Enter Megan

You didn't try to stop her. But you were still angry and unsatisfied, standing in the middle of a disheveled study room with clenched fists and your dick sticking out of your pants.

Replaying all of your complaints about the last week, your temper rose again. Nothing was fair about any of it. In your mind, despite all the changes your mother was going through and dealing with, you were the primary victim of this tragedy and no one would be able to convince you otherwise. You were about to straighten up the chairs and table and be on your way when you hear movement by the still-open door.

A feminine voice. "I just saw Allison run out of here crying... is everything—" Megan cut off with a gasp as she entered the room. "Uh... wow."

You didn't even care. And as you turned to face her, to let her see the mask of anger and frustration on your face, you realized she didn't mind, either. Staring at your throbbing cock like a deer caught in headlights, it wasn't shock or disgust painted on her face, it was concern. Probably worried that you **** Allison.

"That looks uncomfortable..." she said gently, carefully moving further into the room. She closed the door behind herself and tucked some hair behind her ear as if shy. Her eyes met yours, seeking a response, or perhaps an explanation. When you refused to explain yourself and just silently met her gaze, she swallowed nervously.

"Let me help you. Please. With everything else I'm sure you're going through, I know you don't need to be dealing with this..." She moved closer and lowered herself to her knees in front of you. "I'm good, I promise. And I... won't tell anyone." She looked up at you, mere inches from your aching cock, swollen and angry, and you had to admit she was very cute, her offer tempting.

Under any other circumstances, you'd have been freaking out. What the actual fuck was she thinking? But it was far from the strangest thing that had happened to you of late, and you were pretty sure your relationship with Allison was already dead and buried. So instead of any rational response to the bizarre situation unfolding, you just placed one hand on Megan's head and guided her forward.

And that's all it took. Megan's lips parted and your cock was engulfed in the exquisite sensations of her mouth and tongue. She moved slowly down your cock with a confident determination to take care of you, gradually swallowing every inch until her forehead touched your belly. And then she withdrew, squeezing tightly with her lips with impressive suction as her tongue swirled across your cockhead.

"Fuck..." you moaned. As wild and free as Allison was in bed, she'd never shown skill like this. Allison brought enthusiasm to any situation, but Megan... she knew what she was doing. You didn't try to take control or direct her as she went to work. Usually you'd just grab Allison by the head and fuck her mouth, but now you realized that was to make up for poor technique. Megan bobbed slowly on your cock, and carefully slipped a hand inside your open fly to cup your balls. She didn't need to hurry her pace. It felt incredible.

You wanted it to last a lot longer, but you'd been too pent up for too long, so within a few short minutes you felt yourself tensing on the verge of erupting. Megan didn't pull away. You came, harder than you ever remember. The pleasure and the **** of it were blinding. You had to grab the edge of the table to remain standing through it, and Megan didn't even flinch. She kept a tight-lipped grip on your member as you shuddered and came, swallowing all of it with ease.

When it was over, she gently scraped your length with her soft lips and popped off of your glistening cock as it slowly wilted, satisfied. She looked up at you from her knees, looking very pleased with herself. "There. Do you feel any better?"