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Subject: {ASSM} Alan, Chapter 12
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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 senios,
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 hinto 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." He
nipples were adorned by two gold rings, 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 watch 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 had 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 indescribeably 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 kinkyness 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 he was
constantly stopped by classmates.  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 from 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 check 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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