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Story title : Alan - Part 7
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Alan - 7 (MF, mc)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
Alan discovers the ring of Ko'un-Zir, spends time with
his women, and a good time is had by all.
***
The sun was shining high over the horizon as Alan
navigated his mom's Volvo through the streets of
Manhattan. They had come over the Triboro bridge and Alan
elected to head downtown through the streets instead of
taking the FDR Drive. At the corner of Second Avenue and
79th Street he mad a right turn and aimed the car towards
Central Park, turning north on Madison Avenue. He found a
spot on East 81st Street, less than a half a block for
the museum.
They met Nina and baby Shara in the Stanhope Hotel, where
they were going to have lunch. The hotel is directly
opposite the Met, and Nina and the baby were waiting in
the lobby for them. After a pleasant lunch they crossed
to the other side of Fifth Avenue and entered the museum.
Alan's mom was keen to see a visiting exhibition of the
works of the 19th Century British photographer Benjamin
Brecknell Turner, and they started out in that gallery.
Alan had been to the Met a number of times over the
years, and remembered that they had an Assyrian
collection, so he excused himself from his mom and Cousin
Nina, and told them he'd catch up with them later. Both
he and his mom carried cell phones, and they would be
able to remain in contact.
Alan went to the second floor, and headed over to the
south wing. There were a number of enormous stone tablets
depicting Assyrian battle scenes, but looking at the
dates on the labels Alan saw that they were sated much to
early to be related to the Seed of Paishiya'uvada. In the
next room Alan peered into the various glass display
cases. One of the objects caught him up short. There was
a ring, and Alan thought it was glowing.
Funny, the guy standing next to him didn't seem to see
the glow. Alan asked him about it, and the guy gave him a
funny look. Alan really wanted to see this ring, to touch
it, maybe even slip it over his finger. He summoned a
guard over to the case and asked him to open the case,
but the guard didn't have the key. That made sense; what
kind of a museum give out master keys to security guards?
The guard told him that he would have to speak to someone
in the curatorial staff to get the case open, and
helpfully, he spoke into his radio and asked his
dispatcher to get someone from the Near East department
to come meet Alan in the gallery.
Alan walked around the rest of the other cases in the
gallery, peering into them intently. No other object
seemed to give off a glow, and he hastened back to have
another look at the ring. He read the label next to it.
In his first look he had missed it, distracted by the
glow. The ring, according to the label, was a sixth
century B.C.E. signet ring belonging to the prime
minister in the court of Darius the Second. Shortly a man
from the curator's office arrived, from the Near East
Division.
He introduced himself as Dr. Neil Swindon-Smythe. About
thirty years old, and speaking with a British accent he
explained that the ring used to have two parts, and that
the seal had never been found. Evidently, all orders and
official documents of the empire were affixed with the
courtly seal, which had been attached to the ring, the
prime minister dripping a bit of hot wax on the
parchments and then pressing the seal to it. It was found
in a crypt, and markings etched into the wall of the cave
indicated that the occupant was the vizier of Darius the
Second, a man called Kanteer.
"Ko'un-Zir," Alan thought to himself, "That's Ko'un-Zir's
ring." Alan asked how the museum acquired it.
"Well, it's not particularly valuable. The ring was found
during a dig in what is now Iraq. It was an international
expedition undertaken in the 1920s, and I believe that
the team that unearthed the grave was led by a Swiss
archeologist named Jean-Pierre Massimo. He was a famous
researcher, and we have a number of his finds in our
collection. This ring was found by him on one of his
earliest expeditions, before he really made a name for
himself. Because this museum was one of the underwriters
of the dig we were allocated a share of the finds. The
Kanteer Ring is not considered a very important piece. If
it had been found intact that would make it a completely
different story. Most of the time we don't even display
it. It is one of the many Assyrian pieces put out in
rotation to fill the cases."
Alan sent him a mental command, and he unlocked the case
and handed him the ring. In his hand the ring seemed to
vibrate, and the glowing became more pronounced. Alan and
the man walked back to his office, and Alan ordered the
man to delete all references to the Ring of Kanteer from
the inventory databases. As he was walking out Dr.
Swindon-Smythe came up to him and presented Alan with a
business card. Alan considered slipping the ring on his
finger right then and there, but because of the trance he
had fallen into in his room last weekend he figured it
would be better to wait until he was home. Slipping it
into his pocket he was surprised that it continued to
vibrate gently against his thigh.
He met up with his mother, and then drove her, Nina, and
the baby to Nina's apartment on the Upper West Side. He
parked the car in a garage and headed for the nearest
subway station, catching an uptown local at Broadway and
72nd Street. Ten minutes and six stops later got out at
116th Street, and once he reached the top of the stairs
he found himself just outside the gates of the
university.
He presented himself at the admissions office, and was
delighted to find that a tour of the campus was set to
begin in less than a half an hour. He had taken this tour
last fall, but now that he was admitted he paid closer
attention. They hit the major highlights, the library and
some of the academic buildings, plus a look inside one of
the dorms. When it was over Alan asked the guide where
the bookstore was. He wanted to buy a sweatshirt, and he
also needed some books.
Twenty minutes later Alan walked back to the subway,
carrying his bundles. In one bag was the sweatshirt and
one of those rear-windshield stickers for his car. In the
other bag was a hardback copy of the complete stories of
Jorge Luis Borges, and a few books on the Ancient Near
East.
* * *
He headed over to Nina and her husband's apartment. He
had called his mom before descending into the subway, and
she told him that dad was still busy at work, and they
would meet up with him some time after seven. Alan and
his mom decided to have the dinner at El Faro, an old
Spanish restaurant in Greenwich Village that was a family
favorite. Nina and her husband Jack joined them. Jack and
his dad worked at the same firm; Jack was a fresh-out-of-
law-school associate when Alan's dad introduced him to
his niece Nina, and they had married less than a year
later. All through dinner the ring vibrated in Alan's
pocket.
When he got home he was hesitant about putting it on.
Perhaps it would be a mistake. Better first to read more
about the Ancient Near East in the books he had bought.
* * *
Alan slept late the next day, not rising until well after
ten o'clock. He had stayed up very late reading his new
books. The Borges story, "Tlon Uqbar, Orbis Tertius," was
interesting but not terribly informative to his
situation. It centered on the discovery by Borges and his
friend Adolfo Bioy Casares of a magical land. They never
actually visited this place, but rather read about it in
books. It turned out in the end that he whole thing was a
fraud devised by a vast conspiracy. Smerdis was
mentioned, though only in passing, and the imprint of the
conspirators was called Orbis Tertius.
In his other books Alan read that there was a rebellion
against the rule of Cambyses II and that his brother
Smerdis had crowned himself in his place. Later after
Smerdis was killed by a detachment of seven Persian men.
Smerdis was killed in secret, and no one outside the
palace knew the rebel king was dead.
When Cambyses II left to put down a disturbance in Egypt,
a pretender who claimed to be Smerdis, a man named
Gaumata, seized the vacant throne. Cambyses II died in
his travels and was succeeded in election by Darius II,
son of Hystaspes, also known as Devaryesh, and the new
king had Gaumata and his Magian followers put to the
sword. They day of the slaughter was known as Magophonia,
from the Greek magosphonos, or "Magi Slaughter."
Alan thought about the ring, but left it in his desk
drawer. He could swear he could hear it buzzing in the
drawer all the way over on the other side of the room.
* * *
Around Tuesday at mid-day Kate watched from the front
window as Chad pulled out and drove off; as he made the
turn out of the driveway he thrust his arm out the window
and waved. They had just had an argument about Alan; Kate
denied that she and Alan had something going on. Chad,
after a long round of convincing, sort of believed her,
and they kissed and made up. The past couple of days,
since the big party, Kate spent some time thinking about
her "relationship" with Alan, and she had come to some
conclusions.
Alan made her feel good, made her engines roar. She
didn't want to be his girlfriend, she just wanted him to
touch her. She certainly wasn't in love with him, he was
just the most amazing fuck any girl could hope for. She
also knew she wasn't in love with Chad, but he was good
"arm candy," that is to say that he was the proper kind
of guy for a girl like her to have as a boyfriend.
Kate was considered one of the prettiest girls in school,
if not the most pretty, and it just seemed to be proper
for the prettiest girl to date the football captain. They
were the favorites to be chosen the king and queen of the
senior prom. She didn't want to walk down the halls of
the high school holding hands with Alan Marshall, not
because she didn't like him, but rather that she would
rather just fuck him.
Alan wasn't a geek or anything, and many of her friends
thought he was very good-looking, but he wasn't a member
of the high school elite, and they disdained him. He was
on the school newspaper all of his four years in high
school, and that crowd had never been considered among
the coolest.
His family didn't have less money than hers, but he
didn't live on the Hill, and he didn't drive a fancy car.
(Chad had a BMW.) He wasn't on student council, nor did
he play any sports. On top of all that he was a relative
newcomer to the town. Sure, he had lived here since he
was ten years old, but many in the in-crowd had been in
school together since kindergarten.
"Still," Kate thought as she watched Chad's car move off
in the distance, "he can do things to my body that no one
else can." So it was decided: she would keep dating Chad,
and keep fucking Alan. She would even fuck Chad once in a
while to placate him, though she imagined that she would
have to keep her eyes closed and her mind focused on Alan
to even hope to have an orgasm with Chad. Without even
thinking about what she was doing, she went into the
house and dialed Alan's cell phone.
Alan told her to come on over to his house, as his mom
was going out to a garden club meeting, and his dad
wasn't going to be home for hours. "I have a surprise for
you when you get here slut.' She almost bolted out the
door.
* * *
In the car on the way over her cell phone rang and she
reached to the dash to key the phone which was lodged in
the hands-free unit. It was her friend Suzy Cormier, and
she was calling about Alan and Chad. Suzy was a insidious
gossip, and had known that Chad was going over to her
house that morning to confront her about Alan.
"So Kate, you and Chad bust up?"
"No. Where did you hear that one?"
"I heard he was pissed off about you hanging out with
Alan Marshall. What is up between the two of you. You
drove up to Geoff Sherman's in his car, and a couple of
weeks ago we saw you two together at the mall."
"Suzy, it's nothing. Really. Nothing. My mom and dad made
me go to the mall with Alan. He and Pauline were going
together, and I wanted to go in my own car, but my folks
insisted Alan drive me because I fainted the day before.
And the other day, you know, at the party, I didn't want
to drive because of the beer, and Chad had gone over
early to help Geoff set up. So when Alan offered Pauline
a ride I asked if I could tag along."
"So you're not fucking Alan? 'Cause that's what we all
think."
"No. No, I'm with Chad," she responded vehemently.
"Well, if you were fucking Alan I couldn't blame you. He
may not be 'one of us,' but he's kinda cute. I wonder if
he's seeing anyone? I wouldn't kick his tight body outta
my bed, huh?"
"I, uh, I think he and Pauline are getting back
together." Kate did not want Suzy anywhere near Alan.
Though Suzy was her friend she was also a tramp; Suzy was
known to put out on the first date, often. "Ah, the
perils of not being as pretty as me," Kate thought to
herself.
Though Suzy was pretty, she wasn't nearly as good-looking
as Kate or her kid sister. It's not that she would be
jealous if Suzy made a play for Alan, but she didn't want
him to have any distractions. She needed Alan to be there
for her, and it was better to have Suzy think that Alan
was dating Pauline than to have her on the prowl for him.
"Anyway, Pauline's a virgin, so Alan would have plenty of
energy left to satisfy me after their dates," Kate
thought. "I'm going to encourage both of them to start
dating again." She had no way of knowing that Alan and
her sister already had planned a date for that night.
* * *
She ended her conversation with Suzy as she pulled up to
Alan's house, pleased with her scheming. Mrs. Marshall
was pulling out as she parked on the road, and they waved
at each other as Alan's mom drove off. Alan was waiting
for her on the front porch, and she threw herself at him.
Embracing him around his torso she rubbed her body up and
down against his. "You seem happy, slut," he said to her.
"Yes Alan, I'm your slut," she panted back. He pulled her
into the house, and led her to his bedroom. Sitting down
on his bed she picked up the book next to her. "Hmm,
doing a little light reading? The book was titled,
"Assyrian Origins: Discoveries at Ashur on the Tigris."
"Recently I've become very interested in ancient
Babylonia. You know, their fertility rites were very
complex."
"You'll have to tell your slut all about them. But
later." Kate was peeling off her clothes as she answered
him, and by the time she had finished she was sitting on
his bed clad only in a pair of skimpy black bikini
panties. Alan approached her and cupped her breasts, his
fingertips stroking her ringed nipples. Kate purred and
leaned back, lying flat against his bed, her head propped
up on his pillows.
Alan hooked his thumbs under the strings at the sides of
her panties. Kate liked this part best-when Alan first
touched her. Just the feel of his hands on her body made
her somewhat light-headed, and she felt as if Alan was
taking possession of her. As he eased her panties down
Kate breath caught in her throat, and she looked up at
him with awe in her eyes.
"My, my, my. I see a little growth on the field," he said
apprising her now exposed pubis. "Do you think we should
do something about it right off the bat, or wait until
later?"
Kate's breathing increased, and she couldn't answer. She
knew that by not responding Alan would decide for her,
and she wanted that. Better to leave all decisions to
him; it was better for her that way, and it increased her
feelings of submission. Submitting to Alan was a big part
of the turn-on, she was coming to understand.
Alan returned with a towel and a sleep mask. He
blindfolded Kate and put the towel under her ass. He
cupped her mound with his hand and began to rub it
vigorously, and the short hairs on Kate's pussy began to
fall out where he touched her. His hands were all over
her body from the neck down. Everywhere he touched he
used the Seed to kill the hair follicles under her skin.
Soon he had finished her legs and underarms, and he
turned her over to complete the task. He also made her
more responsive, but only to his touch. He dipped his
fingers into her mouth, butt, and pussy, and then used
the Seed to implant within her a command to orgasm
whenever her came in any of her orifices.
He was about to remove the blindfold when he remembered
the purchase he had made at the sex shop. Opening his
armoire he pulled the brown paper bag from the top shelf.
He removed one of the three butt plugs from the bag and
went into the bathroom to get some Vaseline. Kate hadn't
moved an inch since he had gotten off the bed.
He could see that she was very aroused, moisture visible
on her labial lips. Her legs were spread in a V and her
butt was arched upwards, her tits mashed into the
mattress. "Are you ready for the surprise?" he asked, and
Kate whimpered in response. Alan sat next to her supine
form and placed the tip of his index finger against her
tight rosebud. Greased with Vaseline it almost slipped in
right away, but he held it steady, wanting to tease her.
"Do you know what a dildo is, slut?"
"Yes," she whispered in a little-girl tone of voice.
"Have you ever heard of a butt plug?" She hadn't, but she
could use her imagination. She just nodded.
"I have a butt plug for you, and it had some amazing
abilities, but I'll let you discover most of them on your
own. First things first. If you agree, I am going to
place the plug into you soon. You are not to remove
except under the following conditions. When you need to
go to the toilet you must first be sitting on the seat
before you take it out. You have one hour to put it back
in, so you can have it out for gym class and the shower
afterward. You must sleep with it every night, and in the
morning you can take it out before you shower to wash it.
If you break these rules you will suffer the
consequences, but I wont tell you what they are. I will
only insert the plug if you agree, and if you don't want
it, don't worry. The decision is solely in your hands.
I'm going to go downstairs now for five minutes to give
you time to think." He shut the door behind him and went
to the kitchen table, grabbing a soda on the way.
* * *
Kate's purse was in the kitchen, and he opened it and
took out her cell phone. Scrolling through the entries in
her cell phone's phone book he selected Chad's home
number and called him.
"Chad, Alan Marshall here," he began after Chad's mom had
called Kate's boyfriend to the phone, "I understand you
are mad at me because of Kate Van Devanter. I think we
should talk about it. I want to explain to you what is
going on between me and her."
"Look Alan, I'm not sure that's such a good idea. You
know me, I'm pretty laid back for a football jock, but
something about you, and especially the idea of you near
my girlfriend, pisses me off. We've always got along.
Remember last year when we were chem lab partners? We
never once got on each other's nerves, but something
about this is different."
"Yeah, Chad, I understand. But if you come over to my
house right now I'll make it so you understand about me
and Kate. See dude, I'm not trying to steal your
girlfriend. I'm just trying to help her with some things.
Come on over. I'll show you. She's here right now."
"She is?" Chad was angry. They had fought that morning
about her spending time with Alan, and here it was not
even lunchtime yet and she was already at his house! Chad
wasn't a particularly violent person, but his juices were
boiling at the thought of Alan Marshall and Kate alone
together. "I'll be right over." His voice had hardened,
but Alan foresaw no problems in keeping him under his
control using the power.
Chad lived only a few minutes away by car, five by Alan's
estimation, but he wasn't surprised to hear a knock on
the front door in less than three. As he opened up he
placed Chad in a kind of waking trance. Chad would
remember everything he was to see today, but he wouldn't
be allowed to make any movements or speak aloud, or even
tell anyone anything about what he was about to witness.
"Welcome. Kate's upstairs in my bedroom waiting for us.
Follow me."
* * *
Chad's eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw
Kate lying naked and facedown on Alan's bed, her eyes
covered. Alan led Chad to the desk, and had him sit
quietly in the chair. He put a finger up to his own
pursed lips and smiled at Chad, though even without
seeing this cue Chad would have been unable to make a
sound.
"So slut, the five minutes are up. Have you reached a
decision?" Actually, more than five minutes had elapsed
since Alan went downstairs, but a blinded Kate had no way
of knowing it. Each minute had seemed like an eternity to
her because she had come to her decision immediately. She
wanted the plug, and had known so even before Alan had
closed the door behind him. Her anticipation was killing
her, and the wait had seemed like forever. She lifted her
head off the bed and nodded.
"You may speak. Do you want the plug and the
responsibilities entailed with it?"
"Yes Alan. Please put your plug in my ass."
"Why, slut? Why should you have my special toy. Now you
must convince me."
"You know why," she whispered.
"That's not very convincing. You're on the debating team,
aren't you? Give me some reasons to bless you body with
my toy."
"I need it Alan. Please! I-I-I'm your slut. My b-b-body
belongs to you. All my pleasure is y-y-yours to give. I
need your toy in me. I am your toy-a toy for you to play
with. Please! Give your sex toy slut a toy for her ass. I
need it. PLEASE!" Her body was shaking as she degraded
herself verbally. Like all of the degradations she took
from Alan, having to beg for the butt plug was causing
her to become aroused.
Alan took the plug out of his pocket and rubbed it with
some Vaseline. He inserted it slowly, and Kate gasped at
the penetration. Just as he let go of it, it began to
vibrate. It wasn't a vibrating model, but Alan had
modified it with is power to animate it whenever her
wanted to. Quickly he increased the frequency of the
vibration, and Kate began to approach climax within a
minute of insertion. He reached under her to get at her
clit, sending a mental command for her to orgasm when he
touched it.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you for giving me your toy. I love it Alan, I love
when you play with me, when you touch my slutty body."
Alan turned her over and laid her down on her back. He
disrobed facing Chad so he could see his long cock.
Chad's eyes widened even farther upon seeing it, and he
was amazed at the power of Kate's orgasm, never before
seeing her in such ecstasy. Alan got between her legs and
drove his dick up her pussy in one fast stroke. Kate
began to moan uncontrollably as he fucked her, and Chad
couldn't take his eyes off of them, stunned by the sight
of her jerking body, and transfixed by the rings in her
nipples.
"Ohmigod, I'm coming again!" Kate screamed, and Alan
pulled out, placing the head of his penis against her
lips. She took the head into her mouth, sucking him in
and running her tongue around the shaft. Alan shot his
load into her mouth and throat, and Kate smacked her lips
in relish, savoring his taste. When he turned to look at
Chad he could see him staring at her pussy, astounded
that she was now hairless.
Alan got off the bed, and told Kate not to move. He
pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt, and then walked
Chad downstairs. "So Chad, do you understand why I need
to help Kate?"
He allowed Chad to speak. "Bastard! I don't understand
what the hell is going on, but I'm going to rip you a new
one right now."
"No you're not Chad. Listen to me. Kate needs me to fuck
her because you can't make her come. Get this straight:
you are no longer allowed to have sex with her. Only I
can touch her in that way." Chad nodded, not knowing why
he was agreeing to this. "You will continue to be her
boyfriend, but you will bring her to me when I want her.
You will tell no one of this arrangement. Now we're going
back upstairs. You will take off Kate's blindfold and
explain to her how things are going to be. Ready?"
Chad wanted to beat the shit out of Alan, but for some
reason he silently followed him back up the stairs,
seething. He walked over to Kate, admiring her body. She
looked so fucking hot. Those nipple rings were really
sexy, and the shaved pussy was a major turn on. He
couldn't believe what he was about to do.
"JESUS! Chad! What are you doing here?" She could see
Alan standing behind him, but her brain couldn't process
the situation. Her boyfriend had just caught her naked in
another person's bed, and he seemed carefree. She had no
idea that Chad was boiling beneath his calm exterior, and
was only composed because of Alan's power. Chad took her
hand in his and spoke.
"Uh, Kate, I'm not sure exactly what is going on, but
Alan and I have been talking."
"W-w-what have you been talking about?" She was
frightened beyond belief.
"Alan, uh, told me that you've been having trouble, well,
uh, orgasming, and he's been, uh, helping you. Is this
true?"
"Yes honey. Alan's been helping me with, eh, ah, that
problem." She began to cry softy
"So you've never had an orgasm with me?" he asked
resignedly.
"No," she sobbed, "Never."
"And you want to keep on fucking Alan?" he asked with a
hint of bitterness creeping into his tone.
"Yes," she sobbed harder, "Yes, I need him to touch me.
He makes come every time he touches me. He make me feel
so good. It's like a drug. I'm addicted to the orgasms,
and I can't give them up.
"OK, then," Chad replied. "Do you want to break up with
me? You don't have to, you know. Alan told me it was OK
with him if we kept dating, and I promise not to tell
anyone about the two of you, and nothing about your
nipples and shaving."
Kate gasped in relief. "No," she whispered, "I still want
to date you as long as I can have sex with Alan."
Chad leaned over to kiss her, but reared back when he
remembered he wasn't allowed to do that. "OK, babe. I
guess I'll call you tonight. Bye." He let himself out of
the room and left the house, thoughts of violence
bubbling In his brain, but knowing that he would never
get to act on them.
* * *
"What the fuck just happened?" Kate asked Alan, looking
up at him from the bed. The door had just closed behind
Chad, and she was more puzzled than she had ever been in
her life.
"You know, that Chad's such an understanding fellow. I
called him on the phone so we could iron out any problems
I was causing in your relationship. I merely explained to
him that you needed to be with me to orgasm, and he took
the news like a trooper."
"I, uh, I don't know what to say Alan."
"You could thank me." Alan was undressing as he answered
her, and she was spellbound by the vision of his naked
figure.
"Thank you," she mumbled as if in a stupor. "Ohmigod,
thankyou thankyou thankyou," she moaned as he pushed his
cock back into her spasming cunt. After fucking her hard
to two tremendous climaxes he reached down between them
and twisted the butt plug, and she began screeching, her
pussy walls clamping down on his invading shaft with
great pressure, her head tilted back against the bed, and
her eyes rolled up to the back of her skull. She passed
out.
* * *
Leila was in heaven, and she could tell by just looking
that Megan felt the same way. The double-ended dildo, an
eighteen-inch monster was completely buried between them.
She had nine inches and Megan had the same, and their
pussy lips were pressed together tightly. Megan's feet
were in her line of vision, and she reached for her
ankle, and brought her toes to her lips.
Megan gasped when Leila began sucking on her toes, and in
response she put her hand on Leila's ass and slowly began
working a saliva-soaked finger up her neighbor's butt. To
tell the truth, they were less neighbors than roommates.
Since that night a couple of weeks ago they had shared
Megan's bed every evening.
"Oh God!" Leila cried, "I'm Coming!" Her boy convulsed
and bucked, and she lightly bit down on Megan's big toe.
When she calmed down a bit she began to shift her hips
while holding the dildo tightly in her pussy. Megan's end
came out a few inches, and then Leila would slam it back
in hard. Megan soon had a shrieking orgasm of her own.
Alan was watching from the doorway, and his applause
distracted Leila as she weakly moved away from Megan,
freeing herself from her end of the dildo, but leaving
Megan's half fully embedded. He went to the bed,
stripping off his clothes along the way. Leila pulled
herself up on her knees and hugged him around his torso,
her tongue furiously licking at his nipples. Alan dropped
his arms and cupped her ass, getting a pleasant coo in
response. He could feel her rock-hard nipples pressed
into his stomach, and he brought his hands up to toy with
them.
"Miss me?" he asked her.
"Mmmm," she answered, her mouth too busy around his
nipples to give a response.
"What about you?" he said, addressing Megan.
"Always, lover," she purred as she slowly worked the
dildo in and out of her wet channel.
Alan broke away from Leila's attentions and laid down on
the bed. Leila immediately started to get to work on his
nipples again, but he turned her over and positioned her
over him, facing away. He lined up her rosebud over the
head of his cock and held her still. "Megan, I need you
to get my cock wet so I can take Leila's ass."
Megan turned over, pulled the dildo out of her hot pussy,
and crawled across the bed to lick up and down Alan's
cock, and soon he was pushing slowly into Leila ass.
Megan switched her attentions to Leila's pussy, driving
her tongue up Leila's cunt as far as she could, and
paying particular attention to her clit. She propped
herself up by placing her left palm flat on the
bedspread, and used the other the masturbate. Leila came
almost at once, her tight ass compressing and releasing
around its hot invader, and her frantic screams echoing
off the bedroom walls.
"So good. So FUCKING GOOD. Take me Alan. Use me. Use My
Hot Ass! Your cock feels sooooo big. Uh uh uh uh yes, so
good. Lick me, baby. Lick my wet cunt. Lick me. LICK ME!
So big in my ass, so big! Feels so good. Yes yes YES YES.
I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! COMING
COMING COMING! COMING!"
She was bouncing up and down like a rag doll, and when
she reached her peak she passed out. This was the second
person that day who lost consciousness while being fucked
by Alan, and it made him feel good about himself. As he
let go of Leila her body fell back against his, and he
gently rolled off of him and onto the bed. She curled up
and began to suck her thumb, just like after the first
time he had fucked her senseless.
Megan's whole body was trembling with desire, and both of
her hands were furiously working at her pussy, one
pinching her clit, and the other driving two fingers into
her cunt like the pistons on a steam engine. "Need some
help there, Megan?" Alan asked, and she groaned as she
pounced on him, rapidly straddling him and placing the
head of his dick against her hot and slimy petals.
She moaned even louder as she descended, his still hard
cock piercing the center of her being. As she vigorously
bounced up and down Alan grabbed her nipples and began
twisting them gently, one clockwise and the other
counterclockwise. Megan came energetically but never
slowed her pace, riding through another blistering and
mind-meltingly good climax.
Alan rolled over and fell to the side of him. He
positioned her on his hands and knees and jammed his cock
in her ass, pushing half his length in on the first
thrust. Megan yelped but instantly began to push her ass
back to him, eager for more his is dick in her tight
hole. She was panting loudly, and when Alan snaked an arm
around her hip and started to finger her clit she
orgasmed again, with much more intensity than she had in
the first two he had blessed her with. She lowered her
head to the blanket and arranged it so she could look
back at him.
He shot her a debonair smile, and she began to laugh, her
cackles frequently interrupted by gasps and groans, and
less frequently by full-blown mind-shattering orgasms.
Soon she could no longer laugh, the moaning constant.
When Alan came in her ass she had one of her biggest
climax yet, and her pussy actually spit juices, soaking
Alan's hand. Like Kate and Leila before her, Megan's eyes
rolled to the back of her head and she passed out. He
reached over and rubbed the moisture into Leila's face,
and she whimpered slightly through her sleep.
Alan chuckled and went into the bathroom to take a
shower. He was drenched in sweat.
* * *
It was getting dark out and he didn't want to be late for
his date with Pauline Van Devanter, but before he left
Megan's he had some business to attend to. Both of the
women were face down on the bed, their knees tucked under
and their asses in the air. First he worked the lubed
butt plug into Megan's ass, and then into Leila's. The
rules were slightly different for them. Like Kate,
neither could remove the plug, but they could remove the
others, as long as it was replaced before they went to
sleep.
Aside from that, the restrictions were similar. As he
left them he saw that neither had shifted body position,
but each had begun to twist and tug at the other's new
toy. As he was pulling his car out of his parking spot he
caused the plugs to start vibrating, and he could have
sworn he heard passionate screams come from the upstairs
bedroom. It was probably his imagination, he was too far
away and his car filtered out too much of the noise, but
up in the bedroom the women did in fact start screaming
at the erotic sensations.
Next Chapter: Deflowering Pauline
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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