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Archive name: alan06.txt (M/F+, mc, piercing, shaved)
Authors name: Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alan - Part 6

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Alan - 6 (M/F+, mc, piercing, shaved)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)

***

Megan and Leila Discover the Joys of D.P. with a Strap 
On. Kate Discovers the Thrills of Doing It In Public.

***

That evening Alan sat at his computer and began the 
process of Googling the proper nouns he read in his 
notebook.

"Your search - Devaryesh - did not match any documents. 
No pages were found containing 'devaryesh'."

"Your search - Paishiya'uvada - did not match any 
documents. No pages were found containing 
'paishiya'uvada'."

Hyrcanus returned 4,180 hits, but as he clicked on the 
links he read that Hyrcanus was one of the Macabees, the 
Hasmonean kings of Israel in the second century B.C.E. 
Hyrcanus was also the name of one of the heirs to the 
empire of Alexander the Great. Neither of these 
references fit the timeframe of the story Alan had in 
front of him.

Curiously, the next search "Axa Delta" returned six hits, 
five of which related to a short story written by the 
Argentinean short story author Jorge Luis Borges, and 
even more interesting was that the story in question was 
titled Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius. Now he was making 
progress: a cross-reference between the Axa Delta and the 
mystical object mentioned by Hyrcanus, the Orbis Tertius. 
Alan jotted down a note to get a copy of this story from 
the library.

When he searched on "Smerdis" he hit pay dirt. Devaryesh, 
he figured, was obviously a variation on "Darius," and 
when he searched on it he hit the mother lode. He printed 
out a fairly thick stack of pages, and put them in a 
folder to read later. 

* * *

Leila knocked on Megan's door, the sun setting behind 
her. Under her right arm was the brown paper bag from the 
sex shop. Megan unlocked the deadbolt, and they kissed, 
their tongues dueling feverishly. They were standing in 
the doorway, where their neighbors could see them, but 
they didn't care.

* * *

Pauline returned home at 6 o'clock from the girl's 
volleyball match. Truman had won in four sets, and she 
was eager to write up her story. She hoped the 
photographer she assigned had taken some good shots. The 
team had beaten their archrivals, coincidently enough a 
school in the next town over called Thomas Dewey High 
School. She was toying with the idea of running the 
famous photo of a smiling President Truman holding up the 
headline "Dewey Defeats Truman" in the photo spread, as a 
joke. She'd run the idea past Alan in school tomorrow.

Kate was in the dining room, her books and notes spread 
out over half the table. "Hey Kate, how are you feeling?" 
she asked.

"I'm fine sis. That thing on Friday was just a cold or 
something." Pauline noticed that Kate wasn't wearing a 
bra, and this was unusual. Even at home Kate was usually 
fully dressed. Their Aunt Linda, mom's sister, had flabby 
bosoms, and Kate was in the habit of keeping her breasts 
fully supported by a bra when not in bed.

"She's been acting weird lately," Pauline thought. "First 
she fainted in school, and then she didn't protest when 
Alan came with us to the mall. I wonder what's going on 
with her." Pauline became even more curious when at 
dinner her mom mentioned that Alan was over this 
afternoon to help Kate with her calculus homework. Math 
was one of Kate's best subjects; perhaps he was showing 
her what she missed on Friday.

* * *

The rest of the week went by fast. Next week was spring 
break, and both the students and the faculty were anxious 
for some time off. Alan and Megan met twice that week 
during lunchtime, but he hadn't been over to her 
townhouse because of the crush of schoolwork. Before 
break he had to hand in a physics lab report and a 
History term paper, on top of the essay Megan had 
assigned, and all were due on Friday.

* * *

After school let out for break on Friday the parking lot 
was full of kids whooping it up. They were all relieved 
to be free for the next nine days (a five-day school week 
bracketed by two weekends). Alan even spotted some of his 
more daring classmates smoking a joint in the far corner 
of the lot. He threw his backpack in the backseat and was 
just getting in when Kate approached. He had gone over to 
her house Wednesday night to inspect the new nipple ring, 
and fuck her in the ass.

"So Alan, staying in town for break?" she asked quietly 
so no one around them could hear.

"You got it, my slut. I'm just looking forward to a 
relaxing vacation."

"Not too relaxing, I hope," Kate quickly countered with a 
wicked smile. She loved it when Alan called her names, 
especially "slut."

"Don't worry babe, I'll find time for you. Call me 
tonight." He drove off. Megan had told him about all of 
the fun she and Leila had been having with the dildoes, 
and he wanted to buy one for Kate before they got 
together.

* * *

Saturday morning, awake at dawn, he biked around the town 
for a while, thirty-five miles according to his odometer, 
then headed over to Megan's. He hauled his bike up the 
three steps to her door and let himself in with his key, 
leaving his it in the foyer, right inside and leaning 
against the wall with the right side facing in so that no 
one who walked by would mess themselves on the recently 
greased chain and gears. He heard laughter from the 
bedroom, and when he climbed upstairs and went in he saw 
Leila and Megan on the bed. "Hey girls, I'm here," he 
announced his presence.

"Hi Alan," they both chirped at once. He peeled off his 
sweaty jersey and stood before them with a wet sheen 
covering his body.

"I'm thinking I could use a shower. Either of you two 
care to join me?" The women giggled, and after a brief 
debate, during which Megan expressed her doubts that her 
shower could hold three people, Leila rose from the bed 
and joined him in the bathroom. They slipped into the 
shower together and Alan turned it on, adjusting the 
spray to the desired temperature.

Leila embraced him from behind as he twisted the faucets, 
and soon the were both slippery from the water. She 
released him slightly, her hands still clasped together 
on his stomach, but slackened her arms to allow him to 
turn within her arms. As they faced each other, their 
lips came together, and they kissed passionately. Alan's 
hands came to rest on her ass, and he reached down and 
began to massage her rosebud.

"Mmmmm, yeah. Play with my ass. Mmmmm." His finger 
already being wet, he began slowly pressing the tip of 
his finger into her tightest of holes. "Ohmigod, that 
feels so GOOD," Leila cried out. She always enjoyed it 
when men played with her ass, though she'd never been 
fucked there.

For Alan, however, that policy might just be reversed. 
The pleasure she was getting from his finger was driving 
her wild, and she unclasped her hands and brought her 
right hand from around Alan's back and placed it on her 
pussy, rubbing her clit. The combination of feelings was 
mind-blowing, and after a few minutes she orgasmed 
loudly, eliciting a grin from Megan out in the bedroom as 
she tidied the room and made the bed.

Catching her breath she quickly set to the task of giving 
Alan a blowjob to remember, and Alan was surprised at how 
much of his nine-inch penis Leila was able to swallow, 
seven inches by his estimation. She was deep-throating 
him, a new sensation for Alan. The old Alan, before the 
Seed of Paishiya'uvada, counted himself lucky whenever he 
could get a girl to take him in her mouth, and he had 
never been deep-throated before. She pulled back and 
released him from her throat.

"Let me know when you're about to come, so I can just 
keep the head in my mouth. I want to taste you." Alan's 
mind was so clouded by the sensations that he could only 
nod in response. She attacked him once again with her 
mouth, quickly achieving her former depth. 

After about five minutes of enthusiastic sucking on 
Leila's part Alan was ready to come. He tapped her on her 
shoulder and she got the message, releasing almost all of 
his cock from her throat, retaining only the head, her 
lips wrapped around the crown, the tip of her tongue 
making stabbing motions against the tip of his dick.

"Uhhhhh!" he moaned as his seed spilled into Leila's 
mouth. He reached behind himself and held onto the nozzle 
to keep from slipping. Leila's mouth came off of him as 
she swallowed his come, and then she took it again, 
sucking out the last stray drops from the head. Now that 
both of them had gotten off, Alan grabbed the bottle of 
shampoo from the edge and started to wash his hair, while 
Leila lathered up on of Megan's bath sponges and soaped 
up Alan's chest, crotch, and legs. 

They got out, drying themselves off as went back into the 
bedroom. Leila wanted to attend to her hair, and Megan 
was anxious to have a turn with Alan, and she almost 
tackled him as he came into view. Alan fell to the bed, 
and Megan got on top of him, straddling his chest. She 
put he hands on his wrists and held them to the mattress. 
Alan knew he could escape her clutches, but wanted to see 
what she was going to do. 

She was wearing a red and gold kimono, a short one which 
would have barely reached halfway down her thighs to her 
knees had she been standing up and not astride him. She 
lowered her ass so that she was actually sitting on his 
chest. Alan could feel that she was bare under her robe, 
and she began slowly rubbing her ass against him. "I've 
got you trapped young man. What are you going to do for 
me when I let you go?"

"Well Megan," he began, but she stopped him.

"Ms. Kelly."

"Right. Well, Ms. Kelly, what did you have in mind?"

"Come on boy, use your imagination. Would you suck my 
pussy?"

"Sure."

"Sure what?"

"Sure, Ms. Kelly, I'd suck your pussy."

"Would you fuck me?"

"Yes Ms. Kelly."

"Fuck me hard? I like being fucked hard. Hard, Alan, do 
you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Kelly."

"Then fuck me hard."

Alan threw his weight, and he was on top of her. Roughly 
he parted her legs, untied the belt of her robe, then fed 
his hard cock into her. Megan-Ms. Kelly-groaned and 
wrapped her legs around his ass, her ankles crossed. He 
gave it to her hard like she wanted it, and soon they 
were both huffing and puffing from exertion. Her legs 
tightened around him, and she came, screaming, egging him 
on. Alan kept fucking her never slackening his pace. 
Leila sat down on the bed next to them, cross-legged, 
with her hands between her thighs, fingering herself.

"Is this hard enough for you Ms. Kelly?" Alan grunted 
between breaths.

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck my tight pussy. Fuck me HARD."

Alan was hammering his dick into her, and their bodies 
were bucking with wild abandon. Leila reached between 
them with her free hand and began fingering Megan's clit, 
and she exploded again. Alan blew his load into her, and 
a second later Leila joined them in orgasm. The three of 
them laid back on the bed, Megan half on top of Alan, and 
Leila next to her, running her hands lazily up Megan' 
shivering body.

"I'm starving," Alan announced. "Got anything to eat?" 
Megan told him he'd find some bagels in the kitchen, and 
he gently slid her off him, and went downstairs. He 
spread cream cheese over three bagel, put them on a plate 
and then poured three big glasses of orange juice. As he 
was mounting the stairs he heard Leila's screams from the 
bedroom, and he quickened his pace.

The bagel half he had balanced between his teeth almost 
fell out at the sight before him. Megan was wearing a 
strap-on dildo, and was laying flat on her back as Leila 
was riding her from above, moaning and groaning. Alan ate 
his bagel while he watched Leila fuck the dildo, and when 
he was done he downed the juice almost in one gulp. He 
approached them from behind, and began to finger Leila's 
exposed asshole again. This really seemed to turn her on, 
and he moistened his finger in his mouth and started 
feeding it in.

"Oh Yeah! Finger my ass Alan. It feels soooo good."

Megan hadn't been able to see what Alan was doing from 
her position, and her eyes widened at Leila report. He 
leaned forward and whispered in her ear, and she nodded. 
Quickly going into the bathroom he brought out a bottle 
of baby oil. Greasing his dick he got up on the bed and 
pushed Leila forward, so that the breasts of the two 
girls were mashed together. Megan's thrusting slowed 
because of the change in position. Alan lined up the head 
of his dick with her tight entrance and slowly pushed the 
head past her tight anal ring.

Stopping after an inch of penetration he asked Leila if 
he was the first to have her ass. She had been holding 
her breath, half in anticipation, half in trepidation, 
and in order to answer him she released all the air in 
her lungs groaning, "Yes, the first." Megan could see a 
small tear escape from the corner of Leila's eye, but in 
pain or lust she did not begin to know.

Alan pushed his cock deeper into Leila, and Megan resumed 
fucking her with the dildo, amused at the sight of Leila 
slack tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, as 
well as her eyes rolled to the back of her head . Soon 
Alan was feeding his full length into her, at a slow and 
even pace. Leila was coming every few minutes, and even 
Megan was very turned on. She hoped she would be the meat 
in the fuck sandwich next, and the mere thought of it was 
arousing her. After tem minutes of getting it in both 
holes Leila had her biggest climax yet, and Alan exploded 
in her ass. He was sweating like a pig.

"It seems I need another shower. It's your turn Megan-I 
mean Ms. Kelly." He went in first and started it, and she 
joined him shortly. They soaped each other tenderly, and 
kissed often, their slippery bodies pressed together. 
Leila had just recovered when they returned.

Megan grabbed the strap-on dildo and handed it to Leila. 
"My turn," she told them as she handed Alan the bottle of 
baby oil.

* * *
Alan left them around two o'clock. They had fucked a few 
more times after Megan's first d.p., and then taken a 
nap. They were still dozing as he wheeled his bike down 
Megan's front steps, and he had left them a note on the 
kitchen table. Pulling up to his own house he stowed his 
bike in the garage and peeled off his still damp jersey, 
entering the house bare-chested. His mother came up 
behind him as he was bent over, his head in the 
refrigerator.

"That was some long ride you took. You were gone when dad 
and I woke up."

"Yeah," he yawned, "Seventy-five miles, longest yet this 
season. I'm training for the Montauk Century in June." 
His mom nodded, accepting his explanation.

"Oh, by the way, your cousin Nina called and invited me 
into the city for lunch on Monday. We're going to lunch 
and then to the Met. Do you want to come?" Alan agreed. 
Nina was one of his favorite cousins, and he hadn't seen 
her baby, now eight months old, since she was first born. 
Nina and her husband Jack had hired a sitter to watch the 
baby during the funeral last week, and had left the 
little girl in the city.

"We'll go back to Nina's after the museum, wait until 
your dad is done at the office, and meet him for dinner."

"Hey, while you're relaxing at Nina's I'll take a subway 
to Columbia and have look around, and I'll meet you at 
dad's"

"That's an excellent idea," his mother replied, "It'll be 
good for you, getting the lay of the land and all."


Alan went upstairs, his sweaty jersey draped over his 
shoulder, and took his third shower of the day, a brief 
one so as not to dry out his skin.

He and Kate had talked on the phone last night and she 
had told him about a party at the house of a classmate 
whose parents had gone away and left him on his own. 
Pauline was going too, she had mentioned, as an 
inducement for him to attend also. He called Pauline and 
asked her if she needed a ride, and Pauline happily 
accepted.

* * *

"Who was that?" Kate asked her sister when she hung up 
the phone.

"Alan, He's giving me a lift to the party tonight."

"Uh, could you call him back and ask him I could drive 
over with the two of you? There's going to be beer and 
punch at the party, and I don't want to have to refuse 
drinks because of driving."

Pauline looked at her sister like she was a space alien. 
She hated Alan Marshall. Just last week at the Mall, 
after he had been nice enough to drive them over and 
treat them to lunch she had barely uttered a word to him, 
and now she wanted to show up to one of the biggest 
parties of the year in his car? Curiouser and curiouser.

"Sure sis, I'll call him right back." 

Kate didn't wait to hear her sister place the call. She 
strode up the stairs and went into the bathroom, locking 
the door behind her. Stripping, she masturbated to an 
orgasm, but a pale shadow to the likes she had when Alan 
touched her. Getting into the shower she washed up, and 
then shaved her legs and pussy.

* * *

Alan pulled up to the Van Devanter's at 8:30. Pauline 
came out wearing hip huggers and a pale yellow man's 
dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and tied at the 
bottom so that her lean midriff was exposed. Alan 
whistled, and she blushed. Kate followed a few minutes 
later, wearing a billowy peasant skirt that came down to 
her mid-calf, and a sleeveless formfitting white top. "Hi 
Kate, you look nice." She shot him a smile.

They weren't going straight to the party; Alan had 
proposed to Pauline that he take the two of them out for 
dinner before the festivities, and after checking with 
Kate, she agreed. They went to an Italian place in town, 
and ate well, not leaving until after ten.

The party was at Geoff Sherman's house, and Alan relished 
the thought of showing up there uninvited. When they 
pulled up to the curb on Geoff's street, one of the guys 
in the car in front of them, a goon on Geoff's lacrosse 
team, gave him a dirty look, and called out, "What the 
fuck are you doing here, Marshall? Nerds aren't welcome." 

Alan and the girls ignored him, and they made their way 
up the path to the house. It was a good party, lots of 
beer and loud music. Alan even saw a good number of his 
own friends milling about. He and the girls separated, 
and Alan made his way over to greet some of his pals.

Around midnight he caught up with Kate who was mingling 
with a couple of her friends. "Do you want to get some 
air?" he asked her, and she went off with him, leaving 
her friends staring at their backs in shock as they 
walked outside. There were a good number of people 
outside. The air was crisp, but not uncomfortably cold, 
and Kate led Alan to a bench in the garden. He sat down, 
and then pulled her onto his lap, and she let out a muted 
squeal. 

"I'm not wearing any panties," she told him, "And I feel 
soooo wicked. I shaved for you this afternoon." The were 
semi-secluded, and Alan pulled her skirt out from under 
her ass, and draped it over them. He reached under the 
skirt to feel the smoothness of her pussy, and she 
purred. Wrapping his left arm around her torso he lifted 
her up a few inches so he could reach for his fly. 
Freeing his dick, he then lifted her higher, placing the 
head against her labia, barely penetrating her pussy.

"Alan, what are you doing? There are people around. 
Someone could catch us, ugh ugh, at any minute. We, 
ahhhhh, shouldn't, ohhhhhhh, be, Ohmihod, doing, ooooh, 
this." 

Alan had been slowly lowering her onto his impaling 
hardness, and by the time he was completely buried in 
her, her protests had ceased. She lifted her bra cups 
over her tits and brought up Alan's hands in hers so he 
could play with her nipple rings through her top. Her 
teeth gritted so as not to cry out in pleasure as she 
bounced up and down on his erection, and after about ten 
minutes she had a delicious orgasm, her knuckle between 
her teeth to keep the noise down.

It wasn't just the stimulation from his cock in her wet 
pussy that had driven her wild, or even Alan's playing 
with her clit under her skirt. It was the fear of being 
caught that had in the end sent her over the top. She got 
off on it.

She hopped off of Alan's lap and they set about to 
adjusting their clothes. Kate went ahead, and Alan made 
his way slowly back to the house. As he entered he saw 
Kate talking to her putative boyfriend, Chad, and he was 
amused by the slightly pissed off look Chad gave him. 
Alan couldn't blame him; Chad was a good guy, but here he 
was at a party and he couldn't find his girlfriend. 
Worse, she had shown up in Alan's car, and he had just 
seen the two of them coming from the same direction. 

"If I were him, I'd be pissed at me too," Alan thought. 
Helping himself to a beer from the fridge, Alan started 
to make the rounds. A bunch of guys from the lacrosse 
team started to accost him, demanding to know why he was 
here. Just then Geoff walked into the room and Alan 
called out over the music and the chatter, "Hey Geoffy-
boy, you don't mind that I'm here, do ya?"

Geoff meekly responded no, and Alan turned to the jerks 
and shrugged his shoulders, moving along to a new group 
of people.

Around 2am Pauline came up to him and asked him if he was 
ready to leave. He told her to find her sister, and they 
all walked out together. Chad ran after them. "Hey man, 
I'll drive my girlfriend home, if you don't mind." He 
sounded a little peeved. Alan turned around and said, 
"You've been drinking a lot Chad. It would be better if I 
saw them home." He reinforced this suggestion using the 
powers of the Seed of Paishiya'uvada.

"I've been drinking a lot Alan. It would be better if you 
saw them home." This confused him. He hadn't fucked Kate 
in almost two weeks, the weekend before that Friday she 
had fainted, and he had resolved to get into her pants, 
or under her skirt as the case was, tonight. The three of 
them left a confused Chad on the front porch and walked 
to Alan's car. "Power is useful," he mused to himself.

Next Chapter: Alan discovers the ring of Ko'un-Zir, 
spends time with his women, and a good time is had by 
all.

END

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