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Subject: {ASSM} Alan 5b/? (mc, mf, ff, piercing)
Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 21:10:06 -0500
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Megan and Leila were relaxing in front of the TV, waiting for "Sex in
the City "to start when Alan knocked.  Megan kissed him on the cheek
as she led him to the living room, delighted at the surprise.  Alan
didn't initiate anything right away, letting Leila and Megan enjoy the
show.  After it ended Alan offered to drive over to D'Agostino's to
buy some pints of ice cream, and the girls agreed, telling him what
flavors they liked.  As he was leaving he made some mental changes to
both of them.

"Great episode, huh?" Megan offered, draining the last few drops from
her wine glass.

"Yeah.  I wish my sex life was a good as theirs, maybe even as good as
yours.  Your hands were all over Alan while we were watching, it was
turning me on just looking at the two of you.  He really must be a
stallion in the sack."

Megan tried to change the subject.  "Hey Leila, which character do you
think you're most like in the show?"

"Oh, I don't know.  Probably Carrie.  I'm not a romantic like
Charlotte, and I don't sleep around nearly as much as Samantha, and
I'm definitely not a cynic like Miranda.  Carrie seems like the happy
middle among the other three." Leila paused.  "But you're changing the
subject.  Is he a demon in bed? Come on, you can tell me."

Megan was worried that Alan could be back at any minute, and didn't
want him catching them in this kind of conversation.  She wouldn't
mind talking about it another time. "Uh, hey, I've got a good one.  If
you were a man, which character would you like to sleep with?" she
improvised.

"Don't want to talk about it anymore? OK, I'll humor you." She thought
for a second.  "Charlotte, because she had the least experience, so if
I did a mediocre job in bed she might not realize it.  You?"

Megan hadn't thought about it, so she agreed with her friend, citing
the same reason.

It was Leila's turn to ask and she dropped a bombshell.  "Which
character would you sleep with, Megan?"

Megan was shocked, and refused an answer.  Leila approached her,
sitting next to her on the couch.  "If you wont answer, then the topic
has to be Alan."  Megan shook her head, but Leila was having none of
it.  "What does he do for you?  Does he lick you out? Does he fuck you
hard?"

Megan refused to speak.  This enraged Leila, and she grabbed Megan,
pushing her back into the cushions of the couch, pinning her down so
she couldn't escape.  "Not talking, eh?" she half-sneered at Megan. 
She rammed her hand under Megan's skirt and slipped her fingers under
her panties.  Alan had set it up so that Leila would be the aggressor,
and Megan would be a Kate-like submissive.  Leila's fingers explored
under Megan's panties, and she couldn't do anything about it, being
pinned to the couch.  Beads of sweat were forming on Megan's forehead
as she fruitlessly tried to struggle out of Leila's strong grip.

"Does he touch you here?" Leila demanded as she put her fingers
against Megan's slit.

"Yes," Megan whispered back, so ashamed she hoped she could just die.

"Does he rub you like this?" Leila asked, drawing her fingers up and
down Megan's labia.

"Yes," Megan whispered, whimpering a little as Leila's fingers began
to arouse her.

"Does he stick his finger's up you like I'm doing now?" she asked as
she jammed two fingers into Megan's moistening pussy.

"Ooooh, that's so nice.  Ohhh, what was the question?"

"Does he finger your wet pussy?  Does he make you come with his hands?
 Do you melt at his touch?"  Leila was watching Megan become visibly
aroused.  "Are you gonna come for me, honey?  Is your pussy gonna
squeeze my fingers until you come all over my hand?"

Megan couldn't do anything except gasp and pant, and she couldn't tear
her eyes away from Leila's steely gaze.  Leila was now pumping the two
fingers into her at an ever increasing pace.  Megan felt Leila's thumb
on her clit, and exploded, howling her orgasm so loud she thought she
would wake the dead.  Leila kept manipulating her, a new climax
building from the ashes from the last one.  After another two minutes
Megan exploded again, and Leila finally got off of her, allowing her
to sit up straight on the couch.  When Megan caught her breath she
looked up and saw that Leila was standing in the middle of the living
room, naked.  Leila marched at her, and pushed her over so that Megan
was prone on the couch, facing up.  Leila straddled her head, and
pushed her pussy at Megan's mouth.  Megan tried to turn her head away,
but Leila had a good hold on her head.  "Lick it Megan.  Make me come
and I'll lick you.  I'm so horny from watching you come, I need an
orgasm so bad."  Leila rested more of her weight against Megan, her
labia pressed against her pursed lips.  She reached behind her and
pinched Megan's nipple, twisting it hard.  When Megan gasped in pain,
her mouth opened and her tongue shot out and onto Leila's pussy lips.

The taste wasn't so bad Megan thought.  "I wonder if we taste alike,
and this is what Alan tastes when he eats my pussy."  The thought
turned her on, and she began tentatively exploring Leila's outer
labia.  Leila's pussy was covered in hair, unlike hers, which she
shaved for a bikini.  The hair was the same color as the hair on her
head, coal black, and it was extremely silky.  She had never given
head before, not to any of her previous boyfriends, and certainly not
to a woman, but she imagined that men's pubic hair wouldn't be as soft
as Leila's was.  A man's would probably be hard and wiry, and not as
pleasant to run your tongue across like Leila's bush was.  Though, if
Alan ever asked her to go down on him, she wouldn't have hesitated for
a moment.

"Lick me, Megan.  Lick me," Leila urged, and Megan became for
adventuresome with the path her tongue was taking.  She licked up and
rolled her tongue over Leila's clitoris. "Yesssssss," Leila hissed in
response.  She began to grind her pussy into Megan's face, urging her
along with her words and responses.  "Stick you tongue in my pussy. 
My pussy is wet for you.  My pussy is burning up for you."  Leila's
entire existence was now centered around her pussy, and the pleasure
it was receiving at the end of her neighbor's tongue.

Megan hesitantly stabbed her tongue into the depths of Leila's pussy. 
She was getting into the act of eating out Leila in a big way, and
could feel her own pussy begin to moisten slightly.  She even began to
savor the taste of Leila's pussy, and her tongue began to move faster,
in and out of  Leila, occasionally pulling out to lick over her clit. 
Leila began to buck wildly, and Megan knew she was about to orgasm. 
Leila stiffened up and slammed her crotch into Megan's face, coming
wildly around the invading tongue.

Leila was amazed at the situation.  She had never had sex with another
woman before.  All of the threesomes she had been in were her and two
men.  She never even imagined that being with another woman could be
so pleasurable.  She got off Megan's face, and then flipped over, so
that she was face-to-pussy, with her friend, the two of them forming a
sixty-nine.  She briefly admired Megan's pussy as she pulled the
panties even more to the side so she could begin licking her pussy. 
Megan's  skirt was in a bit in her way, but Megan reached under and
unzipped it, allowing Leila to pull it off.  She eased Megan's panties
off, getting a first look at her naked crotch.  Megan was still
undoing the buttons on her blouse when Leila plunged her tongue into
the red haired pussy.

Megan groaned, the distraction slowing her pace at getting naked. 
Leila began doing to her what she had done to Leila.  She licked the
lips of Megan's pussy up and down, paying particular attention to the
clit.

Neither of them noticed that Alan had returned. Upon entering, seeing
that his mental commands were being followed, he made himself
invisible to the two of them.  He took a seat on the chair facing the
couch, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, slowly jacking off. 
"That Leila has one hot body," he thought to himself as he watched
them go at it.

By then, Leila had forced her pussy down into Megan's face, and they
ate each other to orgasm a few more times.  Alan used his power to
make himself visible again, and then cleared his throat, calling their
attention to his return.  "I see you were enjoying yourself in my
absence, ladies."  Megan's face turned so red she thought it might be
a match for her hair.  Leila, though, was unembarrassed.  Megan had
given her some of the best climaxes of her life. She mused about all
the time she had wasted not pursuing sexual relationships with women.

Looking Alan over she was impressed by the size of his cock.  She had
seen bigger in her adventures, but Alan's was amongst the biggest, top
five probably.  She wasn't impressed by size alone, though, and she
knew the proof of the fucking was in the doing, and right at that
moment she was desperate for a nice fucking.  "Howdy there cowboy,
that's some big gun your packing there.  Know how to use it?"

Alan, indulging her conceit replied, "Well there Miss Leila, I reckon
you can't be made the sheriff in this rough and tumble town if you
can's shoot straight like I can.  Care for a demonstration?"

Megan was collapsed on the couch, lazily watching the give and take
between her young lover and her newest lover.  She felt she should be
upset, but for some reason she found it arousing; this was also Alan's
doing.

"What's a nice sheriff like you doing in a cat house like this?"

"Just thought I'd stick my head in to see where the action was, Miss
Leila.  I hear they got a new player piano in this joint, and I
thought I might take in some music."

"You know sheriff, some of the boys here in Deadwood think I'm a great
singer.  They especially like how I sing when they jam their hard
cocks up my tight pussy.  Ooh, goodness, me, I'm being very indelicate
for a fine woman such as myself."

"You know Miss Leila, suddenly I figger the idea of listening to that
new player piano seems a bit bland.  Perhaps you would be so kind as
to treat me to a concert.  I understand you are an accomplished
hummer. Perhaps a demonstration?" She watched with baited breath as
Alan got naked.

Leila slid off the couch and walked on her knees over to Alan's chair.
 She took his cock head into her mouth and suck for a minute, then
began to lick up and down the shaft.  Megan pulled herself up, and
walked over, keeling next to Leila, wanting to see how it was done. 
She couldn't believe how much of Alan's cock Leila was taking in. 
Almost half of his shaft disappeared into her mouth, and Megan noticed
that shiny saliva was slobbering down Leila's chin, some of it
dripping off on to her chest.  She was amazed at the relish with which
Leila attacked Alan's cock.

Leila was actually moaning around his penis, not knowing that Alan was
sending out waves of arousal with his mind. When Alan figured he was
fully hard he pulled her up, and sat her down on his lap, his cock
pressed against her ass cheeks.  "The reports I heard were true, Miss
Leila.  You are the best hummer in the whole territory."

Leila's body was shivering with arousal; she had never known herself
to be this turned on.

"You know, Miss Leila, now that I've confirmed the humming part, I'd
sure like to hear you sing."  He cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her
up .  His cock fell forward between her legs, and she reached down to
place the tip at her entrance.  "Man, she's light," Alan thought,
"She's almost as tall as Megan, but she can't weigh a hundred pounds."
 Alan's cock slowly began to creep up her wet channel.

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod! Ohmigod! OHMIGOD!" Leila screamed out. "Keep
fucking me, sheriff. Ohmigod!"  Bliss began to cloud Leila's mind as
Alan was giving her the best fucking of her life.  The pieces began to
fall into place as she came to understand Megan's devotion to Alan.
"I've only been fucking him thirty seconds, and I'd kill for him,
too," she thought to herself through the haze of lust.

Alan, his hands never coming off her ass cheeks, continued to lift and
drop her on his erection. After a few minutes Leila began chanting her
"Ohmigod" chant again, all the way to a thrashing orgasm.  Megan saw a
trickle of juices, just a few drops really, drip onto Alan's cock, and
without thinking leaned in to lick them off.  Leila was still bouncing
up and down on Alan's erection, and on a down stroke Megan's tongue
came into contact with Leila's very hard clit.  Leila howled at the
sensation, and Megan began to lick her pussy lips as they slid up and
down on Alan's cock, one of her hands rubbing her own slit, the other
glued to Leila's clit.

Leila began shrieking; it felt to her that she was in a constant state
of climax, and she wasn't sure if it was one long and big orgasm or a
series of smaller orgasm coming one after the other.  She didn't care.
 Her body was bucking up and down with a force she had never felt
before, and she thought she was going to pass out.  A few seconds
later, she did.  Alan lifted her off of his penis, hoisted her up and
set her down over on the couch, curled up in a ball.  He noticed that
she was sucking her thumb, and he thought it was cute.  Megan crawled
over to him and began licking Leila's juices off Alan's cock, like a
pussycat cleaning her kitten.  Holding his shaft in her hands she
closed her lips over the head of his erection, the first time in her
life she had taken a man in her mouth.

"Megan," Alan moaned out, "If you keep that up I'm going to come in
your mouth."  Thinking about it for just a second Megan decided she
wanted to taste him.  Pulling away, she looked up at him, their eyes
meeting.

"Yes, Alan.  Come in my mouth.  I want to taste you."  And with that
she clamped her lips over his cock head again, toying with the pee
slit with the tip of her tongue.  Alan gasped and came in her mouth. 
Megan resolved not to miss a drop, but a small amount escaped her
lips.  It wasn't that there was so much of it, a bit more than a
teaspoon she estimated, but she was unaccustomed to drinking come, and
the force of the ejaculation took her by surprise.

Alan collapsed backward on the couch, careful to avoid the passed-out
Leila.  Megan, too, crumpled, her body resting on the living room rug.
 Alan nudged Leila awake.

"You girls ready for that ice cream now.  It says on the carton, 'Best
if eaten naked.'"  Both Megan and Leila let out drowsy chuckles. 
Megan went into the kitchen, and soon returned with three bowls, and
ice cream scoop, and spoons, grabbing some paper napkins as she walked
back.  Alan dished out the scoops, and they all relaxed on the
sectional, slurping up the ice cream, talking little.

"Well, I'd better be going," Alan announced as he got up and reached
for his clothes.  "School night, you know." Megan giggled at their
previously private joke.  Turning right before the door he looked back
into the living room at the two naked women.  "Well, Miss Leila, it
was sure nice making your acquaintance.  Don't be shy about givin'
this here sheriff a-callin' again if any of the town's bad element
starts bustin' up the joint."  As he left the heard the two of them
break out in fits of laughter.

"So," Megan asked right after the front door closed behind Alan, "Care
to spend the night."  Leila licked the last remnants of the ice cream
off the back of her spoon as she nodded yes.

* * *

On the short drive back to his house Alan dialed up Kate's number on
his cell phone.  He had read the phone number from her mind yesterday
afternoon.  This was the private line, the one that rang only in her
bedroom.  On the second ring she picked up.

"Hey there Kate," he said with genuine concern in his voice when she
answered, "How are you feeling?  Is it healing well, slut?"

"Uh, yes.  I showered this morning, and the swelling is gone, but it's
still a little sore.  I've been taking Advil and it should be all
better by tomorrow or the next day," she said flatly.

"Is it pretty?  You know, you're such a pretty girl, and I hope the
ring is pretty, too."

Kate whole being lit up when Alan called her pretty, and she answered
him with much more enthusiasm.  "Yeah Alan, it's beautiful.  Thank you
for calling me 'pretty' and thank you for the ring.  I didn't thank
you yesterday, and that was wrong of me."

"Gotta hang up now, slut.  Meet me in front of school tomorrow at
8am."

After he hung up on her Kate realized that she wasn't even bothered
anymore when he addressed her as "slut."  He thought she was pretty. 
She couldn't wait to have the other nipple pierced; she would try to
talk him into going back to Dirty Dan's after school tomorrow.

* * *

Alan went home, finished the last of his homework by midnight, and was
sleeping soundly moments after his head his the pillow.  His exertions
at Megan's house had taken a bit out of him, and he really was
exhausted.

Feeling very refreshed upon waking, he quickly performed his morning
ablutions, and was out of the house a little more that fifteen minutes
after the alarm on the clock radio went off at seven.  The weather had
returned to normal, chilly with a strong wind whipping through the
tree-lined streets.  He got to school at 7:30 and was pleased to see
that Kate was already waiting at the main entrance.  They walked in
together.

Alan had the keys to the newspaper office on his key ring, but he
didn't want to go back there.  Variety is the spice of life, and he
was eager to have Kate in a new setting.  Seeing that he had already
shaved Kate's pussy in her bathroom, and then fucked her in the mall
bathroom, he ruled out all of the school's many bathrooms.  He tested
a few doors as they walked down the halls, finding them all locked. 
"When my powers are more developed," he thought to himself, "I'll be
able to unlock doors with my mind by manipulating the pins in the
cylinder."

As they reached the end of the hall Alan found the door to the
auditorium wasn't locked, and they went in.  Taking a seat in the
front row as he pulled his pants and shorts down around his ankles, he
had Kate kneel in front of him.  At once she set to work, licking his
hardening rod all over.  Her hands were free, so she undressed as she
gave him the blowjob, quickly shedding her blouse, skirt, and panties
, then reaching back to unhook her bra.  Alan saw the flash of gold as
her bra fell, and placed his hand under her chin, lifting her mouth
off of him and pulling her upright so he could see Dirty Dan's work. 
It was very fetching, and with his other hand he cupped her left
breast, then held the nipple ring between his fingers.  "Careful," she
hissed, "It's still a tad sore, and has been constantly erect since
Saturday."

"OK slut," he answered.  "My, my, you were right.  It is very pretty. 
Pretty like my little slut." Kate beamed, and then began taking her
into his mouth again, sucking him with gusto.  Alan pulled her head up
again, and began maneuvering her onto his lap.  He was going to take
her like he did Leila last night.

As the head of his cock parted her pussy lips she turned her head,
looking at his face over her shoulder and asked, "Oh Alan, I thought
you said in the bathroom at the mall you were going to fuck my ass
next time."

As he lowered her cunt down the length of his shaft she groaned.
"Don't worry slut, I will.  Just want to slicken it up in your pussy
first."

"Oh Alan," she moaned, "You think of everything, don't you?"

She bounced merrily up and down on Alan's huge cock, her body bucking
with pleasure.  Alan had his hands on her tits, his fingers toying
with her nipples and nipple ring.  Alan noticed to his surprise that
the ring was warm, almost body temperature warm.

After Kate orgasmed, he cries echoing off the walls of the cavernous
and empty auditorium, Alan cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her off of
his dick. It took her but a few seconds to come down from her orgasmic
high, and as he placed the tip of his penis against her asshole he
whispered in her ear, "Ready?"

He didn't wait for an answer, and slowly pushed his dick into her hot
ass.  He lowered on his shaft, and when her butt cheeks touched down,
he flung her head back so it rested on his shoulder, looked him square
in the eyes, and answered, "Always Alan.  I'm always ready."  His cock
felt so big in her ass. " Fuck me, fuck me hard.  Fuck my ass hard,"
she moaned.  Her feet were still touching the floor; the seats in the
auditorium were lower to the ground than regular chairs.  She was
able, using her legs for leverage, to bounce her ass up and down on
his cock.  Alan, freed from the responsibility of lifting and dropping
her, placed his left hand over her nipple, and his right hand on her
pussy. He fondled the ring and nipple, and pushed his right index
finger up her cunt, massaging her clit with his thumb.

Kate never in her life felt so good. This was much better than the
first ass fucking; the other day in the newspaper office when most of
what she felt when Alan took her in the ass, at least at first, was
fear.  This time she just reveled in the sensations, and his playing
with her ringed nipple and manipulation of clit was taking her on a
fast trip to orgasmville.  She kept upping the pace as she neared
climax, and then it hit her like a ton of brick.  First, all of the
air seemed to escape from her lungs in an instant, and then she felt
her asshole tighten considerably around his invading prick.  After it
had tightened up all it could, her asshole began spasming, clenching
and relaxing around his dick over and over again.  Ten seconds into
her climax she regained her breath, and let out a heroic shout, again
the lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.  Just as she was coming down,
her asshole relaxing, Alan released her nipple and pussy, put his
hands on her hips, buried himself to the hilt, and came in her butt,
setting off another, albeit smaller orgasm.

The were both panting a covered with sweat.  A few minutes later, as
they were dressing, Kate broached the subject of the other nipple
ring.  "Come see me after school in the newspaper office.  I'll see if
a can slip out for a bit and if I can we'll head over to Dan's."

Grinning ear to ear, she kissed Alan on the cheek.  Their tryst had
only taken twenty minutes, and they still had almost a half an hour
before homeroom.  Alan walked her out of the school, and over to the
coffee cart in the parking lot.  He treated her to a cup, bought one
for himself, and they sat on the front steps of the school sipping
quietly.  Ten minutes before homeroom Kate excused herself and went
in. She had spotted a bunch of her friends headed towards them, and
she needed to touch up her make up in the ladies room before classes
started.

A half hour later, sitting in Mrs. Martin's French classroom, she
thanked god Alan had fucked her before school that morning.  She had
woken up so horny for him that if he hadn't fucked her she never would
have been able to concentrate on her lessons today.

* * * 

Right after fifth-period English that day, Alan did his usual dance,
making sure he was the last student left in the room with Megan.  He
walked to the door and locked it, and Megan rushed up to him, throwing
her body at his.

"Enjoyed yourself last night, didn't you?" he asked rhetorically.  She
could only purr in response.

After kissing him, her tongue busily exploring his mouth, she pulled
back and said, "You have no idea.  Leila and I were still playing
around at 2am.  Finally I had to stop her.  If not for four cups of
coffee and a ginseng, I would be unconscious right now." She marched
Alan back to the couch and sat him down.  Grasping at his waistband
she unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the fly, and yanked hard.  His
pants were around his knees, and she attacked his cock with her
salivating mouth.  After licking it thoroughly she took the head in
her mouth and teased the tip and the crown with her flailing tongue. 
Gradually she worked her way forward, taking him in so that the tip
neared the opening of her throat.  That was the limit of her
inexperienced mouth, but she vowed to herself that soon she would take
all of him.

She slowly bobbed her head over the three and a half inched she could
manage, and brought up her right hand to jack the exposed part of his
shaft, keeping a good steady pace for ten minutes, her mouth never
leaving his dick.  She sensed her was getting close, and wanted him to
come in her mouth again.  This time she would be ready, not allowing a
drop to escape.  With her left hand she began massaging his balls, and
that sent him over the edge.  His back arched, he shot his load into
her mouth. She rolled the sperm around in her mouth for a few seconds,
and then made a big production of swallowing, making exaggerated
gulping sounds, and smacking her lips.  He stood, she with him, and
she pulled his pants back up, fastened them closed and sent him out to
the lunchroom to meet his friends.

* * *

Leila did something she usually didn't do: she left the hospital
grounds at lunchtime.  There was no rule against it, but she didn't do
it that often.  Ten minutes after pulling out of the parking lot she
was parking again, having reached her destination.  She had never been
in a sex shop before, and was slightly fascinated by what she saw,
though some of the displays revolted her.  She quickly found what she
was looking for, and began taking different models off the shelves to
look them over.  Who knew there were so many different kinds of
dildoes?  One of her friends in college had given her a dildo as a
sort of gag gift, but truth be told, she had gotten a lot of use out
of it.  What she had never done was actually buy one herself.  She
decided on a few, feeling really kinky just looking at the vibrator,
soft rubber model, and especially the double-ended one, and was headed
to the register when her eye stopped on another display.  As she
approached them she knew she had to buy one.  "How much for that
strap-on?" she asked the fat guy behind the counter.

* * *  

Alan saw Kate in the lunchroom and discretely signaled her to come
over.  He whispered to her that he was cool with the idea of getting
her other nipple done today, and her would extricate himself from the
newspaper office by any means necessary.  Kate then found Pauline and
gave her the keys to the Jetta, asking her to drive it home again. 
Pauline wondered why, but Kate left really fast, before she had the
chance to question her.

After school, Alan went to the newspaper, went over a few things with
Missy, and then left, leaving her in charge for the rest of the
afternoon.  Kate was waiting for him at his car, and off they were. 
The cold weather had made her unpierced nipple harden, though her
aroused state would have stiffened it in any case.

* * *

Dan was happy to have them in his shop again so soon, eager to see how
his handiwork was holding up.  "Healing nicely," he commented.  "So
back for the other one, I figure, eh?  I had a feeling you'd be back,
so a made a matching ring for the little lady yesterday.  The one she
got on Saturday was the last one in stock.  Didn't want you to come
back and be disappointed."

He led them back to the converted dentist's chair, and offered them
another round of tequilas, which they accepted.  The whole process
took much less time this go around because Alan didn't have to pick
out a ring, and Dirty Dan didn't have to explain the process again. 
As the long needle approached her nipple Alan sent a mental command
for Kate to have a mini-orgasm as she was pierced.  Soon it was all
over, and Alan and Kate were back out front.  Dan offered them another
round of shots, and Kate accepted, but Alan declined, needing his head
clear for the drive back to the Van Devanter house.

Alan walked her into the house, and Kate invited him up to her room,
telling him she needed him to do something for her.  As they neared
the stairs Mrs. Van Devanter emerged from the kitchen, and was
slightly taken aback at seeing Kate and Alan together, knowing her
older daughter's long-standing antipathy towards him.  "Alan," Mrs.
Van Devanter asked, "What are you doing here.  You know, Pauline is at
the volleyball match over at the school, covering it for the paper. "

"Oh, I know Mrs. Van Devanter.  Kate asked me for some help with her
calculus homework."

"Oh, isn't that nice."

As they climbed the stairs Alan sent a signal to Mrs. Van Devanter,
ordering her to stay on the first floor during his visit.  The Van
Devanter's had a policy against being behind closed doors with boys,
and he figured whatever Kate needed was best be done in private.  Alan
closed the door of her bedroom behind her, and Kate sat at the edge of
her bed.  She looked up at Alan, a pout on her face, and her finger at
the corner of her mouth, posed like a little girl seeking the
indulgence of her father.

"I have a little problem Alan, and I was hoping you could help me,"
she began, twisting her finger against her lips.  Alan said nothing,
waiting for her to go on.  "I don't know if you noticed this morning
in the auditorium, but there was some stubble on my pussy, and it
itches.  Could you be a friend and help me out?"

She stood, and taking him by the hand and led him to her bathroom. 
Alan shaved her again, and soon she was as smooth as a baby.  He sat
her on the sinktop and licked her to an orgasm, Kate biting down on a
hand towel to keep from screaming, her left hand never leaving her
nipple ring, twisting it so hard she was almost hurting herself.  She
couldn't wait for the other bandage to come off.

As he was seeing himself out, Mrs. Van Devanter pulled him aside and
thanked him profusely for helping Kate.  "I'm seeing your mother for
lunch on Wednesday, and I'll be sure to tell her what a gentleman you
are, but I'm sure she gets that all the time."

Next Chapter: Megan and Leila discover the joys of d.p. with a strap
on. Kate discovers the thrills of doing it in public.

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