[demented20]

First of all, I'd like to thank everybody who read the story and especially those who posted replies. They were all very very appreciated. I hope every enjoys part 2.
I had to break it up into two posts for some reason. Enjoy!

Big All Over part 2

"I'll only be in the shoe store a minute or two", Megan told Roger, her boyfriend. 
He twisted his mouth and looked at her.  "Come, on Megan.  Women can't go in a shoe store for a couple of minutes, unless its has no shoes left."
She smiled and continued.  "Do you want to come in or not?"
Roger laughed, and answered her question with one of his own.  "Do you want me to answer that truthfully, or say want you want to hear?"
Megan slapped him playfully on the shoulder.  "What, you don't want to watch me shop?"  She pulled closer to him and their bodies touched.  They had been dating a while now, but Roger still got a chill when Megan was close.  "I know it can't be that you don't like toes.  Not after what you did last night."
Roger's face reddened slightly, and he grinned.  "That was fun, but all toes aren't created equal."  He looked over Megan's shoulder at a couple of women going inside.  She looked over her shoulder then turned back to him.
"I'll relieve you of this duty, but don't stray far."  She pulled from Roger's arms and bounced into the shoe store.  Roger watched her absolutely perfect body go as she entered the door.  He marveled at how Megan had sculpted her body so that no one muscle or group of muscles outshined another.  They all worked in harmony with one another to create a wonderful shape.  It was something that couldn't be explained at first glance, but was appreciated nonetheless. Roger shook his head after she disappeared through the door.  She was such a physical specimen.  He didn't know a woman of such perfection could exist, but here he was dating her.  It wasn't just her body.  Megan already had 2 masters degrees and was working on her doctorate.  She worked with special needs children and wanted to research better ways of educating them.  It was the sort of things that lots of young girls say they would like to do when they grow up, but Megan was actually doing it.  She was so full of life.  She knew it, and she wanted to share it.  That made Roger love her even more.
Roger found a bench and dumped all of Megan's bags down before he took a seat next to them.  They had been shopping for a couple of hours.  She had bought some dresses, and some more dresses, and a couple of more dresses, and then some jeans, and some tops, before she had bought some lingerie.  She hadn't showed Roger the lingerie, but he was fairly certain that he would see it soon enough.  She had seemed quite pleased with her choices.  She had given him that naughty look that he had come to love, because when she had that look on her face, he knew it was time to clear his schedule.
As fun as their sex life was, they had a full service relationship.  At first Roger had been scared to put full emotion into it.  In his mind there was no way a woman so wonderful would stick with a guy like him.  Even at his best, Roger wasn't going be considered 'man candy', and there was the irritating fact that after 7 years he still had the same entry level job at Cebis Health Care Company.  None of that seemed to matter to Megan.  She cared for him, and it seemed like that was enough.  Roger was fairly certain that he had fallen in love with Megan, but he wasn't sure.  Whatever it was, he had never felt it before.  Roger wasn't sure if Megan felt for him like he felt for her, but he damn sure hoped so.
Roger looked back over his shoulder when he saw someone come out of the shoe store.  He had hoped that it was Megan, but he should have known better.  For all her great attributes, Megan was like most women, a born shopper.  Roger, like most men, was a born hunter.  He went to the store with a plan to get what he wanted and didn't even bother to look at anything that he didn't want.  For all of Megan's unnerving wisdom, that concept seemed totally foreign to her.
As Roger sat there looking at people he didn't know coming and going, he caught sight of a person he knew very well.  She was walking right towards him, but Megan's bags were obscuring his face.  He stood up when Addison came closer.  She was surprised enough to jump back.
"Oh, I'm sorry", Roger began.  "I didn't want to scare you.  Just to say hello."  He smiled at her.  It was the smile he used to give her when they had first met.
"Roger."  She was startled enough to let it show before regaining her composure and that cool air of superiority that she had gotten used to recently.  "I didn't see you there."
"Yeah, I was hidden."  He motioned towards the bags on the bench.
Addison frowned.  "Those aren't yours."
Roger chuckled.  "No, I volunteered to help a friend shop."
"You did always like to be the good guy."
"I know", he began.  "Its a character flaw.  I should work on it.  So how have you been?  You look good.  Got a new do?"
Addison touched her hair gently.  It was shorter than Roger had seen it and more rounded.  "You noticed.  I just had it done in the salon. Nate, my fiancee, said it would make me look more in charge."
"I don't know about all that, but congratulations on the engagement", Roger said with all sincerity.
"He just asked me week before last."  Addison seemed to enjoy that Roger was so interested.
"Any idea when it might be?  I know an invite is out of the question, but maybe I could send a gift or something.  As long as your wedding falls near the 1st or the 15th."
Addison pressed her lips together and shook her head in the most condescending manner.  "Still have the same job?  Its been almost a year since I've seen you and nothing has changed."
Roger tilted his head a little.  "No, a whole bunch as changed", he assured her.
"You're still the low man on the totem pole, Roger.  I thought that you would have at least attempted to do something with your life.  You know I put you out partly for your sake too.  You can't go through life satisfied with mediocrity."
Roger laughed.  "You're absolutely right.  After you put me out, I vowed never to settle for mediocre ever again."
Just then Megan came out of the store carrying two large bags stuffed with shoe boxes.  She had a smile on her face as she came over and stood next to Roger.
"Oh, Addison, I'd like you to meet, Megan.  Megan, this is my former girlfriend Addison."
"Nice to meet you", Addison said without meaning it.  "You must be the friend who twisted Roger's arm into coming shopping with you.  When we used to date, Roger would never go shopping with me."
Megan frowned and looked up at Roger.  "That's funny?  Since we've been going out Roger goes shopping with me all the time.  Isn't that right, Honey?"
Roger shrugged his shoulders.  "I just can't say no."
That look of supreme smugness fell from Addison's face when she realized that the beautiful woman to Roger's right was not just a friend, but was his new girlfriend.  Addison started taking stock and comparing herself to Megan in her own completely honest and analytical way.  Addison hated to admit it, but on a purely physical basis, Roger had indeed taken a step up.  Megan was younger, even more fit, and she had a pretty face, that was made even prettier by her sunny disposition.  Now she understood what Roger had meant by mediocre.  That made Addison angry.  She was thinking of something to say, when Megan said something first.
"Hey, Roger could you go get the car?  I'll stay here with the bags."
Roger looked at her before he started towards the parking lot.
Addison smirked.  "Didn't want him to stay around.  Afraid of the competition?", Addison shot after Roger was gone.
Megan's face changed from sweet and playful to completely serious.  That took Addison off guard.  Megan looked Addison up and down before she spoke. 
"You're no competition for me at all.  There's rarely competition when I'm dating a guy.  I just keep them as long as I want, and then I let them down easy when I'm ready to move on."  She paused and crossed her arms under her full breasts.  "I don't know why you dumped him, but I think Roger's a keeper.  He's perfect for a girl like me."
"What, a girl with low expectations?  Roger is a nice guy, who will always finish last."  Addison crossed her arms too, but somehow it didn't have the same effect as when Megan did it.
"No, I'm hopelessly optimistic, and I know that about myself.  It can rain for a week straight, and I wake up every morning expecting to see sunshine.  Roger's a half full person too, but he has just enough melancholy to keep me honest.  He keeps me grounded, and turned on."
Addison felt sorry for the poor girl.  "He's just going to disappoint you.  That's all Roger's really good at.  Sure he's a half full person.  He deludes himself into seeing the glass as half full even when the glass is completely empty.
Megan frowned and shook her head.  "You are so negative."
"I'm just real."
While Megan and Addison were talking, Nate, Addison's investment banker fiancee, came out of the salon.  Instead of coming over to his future bride, he started checking himself out in the mirror.
Megan saw him from the corner of her eye, but kept her focus on Addison.  "I bet you miss Roger, and you have for a while."
"No, I've moved on even if he hasn't."
Megan laughed.  "Today is the first time he's mentioned your name in months.  I doubt he even thinks about you anymore, and I bet he doesn't mention your name once after we leave the parking lot."
Addison looked at Nate for a moment before turning back to Megan.  She was tiring of this conversation and of this woman's crap.  "Look, I have a new man who has it all.  He has a great job, loads of money, loads of influence, and he has me.  We're going to have each other.  You just wait until you and Roger are living paycheck to paycheck eking out a living while Nate and myself will be living the good life."
Megan looked at Nate again, who was still primping in the mirror, before she turned back to Addison.  "You mean Narcissus over there?"  Megan laughed again.  "I'll take my chances with Roger.  You know, my mother told me once, to never date a guy who thought he was prettier than me.  I bet you wish your mother had told you the same thing."
Addison's face flushed.
Megan turned and grabbed up all her bags.  Megan's biceps flexed under her blouse sleeve as she easily lifted all the bags.  She started towards the car, but sighed and glanced at Nate, who was still looking in the mirror.  She turned to a still upset Addison.  "Look, all girlie cat fighting aside, you should dump Nate, and do it as soon as you can."
"Oh really?", Addison was so mad she had to force herself not to yell.  "Trying to give me advice little girl?"
"Yeah, he's bad news, and I know that Roger wouldn't want to see you hurt.  I just have a knack of reading people.  You say you're happy now, but a year from now you won't be."
"Well, I'll take my chances with Nate.  You take Roger, and a year from now we'll see who's happier!"
Megan shrugged her shoulders.  "Yeah, I guess we will."  Roger helped load Megan's bags into the car and waved at Addison before hopping into the driver's seat.  Addison didn't wave back.
"What did you say to her, because she looks pissed?", Roger asked as he pulled away from the curb.
"I just told her the truth.  I don't think she liked what I had to say", Megan replied.
"They say the truth hurts", Roger said as he pulled out into traffic.  The subject changed on the ride to Megan's apartment, and Addison wasn't spoken about the rest of the night.
Nate finally pulled himself away from his reflection well after Roger and Megan had pulled off.  He found Addison and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.  "Do you like my cut?  The stylist said she would try it a different way."
"I think it looks wonderful", Addison told her fiancee.
"Great, lets get something to eat."  Nate lead Addison by the hand towards his Aston Martin, but he didn't once mention anything about her new hair style.
A couple of days later, Roger was leaning over the sink basin slapping some water on his freshly shaven face.  He gave his face a quick once over in the mirror and figured that it was good enough.  He was about to head back to his bedroom to finish dressing, when he turned profile to the mirror he saw that there was a lot less of him than there used to be.  Several months ago he had been a little on the chunky side, but now that he was on a regular workout regimen he was not only smaller, but his muscle tone was near as good as it had been when he was in his early 20's.  He needed a tan, but there wasn't much he could do about that in the middle of winter.  He put his hands on his waist and sucked in the little bit of belly that he had left.  He puffed his chest out and tensed up his muscles.
"Not bad", he said aloud then twisted and flexed his arm.  His arm flexed up pretty good.  He smiled and let it drop.  How silly could he be, flexing in the mirror when he had to get dressed for work.  He turned to leave again, but he couldn't help it.  He faced the mirror, brought both his arms up and flexed them as hard as he could.  He was admiring his own shape when the reflection of two more arms appeared from his sides.  He couldn't see Megan's head or body because she was smaller than he, just her arms.  Megan was also shorter than Roger so her arms were just below his.  She curled her arms, but didn't flex  yet.  She was satisfied to just let the muscle bunch on its own for a moment and admire the contrast in Roger's slightly pasty complexion and her always radiant tanned complexion.
Roger smiled broadly and flexed really really hard.  His arms shook and his biceps tightened as much as they could.  He was pretty pleased with what he saw, and then Megan flexed her arms.  She buried her fingers into the palms of her hands and squeezed her fists tight.  Her biceps jumped to life like twin sleeping giants.  She hadn't pumped them or anything and her biceps were already peaking like nobody's business.  Roger tried to flex even harder.  A couple of veins appeared on his arms.
"What do you think about that?", Roger challenged.
Megan rolled her eyes behind his back, and this time she really flexed.  She twisted up her cute face and her biceps erupted into shredded behemoths.  It was amazing what her muscles did when she flexed them.  She extended her arms and pumped her muscles one time.  That was all it took for all her vascularity to come out.  The veins ran up and down and around her forearms then snaked over her upper arms and on to her perfect delts.
"Ok, you win", Roger admitted defeat.
He turned to face her.  She held her flex and smiled up at her boyfriend before she let her arms drop.  "Not bad, Roger.  I'm proud of you."  Megan patted him on his chest and started towards the bedroom wearing nothing but a bra and panties.  She had to get dressed for work too.
"What?!?", Roger called out.  "Proud of me?  I can't even out flex my girlfriend!"
Megan popped back into the room and gave Roger a sly look.  "Every girlfriend doesn't have an arm like this."  She flexed her arm while keeping it low giving Roger the rear view.  She knew that was his favorite angle.  He could see just how crazy her peak was from that angle.  He had a towel wrapped around his waist and Megan chuckled when she saw it start to tent.
Roger lowered his head and rushed Megan.  He wrapped his arms around her.
She giggled and pretended to struggle.  "Come on, Roger.  You know we have to be at work."
He lifted her off her feet.  "Yeah, Baby, I know, but you started it."  He threw Megan on the bed.  She bounced a couple of times and then she lay there.  Her hair splayed out behind her and her legs were laying atop one another.
"We're going to be late."
"Just a quickie then!  We'll save the rest for later"  Roger grinned and pulled his towel off to reveal the hardon that the linen had barely hidden.
He took a step forward and Megan stuck her leg out.  He walked into the sole of her foot.  She pressed the ball of her smallish feet into his chest and flexed her calf.  Roger's breath quickened and he put his hand right on the muscles.  He traced the shape of it and felt it as she pumped the muscle.  Roger took another step closer, but she put her other leg out.  This time she flexed her quad.  Roger put both hands on her lower quad and squeezed his fingers together as hard as he could.  Megan moaned and arched her back as she felt the pressure.  Roger grit his teeth and squeezed harder just to the edge of her tolerance.  Megan flexed her quad harder making his fingers spread apart.  He redoubled his efforts, but his fingers were only able to sink in as far as her skin.  There was no chance of denting the muscle.
"Oh yeah", Roger growled.  He took Megan by her ankles and lifted her legs up.  She didn't try to resist.  He rushed forward.  He held Megan's ankles in one hand and he guided himself with the other.  Megan's body shuttered when he entered her.  Roger usually worked himself up, but this time he went for it from the beginning.  He thrust hard and fast.  Megan quickly got the rhythm and worked her hips to complete the movement.  Roger's eyes nearly bucked from his head as he watched her ultra hard and lean lower abs flexing and writhing under her skin as she worked.  Harder and harder they flexed as they went at it.  Megan thrashed her head from side to side and reached out for Roger with her right hand, but he was too far away.  She ran her soft sole up and down Roger's chest.  He worked harder.  His own face a mask of pleasure and effort.  He took her ankle again and pulled her foot to his face.  He took her apple red painted toes and wetted them with his tongue.  Then she pushed her leg forward forcing all of her toes into Roger's mouth.  He still worked his tongue.  He started gasping and his pumping became more frantic.
"Tell me, sweetie!  Tell me!"
'Not yet!', he thought.  His hands roamed her body.  His left hand grabbed her right breast, and he squeezed gently before taking her hard nipple between two fingers.  Megan let out a long passionate sigh as Roger worked from one nipple to the other.  His hands traced between her breasts all while keeping up his furious pace.
"Tell me when!", Megan called out when Roger's pace quickened even more.
"Ahhh now now!"
He pulled back, but his hips wouldn't stop completely.  Megan rolled over in one quick insanely powerful movement and took Roger into her mouth.  His knees nearly collapsed.  "Oh my God I love you!"
"You're not just saying that in the heat of the moment are you?", Megan asked as she rolled over and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  She had missed just a little bit.
Roger did sink down to his knees then.  He moved a few locks of Megan's hair from her face, and he gazed down into her beautiful brown eyes.  "No, of course not."  He leaned down and kissed her squarely on the lips.  Megan smiled on the outside and on the inside.  She wasn't sure if Roger knew how much that kiss meant to her.  Most men would just walk away not wanting to get near the product of their own loins.  That had happened the first time Megan performed that little sex act.  When the guy had walked away, it had made her feel like nothing more than a slut.  It was the worst feeling after sex ever.  She had promised herself never to do that again, but she had taken a chance and tried it with Roger the first time they'd had sex.  He'd kissed her without urging.  He just did it, just like he did it this time.  Roger was pretty good at sex, and he was even better after sex.  Roger started back towards the bathroom.  He looked upside down to as she lay on the bed with her head hanging over the end.  She was completely convinced that Addison was crazy for letting this man go.
"Its going to be my turn tonight!", Megan called out to Roger before he shut the bathroom door.  He stuck his head out and raised his eyebrows a couple of times before ducking back inside.  Tonight is going to be fun, Megan thought to herself then rolled over onto her stomach.  She smiled as she thought about that night.  Megan already knew the dangers of anticipation, because Roger wasn't going to come home at all that night.

[demented20]

continued…

"Oh, hey, Roger, how are you doing?", Sue asked as she passed her co-woker in the hall.
"I'm doing good", Roger said with a smile.  "How've you been?", he asked while still shuffling papers in his hands.
"Can't complain.  I haven't seen you in a while.  I thought you had moved to another office or something."
Roger frowned.  "No, I've been here the whole time."
Sue twisted her face a little.  "Hmm… I guess I've been preoccupied.  Well, have a nice day.  See you later."
Roger waved and continued along his way.  He was a little confused because he saw Sue every single work day, but for a while he had been thinking about changing his name to Claud Raines, The Invisible Man, but not anymore.  Sometimes it felt strange, but he guessed his personality was completely alive again.  Roger turned and watched Sue as she turned the corner towards the other side of the office.  There was a time when he'd had a crush on her, but he had been dating Addison at the time.  These days though, he couldn't get Megan from his mind.  She occupied every spare minute, and he even found himself thinking about her while he was on the phone about business.  He made it back to his desk and looked at the clock.  It was only a couple of minutes before the end of the work day.  He lifted the receiver and dialed the only woman he thought about.
"Hello"  Megan answered on the first ring.
"Hello, and how are you this afternoon?", Roger asked with a mock English accent.
Megan chuckled.  "Better since you called."
Roger felt like his body had lifted from his chair, but he played it cool.  "I have been known to have that effect on people.  You should be careful though.  Too much of me is like a cocaine high."
Megan laughed, and the conversation continued well after quitting time.  Roger looked around at the darkened and empty office.  It was strange without all the activity he was used to, but he didn't care.  There wasn't a damn reason for him to go home.  Megan had to stay late and wouldn't be home for at least another couple of hours.  He figured that he would stay on the phone until he got hungry then go and wait for her, but fate intervened.
Roger saw his boss going and then coming quickly.  He had a serious look on his face and seemed more than a little agitated.  Roger looked on with curiosity, but nothing more.  He kept talking to Megan until he saw the look on his boss' face change from agitation to worry and even beyond to despair.
"Hey, Megan, I hate to do it, but I have to go", Roger told her.  He waited for her to say good-bye then hung up the phone.  His boss had walked out.  Roger didn't know what was going on.  Then the boss came back in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Howlen.  Is there something wrong?"
"Yeah, Roger.  Something's wrong, but I don't think you can help with it."  The man went into his office and closed the door hard behind him.
Roger grabbed his suit jacket and the briefcase that Addison had given him a couple of years earlier, turned towards the door, but something told him not to go.  He walked slowly towards his boss' door and knocked gently.  There was no reply, so Roger turned the knob and stuck his head in.  Mr. Howlen was in his swivel chair with his back to Roger.  He wasn't moving, and he didn't turn when the door opened.  "Mr. Howlen.  I know you said that there was something wrong.  I wouldn't feel right if I didn't offer to help.  Whatever it is."
Mr. Howlen looked down at the .38 pistol sitting on his lap and tucked it under his leg before turning around in his chair.  Roger had to keep his face neutral because Mr. Howlen looked terrible.
"For the last year an a half we've been working at getting a contract with Honda Motors.  Every single member of the board of directors says that the future growth of the company is dependent on this deal.  Managers all over the place are working on this deal.  They put me in charge of getting the cost structure statement together.  It was all finished, but now its gone.  The deadline is tomorrow.  When the board and the negotiators don't get that statement, the deal will fall apart, and I'll be without a job.  Without a means of supporting myself, my family, or anybody, everything will fall apart.  Everything", Mr. Howlen's voice trailed away at the end and he felt the shape of the pistol under his leg.
Roger stepped into the office.  "Sir, do you have any of the data for the cost structures?"
Mr. Howlen opened a big drawer, pulled out a large filing box, and threw it on his desk.  "Here!  All of this has to be processed and condensed into a statement by tomorrow!"
Roger looked at the box then pulled some sheets from the top.  He put his coat on the back of a chair and looked down at the figures.  "I guess then, sir, that you and I should get busy."
"What?"
"Yes sir, I can think of a few better ways to spend a Thursday night, but this will do, as long as you pay for the Chinese food.  Can't do a job like this without Chinese food."  Roger smiled and after half a minute Mr. Howlen's face brightened.  He slipped the pistol into a drawer where Roger couldn't see.
"Ok, young man, lets get to it."

The sun was rising when Roger and his boss finished the statement.  Mr. Howlen remarked that this one was more accurate than the first had been anyway.  Neither man knew what had happened to the first one, but it didn't matter.  Mr. Howlen sent the statement to the headquarters, and by the end of the next week the deal had been struck.  In that week Roger's stock within the company had soared, and Mr. Howlen had been promoted to Senior Vice President of the entire company.  That left an opening for  lead manager of the local office.  The directors gave him a say in who would take his place.  They had wanted him to list five people for them to consider, but Mr. Howlen had written only one name, and he had given Roger such a glowing recommendation that the directors acted to make Roger the new head of the local office.
It took a couple of weeks to finalize, but in the end, 30 year old Roger Macmillan, who had been in the same entry level job for 7+, was bumped over everybody else, even his old supervisor, to become the boss.
Megan was ecstatic at the news.  "I said you had it in you."  She was bubbling with glee.
"Yeah, you did.  You believed it more than me.  I've been bumped up like Dwight Eisenhower."
Megan tisked and shook her head.  "No, baby, you aren't quite like Ike.  He was a major for 16 years before being promoted.  You were more like a private."
"Thanks a lot."
"Just being honest.  But now you're a general."  She looked up at him.  "You know this calls for a celebration, right?"
Roger put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him.  "What do you have in mind?"
Megan's eyes took on that look that Roger loved so much.  She pushed him down into the chair, raised her arm then slowly bent her elbow.  Her bicep started rising beneath the white sleeve of her blouse.  The tight sleeve accented the shape and roundness of her muscle.  She paused when her arm was not quite all the way up.  "I think we can come up with a few ways."
Roger could feel a stirring in his pants again.  Then Megan continued her flex.  Her arm came up and the peak rose higher and higher until the unmistakable sound of ripping fabric filled the room.  Roger was once again taken over the edge.  His eyelids fluttered as the bliss went through his body.  Megan was smiling at him again when he regained his senses.
This time he chuckled.  "At least now I can afford to buy new pants."
"And me a new blouse", Megan began.  "Because this one isn't going to last the night."  She raised both her arms and flexed her back before she slowly began to flex her arms.  The sounds of more tearing and ripping filled the air mixing with the sound of Roger's trousers hitting the floor.  In the old days one orgasm had been a good night, but with Megan, it wasn't even foreplay.  He was in for a very special night, and it was just getting started.
Her lats and biceps and delts and traps tore through the fabric of the blouse before she took the still buttoned front with one hand and ripped the remnants from her body.  She stood before her man with her muscles pulsating, just waiting for action.
"You remember last time, Roger?  I said it was going to be my turn, right?"
"Umm yeah, but that was before I was the boss."  Roger looked at Megan and gave her a sideways grin.
Megan turned profile to him and slowly started pulling down her skirt.  She let it slip over her ass and then she slowly slid it down her legs.  Roger's eyes narrowed and focused on those oh so strong and muscular legs as the skirt headed towards the floor.  She let it drop then stepped out of it.
"Ok, Roger, on your knees", Megan ordered with a grin.
"Nope."  Roger shook his head and smiled up at her, wondering what her next move would be.
Megan laughed and took a step back.  Before Roger could react, she jumped towards him feet first, like a drop kick.  Her body went parallel to the floor, then she spread her legs slightly.  Roger's eyes bulged as he saw Megan's crotch coming right at him.  He didn't get that far between her legs because she clamped them tightly around his head.  Roger wanted to cry out from the sudden pressure, but he couldn't.  Megan had calculated this move.  She had planned to arc her body and bridge down to the floor, but she hadn't counted on the chair leg breaking like a dried branch.  It snapped and the chair went over backwards in a hurry.  Megan's abs tensed as she quickly compensated by raising her body up.  Roger started over backwards towards the floor with Megan still attached to his head like a vice. Instead of letting him go, Megan clamped on tighter and went over with him.  Roger's butt and lower back hit the floor, but then Megan's feet hit the ground and Roger's head was suspended between her thighs keeping the back of his head from slamming down.  She let him go once she gained her balance.
"Oh my God, Roger are you ok?"  She sank down to a knee and took his head in her hands.
Roger coughed, moaned, and then smiled up at her.  "Trying to kill me?"
"No, I'm so sorry.  The stupid chair broke.  I was just going to…"
Roger laughed at Megan.  She was starting to get upset with herself.  He grabbed her head and pulled her down to him.  He kissed her deeply and then pulled her head away.  "I'm fine", he assured her.
"You're really okay?", Megan had to wipe a little moisture from the corner of left eye.
"Yeah, Megan, its kinda fun.  You came at me like superwoman."
She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Oh, so now you want to play nice", Roger said while running his hands over her thighs.  He started to sit up, but Megan stepped one leg over him then plopped down on his chest.  He let out a loud grunt.
Megan's face changed again as she looked down at Roger.  "Since, you're okay, that means that I you still haven't given me what I want."
Roger gazed up at Megan's beautiful form.  His hands ran all over her thighs then to her hips and butt before going to her inner thighs and higher.  She felt so wonderful.  He could feel her body reacting to his touch.  "I don't know Baby", Roger began.  "You play too rough."  He had to stop and laugh.  "I'm thinking about taking my johnson and going home."
Megan tried not to, but she laughed anyway.  "Oh really?"
"Yeah!"  Roger laughed along with her.
"You just try making it out the door."  She inched up his chest so that her sex was just below his chin and her legs were on either side of his head.
Roger swallowed and felt himself stirring.  Megan shifted her hips slightly forward as Roger's fingers began inching towards her crotch.  He brought his head up slowly.  "You win again, baby.  You're going to love this.  Its going to be way better than last time", Roger said and leaned towards her.
Megan held a handful of Roger's hair as he craned his neck nearing her.  She waited until he was close then she pulled his hair.  Roger's eyes had been focused on her sex, but he quickly looked up at her face.  A sense of dread went through him when he saw her.  Megan had that look again, but this time there was more to it.
"You're right its going to be better than last time."  Roger saw Megan's beautiful face quickly change to a look of concentration in the instant before she straightened her legs trapping his head and his hands between her thighs.  Megan stretched back putting her hands on his ankles preventing him from kicking too much, and giving her even more leverage.  She threw her head back, and gave Roger a good squeeze.  She didn't have to see her own thighs at work.  She didn't have to see the heads of her quads bulging out above her knee, or see the cords of muscles tightening and tightening around her thighs as she squeezed her boyfriend's head between her legs.  She didn't have to see her inner thigh muscles flexing hard and pressing into Roger's temples.  Megan didn't have to see any of it, because she could feel it.  She could feel Roger trying to pull his head back, but without his hands he could only use his neck, and his neck was no where near strong enough to escape her legs.
Roger's hands were caught, but he still wiggled his fingers, and since they were just so high up, that wiggling caused tingles to go through Megan's entire body.  Roger should have stopped moving his fingers because those tingles caused Megan to squeeze more, but finally she released and his head fell to the floor.
Roger was completely red and lines covered his face where Megan's thighs had wrinkled his skin.  He took in a deep breath and moved his head side to side a little.  He finally opened his eyes, but it took them a moment to focus.  They focused on Megan's face, usually as pleasant a sight as anything on the planet, but not now.  Megan's hair partially covered her face and her eyes were focused on Roger with huntress like intensity.
"You okay?", Megan asked Roger like he was a baby who had tripped on a rug.
Roger coughed again, and his hands went up her thighs.  Her quads were even harder now since she had used them.  He could feel the muscle fibers and the hundreds of small capillaries and veins that fed those hungry muscles.  Her skin was hot to the touch.  He looked up at her. "What was that for?"
Megan shifted on his chest.  "That was for making me have to beg.  I don't like to beg, and you know it."
Roger grinned.  "Oh yeah, well that was before I became the boss!"
Megan threw her hand back and clamped her legs around Roger's head so quickly that he barely saw it coming.  Just the gathering darkness of the shadow between her legs.  Roger's entire body reacted from the sudden pain.  His legs kicked and his arms flailed a bit, before he took both hands and tried to pry Megan's legs off.  He had a good grip, and he pulled with all he was worth.  He managed to relieve some of the pressure, but only for a moment.
Megan growled and locked her ankles.  Much to Roger's dismay, she hadn't even done that yet.  She had been squeezing with mostly her adductors, now she really squeezed.  Her thighs ballooned with hard muscle as she poured on the pressure.  She ran her own hands over her mushrooming thighs as the heads of her quads striated and tightened.  She ran her fingers over channels and grooves created by her perfect muscles.  She could feel herself getting more and more turned on, the harder she squeezed and the harder Roger pulled.  After one more sustained squeeze she opened her thighs and Roger's head bounced against the floor.  His head went slowly from side to side.
"That's like being trapped in a wonderful sweaty prison.  You know you're in jail, but for some reason you don't ever want to get out", Roger said dreamily without opening his eyes.  If he had, he would have seen Megan stifling a giggle.
"Oh, so you like that?"  She turned around and looked at his completely erect member.  "Well, I guess you do."
"I bet you won't do it again", Roger teased and ran his hands over her legs.  They were beyond anything he had seen or felt.  Her soft moist skin felt so wonderful under his fingers.  He worked his way up and pulled her panties to the side.  He licked his finger and started working it over her labia and clitoris.  Megan tossed her head from side to side and moved closer.  Roger worked his finger quickly applying just the right amount of pressure.  Megan moved up his body until she was sitting on his upper chest.  That was close enough.  Roger licked his finger again.  This time he straightened it and pushed it inside.  Megan moaned, but he wasn't finished.  He raised his head and sucked directly on her clit.
Megan had been moaning, but now she growled.  Roger worked his tongue and his finger at the same time.  Megan involuntarily began to work her hips.  "Faster!", she ordered and Roger obeyed.  "Ahh!  Yeah, that's it right there!  Right there!"  Roger stopped working different spots and stayed right where he was.  He saw Megan's skin flush and her body began to be racked with wave after wave, but none of those waves sent her over the edge until Roger slid one more finger inside.  "AHHHhhhhh!", Megan cried out as a wave of pleasure finally broke and sent her over the edge.  Her body quaked and trembled.  Her breath came in pants for what seemed like forever, until the tide of pleasure retreated.  She felt warm all over and her head seemed to be floating.
She looked down at Roger.  Her face had never seemed to beautiful to him.  She was sweaty, tired, and happy.  She leaned down and kissed him passionately and lovingly.  "That was great", she managed through deep breaths.
Roger let his head back to the floor.  "Whew.  I didn't think you were ever going to cum.  My tongue was about to give out."
Megan laughed.  "I hope you recover quickly.  I let you do that one the easy way.  This one you're going to have to work for."  Megan reached down and took her panties by the elastic and pulled.  Her upper body flexed rock hard for an instant before the band surrendered to her strength.  She pulled the ruined fabric from her body and repositioned herself on Roger's chest.
"Hey, wait a minute.  Why don't you-"  Roger never got a chance to finish.  Megan's legs wrapped around his head again.  Her muscles flared out and turned diamond hard in an instant.  Roger grunted.
"Make me cum again, Roger, and you better be quick about it!"  She raised her butt off his chest and poured pure power into his skull as she tightened her already impossible muscles before she relaxed a little.  "Make me cum, fast, Roger.  The longer you take, the harder I squeeze."  Her loins ached in anticipation.  Her glutes tightened as she punctuated her demand.  Roger could hear her barely.  Her crotch was right in his face, and he started working her with every trick he knew.
Megan moaned and her eyes fluttered as she felt Roger between her legs.  She humped feeling herself rub against his chin as his tongue worked furiously to please her.  She tightened her thighs though.  She had already locked her ankles and every muscle in legs was pumped hard, but she was just teasing him.  He penetrated her with his tongue.  That made her shutter, but it wasn't enough.  She tightened again.  The cords and ropes of her thighs slid past each other like pythons crushing their prey.  Roger's body reacted to the pain.  Every instinct told him to fight to get free, but he knew better.  He worked Megan.  He could feel her juices lubricating his face and making his little pocket of life harder to live in, but there was no place he would rather be.  He could feel the pressure on his jaw increasing, that made him work more.  He felt Megan tense more.
"Oh, you're close!  Do it, Roger!  Do it! Now!"  Megan worked her hips, but kept tightening her thighs.  Roger's ears popped and his jaw was making funny noises as he worked his tongue, but he kept at it.  Megan's muscles swelled like never before when Roger sent her over again.  Megan came and she came hard.  She flexed every muscle in her perfect body as hard as she could.  Her biceps, triceps, pecs, lats, and abs looked chiseled from granite itself, but her thighs were other wordily.  Every striated muscle fiber was pumped and strained to the ragged edge as Megan came, and instantly came again as Roger worked between her legs still.
"Mmm", Megan grit her teeth as she came again.  Roger could feel every single contraction of her body.  He worked her, but it was more than he could take too. He came again.  Finally, they both relaxed.  Megan rolled from atop Roger and lay with her back on the hardwood floor.  She stared at the ceiling trying to catch her breath.
"Was that good enough?", Roger asked in a horse voice.
"Oh yeah", was all Megan could manage.  She rolled to her side and took Roger in her arms.  His face was beyond blue.  She had squeezed him hard enough to bruise, but he seemed satisfied.  She kissed him.  They just lay there for a while.
"So, Megan since we made such a big mess, do you think we should actually have sex so we can have something to show for it?", Roger asked with a chuckle.  He expected Megan to laugh with him, but she didn't.  Instead she smiled and pushed herself to a sitting position.  She looked down at Roger then put one of her still pumped legs him before she worked herself towards his crotch.
"No, no, Megan I was just joking.  I don't think I can take anymore."
Her grin had just a tinge of sinister to it.  "You're the boss remember", Megan teased and started working Roger's flaccid dick.  It came alive quickly.  "The boss always gets what he wants." 
Before Roger could respond, Megan raised her hips and took all of him inside her in one long stroke.  Roger was caught in that place between pleasure and pain as Megan worked him ragged.  He would have thought that he was bone dry, but Roger came one last time.  Megan rolled off and patted him on the chest before she wrapped her arms and legs around him.  She was so weary that she could hardly raise her arms, after all she had done most of the work all night.
"Did the boss get what he wanted?", Megan asked as she caught her breath.
"Oh hell yeah, and then some.  As they say, 'Its good to be the king'"
Megan rolled her eyes and laid her head on his chest.  She would wait to tell Roger that the 'king' was going to have to clean up the mess they had made of her living room.

[alex]

Uhu!  Another great chapter!  Very hot.

[Ad_Meyer]

This impressive story now goes (literally) from strength to strength!!
Love it!!

Also, very nice way to turn the fortune around for the man as well!

[00tree]

I actually tried to reply to the first part but it wouldn't let me 🙁

Great story ;D

[ratlaf]

You're crafting an instant classic.  I hope you're working on a third part too…?

[TC2]

This was certainly a very well written story.  Though for part 2 I had a few minor quibbles with it, it seemed to focus more on the sex than the character development.  It felt like there was a bit of Dues Ex Machina with the resolution to Roger's situation and we really didn't find out what happened to the other girl and her fiancee.

Though I know it was implied, I don't know, I suppose the conclusion didn't do much for me.  If sex were more my thing then, that would probably be one of the greatest conclusions ever.  But I was more interested in the lives of the characters and resolutions to their biggest problems.  Also for me I couldn't find anything to help me relate to Megan, she just seemed too… perfect.

I couldn't really see any character flaws, she's just simply got everything going on for her.  Even though she claimed to be very big in her younger years, that just didn't seem like enough for me to believe that this could be a real person.

Either way, regardless this was a fantastic story and was a pleasure to read.

[1st_Tsurugi]

I wanted to comment on your latest installment, but for some reason, I can't get a reply box to open in that one. ???  Anyway, I have to say that part 3 is a little gooier than I normally like; people rarely talk that way as I've seen– tad too sentimental.  However, it is nonetheless a very well written story.  I like how The layers of complexity are being added.  Didn't think I could be  so interested in a recounting of a traumatic period in one's life.  Nicely told section; I should take some notes.  The shades of intrigue are a nice touch too. ;D

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