warmth we can." Keeping her body covered, she opened the other half of the blanket. "We have to combine our body heat. Get under here with me."
Brad hesitated and asked, "Are you sure?"
She giggled at his attempt to be chivalrous. "Yes, I'm sure. Now get down here and help me get warm."
He lay down beside her and pulled the blanket over him. She wondered what he was doing when he started wriggling around under the blanket, but his squirming was explained when he pulled the towels out and spread them out to add an additional insulating layer over their bodies. The blanket that was creased between them and was now the only thing keeping their naked bodies from touching.
Their forced isolation from other people and the dancing interplay of light and shadows that the firelight formed on the ceiling above them produced an intimacy that had never existed between them before. As if afraid of making the intimate closeness that had been thrust upon them even more intense, Megan tried to divert attention from the situation when she softly asked, "Do you think we will be able to leave tomorrow?"
"If the snow stops and road crews are able to get out, they will be up here as soon as they can, but they will work on the roads closer to town first. No one knows we're here, so I doubt they will plow this road until most of the others are cleared."
Even with the fire, it was still cold in the cabin. Brad's breathe had formed a cloud in the air as he spoke. He felt Megan shiver, so he turned on his side and lifted the blanket to encircle her with his arms. Her heart pounded, but she didn't pull away as she gratefully snuggled up close to him and relished the warmth of his body against to hers. Megan shivered with a combination of cold and growing sexual desire as he briskly ran his hands up down her back. With a small sigh, she accepted his touch and molded her body to his. She felt her nipples harden and tried to blame it on the cold rather than the intimate proximity of their bodies. It had been months since she had sex, and being naked beneath a blanket with a highly attractive man, was having a definite effect on her. Her pulse raced as she felt her nipples press into his skin. It was impossible for her to stop the surge of blood that started to engorge the soft folds of her carnal flower and the petals began to bloom as her arousal grew. Megan tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the feel of his hard male body touching hers wouldn't allow her to ignore the erotic situation in which she found herself.
Brad felt her breathing become deeper and he was acutely aware of the hard points of her nipples pressing into him. His cock was also responding to the situation as it began to lengthen and harden. Even when she was married to his brother, he had always been strongly attracted to Megan and the feel of her skin pressing against his added fuel to the fire of his desire.
Megan's heart pounded when she felt his now rigid cock press insistently against her and she drew in a deep breathe when his hand drifted slowly down her back to caress the firm curve of her ass. Her skin tingled as his fingers traced a slow pattern across her right cheek before exploring the cleft between her firm globes. She responded to his intimate touch by moving closer and gently kissing the side of his neck. He turned his head to look at her and she could see the dancing heat of desire in his eyes.
He whispered, "I've always wanted you, but I don't want anything to happen that's not what you want too."
A warm tide of arousal, more powerful than any drug, spread through her body. After the rejection she had felt when Jeff cheated on her, it felt intoxicating to experience the knowledge that a man desired her. When Megan's eyes met Brad's, her nipples became even harder until they stood out before her like bullets. The aroma, hardness and heat of his body spread through her in a rushing current that made carnal need surge through her blood and forced her to realize just how much she had wanted him for months. Any doubt that he had about whether she wanted him as much as he wanted her was dispelled by the heat in Megan's eyes and the rapid rise and fall of her full, round breasts. She pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. Her lips parted slightly as she softly whispered, "I want you too." Slowly, Megan's eyes drifted shut and her lips parted slightly in an invitation that could not be denied.
His arm tightened around her as he pulled her back against him. As their bodies pressed together, he could feel her heart beating wildly as though it was going to jump out of her chest. She held her breathe as his mouth moved to hers. At first, the touch of his lips against hers was soft and gentle, but then his tongue slipped between them and their kiss became hotter. Her tongue darted out to dance with his as their mouths moved together with rapidly increasing passion. Megan's moan vibrated against his tongue as she arched her back and pressed her breasts firmly against his chest.
As their tongues swirled together, his hand kneaded the firm globes of her ass. When he slid his hand over her hip and down to cup her mound, she moaned her approval and opened her thighs to welcome it between them. When his finger slid over the wetness he found there, she made no effort to stop him and instead pressed the hot flesh of her cleft firmly against his hand. She whimpered with flaring desire when she felt him part her eager folds and one finger slid inside her. As he moved his finger in and out of her throbbing wetness, a litany of mews and whimpers escaped Megan and her hips tilted upward to give him easier access to the most intimate part of her body.
The kiss ended when Brad lowered his head to deposit a trail of kisses across the upper slope of her breasts. When Megan felt the warmth of his mouth close over the throbbing pink spire that tipped her breast, her fingers curled through his hair and she pushed her breast firmly against him. Her body was on fire with the heat of her soaring desire as she welcomed his carnal exploration of her body. It had been months since she had felt the intimate caress of a man and every touch was met with a rising passion that left no doubt about what she needed.
While he suckled on her breast, Brad moved his body over hers and she opened her legs to welcome him between them. Megan gasped when she felt the tip of his cock touch the swollen lips of her cleft. When his hard crown parted her blossoming folds, her knees lifted as she opened herself to him completely. He rose above her on his elbows and their eyes met as his rigid hardness slid forward and filled her aching depths. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her, Megan lost control. She cried out and her nails dug into his skin as she came hard.
Afraid he too would lose control, Brad held still with his cock buried in the convulsing tightness of her throbbing pussy as she rode the waves of her climax. As the tremors of her release started to ebb, Brad began to slowly move in and out of her clinging wetness.
Brad was stoking the heat of her passion with a steady rhythm that refused to allow the heat of her orgasm to completely subside. Megan eagerly responded and her hips started to pump upward to meet his thrusts as her passion began to mount again. Her nails dug into his neck and shoulders as her hips pushed up to meet the deep, gliding plunges of his cock.
Megan looked up at him as he slowly moved in and out of her. He could see the passion burning in her eyes, but he also thought he saw more. She moaned and her eyes rolled back as she savored the feel of his cock while it filled her aching emptiness again and again. She gasped; a sharp intake of air mixed with a partial groan, as Brad slowly pulled back and paused with only the head of his rigid tower still inside her. Without hesitation she clamped down with her vaginal muscles as her pussy attempted to pull his manhood back inside her.
With his cock poised at the entrance to her throbbing fountain of pleasure, she opened her eyes and whimpered, "Please..." as she looked up at him.
He savored the look on her face as it contorted with pleasure when he thrust forward and filled her again. She wailed and her back arched when his rigid hardness sank deep into her neglected pussy. When he began to fuck her with a deep, steady rhythm, she cried out and her heels hooked behind his legs as she welcomed the exquisite pleasure of having his cock inside her. As her passion rapidly climbed, Megan made an inarticulate sound of pleasure and tilted her hips up to meet the penetrating thrusts of his descending shaft as he stroked in and out of her throbbing fountain of lust.
His hips were moving in a gentle rocking motion against hers and the intense pleasure she felt made her body shudder with delight. A guttural moan welled form deep inside Megan as her hips moved in rhythm with Brad's, but she wanted more, much more. Her breath was a hot caress on his skin when she hissed, "Harder...Fuck me harder."
He responded by drawing his cock out of her until only the head was still within her warm velvet grasp and then he slammed it back deep inside her. Megan cried out and her back arched with pleasure. She shuddered and gasped as the tempo of their lovemaking rapidly increased until their bodies were slamming together in frantic carnal union. She dug her nails into the flexing muscles of his ass and pulled him closer as she growled, "Oh God Yes! Make me yours!"
He was hammering into her so hard the slap of their bodies merging echoed in the room. Megan's body writhed with pleasure beneath his pounding thrusts. Completely overcome with lust, her whimpers and moans spurred Brad on as he drove them both toward climax. Megan was quickly losing the last vestige of her control and her soft hair began tossing across the blanket as her cries of passion grew louder. Her body responded to his ardent thrusts and the heat of her passion flared as a tidal wave of passion roared through her body to focus in the throbbing depths between her legs.
Brad felt his balls tighten against him and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Megan's pussy was incredibly hot and unbelievably wet. The powerful sensation of feeling her envelope his throbbing hardness was more intense than anything Brad had ever experienced.
Megan's legs were now wrapped around his waist and her nails were digging into his shoulders as her body undulated in rhythm with his. Brad's face was buried in the side of her neck as he used all of his energy to plow his hard shaft deep in the welcoming depths of her pussy.
His thrusts were getting faster as he felt his climax approaching. He groaned hoarsely, "I'm going to cum!"
Her legs tightened around him as she gasped, "I want it ... don't stop."
Brad lifted himself on his elbows and started thrusting faster into Megan's warm, welcoming depths. She wailed with pleasure as he kept up the relentless pounding which was driving her rapidly toward orgasm. Their lips met and their tongues danced in rhythm with the heaving thrusts of their hips as they climbed together toward ecstasy.
He felt her body tense beneath him and knew she was approaching climax. "Give it up. Give it to me," he demanded of her, as they broke the kiss.
"I'm almost there...don't stop," she whined.
"I'm never going to stop!" he gasped.
"Oh, Brad! I'm cumming," she gasped as her body shook and convulsed with exquisite pleasure. She threw her head back and screamed as the power of her release hit her. "OH FUCK...OH MY GOD...OH YES...FUCK MEEE!"
Her legs began to spasm around him while she gripped him tight and pulled him deeper inside her. As her orgasm began to ebb, Brad reached between them and flicked her engorged clit. Her body stiffened in surprise and seconds later she convulsed wildly as her wails of pleasure filled the room.
"Ahhhhhhnnnnn...ohhh...ohhh...oh fuck yes...so good...oh fuck..." she cried out loudly, as she came harder than she ever had before.
Brad felt her pussy spasm on his cock as her body ecstatically slammed against his. Her cry of release as she soared into another orgasm and the tight throbbing of her pussy around his cock were too much for him to withstand. She whimpered when she felt his rigid tower swell within her as he pounded her with quick hard jabs. Her flower of lust blossomed and swallowed his cock and held it deep inside her as she welcomed the arrival of his climax. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure when she felt his cock pulse as it bathed the inside of her throbbing pussy with his hot seed. Brad groaned as his ass clenched and relaxed repeatedly while he pumped his hot cream deep into Megan's convulsing nest of passion. Finally, his thrusting strokes became erratic and then slowed until they finally stopped altogether. He weakly tried to keep his weight off her as he lay gasping on top of her. As they clung weakly together, the only sounds in the room were the soft crackling of the fire and the gasping of the two lovers as they strained to catch their breath.
Megan's intense orgasms had left her body singing with pleasure and glowing with the warm wetness of her passion as the powerful ecstatic quivers began to ebb. When he rolled off to her side, she lay beneath his arm, her breasts pillowed against his chest as they both fought for breath. Her body hummed with contented pleasure as her mind drifted euphorically. She practically purred with contentment as she mused, ‘God, I really needed that.' The sense of rejection and an underlying feeling of sexual inadequacy that had been born when she saw her husband in the throes of passion with another woman had been banished by Brad's overwhelming desire for her.
Their bodies glistened with sweat as they lay intertwined and basked in the afterglow of their mutual pleasure. Megan's mind was filled with wonder. In bed, Brad wasn't anything like his brother. Jeff was a passionate lover and she had sometimes responded to his lovemaking with strong orgasms, but he was always focused on his own pleasure and frequently came before she was ready. Brad, on the other hand, had proven to be sensitive to her needs. He was an ardent and considerate lover who made sure she came more than once before he did. Her lips curved into a smile against the firmness of his chest as she thought, ‘Twice!' That was a new and very welcome experience for her.
He kissed her gently as he held her close. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes..." she replied wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she added, "I'm floating on a cloud."
Her left leg was draped across Brad's upper thighs and the warm wetness of her well used pussy pressed against his skin as they lay together. Megan was sexually satisfied, but the heat of her reawakened desire still glowed within her. Her hand trailed slowly down the plain of his belly until she touched the half-limp length of his manhood. She gasped in surprise when she felt it immediately start to grow as he responded to her gentle caress. Her pussy blossomed with renewed passion as his column of carnal flesh continued to swell. Her fingers encircled his burgeoning column as she slowly stroked his growing hardness. The sensual feel of their mingled fluids covering her hand and the slick column of his throbbing flesh only added fuel to the raging fire of her pulsing desire.
Within moments, his carnal tower was rigid within her grasp. When Megan slid on top of him and sat up, the flickering firelight danced over her breasts to form erotic shadows that seemed to lick at her hard nipples. Their eyes were locked together as she reached down and positioned his rejuvenated hardness at the entrance to her dripping well. They both moaned as she slid down and engulfed his steely length in her flowing fountain of desire.
As she began to ride up and down on his column of lust, Megan giggled. "I don't think we have to worry about getting cold tonight."
She groaned when he reached up and cupped her swaying breasts in his hands and tweaked her hard nipples. As he arched his back and drove his hard shaft up to meet her, he smiled and responded, "I don't think we will ever be cold again."
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