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The Sprightliness of Megan - Introduction:

Adventures of a really mighty Brigham Young humans and his friends.

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Succinct of Office 1: Mr. Keys, otherwise known as Coach K by his volleyball game players, finds himself attracted to Alex, his team up maitre d'hotel. Though he has forever toughened her in an unbiased way he before long finds KO'd the reasonableness for it and tries to annul it. However, when he decides to open her a tantalise on a rainy day, Alex offers him a loving cup of Pumpkin vine Coffee—something he finds himself ineffective to tour down—and soon afterwards, in her domiciliate. He presently realizes scarcely how a good deal of a uncollectible idea it had been and leaves just when she had appeared in nominal head of him with a shirt that wasn't very appropriate. Straightaway he finds himself wondering whether he should pursue his feelings for her or barely LET it go for the interest of his wedlock.

.....I moved my chairperson nearer to hers. She stirred her chairperson finisher to mine. My eye jumped. I was so shut to her kitty at present I could try her juices clicking as she fingered herself. She stared at my pussy, doomed in thought as I sank my fingers deep in my pussy, pulled them away and rubbed my juices on my clit. She byword that and did the Lapp.

Immediately we were set for a red-hot story……

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  Alex is her bring up. Alex Petrov. She's from Russian Federation. Her fuzz is spirt inglorious and wavy. Her lips diminished and bow-molded. Her eyes are rather the attractive feature. They're big, round, and black. Every time I gaze into them I make baffled someway. It's like an endless black golf hole that traps me. But that's non the solely matter. She has this staring hourglass public figure that I give birth been craving for quite a a patch straightaway. It drives me sick. 

  Not beingness able to get her because of the restraints that maintain me indifferent. Differently I'd be attacking her with playful remarks. And that's why I roleplay so spoiled towards her. Because I can't recite her that yes, I experience attracted towards her. My prima volleyball game thespian. 


  "Hey, coach!" that's her rectify instantly. Making her style towards me with a quick, glad stride. Her grinning shows how she feels. Rather well-chosen and pumped up for immortal knows what reasonableness. My eyes speedily subscribe to in her cleavage in front looking refine at my shoes, dissimulative. Her white meat were looking for rather beguiling correct at once. Were it non for the fact that I'm wearing quite taut boxers, my rooster would depict. I fit her eyes and so. 

  Nodding, I suppose her name, "Alex," ahead sounding away and expiration fine-tune to the locker room. How a good deal yearner I was gonna be able to keep going this up, I don't have it away. I hardly hope that it was a foresightful prison term. Peradventure til' she gets out of senior high school shoal. This is her older year, in any case. 


  Before I live it, ten transactions get expended by. The guys let changed into their football uniforms and file tabu of the locker way. Coach-and-four Simmons says good day and and so leaves knocked out with the quietus of them. I appease seated in my lowly functional domain. Of course of study this is alone for the flavor. The summertime season, I intend. Existence stuck in here every good afternoon in truth drives me loony sometimes. 

  Not because of the enamored wake waves we get, just because of Alex. An solely unlike form of warmth brandish. Non the variety that makes you perspire and need to have a chill shower down. Simply the tolerant that makes you ruttish completely the clip. The tolerant that merely by kick thought, sets you on butt against and makes your strut heavy. More than it required to be. 

  As though my sordid ol' thoughts for some reason made a calling to her, Alex appears on the doorway. Clutching something in her work force. A small, brownish boxful. Curiosity takes the scoop of me as I save glancing at it. Merely and then it promptly goes aside as I strike in the long, thin, creamy, quick fingers that are keeping it. 

  "How's my team captain?" I ask, grin with malaise. Organism squeamish to her is not something that I'm victimised to. Merely for the lifetime of me, I promised I'd be discriminate just now to maintain appearances. 

  With a little smile, she answers with a perfumed voice, "She's perfectly fine, sir." The grin stays on her lips. She's oblivious to the United States Department of State I'm in at the here and now. I celebrate wiggling unmatchable of my pencils with my fingers, watching her. Patiently waiting for what she has to Tell me. 

  "Mr. Keys?" I provoke an brow at her. Surprise, surprise. I'm well-nigh sure surprised. I count on she's supposed to be calling me Coach, not Mr. Keys. Of course, this is alone during Volleyball game drill. During school, things are altogether different. 

  Alex's brows crotchet in collaboration.  Realizing her mistake, she backpedals and speaks louder, firmer, "Coach, this came for you." She motions for the bundle in her work force. 

  I noticed and then her wear a cushy pinko shirt. I suspire. Final stage hebdomad hits me equal a insensate bucket of water system. I had been at her menage on a rainy 24-hour interval. Nix risky happened—except for me getting a fuckup and leaking pre-cum—at completely. But visual perception her in that shirt reminds me of the style she stood by the captivate to her kitchen with that oversized, satiny shirt that showed slay her slender legs. All alone and regardless to my ogling eyes. I wanted to equal her every breaking ball real much. Simply I knew ameliorate and odd. 

  Now, I opine it's clock time to get a best description of myself. At 6'1" with silver gray eyes soft tousled, hazelnut colored hair, a squared jaw and face, I can call myself attractive. Not handsome, but attractive. 

  As I think of this, I narrow my eyes on her hands. On the package just to avoid eye contact with her. I wonder what made me leave that night. Was it really the fact that I couldn't take it? That the truth of my attraction to her scared me? Or was it simply the fact that I'm married? 

  I start to maul over these things when all of a sudden, she clears her throat and takes a step forward. Abruptly taking me off my train of thought. As I reach for the box, her hand carelessly brushes against mine. I don't know if it was me or not but as our skin makes contact, an electrical current had gone through me. Raising every single hair in my body and making my heart beat faster against my chest for a few seconds. 

  My eyes immediately dart up to meet hers. By the startled look on her face, I know that she felt it, too. Something snaps inside of me then and I'm left to stand in a flushed, tired, and confused state. Why was I trying to hide this from her? 

  Oh, right. Illegal. 

  "Thank you, Alex. We sh—"

  "I'm sorry," she says unexpectedly. Taking me by surprise when she said it. Apology? What for? Is not like she has done something awful, is it? The mingle of skin is not bad. 

  Then, as though reading my thoughts, she speaks up again. "I average I'm sorry for close Wednesday, Four-in-hand. I don't lie with why you went cancelled the likes of that.... But I'm certain you had a really well reason." She shrugs. 

  Grabbing my keys off the desk, I walk around the desk. I'm standing in front of her. Watching her intently. She certainly seems quite sincere. 

  "Yeah, I did."

  With hopeful, waiting eyes she eyes me. Expecting something perhaps. I can just shrug and smile slightly. Truth was, I couldn't stay away from her. I needed to somehow take in her suave, alluring scent. It just drives me nuts. The fact that she's so close to me yet so far away is agonizing. But I'm married. And I should think about my wife... But the thing is that I don't. It only happens when I'm around her.

  As though reading my thoughts, Alex steps forward. I watch her every move carefully. Already knowing the next move before she does it. Her hand lays gently on my arm. Her lips tremble in a nervous smile. She knows the effect it's having on me. Or perhaps she doesn't. But damn it's having 'the' effect on me.

  "Why's your script at that place?" I ask. My tone of voice is hard, indifferent. She gulps. 

  "I only wanted to smell them. Everyone is always talking of how goodness they look," she shrugs as though it's no big deal. Little does she know of the effect it's having on me. I'm becoming quite hard. Heated. Her hands feel soft, warm, electrifying even. My breathing deepens. "I really—"

  I cut her right off. She was squeezing it so softly I could barely feel it. But her hands were there, arousing me. Turning me on. "Period it!" I say, cheeks blazing hot. I didn't even know why I got so mad all of a sudden. She recoils and frowns. Shrugging a delicate shoulder as she looks down, quite startled. 

  I instantly regret it. I start to apologize but she turns and starts to walk out the door. I don't know what happens to me then. I thought of the many things that had gone through my mind. How much I wanted to stop her and kiss her with great vigor. And as I start to walk towards her, I couldn't think clearly. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I knew that I was married. And it was present as I took her by the arm. 

  Surprised, Alex looked at it. My brain kept whispering not to do it. But my body kept telling me otherwise. It was not my brain that was giving the orders. It was my already throbbing dick that was doing it for me. Alex, quite taken back, tries to take it away. 

   Unable to, though, she speaks, "Mr. Keys, you're hurt—"

  "That's Train to you, Drop Petrov," her cheeks suddenly took a pleasant shade of pink. "And don't forget. It gets alone devour Here. And practice session doesn't get for some other 20 transactions." As I say that, I can't help but think of how much could go down in twenty minutes. I slowly let her hand go and take a seat on one of the chairs in front of my desk. 

  A few seconds later, she comes to join me by sitting down on the other one. My eyes rake her body with a steady gaze. I take in her pale complexion. The delicate high cheekbones on her face. Her natural, long eyelashes. Those long, thick yet perfectly trimmed eyebrows. 

  "You're look at me and it's openhanded me goosebumps," she instantly covers her mouth. As though she said something that she shouldn't. "I'm sorry, I'm so so—" I cut her right off by raising my hand. 

  "I didn't take heed it," I say, giving her a slight smile. More like my 250-kilowatt smile which I instantly turn off. 

  "Coach, whitethorn I state you something?" her voice is timid. Scared. Though the way her volleyball shorts are riding up her legs is distracting my vision. I reluctantly look away from her legs and up at her beautiful face. 

  "It depends. Is it unsound?" I smile slightly and arrange the chair so I face her completely, leaning on my knees. 

  "No. Or at least I recall it's not," her eyes bore onto my face. 

  "Alright," I say a bit reluctantly. I can tell what she's trying to say to me it's important—to her. 

  "Coach, I hardly deficiency you to live that I—" she breaks off to take a deep breath. I can't help but smile at her shyness. She's always been like this. It's—cute.

  "You seat evidence me, make out on," I rub her back gently before taking my hand back and letting it lay on my lap as I sit up straight. 

  Alex struggles for words. I wait patiently with a reassuring expression, "I—I receive e'er had a jam on you, Mr. Keys. From the really first off seek outs to today," her cheeks grow scarlet. "And I—I only precious you to live that." 

  I lean back against my seat so abruptly, it might have looked as though I had been pushed. Which, in some way, I had been. "What?" I ask, in plain disbelief. 

  Oh, god, how you torture me and tease me by putting me in the hands of temptation. "Alex, you can't be serious," I get up in a brusque manner. She gets up, too. 

  "Only I do. It's not speculative to cause a squelch on single of your teachers, is it?" she asks, her voice so sweet and innocent, I can't help but feel guilty somehow for all of this. 

  "Make I conduct you to retrieve this?" 

  She looks taken back. She suddenly goes pale. Realization dawning on her face. "You equal me don't you?" she asks. Her sweet, innocent, yet surprised voice takes me by surprise. I gulp. 

  Fuck. Did I make it that obvious now? "I—" I stop myself and think of Cherry, my wife. "No, sorry," I truly felt disappointed to say this. But it was for the best. 

  "Oh, no. It's completely OK. It's just…"

  "Alex. You're a beautiful, smart, cherubic girl," I say genuinely. Being completely and utterly nice to her for the first time, "Only I can't come across you that manner. You're upright one of my students/volleyball game players."

  She stands closer. "But—" I cut her right off. It's unbearable; the thought of having her drove me nuts. But I couldn't be with her. I was married, had a job at risk, and she was underage. Just 16 though her birthday was tomorrow. I'm about to say something when my cell phone rings. I motion for her to hold on for a second. 

  "Hello?" I say, already knowing who it is.

  "Stefan, I'm dreary. I take to go on a business enterprise touch off."

  "Oh, when?" I ask. 

  Cherry pauses. "Right at once. It's pressing. My knob wants me with him." 

  I close my eyes, "Scarlet. You can't be severe. Not this once more. You've through it Sir Thomas More times than I stern cow—"

  "We want the money, Stefan. You make love it." 

 "We don't. YOU have it away it." I hated to talk this way in front of Alex. She knew nothing of the things that went on at my house. So I didn't want her to know. "Whatever, Scarlet. Simply go. Take fun," I sigh, giving in. 

  "You're not ma—"

  "No. I'm scarcely having a spoiled Clarence Day. Go, get laid. Meet you...?" 

  "In Little Phoebe days," she hangs up with no more words said. I stand straight and turn. Only to find Alex behind me. Her pale complexion startling me a bit. Not in a scary way. But her beauty—it startled. 

  "Is everything very well?" asks Alex, sounding genuinely worried. 

  "Yeah. Everything's precisely fine," I mumble. I was used to my wife abandoning me. I was hoping to have sex with her tonight. But now that was ruined. Not that it mattered. She had left me unattended for around a month now. If I did anything that might upset her, the blame will be mostly on her. 

  All of a sudden, I hear a rather loud thump. I look up just in time to see Alexandria holding her knee. "By the Angel," I say, rushing over to where she now sat. "Are you alright?"

  "No," she sounded strained. "I injury my ankle joint jolly badly," her face is a mask of pain. "Fuck," she curses. I make a mental note of telling her something about it later on. 

  As I brush her hand away, I notice blood trailing down from a mean scrape. "Ow," she hisses as I make contact with her skin.

  "Here, carry on," I start to look for the first aid kit. Having found it, I return to kneel down in front of her. Her skin, I notice, is rather soft to the touch and quite warm. I finish putting the band aid on. My fingers, however, seem to have forgotten their manner and linger on her leg. I look up at her. And notice her looking at me with wonder. "I go for it doesn't move your practice, Miss Petrov," I breathe out. Suddenly everything seemed to slow down. I grip her legs slightly before getting in between them and pressing my lips against hers. 

  She gasps slightly but I care not. I feel the way her lips brush carelessly against mine. The intensity of it and how she was letting go; her lips feel rather soft and plush. A soft moan escapes her lips. Making me hiss right back, enjoying the moment while it lasts. Her hands all of a sudden wrap around my neck, making me stand up, bringing her with me. She grips my hair hard. Pushing me closer and closer. In the heat of the moment, I raise her off her feet and set her down on the desk and begin to slowly grind myself against her warm crotch. 

  "Mr. Keys," she gasps. "No, not now," her hands travel down to my lean chest and she begins to push. Or so she attempts. Instead, she grabs my shirt and helplessly pulls me closer to her. Her movements, too, becoming rather fast and urgent. She wants to, I think. 

  As my fingers creep up under her tight pink shirt, I hear her gasp in surprise. "Mr. Keys, no," but I'm kissing her and biting her upper lip. Everything seemed to be hazy from that moment on. I didn't know what I was doing. I was only aware of the feel of her skin and those round plums I like to call tits. A small sound escapes her lips, telling me she likes it. 

  My cock starts to strain against my boxers in an uncomfortable way. It almost hurts to be like this. "Alex," I say her name. The feel of her name being said by my lips has a pleasant feel. Like its always belonged there. It just feels right. 

  I pinch her nipples and she lurches forward, bumping her crotch on my cock. "Fuck," I mumble. It had felt good. 

  I let her tits go, look at her, and then laugh. We both laugh. She stands up, looking around. "You do care me," there was an arrogance to her tone that I enjoyed, oddly enough.

  "World Health Organization wouldn't?" I ask her before bringing her in for a kiss again. It suddenly seemed like nothing mattered. Not even my wife. 

  As I keep kissing her lips, I am amazed at how incredibly soft they are and feel against mine. I'm very aware of our bodies pressing tightly together. Her ample breast press up against me. Making me shudder surprisingly enough. 

  All of a sudden, something inside of me snaps. I grab a sudden, harsh grasp on her hair and start to force myself on her. My mouth travels down her long slender neck as I hold her head to the side. Her gasps of shock cheer me on. 

  "God, I wish you so deuced unfit right field now," I grunt into her ear. All the hair on my body standing up as she looks at me and I look down at her. How wrong this was—I couldn't explain. But the way she turned me on made me feel as though I was in a sea of bliss and I couldn't swim my way out. 

  "Wee me yours," she whispers a bit breathless. "I privation you. Please, exactly do it," her fingers begin to undo the work shirt I'm in in a haste. But it's hard, she realizes, considering the bulging muscles...

  "Alexandria," I whisper, trying to catch her lips though she keeps avoiding it. "I can't," but the buttons on my shirt are already off and it's obvious that I actually can and do want to do it. So instead of pushing her away and ending this, I grab a firm hold of her ass with both of my hands and make her wrap her legs around my torso. As she hangs on to my hair and we lock once again in a passionate kiss, I feel her grinding against my cock as gently as she can. Though I don't want gently. I don't need gentle. I need rough. 

  "You're not a virgin, rectify?"

  "No, only do it," with that said, I lay her down against my desk and begin to peel off her tight volley ball shorts. 

  "I hump your nookie in these shorts, but so you know," I smile slightly. Once the shorts are off, I am pleased and excited to find that she's not wearing any underwear so I start to do the same with her shirt. She sits up with her legs wrapped tightly around me, giving me a timid smile. There was something about it that made me stir with passion inside. After the shirt is off, I let my lips travel down her throat and in between her breast, crouching in the process as I go lower and lower. 

  "Mr. Keys," she moans in anticipation. I look up just in time to see her ample, firm tits hanging above me perfectly still. She looks like an angel. The nipples are jutting out almost painfully, it seems. Finally I kiss the creamy skin on her stomach, biting it slightly, before the strong aroma of her aroused cunt spikes my senses. My cock begins to throb, wanting to be buried inside of her. The familiar heat I get whenever she's in front of me starts to become slightly unbearable. Without further ado, I begin to lick all around it. Teasing her enough to get her even more wet than what she already is as she leans back on her hands. Her hips are moving in small circles, somehow chasing my tongue.

  "Please, Mr. Keys," she groans. I look up at her with an arrogant stare. 

  "Please what, Omit Petrov?" I let my tongue travel ever so gently and close to her clit. I feel her shudder under my hold. My hands, once holding the back of her legs, spread her legs out even more as the soles of her feet lay on the desk. Giving me a perfect view of the fleshy, thin folds that lay in between the thick labia that surrounds it. Her clit forms a hood that begs for me to stick my tongue under it and lick it as fast and as hard as I can. The juices of her arousal glisten under the strong light. I wanted so much to give in to her pleadings. It was impossible not to.

  "Delight eat on me out," she groans again, thrusting her hips forward so I lick her pussy. 

  "Do you truly deficiency me to?" I ask, licking her pussy once. She trembles. 

  "Yes, Mr. Keys, I do need you to," she mumbles. I start to dig in with great vigor. A gasp escapes her lips as I close my eyes and begin to lavishly eat her out. I lap at her clit as fast as I can. Tasting her musky juices and smelling in the scent of her arousals as I do so. Which turns me on all the more. 

  My cock keeps stirring inside my pants. It's straining against my zipper. I know I'm as hard as a rock. 

  "Mr. Keys!" Alex moans, grinding her hot cunt against my mouth all the more. "Oh, god…," her hands grip my soft, tousled hair and push my head closer to her. The way she writhes, the way she moves, and the way she moans with pleasure excites me all the more. I take one of my fingers and insert it into her love tunnel. Closing my eyes in the process. I proceed to put one more into her. Once I start to work a rapid, precise rhythm, I begin to lick her clit again. Her muscles helplessly grip my fingers as her breathing becomes ragged. This makes her cry out in pleasure. "Mr. Keys!" she gasps, her eyes closing tight as I look up in pleasure. I wriggle my fingers inside of her to make contact with her g-spot. That's when Alex's chest juts out as her back arches. A long quiet moan takes over her as ecstasy takes control of her. "Oh, I'm coming…," she whispers, laying back against the desk as an earthshaking orgasm hits her. So into it I get, that I begin to enjoy it as much as she does. Her orgasm rocks out from her to me. 

  Suddenly, her hands grab my tie and pull me up. "I want you interior of me," she says in a breathless voice. I notice her body covered in goosebumps and sweat. Her chest is heaving as she tries to catch up with her breathing. I begin to tell her that there's not enough time when she so unexpectedly grabs my aching hard cock. I sigh in relief. Her hands were gentle and soothing. "Alex," I start but she grips it harder and moves her hand to the side, working on my hard cock. This makes me place my hands by either side of her. "Alex," I moan. "You can't—" she squeezes it again. Sending up a flaring jolt of bliss up my spine—it quickly spreads all over my body. Setting me on fire and making me blaze up in my aroused state. I look down and notice her creamy white hand. After a few second of fumbling, she gets the zipper down and the button undone. A great relief hits me. And then a great ache comes back again. 

  "Mr. Keys," she purrs while reaching inside and down my boxers to grab my solid member. "Do I realise you this blistering?" she looks down as her hand retrieves from inside my boxers and pants before lowering them down. Slowly, painfully slowly, my cock springs out of it's cage. 

  "Alex, I don't consider we shoul—" my jaw sets. Her hands had grasped my cock again. 

  "None of that is acceptable here, Mr. Keys," she opens her lips and kisses me with a delicate passion. Without waiting for her to, I thrust forward. She instantly let's go. My cock keeps pressing against her. Feeling her wetness. 

  So slippery, I think. So slippery and warm. My head begins to swirl at the close contact I'm making with her. "Lack Petrov," I mumble, "you're non selfsame innocent, are you?" I kiss her again. 

  "No. I'm more than mischievous than everyone gives me credit entry for," an exquisite throb makes my cock twitch and my body shudder in anticipation. With no warning, I grab my cock, give it a few strokes, and thrust into her. 

  The first thing I'm aware of is the head of my cock entering her pussy and what it feels like. It's like warm, wet silk with a few, small bumps here and there. The perfect temperature for my throbbing cock, I might add and unlike any other texture on her body. The second thing I'm aware of is her involuntary gasps and the way her cheeks flush a pleasant scarlet. The third thing is the fact that I'm enjoying this. My throbbing cock is enjoying this. The great pressure it's getting from all around it as it keeps penetrating her tight love tunnel is enough to drive me insane with ecstasy. And I'm right on that one, I find out soon enough. Because just as soon as I'm all the way inside of her, my body starts to jerk and the sperm boiling in my balls tempts to leave it's container. "Alex, I can't halt it. You're likewise blooming tight," I grunt. My arms go under her arms and then over her back. I get a firm grip on her like that and begin to thrust into her slowly. Gently as to not set myself off instantly. 

  "Please roll in the hay me harder," she mumbles, her eyes wide and foggy. She's in a great state of ecstasy, I notice, just like me. With that thought in my head, I start to fuck her harder. Just like she wanted me to. With one of my hands, I reach in between us and cup one of her young firm tits. It makes her moan. Her moans make me go faster and faster until I'm working a steady yet fast rhythm inside of her. It's not long before I feel my hips convulsing out of their own will at the pleasure my cock is getting. Correction: at the pleasure I AM getting. 

  "God," I grunt.

  "Oh, Mr. Keys, bang me harder, I'm so tight. Harder, please, harder! Equitable like that, simply same that," she whimpers, grasps my tie, and pulls me closer and closer until there's no more space in between us and the only thing moving is my pelvis against her pelvis with powerful strokes and mad movements. "Oh," she whimpers in pleasure again. The back of her cervix always making contact with the head of my cock are the perfect ingredients to drive me over the edge. 

  Just as my cock suddenly grows a bit bigger inside of her, sets like a stone, and my balls begin to empty out their boiling swimmers, Alexandria bites my neck and makes a hickey, I know, before letting go of her own orgasm. 

  Grunts fill the room as we keep going. Alex wraps her arms around my neck and lays back with me on top of her, my feet still planted on the floor as well as my cock is in her tight pussy. We stay nibbling on our lips and catching our breath before pulling away with reluctance. 

  It hit me then, "Alex, are you on—?"

  "Yes, of course of study. I'm not stupid," a small smile appears on her pale pink lips. They looked as though they were just bitten hard—which is true. I turn to pick up my shirt. And freeze. 

  There, on the door frame, stands my sixteen year-old cousin, Rory. Her cheeks are a blazing scarlet, her mouth half open, and her gray eyes wide in shock. Alex gasps from behind me and instantly starts to get dressed. 

  "Wow," starts Rory, suddenly breaking out of her shocked state, "I judge in real time we know why you do by her so badly, huh?" Just before she left without offering any other words, I could have sworn the corner of her lips were pulling into a knowing smirk and her eyes were twinkling with arrogance. 

  Behind me, Alex purrs, "that was the topper natal day acquaint I induce e'er gotten," kisses me, and leaves out the door a few paces behind Rory.