CHAPTER 39

"Seriously? You?!" I asked, which she took as a compliment judging by her sudden shy smile. She nodded.

"Okay, then maybe I should guide you through this." I said, and she nodded again. "Okay, now watch me." I grabbed my own shaft in my hand. "See how I grabbed it in this way? You'll wanna do something similar. You want to make it easy to move up and down without it hurting or being uncomfortable. Also watch your pressure – too loose and it just feels weird, too tight and it can hurt, a lot."

She nodded diligently through my whole lesson and when I was done, I let go of myself and her hand replaced mine. At first mimicking my exact position, she experimented with her hand a little before deciding on a position and beginning to jerk me slowly. "How's this?" She asked quietly.

"That's really good, Megan, well done." I said, smiling down at her. She nodded, smiling herself, while beginning to pick up speed.

For an amateur, she actually wasn't bad once I set her straight. Her efforts were giving me more pleasure than I could when I was alone, and before long as she was stroking me, I was giving small groans and my body was shifting around a little.

She took this as high praise and a smile began to form. Once I saw she was content I let my head sit back, enjoying what Megan was doing to me. I had my eyes closed and only opened them when I felt something new. I jerked my head up and looked down to see Megan with her head down and tongue out, timidly licking away at the head of my dick.

She was licking it kind of like ice cream and while it didn't feel really stimulating, I decided not to intervene this time, but rather wait and see what she does. Sure enough, a few seconds later I saw her inhale determinedly and lower her mouth down to me. The licking stopped as she stopped her lips right above my head, and gave the head a small kiss. I quivered with anticipation as Megan looked into my eyes and giggled a bit, before opening her lips and sinking her head down onto my cock.

She couldn't sink her head far onto my without gagging, but oh my god the feeling was amazing. Even without using her tongue and her throat in unison, as she started to bob her head up and down, I instantly felt pure euphoria sweep over me, mixed with a delicious twinge of shock. My mouth hung open and my hips started to move autonomously as Megan began to extend her range, taking more of me into her with each amazing bob of her head. Her mouth felt very different from Nicole's, in ways I couldn't even think to describe.

"Oh my god Megan…" I began, realizing I gave her little oral feedback when she began. "For a first time you are doing amazingly."

Megan only moaned on my dick in response as she enthusiastically continued, eventually adding her hand to her mouth's efforts.

I may have been a 'fast learner' but I was nothing in comparison to her. Megan seemed like she knew exactly what I wanted and exactly how to give it to me. Every sound of mine she seemed to hear and she catered to every single one, as if my moans were clues for what to do next.

She had at least half, maybe two thirds of me in her mouth at this point. Each movement her head made gave me more pleasure than the previous, and at this point she was almost on par with Nicole, as amazing as that fact was to me.

Drunk with lust, I wanted to make her better than Nicole. "The tongue too…" I all but panted. "Swirl your tongue around the head."

Slowly, trying to figure out the best way to go about it I assume, Megan complied. Soon I felt her tongue, slowly at first, working its way around my head, playing with me in ways that Nicole's all-too-sure-of-her-own-way style didn't dare to approach. Megan was trying new things, and each one was an instant success.

Each effort of hers made me hornier and hornier, and before I even was aware of what I was doing, I had my hands on the back of her head, shoving her mouth onto me. "That's a good girl." I said forcefully. "Harder. Faster."

At first, Megan clearly coughed. Had my sensible side been working, I would have pulled her off me, made sure she was okay, and felt like a monster for what I had done. But I was way beyond that now. Megan had, if only temporarily, woken up something inside of me that even I myself didn't know to exist.

Before long, she was taking the extension I had given her with ease, her coughs turning into small moans. Her tongue was now masterful as I, amazed at how fast she had adapted, bucked my hips fully into her mouth, sure that at some points I might have been hitting her throat.

After a while her hands travelled up my thighs and had grabbed on to them. Was she getting a better grip? I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. I just wanted more of me in her amazing mouth. I wanted more. I pushed myself even farther into her, savoring the feeling, the feeling of having total control over the amazing shy girl Megan.

Once I went fully into her for the first time, all rational thought left my head. "That's a good little slut." I heard my voice say. Shit, that was me?! That didn't sound like me at all! I mean, it had my voice, but I would never say that.

"Go further, my little fucktoy." I continued, in a low voice I didn't know exist. Wow, Megan sure knew how to bring out the beast in me. At that moment, her hands tightened their grip and Megan went even quicker. I may have been close to coming, but I didn't let out any hints. Why did she do that. I looked around her to find my answer, when my eyes caught a look between her legs.

Today she was wearing a small, pink pair of shorts, and right in the middle of them was a small yet obvious wet spot. I no longer had the right to say that Nicole got turned on when she blew me – Megan was literally getting off on giving me a blowjob. Her hands tightened and the spot became bigger as she continued. Holy shit, I thought to myself as I realized why she was moaning on my dick and her hands grabbed at my thighs. She was seriously going to have an orgasm like this.

As soon as I made that realization, as if it were waiting for me, she came. She never took her mouth off of me, but the muffled moan/scream she made while still bobbing up and down gave me a pretty good hint. As my eyes travelled down her legs, I saw the wet spot had become exponentially bigger as some of her fluids leaked not only through her panties, but through her shorts as well, right onto the floor. Megan was a squirter. No, a gusher! This only turned me on more, seeing her like this, as my hands became more desperate, pushing her as far as I could into me. Megan went faster, wanting to please me, bobbing up and down with longer strokes, going faster and faster until I couldn't take it anymore.

My vision was taken from me as I came. I only saw black and stars as my head went limp and I felt spurt after spurt after spurt empty my sack entirely into Megan's mouth. The load filled her mouth and then some, so some of my cum ended up leaking from her lips and spilling down her cheeks. Still with my cum in her mouth, she gingerly removed her mouth from my dick, which took some of the cum with it, as I came to.

"Holy shit." was all I could say at first. "You're amazing at that."

Megan didn't respond – it's rude to talk with your mouth full. She slowly looked around before setting her eyes on a nearby garbage can. She reached over to it and brought it over, opening her mouth above the can. All of my fluids came rushing out her mouth into the can, before she spat a few times and put the can back. With lust still in her eyes, she turned to face me.

"I wasn't… Expecting… Any of that to happen." She said breathlessly. She barely touched her wet spot, causing her to instinctively moan. "I think I liked doing that."

"Yeah, I totally did too." I added enthusiastically. "Thanks, Megan."

She smiled at me. "You're welcome." she said, her shy attitude rapidly coming back to her. Who knew underneath her shy attitude lived… That? Whatever that was, I sure never saw any of that in Megan before.

Megan eyed her wet spot again before frowning, realizing she needed to fix that. Wordlessly, she got up and walked to the kitchen area (in hindsight it was convenient to do it in the health and nutrition room), taking from it a roll of paper towels. She came back and wiped up both of our fluids from the floor and placing them in the trashcan, before taking a second one and wiping away at her wet spot with it.

"Need any help with that?" I asked, half-joking. I hoped my humorous smile would make it sound less… creepy.

"No, it's okay." She smiled. Ooookay, so it didn't. Once she was satisfied with her cleanup, even though there still was evidence of her wet spot, she tossed the final paper towel away, put the roll back, put her glasses back on and walked up to the door, opening it. Once it was open she looked back at me, smiling expectantly.

"Oh, right." I remarked. I still had to put my pants back on. Quickly, I did my pants back up and followed her.