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Authors name: Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alan - Part 5
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Alan - 5 (M/F+, mc, piercing, shaved)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
Megan Bats From Both Sides of the Plate, Kate Becomes
Symmetrical.
***
Alan spent Sunday relaxing around the house. He had some
schoolwork to make up from the days he missed, and he set
to it, lounging on his bed, his textbooks scattered
around him. He was making good progress, but once in a
while his mind drifted back to his encounter in the
hospital with the old man. He turned a page in his
notebook to a clean sheet and began taking notes; on the
top line the wrote in capital letters, "THE SEED."
1. Old man touched me.
2. Felt tingling sensation in whole body.
3. Heard voice in my head, but old man wasn't speaking
aloud.
4. Voice said (not verbatim) "Am giving you gift. Power
to control actions of others, more power to come later.
Develop your skills"
5. Old man said, "You are good boy, worthy to carry THE
SEED, use it well and all you desire can be yours."
6. Old man released my arm from his hands, and died.
Tingling stopped when he let go.
7. Next day in school, buzzing sensation in brain when
talking with Megan, and then she kissed me.
8. After school in classroom buzzing again, wondered what
it would be like to fuck her, and then we fucked. I
thought she looked hot, and she kept saying,
"I'm so hot."
9. Buzzing in penis, grew 3"
10. Made ruler fly into my hand.
11. Modified appearance (hair, build).
His list continued to the bottom of the page, and then he
turned it over and began writing on the other side. When
he was done he read over it carefully.
Turning over another new page in the note book, Alan
headed this one,
"Conclusions." As he put pen to paper he felt funny. The
buzzing sensation returned, and he felt it through his
whole body. The last thing he remembered before falling
into a weird trance state was that the clock on his
bedstand read 4:51pm.
When he came to, the clock read 6:13pm.
* * *
Alan's head hurt. As he reached up to massage his temples
he saw that the pen he had been using roll of the
notebook and fall to the floor. Leaving one hand on his
head, he lifted the notebook and glanced at it in
amazement. Five pages were filled with writing Alan
couldn't remember writing. Even more amazing was that the
writing was not like his own handwriting.
He was eager to read it, but his head was still spinning,
and he felt sort of nauseous. He rested his head back on
the pillow and closed his eyes waiting for the feelings
to pass, about five minutes. Returning to his room after
a quick trip to the kitchen for a glass of water, he
picked up the notebook and began to read the words.
* * *
Vessel Alan Marshall, you are the 109th receptacle of
this Seed of Paishiya'uvada, the first Seed, the Seed of
Hyrcanus. 31,273 lunar cycles ago I, Hyrcanus, created
the seven Seeds. Five of them have been passed down
through these many generations. Today, the fifth day you
exist as the Vessel, the truth will begin to be known to
you. My story is long, but I will endeavor to be brief.
In the days and years to come more will be revealed to
you.
Though history records me as a rebel, a usurper of the
throne of my father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, this is
untrue. History is written by the victors.
History also records that I claimed to be the son of
Smerdis, also known as Bardiya, the brother to Devaryesh,
son of Hystasapes. I was not the son of Smerdis; I was
the son of Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, and never a more
loyal son there was, but this loyalty was repaid in my
blood.
Just before my death I transferred my Seed to Magi
soldier loyal to me, my faithful attendant Ko'un-Zir, so
that the truth of my loyalty and courage, my power and
faith, would live on as long as the Seed was passed
forward.
You, Vessel Alan Marshall, will carry the record of my
deeds, the truth of my action, and the power of the of
the Seed of Paishiya'uvada for the rest of your life. The
vessel of the truth of my life is the vessel of the power
of the Seed.
My uncle, Smerdis, usurped the throne of my father when
Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, was away in Misri'im (which
you know today as Egypt) putting down a rebellion. The
pretender installed around him a mighty guard of Magian
soldiers, circling the court of the Medes, and sent
masses of centurions throughout the Empire to destroy all
of the temples and monuments erected to the glory of my
father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes.
So numerous were his soldiers that no one loyal to my
father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, could dare approach
the Palace of Cambyses. I fled in exile, to the Tsai
Klaldun Valley, to the delta of the Axa River. Hiding on
an island in the delta named Paishiya'uvada, living among
the wild horses, having taken with me two sacred relics:
the Chalice of Ahuramazda, and the Orbis Tertius.
Alone but for a small cadre of men and women loyal to the
crown of my father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, I
created the Seeds, on the sacred hill of Arakadris. Using
the powers hidden in the Orbis Tertius, I fashioned the
Seeds, collapsing to the ground after the seventh emerged
from the Chalice of Ahuramazda. I picked six men, the
strongest and most loyal of my group, and bestowed upon
them the powers that you, Vessel Alan Marshall, now
possess.
Our plan was simple: by using our powers to bend the will
of the minds of the men guarding the palace we would be
able to penetrate the court and kill the cursed Smerdis.
Our plan worked; I, myself, stabbed my sword into the
pretender, shedding not a tear at his death, caring not
he was my uncle.
Then the slaughter began. We put to the sword thousands
of people partisan to the hated Smerdis. The day of this
slaughter, the tenth day of the month of Viyakhnah, was
for generations celebrated as Magophonia, the festival of
the Blood of the Magians.
My father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, returned to the
court seven months later and was restored as king. When
he learned that I was a vessel of the Seeds of
Paishiya'uvada he saw me no longer as a faithful son and
his ally against the treason of his accursed brother, but
a son to be feared, a threat to his reign.
I went away from court at my father's urging, to study at
the great academy of Susa, but the messengers he sent
ahead of me carried my death warrant. When I arrived at
Susa the master of the academy, Nidintu-Bel (later to
become, along with Atsani of Elamh, my father's hated
enemy), murdered me in the doorway.
With my last bit of strength I passed the Seed to my
attendant Ko'un-Zir. The other six vessels were also
marked for death, but four of them managed to transfer
the Seeds to new hosts before being murdered. They had
been tracked down by my father Devaryesh, son of
Hystasapes using the Orbis Tertius and the sacred
chalice, which allowed him to hide his mind, his deadly
intentions, from the vessels of Seed.
Ko'un-Zir, having escaped the murderous Nidintu-Bel, fled
back to the Palace of Cambyses, declared fealty to my
father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, and was welcomed
back to court, later rising to become my father's trusted
vizier. My father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes did not
know that Ko'un-Zir was now the vessel of the Seed of
Paishiya'uvada, the seed of Hyrcanus, his son, and that
my former attendant had used the seed to secure his
advancement.
Ko'un-Zir died many years later, but not before he
managed to destroy the Orbis Tertius. With it destroyed,
the Chalice of Ahuramazda was rendered devoid of power,
no longer a threat to the vessels. For centuries the
inert Chalice of Ahuramazda was used in the rite of
succession, the vessel of the holy oil used to annoint
the newly crowned king.
The deeds of my entire life were given to the glory of my
father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, and Devaryesh, son
of Hystasapes, betrayed me. You are now among only five
men alive on earth who know the truth. You hold almost
unlimited power in your body, which is now the vessel of
the first Seed of Paishiya'uvada, created by me more than
2,500 years ago. You have the power to control the
actions of others, and more powers will come to you as
you develop your skills. Use it well, and all you desire
can be yours.
I, long dead-my blood resting under the ground of Susa,
buried beneath generations of dust and debris, yet still
staining the hidden marble floor of the long-buried
academy-have no more battles to wage.
The monks and students of Susa tried in vain for years to
scour the stain of my blood from their door, but without
success. Their legend held that the red stains were the
only monument to my life, the only marker of my
existence. They were wrong. Your Seed, and the four
others that yet survive, are my legacy.
Vessel Alan Marshall, in this existence you are known by
that name, but to the cosmos you are known by mine:
Hyrcanus, the son of Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes; The
creator of the seven Seeds of Paishiya'uvada; Exile in
the Tsai Klaldun Valley, to an island called
Paishiya'uvada; Champion over Smerdis the Heresiarch;
Restorer of Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, to the throne
in Cambyses.
* * *
Alan reread the manuscript a dozen times over the next
half hour before his mom called him down for supper, and
he still didn't quite believe it. The story, though
short, was a lot to digest, and Alan wasn't sure he was
up to the task of dealing with it all at once.
He planned to hit the library soon, and start researching
the names and places contained in the account. For the
short-term, he decided to head over to Megan's tonight,
if only to take his mind off the new information.
* * *
Megan and Leila were relaxing in front of the TV, waiting
for "Sex in the City "to start when Alan knocked. Megan
kissed him on the cheek as she led him to the living
room, delighted at the surprise. Alan didn't initiate
anything right away, letting Leila and Megan enjoy the
show. After it ended Alan offered to drive over to
D'Agostino's to buy some pints of ice cream, and the
girls agreed, telling him what flavors they liked. As he
was leaving he made some mental changes to both of them.
"Great episode, huh?" Megan offered, draining the last
few drops from her wine glass.
"Yeah. I wish my sex life was a good as theirs, maybe
even as good as yours. Your hands were all over Alan
while we were watching, it was turning me on just looking
at the two of you. He really must be a stallion in the
sack."
Megan tried to change the subject. "Hey Leila, which
character do you think you're most like in the show?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably Carrie. I'm not a romantic
like Charlotte, and I don't sleep around nearly as much
as Samantha, and I'm definitely not a cynic like Miranda.
Carrie seems like the happy middle among the other
three." Leila paused. "But you're changing the subject.
Is he a demon in bed? Come on, you can tell me."
Megan was worried that Alan could be back at any minute,
and didn't want him catching them in this kind of
conversation. She wouldn't mind talking about it another
time. "Uh, hey, I've got a good one. If you were a man,
which character would you like to sleep with?" she
improvised.
"Don't want to talk about it anymore? OK, I'll humor
you." She thought for a second. "Charlotte, because she
had the least experience, so if I did a mediocre job in
bed she might not realize it. You?"
Megan hadn't thought about it, so she agreed with her
friend, citing the same reason.
It was Leila's turn to ask and she dropped a bombshell.
"Which character would you sleep with, Megan?"
Megan was shocked, and refused an answer. Leila
approached her, sitting next to her on the couch. "If you
wont answer, then the topic has to be Alan." Megan shook
her head, but Leila was having none of it. "What does he
do for you? Does he lick you out? Does he fuck you hard?"
Megan refused to speak. This enraged Leila, and she
grabbed Megan, pushing her back into the cushions of the
couch, pinning her down so she couldn't escape.
"Not talking, eh?" she half-sneered at Megan. She rammed
her hand under Megan's skirt and slipped her fingers
under her panties. Alan had set it up so that Leila would
be the aggressor, and Megan would be a Kate-like
submissive. Leila's fingers explored under Megan's
panties, and she couldn't do anything about it, being
pinned to the couch. Beads of sweat were forming on
Megan's forehead as she fruitlessly tried to struggle out
of Leila's strong grip.
"Does he touch you here?" Leila demanded as she put her
fingers against Megan's slit.
"Yes," Megan whispered back, so ashamed she hoped she
could just die.
"Does he rub you like this?" Leila asked, drawing her
fingers up and down Megan's labia.
"Yes," Megan whispered, whimpering a little as Leila's
fingers began to arouse her.
"Does he stick his finger's up you like I'm doing now?"
she asked as she jammed two fingers into Megan's
moistening pussy.
"Ooooh, that's so nice. Ohhh, what was the question?"
"Does he finger your wet pussy? Does he make you come
with his hands? Do you melt at his touch?" Leila was
watching Megan become visibly aroused. "Are you gonna
come for me, honey? Is your pussy gonna squeeze my
fingers until you come all over my hand?"
Megan couldn't do anything except gasp and pant, and she
couldn't tear her eyes away from Leila's steely gaze.
Leila was now pumping the two fingers into her at an ever
increasing pace. Megan felt Leila's thumb on her clit,
and exploded, howling her orgasm so loud she thought she
would wake the dead. Leila kept manipulating her, a new
climax building from the ashes from the last one.
After another two minutes Megan exploded again, and Leila
finally got off of her, allowing her to sit up straight
on the couch. When Megan caught her breath she looked up
and saw that Leila was standing in the middle of the
living room, naked. Leila marched at her, and pushed her
over so that Megan was prone on the couch, facing up.
Leila straddled her head, and pushed her pussy at Megan's
mouth. Megan tried to turn her head away, but Leila had a
good hold on her head.
"Lick it Megan. Make me come and I'll lick you. I'm so
horny from watching you come, I need an orgasm so bad."
Leila rested more of her weight against Megan, her labia
pressed against her pursed lips. She reached behind her
and pinched Megan's nipple, twisting it hard. When Megan
gasped in pain, her mouth opened and her tongue shot out
and onto Leila's pussy lips.
The taste wasn't so bad Megan thought. "I wonder if we
taste alike, and this is what Alan tastes when he eats my
pussy." The thought turned her on, and she began
tentatively exploring Leila's outer labia. Leila's pussy
was covered in hair, unlike hers, which she shaved for a
bikini. The hair was the same color as the hair on her
head, coal black, and it was extremely silky.
She had never given head before, not to any of her
previous boyfriends, and certainly not to a woman, but
she imagined that men's pubic hair wouldn't be as soft as
Leila's was. A man's would probably be hard and wiry, and
not as pleasant to run your tongue across like Leila's
bush was. Though, if Alan ever asked her to go down on
him, she wouldn't have hesitated for a moment.
"Lick me, Megan. Lick me," Leila urged, and Megan became
for adventuresome with the path her tongue was taking.
She licked up and rolled her tongue over Leila's
clitoris. "Yesssssss," Leila hissed in response. She
began to grind her pussy into Megan's face, urging her
along with her words and responses. "Stick you tongue in
my pussy. My pussy is wet for you. My pussy is burning up
for you." Leila's entire existence was now centered
around her pussy, and the pleasure it was receiving at
the end of her neighbor's tongue.
Megan hesitantly stabbed her tongue into the depths of
Leila's pussy. She was getting into the act of eating out
Leila in a big way, and could feel her own pussy begin to
moisten slightly. She even began to savor the taste of
Leila's pussy, and her tongue began to move faster, in
and out of Leila, occasionally pulling out to lick over
her clit. Leila began to buck wildly, and Megan knew she
was about to orgasm. Leila stiffened up and slammed her
crotch into Megan's face, coming wildly around the
invading tongue.
Leila was amazed at the situation. She had never had sex
with another woman before. All of the threesomes she had
been in were her and two men. She never even imagined
that being with another woman could be so pleasurable.
She got off Megan's face, and then flipped over, so that
she was face-to-pussy, with her friend, the two of them
forming a sixty-nine.
She briefly admired Megan's pussy as she pulled the
panties even more to the side so she could begin licking
her pussy. Megan's skirt was in a bit in her way, but
Megan reached under and unzipped it, allowing Leila to
pull it off. She eased Megan's panties off, getting a
first look at her naked crotch. Megan was still undoing
the buttons on her blouse when Leila plunged her tongue
into the red haired pussy.
Megan groaned, the distraction slowing her pace at
getting naked. Leila began doing to her what she had done
to Leila. She licked the lips of Megan's pussy up and
down, paying particular attention to the clit.
Neither of them noticed that Alan had returned. Upon
entering, seeing that his mental commands were being
followed, he made himself invisible to the two of them.
He took a seat on the chair facing the couch, unzipped
his pants, pulled his cock out, slowly jacking off. "That
Leila has one hot body," he thought to himself as he
watched them go at it.
By then, Leila had forced her pussy down into Megan's
face, and they ate each other to orgasm a few more times.
Alan used his power to make himself visible again, and
then cleared his throat, calling their attention to his
return. "I see you were enjoying yourself in my absence,
ladies." Megan's face turned so red she thought it might
be a match for her hair. Leila, though, was
unembarrassed. Megan had given her some of the best
climaxes of her life. She mused about all the time she
had wasted not pursuing sexual relationships with women.
Looking Alan over she was impressed by the size of his
cock. She had seen bigger in her adventures, but Alan's
was amongst the biggest, top five probably. She wasn't
impressed by size alone, though, and she knew the proof
of the fucking was in the doing, and right at that moment
she was desperate for a nice fucking. "Howdy there
cowboy, that's some big gun your packing there. Know how
to use it?"
Alan, indulging her conceit replied, "Well there Miss
Leila, I reckon you can't be made the sheriff in this
rough and tumble town if you can's shoot straight like I
can. Care for a demonstration?"
Megan was collapsed on the couch, lazily watching the
give and take between her young lover and her newest
lover. She felt she should be upset, but for some reason
she found it arousing; this was also Alan's doing.
"What's a nice sheriff like you doing in a cat house like
this?"
"Just thought I'd stick my head in to see where the
action was, Miss Leila. I hear they got a new player
piano in this joint, and I thought I might take in some
music."
"You know sheriff, some of the boys here in Deadwood
think I'm a great singer. They especially like how I sing
when they jam their hard cocks up my tight pussy. Ooh,
goodness, me, I'm being very indelicate for a fine woman
such as myself."
"You know Miss Leila, suddenly I figger the idea of
listening to that new player piano seems a bit bland.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to treat me to a concert.
I understand you are an accomplished hummer. Perhaps a
demonstration?" She watched with baited breath as Alan
got naked.
Leila slid off the couch and walked on her knees over to
Alan's chair. She took his cock head into her mouth and
suck for a minute, then began to lick up and down the
shaft. Megan pulled herself up, and walked over, keeling
next to Leila, wanting to see how it was done. She
couldn't believe how much of Alan's cock Leila was taking
in. Almost half of his shaft disappeared into her mouth,
and Megan noticed that shiny saliva was slobbering down
Leila's chin, some of it dripping off on to her chest.
She was amazed at the relish with which Leila attacked
Alan's cock.
Leila was actually moaning around his penis, not knowing
that Alan was sending out waves of arousal with his mind.
When Alan figured he was fully hard he pulled her up, and
sat her down on his lap, his cock pressed against her ass
cheeks. "The reports I heard were true, Miss Leila. You
are the best hummer in the whole territory."
Leila's body was shivering with arousal; she had never
known herself to be this turned on.
"You know, Miss Leila, now that I've confirmed the
humming part, I'd sure like to hear you sing." He cupped
her ass cheeks and lifted her up . His cock fell forward
between her legs, and she reached down to place the tip
at her entrance.
"Man, she's light," Alan thought, "She's almost as tall
as Megan, but she can't weigh a hundred pounds." Alan's
cock slowly began to creep up her wet channel.
"Ohmigod. Ohmigod! Ohmigod! OHMIGOD!" Leila screamed out.
"Keep fucking me, sheriff. Ohmigod!" Bliss began to cloud
Leila's mind as Alan was giving her the best fucking of
her life. The pieces began to fall into place as she came
to understand Megan's devotion to Alan. "I've only been
fucking him thirty seconds, and I'd kill for him, too,"
she thought to herself through the haze of lust.
Alan, his hands never coming off her ass cheeks,
continued to lift and drop her on his erection. After a
few minutes Leila began chanting her "Ohmigod" chant
again, all the way to a thrashing orgasm.
Megan saw a trickle of juices, just a few drops really,
drip onto Alan's cock, and without thinking leaned in to
lick them off. Leila was still bouncing up and down on
Alan's erection, and on a down stroke Megan's tongue came
into contact with Leila's very hard clit. Leila howled at
the sensation, and Megan began to lick her pussy lips as
they slid up and down on Alan's cock, one of her hands
rubbing her own slit, the other glued to Leila's clit.
Leila began shrieking; it felt to her that she was in a
constant state of climax, and she wasn't sure if it was
one long and big orgasm or a series of smaller orgasm
coming one after the other. She didn't care. Her body was
bucking up and down with a force she had never felt
before, and she thought she was going to pass out. A few
seconds later, she did. Alan lifted her off of his penis,
hoisted her up and set her down over on the couch, curled
up in a ball.
He noticed that she was sucking her thumb, and he thought
it was cute. Megan crawled over to him and began licking
Leila's juices off Alan's cock, like a pussycat cleaning
her kitten. Holding his shaft in her hands she closed her
lips over the head of his erection, the first time in her
life she had taken a man in her mouth.
"Megan," Alan moaned out, "If you keep that up I'm going
to come in your mouth." Thinking about it for just a
second Megan decided she wanted to taste him. Pulling
away, she looked up at him, their eyes meeting.
"Yes, Alan. Come in my mouth. I want to taste you." And
with that she clamped her lips over his cock head again,
toying with the pee slit with the tip of her tongue. Alan
gasped and came in her mouth. Megan resolved not to miss
a drop, but a small amount escaped her lips. It wasn't
that there was so much of it, a bit more than a teaspoon
she estimated, but she was unaccustomed to drinking come,
and the force of the ejaculation took her by surprise.
Alan collapsed backward on the couch, careful to avoid
the passed-out Leila. Megan, too, crumpled, her body
resting on the living room rug. Alan nudged Leila awake.
"You girls ready for that ice cream now. It says on the
carton, 'Best if eaten naked.'" Both Megan and Leila let
out drowsy chuckles. Megan went into the kitchen, and
soon returned with three bowls, and ice cream scoop, and
spoons, grabbing some paper napkins as she walked back.
Alan dished out the scoops, and they all relaxed on the
sectional, slurping up the ice cream, talking little.
"Well, I'd better be going," Alan announced as he got up
and reached for his clothes. "School night, you know."
Megan giggled at their previously private joke. Turning
right before the door he looked back into the living room
at the two naked women. "Well, Miss Leila, it was sure
nice making your acquaintance. Don't be shy about givin'
this here sheriff a-callin' again if any of the town's
bad element starts bustin' up the joint." As he left the
heard the two of them break out in fits of laughter.
"So," Megan asked right after the front door closed
behind Alan, "Care to spend the night." Leila licked the
last remnants of the ice cream off the back of her spoon
as she nodded yes.
* * *
On the short drive back to his house Alan dialed up
Kate's number on his cell phone. He had read the phone
number from her mind yesterday afternoon. This was the
private line, the one that rang only in her bedroom. On
the second ring she picked up.
"Hey there Kate," he said with genuine concern in his
voice when she answered, "How are you feeling? Is it
healing well, slut?"
"Uh, yes. I showered this morning, and the swelling is
gone, but it's still a little sore. I've been taking
Advil and it should be all better by tomorrow or the next
day," she said flatly.
"Is it pretty? You know, you're such a pretty girl, and I
hope the ring is pretty, too."
Kate whole being lit up when Alan called her pretty, and
she answered him with much more enthusiasm. "Yeah Alan,
it's beautiful. Thank you for calling me 'pretty' and
thank you for the ring. I didn't thank you yesterday, and
that was wrong of me."
"Gotta hang up now, slut. Meet me in front of school
tomorrow at 8am."
After he hung up on her Kate realized that she wasn't
even bothered anymore when he addressed her as "slut." He
thought she was pretty. She couldn't wait to have the
other nipple pierced; she would try to talk him into
going back to Dirty Dan's after school tomorrow.
* * *
Alan went home, finished the last of his homework by
midnight, and was sleeping soundly moments after his head
his the pillow. His exertions at Megan's house had taken
a bit out of him, and he really was exhausted.
Feeling very refreshed upon waking, he quickly performed
his morning ablutions, and was out of the house a little
more that fifteen minutes after the alarm on the clock
radio went off at seven. The weather had returned to
normal, chilly with a strong wind whipping through the
tree-lined streets. He got to school at 7:30 and was
pleased to see that Kate was already waiting at the main
entrance. They walked in together.
Alan had the keys to the newspaper office on his key
ring, but he didn't want to go back there. Variety is the
spice of life, and he was eager to have Kate in a new
setting. Seeing that he had already shaved Kate's pussy
in her bathroom, and then fucked her in the mall
bathroom, he ruled out all of the school's many
bathrooms. He tested a few doors as they walked down the
halls, finding them all locked. "When my powers are more
developed," he thought to himself, "I'll be able to
unlock doors with my mind by manipulating the pins in the
cylinder."
As they reached the end of the hall Alan found the door
to the auditorium wasn't locked, and they went in. Taking
a seat in the front row as he pulled his pants and shorts
down around his ankles, he had Kate kneel in front of
him. At once she set to work, licking his hardening rod
all over. Her hands were free, so she undressed as she
gave him the blowjob, quickly shedding her blouse, skirt,
and panties, then reaching back to unhook her bra.
Alan saw the flash of gold as her bra fell, and placed
his hand under her chin, lifting her mouth off of him and
pulling her upright so he could see Dirty Dan's work. It
was very fetching, and with his other hand he cupped her
left breast, then held the nipple ring between his
fingers. "Careful," she hissed, "It's still a tad sore,
and has been constantly erect since Saturday."
"OK slut," he answered. "My, my, you were right. It is
very pretty. Pretty like my little slut." Kate beamed,
and then began taking her into his mouth again, sucking
him with gusto. Alan pulled her head up again, and began
maneuvering her onto his lap. He was going to take her
like he did Leila last night.
As the head of his cock parted her pussy lips she turned
her head, looking at his face over her shoulder and
asked, "Oh Alan, I thought you said in the bathroom at
the mall you were going to fuck my ass next time."
As he lowered her cunt down the length of his shaft she
groaned. "Don't worry slut, I will. Just want to slicken
it up in your pussy first."
"Oh Alan," she moaned, "You think of everything, don't
you?"
She bounced merrily up and down on Alan's huge cock, her
body bucking with pleasure. Alan had his hands on her
tits, his fingers toying with her nipples and nipple
ring. Alan noticed to his surprise that the ring was
warm, almost body temperature warm.
After Kate orgasmed, he cries echoing off the walls of
the cavernous and empty auditorium, Alan cupped her ass
cheeks and lifted her off of his dick. It took her but a
few seconds to come down from her orgasmic high, and as
he placed the tip of his penis against her asshole he
whispered in her ear, "Ready?"
He didn't wait for an answer, and slowly pushed his dick
into her hot ass. He lowered on his shaft, and when her
butt cheeks touched down, he flung her head back so it
rested on his shoulder, looked him square in the eyes,
and answered, "Always Alan. I'm always ready." His cock
felt so big in her ass. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck my
ass hard," she moaned.
Her feet were still touching the floor; the seats in the
auditorium were lower to the ground than regular chairs.
She was able, using her legs for leverage, to bounce her
ass up and down on his cock. Alan, freed from the
responsibility of lifting and dropping her, placed his
left hand over her nipple, and his right hand on her
pussy. He fondled the ring and nipple, and pushed his
right index finger up her cunt, massaging her clit with
his thumb.
Kate never in her life felt so good. This was much better
than the first ass fucking; the other day in the
newspaper office when most of what she felt when Alan
took her in the ass, at least at first, was fear. This
time she just reveled in the sensations, and his playing
with her ringed nipple and manipulation of clit was
taking her on a fast trip to orgasmville. She kept upping
the pace as she neared climax, and then it hit her like a
ton of brick.
First, all of the air seemed to escape from her lungs in
an instant, and then she felt her asshole tighten
considerably around his invading prick. After it had
tightened up all it could, her asshole began spasming,
clenching and relaxing around his dick over and over
again.
Ten seconds into her climax she regained her breath, and
let out a heroic shout, again the lewd sounds bouncing
off the walls. Just as she was coming down, her asshole
relaxing, Alan released her nipple and pussy, put his
hands on her hips, buried himself to the hilt, and came
in her butt, setting off another, albeit smaller orgasm.
The were both panting a covered with sweat. A few minutes
later, as they were dressing, Kate broached the subject
of the other nipple ring. "Come see me after school in
the newspaper office. I'll see if a can slip out for a
bit and if I can we'll head over to Dan's."
Grinning ear to ear, she kissed Alan on the cheek. Their
tryst had only taken twenty minutes, and they still had
almost a half an hour before homeroom. Alan walked her
out of the school, and over to the coffee cart in the
parking lot. He treated her to a cup, bought one for
himself, and they sat on the front steps of the school
sipping quietly. Ten minutes before homeroom Kate excused
herself and went in. She had spotted a bunch of her
friends headed towards them, and she needed to touch up
her make up in the ladies room before classes started.
A half hour later, sitting in Mrs. Martin's French
classroom, she thanked god Alan had fucked her before
school that morning. She had woken up so horny for him
that if he hadn't fucked her she never would have been
able to concentrate on her lessons today.
* * *
Right after fifth-period English that day, Alan did his
usual dance, making sure he was the last student left in
the room with Megan. He walked to the door and locked it,
and Megan rushed up to him, throwing her body at his.
"Enjoyed yourself last night, didn't you?" he asked
rhetorically. She could only purr in response.
After kissing him, her tongue busily exploring his mouth,
she pulled back and said, "You have no idea. Leila and I
were still playing around at 2am. Finally I had to stop
her. If not for four cups of coffee and a ginseng, I
would be unconscious right now." She marched Alan back to
the couch and sat him down. Grasping at his waistband she
unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the fly, and yanked
hard.
His pants were around his knees, and she attacked his
cock with her salivating mouth. After licking it
thoroughly she took the head in her mouth and teased the
tip and the crown with her flailing tongue. Gradually she
worked her way forward, taking him in so that the tip
neared the opening of her throat. That was the limit of
her inexperienced mouth, but she vowed to herself that
soon she would take all of him.
She slowly bobbed her head over the three and a half
inched she could manage, and brought up her right hand to
jack the exposed part of his shaft, keeping a good steady
pace for ten minutes, her mouth never leaving his dick.
She sensed her was getting close, and wanted him to come
in her mouth again. This time she would be ready, not
allowing a drop to escape.
With her left hand she began massaging his balls, and
that sent him over the edge. His back arched, he shot his
load into her mouth. She rolled the sperm around in her
mouth for a few seconds, and then made a big production
of swallowing, making exaggerated gulping sounds, and
smacking her lips. He stood, she with him, and she pulled
his pants back up, fastened them closed and sent him out
to the lunchroom to meet his friends.
* * *
Leila did something she usually didn't do: she left the
hospital grounds at lunchtime. There was no rule against
it, but she didn't do it that often. Ten minutes after
pulling out of the parking lot she was parking again,
having reached her destination. She had never been in a
sex shop before, and was slightly fascinated by what she
saw, though some of the displays revolted her.
She quickly found what she was looking for, and began
taking different models off the shelves to look them
over. Who knew there were so many different kinds of
dildoes? One of her friends in college had given her a
dildo as a sort of gag gift, but truth be told, she had
gotten a lot of use out of it.
What she had never done was actually buy one herself. She
decided on a few, feeling really kinky just looking at
the vibrator, soft rubber model, and especially the
double-ended one, and was headed to the register when her
eye stopped on another display. As she approached them
she knew she had to buy one. "How much for that strap-
on?" she asked the fat guy behind the counter.
* * *
Alan saw Kate in the lunchroom and discretely signaled
her to come over. He whispered to her that he was cool
with the idea of getting her other nipple done today, and
her would extricate himself from the newspaper office by
any means necessary. Kate then found Pauline and gave her
the keys to the Jetta, asking her to drive it home again.
Pauline wondered why, but Kate left really fast, before
she had the chance to question her.
After school, Alan went to the newspaper, went over a few
things with Missy, and then left, leaving her in charge
for the rest of the afternoon. Kate was waiting for him
at his car, and off they were. The cold weather had made
her unpierced nipple harden, though her aroused state
would have stiffened it in any case.
* * *
Dan was happy to have them in his shop again so soon,
eager to see how his handiwork was holding up. "Healing
nicely," he commented. "So back for the other one, I
figure, eh? I had a feeling you'd be back, so a made a
matching ring for the little lady yesterday. The one she
got on Saturday was the last one in stock. Didn't want
you to come back and be disappointed."
He led them back to the converted dentist's chair, and
offered them another round of tequilas, which they
accepted. The whole process took much less time this go
around because Alan didn't have to pick out a ring, and
Dirty Dan didn't have to explain the process again. As
the long needle approached her nipple Alan sent a mental
command for Kate to have a mini-orgasm as she was
pierced. Soon it was all over, and Alan and Kate were
back out front. Dan offered them another round of shots,
and Kate accepted, but Alan declined, needing his head
clear for the drive back to the Van Devanter house.
Alan walked her into the house, and Kate invited him up
to her room, telling him she needed him to do something
for her. As they neared the stairs Mrs. Van Devanter
emerged from the kitchen, and was slightly taken aback at
seeing Kate and Alan together, knowing her older
daughter's long-standing antipathy towards him. "Alan,"
Mrs. Van Devanter asked, "What are you doing here. You
know, Pauline is at the volleyball match over at the
school, covering it for the paper. "
"Oh, I know Mrs. Van Devanter. Kate asked me for some
help with her calculus homework."
"Oh, isn't that nice."
As they climbed the stairs Alan sent a signal to Mrs. Van
Devanter, ordering her to stay on the first floor during
his visit. The Van Devanter's had a policy against being
behind closed doors with boys, and he figured whatever
Kate needed was best be done in private. Alan closed the
door of her bedroom behind her, and Kate sat at the edge
of her bed. She looked up at Alan, a pout on her face,
and her finger at the corner of her mouth, posed like a
little girl seeking the indulgence of her father.
"I have a little problem Alan, and I was hoping you could
help me," she began, twisting her finger against her
lips. Alan said nothing, waiting for her to go on. "I
don't know if you noticed this morning in the auditorium,
but there was some stubble on my pussy, and it itches.
Could you be a friend and help me out?"
She stood, and taking him by the hand and led him to her
bathroom. Alan shaved her again, and soon she was as
smooth as a baby.
He sat her on the sinktop and licked her to an orgasm,
Kate biting down on a hand towel to keep from screaming,
her left hand never leaving her nipple ring, twisting it
so hard she was almost hurting herself. She couldn't wait
for the other bandage to come off.
As he was seeing himself out, Mrs. Van Devanter pulled
him aside and thanked him profusely for helping Kate.
"I'm seeing your mother for lunch on Wednesday, and I'll
be sure to tell her what a gentleman you are, but I'm
sure she gets that all the time."
Next Chapter: Megan and Leila discover the joys of d.p.
with a strap on. Kate discovers the thrills of doing it
in public.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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