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Subject: {ASSM} Alan, chapter 8: Deflowering Pauline
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"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 had
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 hr 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 awhile,
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 t 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! 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.  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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