Alan Ch. 08

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.

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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.

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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.

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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 another orgasm, her body bouncing off the mattress. "Ohmigod! Yessssss! Fuck your slut! Fuck your slut! Fuck your slut! I love it so much! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 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. Her 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."

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