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Archive name: alan12.txt (MF, mc)
Authors name: Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alan - Part 12

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Alan - 12 (MF, mc)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)

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Graduation (Summertime, and the Livin' is Easy)


At nine AM Alan threw the garment bag holding his cap and 
gown in the backseat of the car and headed to school. It 
was the day before graduation, and though there were no 
classes scheduled for the seniors, there was a 
commencement rehearsal at noon. He planned on spending 
the morning hanging out with friends and cleaning out of 
his locker a year's worth of detritus.

As he was going through his locker, making ample use of 
the large wastebaskets placed in the hall for the 
departing seniors, Alan chatted and hugged many of his 
friends. He probably wasn't going to see many of these 
people for years, perhaps not until his first high school 
reunion, five years away, though many of them he would 
see during breaks and vacations.

"Alan."

"Alan."

He turned and saw both Ms. Megan Kelly and Mrs. Kimberly 
Hall, approaching him from opposite directions. Kim spoke 
up first. "I, uh, need to see you in my office. Could you 
spare a little time?" 

Megan noticed the twinkle in the guidance counselor's 
eyes, but said nothing of it. "When you're done with Ms. 
Hall could you come by my classroom? I, ah," she 
improvised, "Need some help moving some things."

Alan shut the door behind him and Kim pressed her body 
hard against him, her bosom mashing into his chest as she 
kissed him forcefully. She pulled back, gasping. "I know 
I said that we weren't going to do this again after that 
time you were nice enough to, you know..."

"Fuck you up the ass?" Alan grinned at her, and she 
returned the smile.

She lost her train of thought; savoring the memory of the 
day Alan broke her anal cherry. "Mmmm, that was such a 
nice morning." Her eyes glazed over slightly and her body 
trembled against his. "I was wondering."

"What?" he asked, a hint of a smile forming on his lips.

"Well, since you're graduating and all, would you..." She 
trailed off again, and her body rubbed against him 
harder. He put his hands on top of her shoulders and 
pushed her back to arm's length.

He looked right into her eyes and he saw her need. "Say 
it," he muttered as he continued to stare into her.

"Please," she gasped, unable to break eye contact.

"'Please,' what?"

"F-fuck me," she whined, her body trembling so much that 
Alan had to grip her more tightly. "Please," she gasped, 
"I neeeed to be used."

Alan led her to the couch and sat down beside her, his 
hands stealing under her skirt; she wasn't wearing 
panties, and her pussy was shaved. She began purring as 
he rubbed her pussy lips, and to his surprise his hand 
came against a small metal ring which was fitted through 
the hood of her clitoris. "Hmmm, what's this, Mrs. Hall?" 
he asked her as he diddled with it. Kim's face flushed 
instantly and she looked away from him.

"M-my h-husband got that for me," she said sheepishly.

"He got it for you, or you got it for him?" he asked her 
back, an eyebrow arched.

"I, uh, he, uh, he took me to New York for some, uh, f-
fetish, uh, items, and we went into a shop that also did, 
uh, things like that." She barely rose above a whisper, 
and he had to strain to hear her tremulous voice. He 
slipped a finger into her and she gushed, her warm juices 
soaking his hand. She brought her fist up to her mouth 
and gasped, biting down on her index finger. The 
stimulation got her going, and she proceeded to tell the 
teenager about the things she and Mark, her husband, had 
been doing of late. 

The handcuffs he used to chain her to the headboard; the 
blindfold he covered her with during some of their 
hottest encounters; the spankings which excited her to no 
end; the gags, the sex toys; the times when he covered 
her body in oil and used her repeatedly; their thrice 
weekly shaving ritual; his forbidding her to wear 
panties; the sex in public places.

She became more and more animated as she went on, in part 
due to Alan's fingers, but mostly at the thrills she was 
reliving by recounting her experiences out loud for the 
first time. 

Her orgasm ended her stories; Alan wasn't sure if she was 
out of things to tell or merely wrecked by the climax. A 
drop of drool escaped the corner of her mouth and was 
slowly tracing a wet path to her jawbone. He lifted her 
summer dress by the hem, and she raised her arms over her 
head to allow him to get it off.

She was wearing a satin bra with lacy edging, the same 
light green her dress, and garters and hose to match. She 
noticed him admiring her lingerie, and informed him that 
Mark chose her outfit every morning now, both the 
underthings and the dress; she no longer wore pants. He 
reached behind her and unclipped her bra.

"Well, well, well," he chuckled softly, "Those look 
familiar." Two gold rings adorned her nipples, with gold 
beads in the center; nearly identical to the pair he had 
bought for Kate.

She smiled at him, and explained. "Mark and I went to 
three or four places before we found these. He couldn't 
understand why I was being so picky about them, but after 
seeing Kate's I knew I had to have a pair like them." She 
punctuated her remarks by pulling off his shirt and 
rubbing her erect nipples into his hard chest.

"A nice pair," he commented as he reached up to play with 
her rings. She began to purr again, and then slipped to 
the floor, kneeling in front of him.

"May I?" she asked, her hands approaching his zipper.

"May you what?" he replied, his eyes boring into her.

"May I suck your cock, sir?"

"By all means, slut." She giggled at being called a slut.

She pulled at his zipper with mounting excitement, and 
gasped when his raging erection came into her view. He 
lifted his butt off the couch, allowing her to pull his 
pants down to his ankles, and then she bent down to untie 
his shoes and take them and his socks off so she could 
slip his pants completely from him.

She kissed his feet as a sign of her submission. Alan 
liked that. "Lick them," he ordered, and she got to work. 
He reached down and pulled her up by her hair, and she 
buried her face in his crotch, inhaling deeply and 
reveling in his scent. He smelled so masculine, she 
thought giddily as her tongue made its way up and down 
the underside of his shaft, and around his balls.

She enjoyed pleasuring him this way, delighted at the 
sight of his penis rising to full mast and knowing that 
she was the reason why, but she really needed to take him 
in her mouth.

"May I suck your cock now?" she gasped, "Please Sir. I 
need to b-blow you." Her body was on fire, and she could 
feel the first tricklings of pussy juice slide down her 
inner thighs. He nodded and she took him into her mouth, 
groaning around the head of his cock as she did. She 
began to build up her rhythm, and in short order his cock 
was penetrating her throat. It took mere minutes for her 
to deep throat him all the way; her lips nestled in his 
pubic hair.

He was impressed. "Wow, I can't believe your taking me 
all the way. It took Kate weeks to suck me as deep as 
this," he thought.

She popped her mouth off of his knob and smiled up at 
him, "As my husband is always saying to me, 'Practice 
makes perfect.' This is nothing. He's almost as big as 
you, and a lot of the times my arms are bound behind me 
when I suck him off." She replaced her mouth on his 
enormous erection and resumed her sucking.

After five minutes she began to feel tired and confused. 
Recently she had been able to get her husband off in 
minutes. All of the aforementioned practice had made her 
into one outstanding cocksucker. She never minded getting 
Mark off quickly, secure in the knowledge that her well-
trained mouth could have him hard again in no time; but 
Alan was challenging her. She was giving him everything 
she had, and he seemed nowhere near climax.

It was both maddening and terrifying to her. "Sir? Am I 
doing something wrong?" He could see a tear forming in 
one of her eyes. She didn't know about his abilities; he 
reassured her, the he pulled her up and laid her down on 
the couch. Leaning over Alan took one of her ringed 
nipples between his teeth and bit down with moderate 
force; Kim heaved her body up at him, groin mashing into 
his, loving the sensations running through her breast, 
and feeling his hardness against her body.

Alan removed his mouth from her chest and settled between 
her legs. She watched raptly as he placed the head of his 
gigantic cock against her dripping pussy. Fluids were 
freely escaping from the entrance, and she arched her 
back to give him a better target.

"Yessssss!" she hissed as she felt him enter her. She 
began to grunt in time with his thrusts, and after an 
explosive orgasm she began to cry. "Thank you. Thank 
you," she sobbed. "It's SO good. UGH. I really needed 
this." Soon after she came again, her pussy clamping down 
on his shaft, her juices fountaining out around his 
invading cock.

He pulled her up and sat her down on his lap. Her head 
came down against his shoulder and she looked up at him.

"More?" he asked her jocularly.

"More," she whispered, dead serious. She ground her butt 
into his thighs, and rubbed her back against her 
erection. He cupped her ass cheeks in his palm and lifted 
her up so she was completely above it. She reached down 
and placed it against her own sopping pussy lips, but he 
stopped her.

"No, slut. Not this time," he commanded, and she 
understood instantly, shifting his cock back and her hips 
forward so that the head came to rest at her backdoor 
entrance.

She sank down on his shaft slowly, and when she fully 
enveloped her he placed his hands over her hips and held 
her still. Even though she had been taking her husband in 
her ass for many weeks, she was still startled at the 
sensation, and even more startled at how much she loved 
it. Here, now, in her school office, with an eighteen-
year-old boy buried to the hilt in her tightest passage, 
the feelings were indescribably good.

The taboo natures of the coupling (both the anal aspect 
and the student-teacher aspect) ramped up the eroticism 
to a degree she had never experienced. All of the 
pleasures she had experienced were because of that 
strange encounter with him lo those many weeks ago. He 
was like a jailer with a key, releasing her from a prison 
of dreary sex into a depraved world of kinkiness and 
desire.

Alan pulled her head back and twisted his so he could 
sink his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it 
frantically, lost in wave upon wave of forbidden pleasure 
as he began to lift and drop her clenching butt on his 
erection. Soon she took over her own movements, allowing 
him to move his hands to other parts of her body. He 
especially enjoyed playing with her new jewelry, and his 
hands on her clit were driving her up the wall. Her pussy 
leaked juice, and it was dripping back onto his cock, 
providing further lubrication.

Since her office had no windows and it being the middle 
of June it was quite warm, made warmer by the frenetic 
fucking within. The insulation for the soundproofing 
usually kept it cool inside, but the steaminess of the 
two lovers managed to raise the temperature to the point 
that both were drenched in sweat.

As Alan was about to come he jammed three fingers up 
Kim's soaked and spasming snatch, and placed his thumb on 
her pierced clit, mashing it against the fingers buried 
within her. She stiffened and let out a thunderous yell, 
her butt rippling around his squirting cock. She slid off 
of him and curled up into a ball on the carpet, unable to 
catch her breath for a few moments.

"Clean me off," he barked at her. Her butt had obviously 
been well trained. Alan was almost to the point of 
passing out himself from their fun and games. His chest 
was also heaving, and he was drenched in perspiration. 
Once she had licked him clean she looked up at him with 
worshipful eyes, awaiting permission to speak. He nodded 
at her.

"Are you staying in town this summer, Sir?"

* * *

As he made his way down the halls to Megan's classroom 
classmates constantly stopped him. He gave his friends as 
much time as he could spare, signing many yearbooks and 
posing for pictures. It was a quarter of eleven, and the 
commencement rehearsal started at noon, so he figured he 
had time to stop and chat a bit.

By the time he reached Ms. Kelly's classroom it was just 
past eleven. She was standing at the slightly ajar door 
watching him walk towards her, and when he was within 
reach she grabbed him a pulled him through, locking the 
door behind them.

"This is so sexy!" she exclaimed. "This is the last time 
we're gonna fuck in this room."

"Ah, it takes me back," he joked, smiling at her, and she 
cracked up.

"So, how was your 'meeting' with Kim Hall?" she smirked. 
She was delighted at his blushing in response. "I thought 
so," she giggled. "Hmm," she said thoughtfully, "I wonder 
if she's into girls."

"I don't know about her," Alan shot back, "But I do know 
that I'm into girls!" He held her at her hips and she 
leaned in and up to kiss him.

"I'm really going to miss this. Leila and I have been 
talking about it, and we've decided to spend more time in 
Manhattan next year. One weekend a month we're going to 
take a hotel room in the city and see some shows, go to 
some galleries, museums, perhaps a concert now and then 
at Lincoln Center."

"Oh? Is that all you're planning on doing?" he asked 
mischievously.

"Well, Leila is a big Mets fan, so we'll probably take in 
a game when we can," she teased as she rubbed her hands 
up and down the front of his pants, stimulating his 
growing bulge. He pulled sharply at her skirt, popping 
the snaps and throwing it to the floor; she gripped his 
package in response.

"Oh, there is a certain someone we know is about to move 
to New York, and if we can find the time we plan to ring 
him up."

"Hmm, anyone I know?" She sunk to her knees as she opened 
his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. His hard 
cock sprung out at her, and before she brought her mouth 
forward to take it in she tried, with as much discretion 
as she was able to manage, to wipe a stray drop of drool 
from her lips.

"Why as a matter of fact, you do," she said hoarsely as 
she brought her lips to the head of his cock.

It was a delightful blowjob for Alan; the jocularity of 
their give-and-take caused Megan's attentions to be very 
playful. Usually when she sucked him off there was a 
submissive quality about her. Though not nearly as 
submissive as his Slave Kate, Megan enjoyed the way Alan 
used her masterfully, and showed proper respect to his 
dominant position. After all, he was her teacher as much 
as she his; he had opened up a whole new library of 
pleasure to her, not only with their own encounters, but 
with Leila as well. Every night when she and her Asian 
girlfriend took to bed she thanked heaven for having Alan 
show her this whole new world.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was smiling, 
both with her mouth stretched around his dick and with 
her pretty green eyes, sparkling up at him. She was 
absolutely entrancing like this, and he became lost in 
her happiness. She truly loved doing this for him, and it 
showed both by the look on her face and the effort she 
was putting into it with her much talented mouth.

He had planned on fucking her after a little mouth play, 
and he wanted her on her desk, just like the first time 
three and a half months ago, but her enthusiasm was 
infectious. He came in her mouth, not because he wanted 
to move on to the main event, far from it in fact. He was 
worried about running out of time though.

Megan smacked her lips. "Sit down for a second," she 
asked him as he began to maneuver her over the desk. "I 
need to ask you something." They went to the couch in the 
back of the room and sat. Megan had a faraway look in her 
eyes and said noting for the time being, and he allowed 
her, her pensive silence. He refrained even from touching 
her, not wanting to distract her; neither did he use his 
powers to read her mind. He often used this power, but 
less and less with people he was close with.

"Leila and I have been talking a lot recently. We've been 
discussing the future." There was a lump in her throat, 
and the words were coming with difficulty. "We're going 
to live together; she's giving up her lease and moving in 
with me."

"Great!" he enthused, "I know you're going to make each 
other very happy."

She smiled and continued, "We have a favor to ask. It so 
weird. You've already done so much for me--for the both 
of us, I mean."

"You seem very nervous, and that's unlike you," he said 
as he stroked her cheek. "Ask me. I might say yes, I 
might say no, but you seem like you're gonna explode if 
you don't ask."

She exhaled sharply before going on. "I guess it all 
started last weekend. Leila just found out that she had 
gotten in to medical school."

"Really? That's great. Where?"

"Right here. I mean, in Valhalla, at the hospital where 
she works. She'd applied last year, and was on the 
waiting list, and she just got the letter on Saturday. 
And because of that great change coming to her life we 
got to talking, and after hours and hours of it we 
decided that I was going to quit my job and have a baby."

"Uh, and is that where I come in?"

"We went over this a hundred times. We thought about an 
Asian father, so the baby would be half and half, but we 
decided in the end to ask you first. Hell, if you are OK 
with it maybe Leila could get pregnant later." She 
giggled.

"Look," she went on, somewhat nervously, "We're not 
asking you to make a lifelong commitment here. The two of 
us could raise it by ourselves, and we would tell him or 
her only what you would want us to tell." Her anxiety was 
beginning to get the best of her, and she was nearing a 
breakdown.

Alan leaned to her and pulled her close, kissing her 
cheek and ear. She threw her arms around him and began to 
weep quietly. He ran his hands over her body, smoothing 
her clothes, calming her. 

She looked up at him teary-eyed, "So?" she sniffled.

His mouth was right up against her ear, yet his voice was 
so soft she had to strain to hear him. "I would be 
honored," he whispered.

"What does that mean?" she sniffed. "Is that a yes or a 
no?"

"Yes," he whispered, as he licked her ear again, 
eliciting a lovely groan from the red head. She was so 
happy she began crying again, almost shattered in her 
relief. He held her tight for a few more minutes, and 
Megan began to calm.

"When do you want to do this?"

"Today. I'm ovulating," she looked up at him with eyes 
hopeful and slightly moist.

He checked his watch. "I have to be at rehearsal soon. 
I'll tell you what, we'll do it once now, and then we'll 
go back to your place and fuck again."

Megan lit up like a Christmas tree, and then sunk to her 
knees and bared his cock for another round of sucking. 
She took him into her hot mouth, and glued her eyes to 
his. She really was extraordinarily sexy, he thought as 
she sucked him, losing himself in the beauty of her 
shimmering green eyes.

Fully erect, he pulled her up and laid her on the couch. 
She groaned at his penetration, her eyes still locked to 
his. The overwhelming surge of happiness she felt was not 
because of Alan's power; she was thrilled at the prospect 
of motherhood, and supremely content that her baby would 
be his.

As her orgasm approached she grabbed him around the neck 
and pulled him into a kiss, her moans echoing in his 
mouth. She spasmed upon feeling his seed spilling into 
her; she knew. She knew she was pregnant. Alan collapsed 
over her, his weight pressing down on her, and she held 
him to her body tightly, whispering thankful babblings to 
him.

As he rose she blew him a kiss, but when he tried to help 
her up she demurred, wanting to remain in place so his 
swimmers could make their way to her ovum. She was 
covered in sweat, and in the dim light of the room (the 
shades were, of course, drawn down) she shined. Alan 
dressed for the commencement rehearsal, coming back to 
the couch and leaning over her to kiss her before he 
left. As he shut the door behind him as he stepped into 
the hall he realized that he and Megan had exchanged nary 
a word since she took him in her mouth. They had 
communicated solely with their eyes.

* * *

The run through of the ceremony went smoothly, and before 
he knew it he was in his car headed over to Megan's--now 
Leila and Megan's--house. Megan had surprised him, 
showing up at the rehearsal midway through and taking her 
place among the faculty. The looks she shot him were 
anything but discrete, but nobody had noticed, so no 
harm, no foul. Anyway, tomorrow was her last day, so she 
could be as bold as she pleased, he reasoned.

Entering the house he was grabbed by Leila. Megan had 
called her from school, and she had taken the afternoon 
off to be with them. She shoved her tongue down his 
throat and tasted him ravenously. Alan expected further 
attack, but instead she broke away, and taking him by the 
hand led him to the bedroom.

Megan was on the bed, wearing a pink frilly nightgown, a 
short one which barely reached mid-thigh. Leila slowly 
undressed him, but when Alan reached down to unzip her 
skirt she stopped him.

"This is about Megan, not me."

After she had removed all of his clothes she crawled 
across the bed to her lover and pulled the nightgown off. 
She sat Megan up and got in behind her. Alan got on the 
bed and moved in between Megan's legs, which were in 
between Leila's legs. Slowly, very slowly, he penetrated 
Megan's womanhood. Megan moaned; Leila sighed, her eyes 
sparkling up at Alan.

"Do it, Alan. Fuck her. Make us a baby. Put our baby into 
her." Over and over, as if a mantra. Periodically Leila 
leaned forward to kiss him, exploring his mouth with her 
tongue hungrily, then starting again on her chanting.

Megan seized up in orgasm, her body giving a great heave 
towards Alan, and he again loosed his seed into her 
fertile womb. Leila placed a pillow under Megan's ass and 
snuggled up next to her.

"Sorry I can't stay," Alan said from the doorway, fully 
dressed. "My parents are taking me out to dinner in honor 
of my graduating," he explained.

Leila walked him to the door. "I'm taking the day off to 
come to graduation," she told him after a long and 
passionate kiss.

* * *

Alan and his classmates sat on the stage. Dr. 
Worthington, the principal, called each student forward 
one at a time to confer their diplomas. Alan also 
received an award for special school service for his 
excellent stewardship of the school newspaper. He saw his 
parents beaming from the field.

He would miss high school, he decided. It was a pretty 
good run, better of late since he had received the Seed 
of Hyrcanus. He milled around the grounds afterward, 
talking to friends and faculty; he was most pleased when 
he bumped into Geoff Sherman and his bully buddies, and 
tickled when Geoff's dad tried to rope his son into 
posing for a picture with him. Geoff blanched and mumbled 
an excuse, and Alan moved on, noting that Walker Jackson 
still limped from their encounter in the bowling alley 
parking lot.

In high school Alan was something of an important person. 
He hadn't really thought of himself like that until he 
was called up for his award. In college he would just be 
another freshman in a much larger pool of students, not a 
senior or a student leader. It was a slightly melancholy 
transition, he mused.

Next Chapter: Flashback to prom night. More summer fun.

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