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Story title : Alan - Part 8
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Alan - 8 (MF, mc, 1st)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
Deflowering Pauline
***
"So," Alan asked, "What do you want to do?" He and
Pauline were in his car. He hadn't yet started the
engine, so they were still in the Van Devanter's
driveway. Usually when Alan took a girl out he came with
a plan, either a movie or some activity, but his recent
adventures had left him little time to prepare.
"Oh, I don't know," Pauline began, "There really aren't
any good movies out now, and I feel like doing more than
just sitting around at a coffee shop and talking. Hey,
how do you feel about bowling?"
"I haven't been bowling in years. I think the last time
was at Tim Elroy's twelfth birthday party. Sure, that
sounds cool." Alan started the car and pulled out.
"So," Pauline asked, "Have you heard about my sister?"
Alan put up his guard, wondering if Pauline knew anything
about him and Kate. "She got the letter today. She got
into Barnard. The two of you will be going to college
together. Maybe she'll start being less rude to you."
When they reached the bowling alley Alan jumped out of
the car and went around to open the door to help Pauline
out. He leaned down to take her hand, and as she came out
of the car their faces were at the same level, an unusual
occurrence since Alan was an inch shy of six feet, and
Pauline was barley two inches over five feet. Pauline
leaned into him, her lips pressing against his, and Alan
was a bit taken aback because he hadn't used any mental
commands on her, and in effect this was a first date.
Even though they had gone out briefly last year Alan knew
that Pauline didn't kiss on the first date, and he also
knew she was a virgin, so he had figured he would have to
rely on his mental powers to warm her up. They kept
kissing as Pauline emerged from the car, and continued
even as he managed to close the door behind her. Alan had
to bend his knees a bit in order to keep in contact, and
Pauline had wrapped her arms around him, her hands
rubbing up and down his back. The were startled out of
their reverie by the blast of a car horn, and a the yell
from the car's driver, "Hey you two, get a room!"
Pauline backed away from him slowly, her face burning
with embarrassment. As she and Alan walked to the
entrance of the bowling alley she ran her hands over her
hair, neatening it.
* * *
Kate was in her bedroom when the phone rang; it was Chad.
She had no idea what to say to him, but he spoke first.
"Uh, how long has this thing between you and Alan been
going on?" Kate didn't know if she would be able to
answer. She had tried talking about her "relationship"
with Alan to others before, but for some reason she found
herself unable. She didn't know that Alan had altered her
mental commands so that she could talk to Chad. After
pausing for a minute to form her answer she was surprised
that she was able to get the whole story out.
She told him about that first day in the newspaper office
at school, how he fucked her and took her in the ass,
breaking her anal cherry. She told him about the first
time Alan had shaved her pussy, and the visits to the
mall, to Dirty Dan's Piercing Parlor, and how when Dan
had pierced her second nipple she had had an orgasm. She
told him everything. As she was nearing the end of her
narration she heard Chad grunting on the other end of the
line, and she knew that he had come, and she could almost
picture him stroking his cock, but for that the picture
in her head was not Chad. It was Alan.
* * *
Alan was having a blast. Bowling strikes was easy if you
had the power of the Seed and were telekinetic. "I can't
believe how well I'm doing!" he said to his date as he
bowled his fifth strike in a row. "I've never broken a
hundred before." Pauline smiled at him as she sipped her
Coke through the straw. "One day soon those pretty pink
lips will be wrapped around something bigger," he thought
to himself.
By the time he was bowling his tenth frame a large crowd
had formed around his lane, cheering him on as he
approached perfection. The bowling alley manager was
standing at the rear, camera at the ready to take Alan's
photo for the "Wall of Fame." As all ten pins fell
competing the 300 game the crowd began cheering, and
Pauline gave him a hearty hug. The manager told him that
he always sent the photos of the 300-gamers to the local
paper, and they often published them.
"That was great, Pauline." They were walking back to his
car, his arm around her shoulder, and hers around waist.
"Hey jerkoff!" someone yelled from behind them. Alan
turned and saw a half-full beer can flying at them, too
late for him to do anything about it because he would not
use his telekinetic powers in public so conspicuously. As
the beer can bounced off his forehead and landed on
Pauline he saw that there were four guys stalking them,
including his "friend" Geoff Sherman. He handed Pauline
his car keys, and instead of speaking to her he just
mentally commanded her to run to his car, get in and lock
the doors, it was faster this way, he reasoned to
himself. He stood between the retreating Pauline, who was
dripping with beer, and their pursuers.
Why the hell was Geoff trying anything with him? He
scanned his mind and read that Geoff thought he could
stand up to him if the odds were four to one in his
favor. As they neared him Alan was able to identify the
other members of the mob. All were teammates of Geoff's:
Matt Castro, Philip Herzog, and Walker Jackson, and all
four of them had at least thirty pounds and three inches
on Alan. He wasn't worried.
"Geoff, what the fuck is going on?" He could see the
apprehension in Geoff's look, and noticed that of the
four he was at the back of the pack.
"Shut your fucking mouth, loser!" Phil screamed as he
charged at Alan. Alan took a half a step to the right as
Phil attempted to tackle him, and they came in contact,
though his side step distracted Phil, and he was unable
to get his arms completely around Alan. Alan stiff-armed
him, and he was pushed away by Alan's outstretched hand.
Phil was crouched in tackling position, lowering his
center of gravity like Coach Tompkins had taught him in
football practice, and his eyes were squarely focused on
Alan's torso, so he didn't see the fist hurtling towards
his chin as he charged again.
Alan's punch landed straight on his chin. The force of
the blow was so great the Phil's feet left the ground and
he flew about a yard and a half back, landing flat on his
back, groaning and nearly knocked out. Matt and Walker
then charged him, fists flying, and Alan ducked and
weaved to avoid the blows. He hit Matt, the biggest of
the quartet, about six and a half feet tall, and almost
two hundred fifty pounds, all muscle, right in the gut,
and Matt crumpled to the asphalt, doubled over in pain,
and the wind knocked out of him.
Now it was Geoff and Walker, and as the latter approached
for another pass Alan raised his right leg and brought
his foot down directly on Walker's knee, gratified by the
crunching sound of sinew and bone coming apart.
"Please," Geoff had ceased his approach, and was almost
dumbstruck at the scene before him. "Please." He was
rooted in place, unable to do anything but to beg.
"Please." Alan saw a tear form at the corner of his eye.
As Alan approached him Geoff began to back away, but Alan
told him to get on his knees. "Please don't hurt me.
Please."
"Down, NOW! On your knees!" He screamed at Geoff, and the
bully complied. "Do you want me to break you right arm or
your left arm, asshole?" Tears of terror were streaming
down Geoff's face, and he was breathing labouredly. Geoff
was right handed, and he was so afraid at this point that
he wasn't thinking straight. Instead of thinking of a way
out of his situation he was trying to decide which arm he
wanted broken. He held up his left arm as if to shield
himself, but also to offer it up as the arm to be broken.
Alan grabbed it with both of his hands and gave it a
mighty squeeze, but before it was even close to breaking
he released it, and shoved Geoff over so he was prone.
"I'm not a fucking bully. I don't break people's arms for
kicks. Assholes like you think it's fun to hurt people,
and you're all going to hell for it."
He could see that Geoff was weeping freely, and that his
body was in mild convulsions of fear. As he turned his
back on them he called over his shoulder to Geoff, "Make
sure you clean up this trash," gesturing to his three
friends laying on the surface of the parking lot, "I
don't want to get a summons for littering." As he reached
his car he turned and looked and saw that Geoff was in
the midst of helping his friends to their feet.
Pauline unlocked the doors as he approached, and he could
see that she was trembling in fear, but a little goggle-
eyed at what she just witnessed. He got in the car, and
Pauline threw herself at him, burying her face in her
chest, crying softly. He tilted her head up and kissed
her on the mouth, her tongue slipping between his lips,
her breathing ragged. He eased her off of him and started
the car, pulling out of the lot and into traffic. Pauline
was silent during the drive back to Alan's house, still
dealing with the lingering fright within her.
* * *
Once inside the house he poured her a soft drink and
brought it to her at the couch. Pauline was at last able
to speak about the incident. "I can't believe those
jerks! Coming at you four on one! How did you fight them
off? I couldn't believe what I saw." Alan kissed her, and
then led her to the bathroom so she could clean herself
up, going to his bedroom to get her a shirt to wear
instead of the beer-soaked blouse she had on.
When she emerged barefoot a few minutes later she found
him in his room, the lights dimmed and reclining on his
bed. She curled up next to him and he flicked on the
television using the remote. The NCAA tournament was
under way, and they watched an early-round game in
silence. Pauline wove her fingers through his, and for
the first time since leaving the bowling alley she felt
safe. Soon they were necking, their mouths exploring each
other hungrily.
She knew that Alan's parents were going to be out for a
while; they were in New York, at his dad's law firm's
annual banquet, and she was considering how far she would
let their fooling around go. When Alan hands began to
slip "below the equator" she didn't protest, and she
loosed a small moan as he cupped her ass through her
denim jeans. And when he began to pull of her top, she
didn't object, but instead began to take his shirt off.
This was going farther than she had planned, but her
foremost thought was that she was happy that she had the
aforethought to have chosen a pretty bra that night as
she was getting dressed for her date.
She was very close to stopping him when he began to
unfasten her bra, but she was feeling so good she said
nothing. Alan's kissing technique was so masterful, she
was as turned-on as she had ever been in her life. The
feel of her hardening nipples against his firm chest was
exquisite, and the feel of his hands as they roamed her
back was causing her to lose herself in the moment. She
felt his hands at her waistband, and he unbuttoned her
jeans and slowly lowered the zipper, and she lifted her
ass up an inch off the mattress to let him pull down her
pants. Once they were off he tossed them over the side of
the bed and put his hands on her again.
His touch was driving her arousal to never before seen
heights, and she blushed, not only face but her whole
body reddening, a tingling sensation spreading throughout
her. She clawed at his waistband, yanking open his belt,
and then opening his pants, frantic to get them off. She
still wasn't sure if she was going to go "all the way,"
but since he took off her shirt, and then she his, and
then he took of her jeans, she thought it was only right
that she take off his chinos. As Alan began to run his
hands all over her, over her naked chest and over her
panty-covered behind, she began to moan rhythmically, her
tongue vibrating in his mouth.
Alan laid her back on the bed face up, his body over hers
as he licked and kissed her. He started around her neck,
and then moving to her chest. "Yesssss," she hissed as he
took one of her pink nipples between his lips and began
to suck on it. After giving the other nipple the same
treatment he moved further down; she giggled softly as he
licked around her navel before sticking his tongue into
it. Her entire body was covered with goose pimples, and
she was shivering with arousal.
She froze when she felt his hands on her hips, his
fingers under the elastic waistband of her pale pink
panties. He looked up at her, right into her eyes and
paused, wordlessly asking for permission to remove them.
Pauline knew this was going too far, but she was more
sexually stimulated than she had ever been before.
"Take them off, Alan. Take down my panties," she told
him, her voice weighted with equal parts excitement and
worry. Alan slowly pulled them down, his hands caressing
her thighs and legs as he eased them off. Pauline's
breath caught in her throat, partly from the sensuousness
of Alan's hands on her legs, and partly from her anxiety.
No boy had ever seen this much of her, and confusing
thoughts were running through her mind. She had always
though she would be older than sixteen when she
surrendered her virginity to a man, and that part of her
mind wanted to stop this right now. However, whenever she
did fantasize about her first intercourse it was Alan who
was sharing her bed. In many ways what was happening in
his bedroom was her dream come true.
She had had a crush on Alan since her first day of high
school, when she saw him walking down the hall with his
friends. She really hadn't seen very much of him since
the year before because she had one more year of junior
high after he had started at Truman, and she had been
surprised at how grown-up he had become in that year,
losing his baby face and becoming much taller.
It was because of this crush that she joined the
newspaper, and she waited almost three years for him to
finally ask her out, despite the numerous hints she had
dropped over the years. It was only because of Kate's
meddling that their previous relationship dissolved, and
now in a way she was getting a second chance to be with
him. "If Kate hadn't interfered last fall maybe Alan
would've taken my virginity then," Pauline thought, the
idea warming her. At this point she knew that she wasn't
going home a virgin that night.
The feel of Alan's tongue on her vagina snapped her out
her daydreams. The touch was electric, and she began to
mutter his name over and over again, "Alan, Alan, Oh!
What are you doing? Oh, that feels soo-ooo-oo goooo-ooo-
oo-ooo-od." She was shuddering so hard it sort of sounded
like she was trying to speak through a particularly bad
case of hiccups.
Alan licked the surface of her pussy, the tip of his nose
gently pressing into her clitoris. Slowly he worked a
finger into her, quickly feeling her intact hymen and
putting a small amount of pressure against it. Pauline
gasped at the pain of the stretching of the thin
membrane, and Alan relented, causing her to sigh in
relief.
Putting his mouth back on her he plunged his soft tongue
into her, his face rubbing against the sparse hair which
covered her sex, and she panted at the sensations.
Running his tongue up and down her wet opening he began
to gently tease her clitoris with the pad of his finger,
and after a short while Pauline seized up in orgasm,
loosing a scream, tears running from her eyes. "Alan,
Alan, Alan! I'm have-have-having an, oooooh Alan!
Coming!"
It was not the first orgasm she had ever had, but it was
the first she had received by the attentions of another,
and its quick onset, strength, and duration astonished
her. She realized that she was raising her butt was up
off the surface of the bed and pressing her groin into
Alan's face. Wiping the tears off her face with her hands
she looked up at him, and smiled.
As he crawled up her body he shed his shorts, and was
naked by the time he managed to kiss her. Closing her
eyes she reveled at the feel of his kisses, and began to
purr softly. Her eyes popped open when she felt the hard
shaft pressed against her side, and reached down to grasp
it. She had never seen a penis in person and was
surprised by the size of Alan's dick, and the warmth it
gave off. Slowly she began to stroke it, pleased that
Alan began to moan softly in response, pleased by her
ability to gratify him.
Alan propped himself up on one hand and got between her
legs, holding her knees to widen them. "Alan, do you have
a condom?" Alan used the Seed to convince her that they
didn't need one. He wasn't worried about impregnating
her; the Seed could take care of that for him. Slowly he
pressed the head of his cock against the petals of her
excited pussy. "Please Alan, be gentle to me. It's my uh
first time." She was a little ashamed that this was her
first time, not knowing if her inexperience would lessen
Alan's pleasure from the act they were about commit.
Alan leaned over her and kissed her. "Don't worry
Pauline, I know I'm you're first. We'll do this slowly.
Tell me at once if anything doesn't feel right and I'll
stop." Pauline was so overcome with emotion at his
response that she lifted her head off the pillow and gave
him a hard passionate kiss, a signal to continue her
deflowerment.
"You're so big. I don't know if you will be able to get
it all in," she whispered, worried that her short frame
wouldn't be able to take all of him, wouldn't be able to
please him.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you," Alan whispered
back, as he wiped a stray tear from under her eye. He
pushed in slowly, the head of his penis resting against
the thin membrane of her hymen. "This is going to hurt a
little when I push through. Are you sure you want to keep
going?"
Pauline could feel the heat coming off his penis as it
rested on her maidenhead, and she couldn't think clearly
enough to speak, so she nodded, her eyes aglow as they
met his.
"Oh!" she squeaked as he pushed through her virginity.
The pain was brief but sharp, and she could feel her
heart beat accelerate, realizing her forehead was bathed
in sweat. "That-that hurt, ugh." Alan kept still as she
gathered herself. "Keep going. I want more of you in me."
She moaned as Alan slid a few more inches into her, and
when he began to pull out and push in with a very slow
rhythm she started to pant. "Oh! That feels nice.
Ummmmmmm, very nice, very nice, very nice, very nice."
Alan had buried almost two-thirds of his cock in her and
he gradually increased his rhythm, quickening and slowing
down based on Pauline's facial expressions. It seemed to
him that she preferred a slower pace, and he accommodated
her, gently sawing in an out. Her legs came around his
body, and he lowered himself on top of her, supporting
himself with his arms, and tilting his head forward so
they could kiss.
Her panting increased in frequency and volume, and Alan
knew she was nearing orgasm; within a minute she came,
and Alan ceased his attack. Pushing himself up he looked
between them and saw that he had all nine inches in her,
and he could see a small trickle of virginal blood
escaping from her vagina at the point where he ended and
she began. He withdrew and laid beside her holding her
close. Pauline looked down at his cock and saw that he
was still hard.
She was somewhat confused by this as she assumed that he
came when she did. She thought that men always came when
women did, and after that they went soft, able to perform
again after a good night's sleep. She realized she had a
great deal to learn about sex, and was hesitant about
asking Alan if he had orgasmed, worried that if he hadn't
it must have been something she had done wrong.
After a few minutes of cuddling she couldn't quell her
curiosity, and asked. "Did you have, you know, an
orgasm?" Alan drew her even closer and told her he
hadn't, but not because of her. What Alan didn't say was
that he could hold out as long as he wanted because of
the seed, nor did he tell her he had been monitoring her
anxieties, and that he wanted to calm her fears.
They laid together for a while, caressing each other's
sweaty bodies and watching more of the basketball game.
Soon both of them became amorous again, and Pauline was
moaning as Alan had started to lick and suckle at her
nipples. When he drew back from her she opened her eyes
and saw that he was holding his penis upright in his
hand, the head pointed towards the ceiling. "Want to go
for a ride?" he asked her, a crooked grin on his face.
Not really knowing what to do Pauline straddled his body,
and placed her pussy lips against the head of his cock.
Alan held her by her hips as she sunk down on him,
completely enveloping his erection inside her moist
vagina. When he was buried to the hilt her knees had
reached the bed, and she began to bounce up and down,
slowly, as she was discovering she liked. "This is
great!" she thought to herself. His penis felt wonderful,
so warm and filling, scratching an itch she didn't know
she had before this night, and the job he was doing on
her nipples with his gentle fingers was fantastic.
In this position she could control the pace, and she
loved it when Alan sometimes lifted his hips off the bed
to meet her at the end of her down stroke. She gave a
mellow grunt every time he did this, excited by the feel
of the power of the strokes.
Sweat was pouring off of her, and she could see that Alan
was also becoming quite soggy. When she orgasmed, her
cries echoing off the walls of his bedroom, her body
shook so hard she was worried that not only would she
fall off his erection but off the bed as well, Alan
grabbed her by the shoulders and bent her over to kiss
her, spraying his ejaculate in her spasming channel, and
when she felt the splashes of come in her she came again,
courtesy of Alan's power. Alan, his slowly softening
erection still lodged inside Pauline, pulled a comforter
over the two of them, and she rested her head on his
shoulder.
It was still relatively early, not yet 10pm; Pauline
didn't need to be home before midnight, her vacation
curfew. After a short hour's nap Pauline awoke and moved
quietly into the bathroom. During their rest Alan's
erection had totally deflated and slipped out of her, and
he didn't stir at all when she had risen. Pauline Van
Devanter looked at herself in Alan's bathroom mirror
trying to see if she could notice a change in herself.
"I'm a woman now," she thought to herself, and that
thought brought a smile to her lips.
* * *
When she returned from the bathroom she was slightly
startled to see that Alan was awake, and a brief panic
overtook her; she was naked and Alan could see all of
her. Immediately realizing that she was being silly,
after all they had just had sex and he had seen her naked
the whole time of it, she giggled and jumped back into
bed. There was a west coast game on the TV, and they
watched for a little while, Pauline settling comfortably
in Alan's warm arms. When the game ended shortly after
eleven, they dressed and went downstairs. They had a deep
conversation while watching the game, and Pauline was
relieved that Alan considered them a couple. "So, are we
back together?" he had asked, and Pauline answered him by
getting in top of him and kissing him. "I'll take that as
a 'yes,'" he chuckled when she released him.
During the short drive back to the Van Devanter house
Pauline dozed off, and didn't wake up until after Alan
had opened the passenger-side door and unbuckled her
seatbelt. He helped her out of the car and they walked up
to the house. As they were kissing on the porch the porch
light came on and Mr. Van Devanter opened the front door.
He was embarrassed at catching them, though they quickly
broke apart at hearing him. "Well, well, well, if it
isn't my little girl and Alan Marshall."
He wasn't mad at Alan, or anything. Teenagers kissed, and
if there was any boy he didn't mind kissing his baby
daughter it was Alan. He invited them inside, insisting
that Alan stay for a mug of cocoa, and Alan politely
accepted.
Pauline's mom greeted him warmly as they saw the two
enter, and asked about their date. "Oh mom, we had a
great time. We went bowling and Alan had a perfect game.
His picture's going to be in the newspaper! Then we went
back to Alan's and watched some basketball on TV." Mrs.
Van Devanter was making the cocoa as Pauline recounted
her date, and Alan was glad that the excited girl didn't
mention the other things they had done that night, the
fight in the parking lot or the lovemaking. Kate came
down the stairs and entered the kitchen. She was happy to
see Alan, and it showed.
"Hey Alan, it looks like we'll be in school together next
year."
"Yeah, Kate, I heard from Pauline."
"I just think this is wonderful," Mrs. Van Devanter
interjected, "You and Kate will be able to ride the
Metro-North trains together when you come home. And it's
a load off my mind that she wont be all alone in the big
city!"
Pauline walked Alan to the front door and they started
kissing again on the porch. In the kitchen Mr. Van
Devanter was telling his wife, in hushed tones, that he
had caught them at it before, and it pleased her to know
that Pauline had gotten involved with such a fine young
man. She was sure that a nice guy like Alan would never
press sex on her daughter, or any young lady for that
matter.
* * *
Alan started his car and pulled around the corner. He
parked and cut the engine; pulling his cell phone out of
his jacket pocket, he keyed in Kate's number as he walked
back towards her house.
"Hello."
"I'm coming back to the house. I've parked around the
corner. Open the backdoor and wait for me there." He
clicked off.
* * *
Kate was so excited she was almost hyperventilating as
she made her way to the rear of the house. Alan was
standing right outside the back door, and she quickly and
quietly led him up the back stairs and to her room.
Kate's room was at the end of the long hall, the farthest
away from her mom and dad's master suite. Between them
was Calvin's room, then the guest room, then Pauline's.
She was sure that no one would be able to hear them when
they got down to business. She didn't know that Alan had
the power to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed.
"Suck my cock, slut," Alan commanded her once the door
shut behind them, and as she fell to her knees she began
to peel off her clothes. She crawled to him on her hands
and knees, not because he had commanded her to do so
(even mentally), but because the act made her feel
degraded, and that aroused her. By the time she crouched
before him, his pants were off and his proud erection was
sticking straight out. Kate worshipped it with her mouth,
first kissing and then licking it all around before
taking it into her mouth.
Alan used the Seed to relax the muscles of her throat and
lower her gag reflex, and Kate was surprised to see she
was taking him all the way in. His pubic hair tickled her
nose, and even that turned her on. "Taste anything
different, slut?" he half-sneered at her. "I took
Pauline's cherry tonight. Can you taste her on me?" Kate
moaned around his shaft, and began pumping his cock into
her mouth even faster. "So, that's why Pauline seemed so
happy downstairs," she thought through the haze of her
arousal.
Alan moved over to her bed, and she crawled after him.
She took his dick back into her mouth and started to
deep-throat him again. She could feel his cock vibrating
and expanding in her throat, and just as she knew he was
about to come he reached across her body and yanked the
butt plug from her clutching rectum. As she came he shot
his load down her throat, and she came again, moaning and
humming around his shaft.
"The next time I fuck Pauline I'm coming to you right
after, while my dick is still wet with her juices. I'm
going to use her pussy juice as the lube when I fuck your
hot ass." Kate removed her mouth from Alan's cock and
just groaned in excitement. The very idea of it was so
sick, so perverse, but she could feel the juice running
out of her own pussy, so turned on was she at the thought
of what Alan had just said.
Alan flipped her over and put her on her hands and knees.
He reached under her and pawed at her dripping gash. "You
like that idea, don't you, slut?" Kate just whimpered in
response. "What now, slut? What do you want me to do to
you now?" More whimpers. "Do you want me to fuck you,
slut? Do you want my big cock in your tight slutty
pussy?"
Kate continued to whimper, tears of arousal dripping from
her eyes. She felt such a strong need to be fucked. If
Alan didn't sink his cock into to her soon she was sure
she was going to die. "Do you want my hard dick, my big
dick up your slutty ass? Well, slut, speak! Ask and you
shall receive."
"Pleeeeease Alan," she hissed, "Please fuck me. Use me. I
need it in me so bad. Please, please put your big dick in
me. Fuck your little slut. Fuck me please. I'm going to
die if you don't fuck me." She was panting in need, and
Alan sunk his cock into her red-hot pussy in one strong
stroke. As he hit bottom Kate had her first orgasm, her
body bouncing off the mattress. "Ohmigod! Yessssss! Fuck
your slut! Fuck your slut! Fuck your slut! I love it so
much, Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm coming again Alan. I'm coming on
you big cock while you fuck your slut. It's so good. Fuck
me, Master. Fuck me hard."
Her calling him "Master" amused him. He had never ordered
her to do that, neither verbally nor by mental command.
She really was a submissive. Alan pulled out of her cunt
and quickly penetrated her ass, and Kate had another
massive orgasm as he took her that way.
"Yesssssss! My ass, Master. Use my ass. Fuck it. Fuck,
fuck, fuck it. Use your slut's ass, Master. I love it!"
She exploded into another mammoth climax, and yet another
a half-minute later when Alan came in her ass. She lifted
herself off the bed and turned to embrace him. He sweat-
soaked body slid against his as she rested her head
against his chest.
"We're going to have a great time in college next year,"
he told her, and she looked into his eyes. "Yes, Master,
I know we are."
Next Chapter: A New Friend
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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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