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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Title: Inside Suzanne
Author: WhisperGlass

This is a follow-up to "A Taste of Suzanne", posted earlier.

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I spot Suzanne in the corridor as I'm about to head off home. It's early
evening and she's just come back from softball practice (our company
fields a small amateur team). Despite being well into the fall, today
we'd seen some real sun and this is reflected in Suzanne's appearance.
She's wearing a white tee-shirt, the areas under the arms and in the
small of her back dampened by sweat, and a pair of satiny blue shorts.
Her slender, lightly tanned arms and legs glisten with the sheen of
exertion. Her hair is taken up in a pony tail (she normally wears it
loose) and she's wearing a yellow baseball cap, which for some reason
that I can't explain makes her look even sexier than usual.

She has her back to me and hasn't seen me yet. I decide to surprise her
(pleasantly, I hope). The corridor is carpeted, and it's relatively easy
to walk up behind someone without alerting them to your presence, even
if they're a moving target, as Suzanne is.

Once I'm within striking distance I take a quick look to make sure no
one else is around then, in one smooth motion, slip my left arm around
her waist while at the same time pushing my right hand into the back of
her shorts. Suzanne gasps in surprise and starts to turn her head, just
as my groping hand reaches between her legs and finds her pussy. She
recognizes my touch as I open her up and draw a finger between the lips
of her cunt, and her surprise turns to satisfaction. Her eyes close and
a small noise of appreciation escapes her lips. I rub my digit a couple
more times within her sex then withdraw my hand and pop the finger into
my mouth. Her pussy is moistened more by sweat than vaginal secretions
and the juice is salty and slightly bitter, but it definitely tastes
like Suzanne.

"Hmmm, tastes good", I tell her as I maneuver my left hand up underneath
her tee-shirt and massage a breast through the material of her bra.

"Feels good too", she replies. "We better get out of the corridor,
someone will see us. Let me catch a quick shower, then we can play".

"Why wait?", I say. "I like the way you taste now, I want to lick every
inch of your body clean, every sweaty little nook and cranny". I slip my
hand back into her shorts and playfully trace my finger up and down the
groove between her ass cheeks, while still fondling her breast with my
other hand.

"I like the sound of that, but let's at least get to the locker rooms
first. I was the only woman playing today, we shouldn't meet anyone
else".

"OK", I say as I reluctantly withdraw my hands from her body. "Your wish
is my command". She looks back and treats me to an impish grin: "I like
the sound of that too".

It seems to take forever to reach the women's locker room, not helped by
the fact that all the way I'm treated to the sight of Suzanne's ass
cheeks swaying rhythmically from side to side within her shorts. I can't
help but recall the soft velvety texture of her flesh and the exquisite
taste within. I can't wait to explore her again. Also, there's the worry
that we'll be seen by a co-worker on the way. I mean, it makes a pretty
obvious picture; Suzanne in shorts and tee-shirt closely followed by a
guy with a hard-on that's threatening to bust out of his jeans.

We make it there unobserved, however. Suzanne makes a quick check inside
and gives me the all clear. As I walk into the locker room Suzanne is
already pulling off her clothes, with an urgency that suggests the
anticipation has been just as hard on her.

I pull her to me and kiss her long and deep. As our tongues explore each
other's mouths my hands rove over Suzanne's body; touching, caressing,
teasing. As my fingers gently explore her pussy I can feel her becoming
excited already, her vagina lubricating itself with oily secretions.

True to my word, I begin to lick Suzanne's skin clean. Starting from her
face; around her lips, along her nose and under her eyes. Using the
gentlest of touches I wash away the salty deposits of her dried sweat.
It's a tremendously erotic experience; Suzanne trusts me completely and
just stands there, eyes closed, breathing deeply, enjoying my
attentions. I spend some time on her earlobes (Suzanne's are very
sensitive) then move on down her neck, circling her body as I go.

For her back I use long, slow licks of my tongue, tracing vertical
slashes on her skin. At the same time I massage her body with my hands,
until her muscles go limp, no tension at all left in them. Suzanne
sighs, clearly enjoying being pampered in this fashion.

I work my tongue round to the side of her stomach. Suzanne shakes and
giggles; she's ticklish there. I take one of her hands in mine and hold
her arm up in the air so I can lick up into her armpit, where the taste
of her sweat is most intense. As I work my tongue against her skin, I
very gently tickle the palm of her hand with a free finger. My tongue
moves on up her arm and upon reaching her hand, swirls around her palm.
I suck her fingers into my mouth one at time, savoring the taste.
Suzanne suddenly grins and, reaching her free hand down to her pussy,
begins to push each finger in turn into her well lubricated hole. I take
that as my cue to start on her other arm. This time when I reach her
hand I am treated to a double taste treat; Suzanne's mingled sweat and
cunt juice. I suck on her fingers greedily, not wasting a drop.

From there it's onto the front of Suzanne's body and the glory of her
breasts. I take my time here, since I know Suzanne likes having her
nipples sucked. I tease her, moving my tongue in ever tightening circles
around her nipples, my lips just brushing their sensitive, crinkled
skin, but never actually fastening upon them. Suzanne becomes restless,
her hands moving to the back of my head and gently pulling me forward. I
relent and begin to play with her nipples in earnest, alternating soft
and hard sucking with gentle manipulations with my tongue. All the while
my hands caress her tit flesh and stroke her back.

As I move back and forth between her breasts, Suzanne's nipples first
harden and then become puffy; gorged with blood. She's really getting
turned on by my actions, so I move a hand to her crotch and begin to
gently rub her clitoris. A minute or so of this and I bring her to her
first orgasm of the night. Suzanne never really makes any noise when she
cums (or during sex at all, for that matter). Her orgasms are marked
only by a change in her breathing and the spasms of her muscles. I like
to slip a finger into her vagina as she cums, to feel her pussy walls
contract around me; grip, relax, grip, relax, again and again, gradually
diminishing in strength.

That little piece of fun has only created more sweat for my to clean up,
so I move on further down Suzanne's body, to her stomach. This holds a
special place in my heart, since it was here that my exploration of
Suzanne first started. I grasp a buttock in each hand then set to work;
first working my tongue over the taught skin of her tummy, then
wriggling into the tight hole of her bellybutton. Suzanne giggles again,
she doesn't really understand my fascination with her bellybutton, but
she's content to let me play.

I decide to skip the obvious erogenous zones for now and move directly
to Suzanne's legs. I get her to splay her feet wide apart so I can bring
my tongue to bear upon her inner thighs. These, along with the backs of
her knees, prove to be surprisingly sensitive. By the time I'm finished
tongue washing them, Suzanne is having trouble standing (it doesn't help
that I couldn't resist licking up the drops of her juice dangling from
her pouting pussy lips while I was down there). That fits right in with
my plans though; Suzanne has to sit down so I can lick her feet
properly.

I've never been much of a foot fetishist but, as I've said before,
everything about Suzanne delights and surprises me. So it's with great
relish that I take each foot in turn into my hands and subject it to a
careful tongue probing. Suzanne's feet weren't really dirty to begin
with, but by the time I'm finished they're as moist and pink as a
newborn's. She keeps her feet in good shape, the toes are well
manicured, and it's a delight to take each one into my mouth and suck on
it. I'm careful not to miss anything, wriggling my tongue into the gaps
between her toes. For her part, Suzanne appears to find the whole
experience relaxing. She slumps against the wall, breathing slowly, a
wistful smile upon her face.

She seems so peaceful that it would be shame to make her stand. So when
I'm finished with her feet I gently pull her hips forward a couple of
inches so that her pussy juts out over the locker room bench she's
sitting on. Thus prepared, I start my assault upon her vagina.

I've eaten Suzanne's pussy half a dozen times since my first sexual
encounter with her. I know how it looks, tastes, smells and feels under
my tongue. And yet each time is like the first, my excitement
undiminished and so intense that I could almost cum in my pants just
from tasting her. I will never grow bored with Suzanne's cunt, it is a
source of eternal pleasure for me. And for her as well, if the grinding
of her hips is any indication. Suzanne locks her legs round my neck,
pulling my face into her sweet twat so that it almost suffocates me.
What a way to die that would be! I can't imagine a sweeter death than
drowning in this girl's moist sex. But not today, I have other delights
planned.

Suzanne has had plenty of time to build up a surplus of vaginal fluid,
and I have my work cut out for me. I go at it with abandon, greedily
slurping and sucking away at her cunt, darting my tongue into her moist
tunnel. Suzanne has learned how to contract the walls of her vagina
around my tongue, giving it quick squeezes of encouragement. In return I
caress and suck at her clitoris, now stiff and erect like a little
prick.

Her hips have moved forward sufficiently for me to reach underneath her
pretty little ass and slide a finger up her anus. It slides in up to the
knuckle with almost no resistance. Suzanne and I have been practicing,
and her ass can now take up to three of my fingers at once. Her
sphincter still needs time to adjust however, so I add the fingers
slowly, one at a time, finger fucking her for a full minute between
insertions.

With three fingers up her ass and a tongue in her cunt, Suzanne is ready
to cum. She is biting her lip and arching her back, thrusting her pubic
mound into my face with short sharp stabs. But I'm not finished with her
yet. I pull my fingers from her ass and stop my vaginal manipulations.
Suzanne unlocks her legs from my neck and eyes me with a quizzical
expression as I look up at her.

"I want you to cum with my tongue in your ass". That puts the smile back
on her face. I lay down on the floor, cushioning my head with my hands,
and Suzanne squats above me. Slowly she lowers herself onto my face and
my tongue comes up to meet her, slithering gently into her open and
inviting asshole. As Suzanne begins a steady but subtle rocking motion,
my tongue begins once again on its delightful exploration of her butt. I
can feel Suzanne twist round slightly and I wonder what she's up to. She
grabs the hand that I was using to finger her ass and sucks the three
offending digits into her mouth. Now she's tasting what I'm tasting. I
can't believe the change in Suzanne since our first "encounter". She
enjoys the taste of her own body just as much as I do and throws herself
into the pursuit of sexual pleasure with a gusto that I previously
wouldn't have believed her capable of.

I continue to slide my tongue up and down inside Suzanne's anal tract,
lost in ecstasy. Indeed, on one occasion I tongued her ass for nearly an
hour, oblivious to everything except my tongue and her anus.

Suddenly Suzanne shifts her weight forward. I have to crane my head up
in order to keep my tongue within her. For a moment I wonder what is
happening; then I feel her hands moving over my crotch, her fingers
undoing my fly. This may sound strange, but up till now Suzanne has
never seen me naked or pleasured me directly. Our handful of sexual
liaisons have all centered around my manipulations of Suzanne's body,
something that satisfied me so deeply that I felt no need for more
direct stimulation.

But I'm certainly not about to complain. Suzanne's nimble fingers
finally succeed in loosing my penis from the confines of my lower
garments and it springs free into the air. I feel gentle fingers softly
stroking the shaft, a sensation so exquisite in my heightened state of
arousal that it's almost impossible to bear. I takes all my
concentration not to cum there and then. Worse is to come. The motion of
Suzanne's fingers on my dick become more focused, less gentle. She wraps
her hand around the shaft and begins a pumping motion. At the same time
I feel a set of fingers begin to explore my balls, gently fondling them.

The feelings I'm experiencing are intense, and it's becoming difficult
to maintain the rhythm of my tongue in Suzanne's ass. Not that she'd
notice anyway, she has found a new toy to play with. Just when I thought
the pleasure could not intensify any more, I feel the first brush of her
lips against the head of my penis. Suzanne very nearly has her first
taste of my cum there and then, but I manage to hold myself under
control once again (now is the time to think furiously of tax returns
and mortgage bills).

Her tongue darts out and briefly touches the tip of my cock, tasting the
pre-cum that has gathered there. It is withdrawn into her mouth for
analysis. I hope she likes the taste, she's going to get a mouthful of
it soon the way she's going.

Suzanne extends her tongue once more and begins to lick my shaft above
her pumping fist. She covers the surface of my prick with the same
attention to detail I paid to her body earlier, even pausing her
masturbation for a minute to lick the base of the shaft and take my
balls into her mouth (one at a time). On the next upwards lick, as her
tongue reaches the very tip of my cock, I feel her warm lips engulf my
penis and slide down its shaft. She only takes a couple of inches into
her mouth, but that's more than enough. I'm floating on a cloud of bliss
as her tongue gently but insistently explores my cock, focusing around
the glans, probing the tip.

Suzanne begins to suck gently on my cock whilst intensifying the pumping
of her fist around my shaft. As her sucking becomes more urgent, I can
finally take no more. My balls have been preparing for this moment for
some time now, and my semen basically erupts into her mouth. I guess
Suzanne manages not to gag, because I don't feel the suction let up, not
for a single second. Greedily, Suzanne sucks the last of the cum from my
prick, continuing to masturbate me until she's sure I'm empty. Once my
cock softens, I feel her slide her lips from me and once again her
tongue is licking my shaft, searching for any last traces of semen.

All I want to do is lie there, stupefied with pleasure. But I have a job
to finish. With renewed vigor I remount my attack on Suzanne's anus. She
sits back a little to give me easier access. Suzanne likes her ass
tongued, but it's rarely enough to bring her to orgasm, so I apply my
fingers to her cunt once more. She's sopping wet, no doubt aroused by
the sucking off that she's just given me. It turns out to be quite
difficult for me to finger her effectively given the position we're in,
so Suzanne takes over, her fingers replacing mine in her moist cunt.

She's in a hurry, and brings herself to orgasm in under a minute. As
ever, the sensation of my tongue deep within Suzanne's anus as she cums
is incomparable. My lips hard against her asshole, I even manage a few
thrusts of my tongue during her orgasmic contractions.

When she's finished, Suzanne lifts herself up, my tongue slipping out of
her ass, turns around and lies down on top of me. She kisses me and I
discover she has a little surprise in store. She has retained a quantity
of my cum in her mouth, so as we kiss we can both taste the fruits of
our own bodies. My cum is salty but not unpleasant. I guess Suzanne must
like the taste, because my limp dick has been cleaned spotless.

"Hmmm. Now it's my turn to compliment you on your taste", says Suzanne
as she levers herself into a standing position. "Time for that shower
now, I think. Care to join me?".

I don't really need to think about the answer to that one. I follow
Suzanne towards the nearest shower stall, shedding clothing as I go. By
the time I join her, she has already started to soap herself down. I
help her out, my fingers gently soaping and washing the parts of her
body that I so recently licked clean with my tongue. I pay careful
attention to my favorite parts of her anatomy; her pussy and ass. I
gently probe them, being careful not to get any soap into the more
sensitive areas, where it might sting.

For her part, Suzanne explores my body with her fingertips. Her hands
eventually come to rest on my manhood, and she starts to play with me. I
begin to stiffen again. Straight away Suzanne drops to her knees and
with no warning pops me into her mouth. This is the first time I've
actually seen Suzanne suck my prick and the sight of her lips stretched
around my shaft (which has rapidly become fully erect again) is almost
too much to bear. Suzanne's not playing around this time, she goes at my
dick like a steam engine, her head bobbing back and forth, taking my
cock a little deeper into her throat each time. Either she's a quick
learner or she's done this before, because before long she's taking my
entire length in her mouth (mind you, that's not necessarily a major
feat, I'm not that long).

Despite my recent orgasm, I'm almost ready to cum again. I can feel my
muscles tighten, ready to blast another load of cum down Suzanne's
throat. But again Suzanne surprises me. Sensing my imminent ejaculation,
she pulls her mouth from my dick and stands up.

"Right. Now you're prepared, I want you to do something for me". I look
at her expectantly. "Of course", I say. "Anything you want".

"I want you to fuck me in the ass. With your prick this time". I'm
stunned. I mean, I haven't even fucked her in the conventional manner
yet. But I'm also excited. This is more virgin territory for me to
explore. My cock is longer and thicker than my tongue or fingers. It
will fill her more completely, reach further into the depths of her
bowels than ever before. How can I refuse?

"It'll hurt, I don't have any lubrication with me".

"Don't worry about that, your tongue and fingers have stretched me
nicely. Here, let me lube your cock up, if you promise not to cum just
yet". So saying, Suzanne moves towards me and impales her pussy on my
outstretched rod. She's taking a big chance, the feel of her silken
tunnel around my engorged shaft, coupled with the surprise element of
her attack, almost leads to disaster. She fucks herself on my cock with
a couple of quick thrusts of her pelvis then pulls back. Sure enough, my
cock is now glistening with her natural lubricant.

Suzanne steps out of the shower and throws some towels on the floor. She
kneels on all fours and sticks her butt into the air. Craning her head
round she looks at me and gives a mischievous grin. "Come on, get stuck
in". She puts her arms behind her and pulls her buttocks apart to reveal
her waiting asshole. It's still partly open on its own accord, due to my
earlier explorations with fingers and tongue. I can't help but stand and
admire it for a few seconds. I can hardly believe what I'm about to do.

I half squat behind Suzanne and place the tip of my cock against her
entrance. I push forward slowly and the head disappears inside with
surprising ease. Encouraged, I begin to push further up her ass. Here I
meet much firmer resistance. Even with all the finger fucking we've been
doing, Suzanne's ass is incredibly tight. Knowing how delicate the anal
membranes are, I move forward incredibly slowly, applying gentle but
continuous pressure. Suzanne makes no noise, but it looks like she's
gritting her teeth against the pain.

"Are you OK?", I ask. "Fine", she gasps, "Keep going, it'll get easier.
I hope".

I renew my efforts and am rewarded with inch after inch of penetration.
After five minutes or so I am finally embedded up to my balls in
Suzanne's ass. Looking down it's a wonderful sight, Suzanne's once tiny
asshole stretched tightly around the base of my rod. I wish Suzanne
could see it, I'm sure she'd be proud of her feat. It feels wonderful
too. Apart from the incredible tightness, the feeling of being clamped
in the vice of Suzanne's anus, her anal tract is wonderfully warm,
almost hot.

I withdraw with considerably greater ease than I gained entry. Suzanne
lets out a breath and visibly relaxes. "Ready?", I ask. She nods in
reply and braces herself once again.

This time as I penetrate her the going is a little easier, but I still
keep the pace down. I can see that I am still hurting her but she's
trying not to show it. I keep up the cycle of penetration and withdrawal
for maybe ten minutes, until my entry's as easy as it's going to get.
Her anal muscles are nicely relaxed, but what's coming next is still
going to hurt.

"Are you sure?", I ask her one last time.

"Yes, I want you to cum in my ass. Make it quick though".

I take a deep breath then plunge my cock into Suzanne's rectum in one
smooth motion. A small cry of pain escapes her lips. I pull back then
plunge once again, this time eliciting merely a grunt. I proceed to fuck
Suzanne's ass in long slow strokes, reveling in the tightness, in the
way it looks to see my cock disappear into her body. I love the feeling
of exploring Suzanne's inner regions, of going somewhere nobody has been
before.

I pick up the pace and begin to pound into Suzanne's ass with some force
and speed. As my balls slap against her asshole on each stroke, I can
hear her mutter "Fuck" under her breath. She's going to have some
trouble walking after this, I can tell.

I'm getting close now, I can feel my balls beginning to boil. One last
thrust up to the hilt and I explode inside her. I spurt load after load
of seed into her bowels, more cum than I knew I had left. I keep my cock
buried in her ass until my orgasm subsides. When I withdraw, a dribble
of cum leaks from her asshole. Almost automatically I bend down and
thrust my tongue into her, tasting myself in her ass. I place my lips
round her asshole and suck out a small mouthful of cum.

Suzanne rolls over on her back, sore but smiling. I lie next to her and
hold her in my arms as we kiss, delivering my little gift to her.

"That was interesting", she says. "We'll have to try that again. But not
today". She winces in pain. "And probably not tomorrow either".

I smile back at her, "That's OK, I'm sure we can think of something we
can do".

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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Author: Julian Coreto
Title: Alan
Part: 7
Summary: On a trip into Manhattan Alan discovers, then steals, the Ring
of Ko'un-Zir at the Met. Kate's boyfriend discovers the truth about her
and Alan.
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Chapter 7 The Ring (No, not THAT one)

The sun was shining high over the horizon as Alan navigated his mom's
Volvo through the streets of Manhattan. They had come over the Triboro
bridge and Alan elected to head downtown through the streets instead of
taking the FDR Drive. At the corner of Second Avenue and 79th Street he
made a right turn and aimed the car towards Central Park, turning north on
Madison Avenue. He found a spot on East 81st Street, less than a half a
block for the museum.

They met Nina and baby Shara in the Stanhope Hotel, where they were
going to have lunch. The hotel is directly opposite the Met, and Nina and
the baby were waiting in the lobby for them. After a pleasant lunch they
crossed to the other side of Fifth Avenue and entered the museum. Alan's
mom was keen to see a visiting exhibition of the works of the 19th Century
British photographer Benjamin Brecknell Turner, and they started out in
that gallery. Alan had been to the Met a number of times over the years,
and remembered that they had an Assyrian collection, so he excused himself
from his mom and Cousin Nina, and told them he'd catch up with them later.
Both he and his mom carried cell phones, and they would be able to remain
in contact.

Alan went to the second floor, and headed over to the south wing. There
were a number of enormous stone tablets depicting Assyrian battle scenes,
but looking at the dates on the labels Alan saw that they were dated much
to early to be related to the Seed of Paishiya'uvada. In the next room
Alan peered into the various glass display cases. One of the objects
caught him up short. There was a ring, and Alan thought it was glowing.
Funny, the guy standing next to him didn't seem to see the glow. Alan
asked him about it, and the guy gave him a funny look. Alan really wanted
to see this ring, to touch it, maybe even slip it over his finger. He
summoned a guard over to the case and asked him to open the case, but the
guard didn't have the key. That made sense; what kind of a museum give out
master keys to security guards? The guard told him that he would have to
speak to someone in the curatorial staff to get the case open, and
helpfully, he spoke into his radio and asked his dispatcher to get someone
from the Near East department to come meet Alan in the gallery.

Alan walked around the rest of the other cases in the gallery, peering
into them intently. No other object seemed to give off a glow, and he
hastened back to have another look at the ring. He read the label next to
it. In his first look he had missed it, distracted by the glow. The ring,
according to the label, was a sixth century B.C.E. signet ring belonging
to the prime minister in the court of Darius the Second. Shortly a man
from the curator's office arrived, from the Near East Division. He
introduced himself as Dr. Neil Swindon-Smythe. About thirty years old,
and speaking with a British accent he explained that the ring used to have
two parts, and that the seal had never been found. Evidently, all orders
and official documents of the empire were affixed with the courtly seal,
which had been attached to the ring, the prime minister dripping a bit of
hot wax on the parchments and then pressing the seal to it. It was found
in a crypt, and markings etched into the wall of the cave indicated that
the occupant was the vizier of Darius the Second, a man called Kanteer.

"Ko'un-Zir," Alan thought to himself, "That's Ko'un-Zir's ring." Alan
asked how the museum acquired it.

"Well, it's not particularly valuable. The ring was found during a dig
in what is now Iraq. It was an international expedition undertaken in the
1940s, and I believe that the team that unearthed the grave was led by a
Swiss archeologist named Jean-Pierre Massimo. He was a famous researcher,
and we have a number of his finds in our collection. This ring was found
by him on one of his earliest expeditions, before he really made a name for
himself. Because this museum was one of the underwriters of the dig we
were allocated a share of the finds. The Kanteer Ring is not considered a
very important piece. If it had been found intact that would make it a
completely different story. Most of the time we don't even display it. It
is one of the many Assyrian pieces put out in rotation to fill the cases."

Alan sent him a mental command, and he unlocked the case and handed him
the ring. In his hand the ring seemed to vibrate, and the glowing became
more pronounced. Alan and the man walked back to his office, and Alan
ordered the man to delete all references to the Ring of Kanteer from the
inventory databases. As he was walking out Dr. Swindon-Smythe came up to
him and presented Alan with a business card. Alan considered slipping the
ring on his finger right then and there, but because of the trance he had
fallen into in his room last weekend he figured it would be better to wait
until he was home. Slipping it into his pocket he was surprised that it
continued to vibrate gently against his thigh.

He met up with his mother, and then drove her, Nina, and the baby to
Nina's apartment on the Upper West Side. He parked the car in a garage and
headed for the nearest subway station, catching an uptown local at Broadway
and 72nd Street. Ten minutes and six stops later got out at 116th Street,
and once he reached the top of the stairs he found himself just outside the
gates of the university. He presented himself at the admissions office,
and was delighted to find that a tour of the campus was set to begin in
less than a half an hour. He had taken this tour last fall, but now that
he was admitted he paid closer attention. They hit the major highlights,
the library and some of the academic buildings, plus a look inside one of
the dorms. When it was over Alan asked the guide where the bookstore was.
He wanted to buy a sweatshirt, and he also needed some books.

Twenty minutes later Alan walked back to the subway, carrying his
bundles. In one bag was the sweatshirt and one of those rear-windshield
stickers for his car. In the other bag was a hardback copy of the complete
stories of Jorge Luis Borges, and a few books on the Ancient Near East.



He headed over to Nina and her husband's apartment. He had called his
mom before descending into the subway, and she told him that dad was still
busy at work, and they would meet up with him some time after seven. Alan
and his mom decided to have the dinner at El Faro, an old Spanish
restaurant in Greenwich Village that was a family favorite. Nina and her
husband Jack joined them. Jack and his dad worked at the same firm; Jack
was a fresh-out-of-law-school associate when Alan's dad introduced him to
his niece Nina, and they had married less than a year later. All through
dinner the ring vibrated in Alan's pocket.

When he got home he was hesitant about putting it on. Perhaps it would
be a mistake. Better first to read more about the Ancient Near East in the
books he had bought.



Alan slept late the next day, not rising until well after ten o'clock.
He had stayed up very late reading his new books. The Borges story, "Tlon
Uqbar, Orbis Tertius," was interesting but not terribly informative to his
situation. It centered on the discovery by Borges and his friend Adolfo
Bioy Casares of a magical land. They never actually visited this place,
but rather read about it in books. It turned out in the end that he whole
thing was a fraud devised by a vast conspiracy. Smerdis was mentioned,
though only in passing, and the imprint of the conspirators was called
Orbis Tertius.

In his other books Alan read that there was a rebellion against the rule
of Cambyses II and that his brother Smerdis had crowned himself in his
place. Later Smerdis was killed by a detachment of seven Persian men.
Smerdis was killed in secret, and no one outside the palace knew the rebel
king was dead. When Cambyses II left to put down a disturbance in Egypt, a
pretender who claimed to be Smerdis, a man named Gaumata, seized the vacant
throne. Cambyses II died in his travels and was succeeded in election by
Darius II, son of Hystaspes, also known as Devaryesh, and the new king had
Gaumata and his Magian followers put to the sword. They day of the
slaughter was known as Magophonia, from the Greek magosphonos, or "Magi
Slaughter."

Alan thought about the ring, but left it in his desk drawer. He could
swear he could hear it buzzing in the drawer all the way over on the other
side of the room.



Around Tuesday in the late morning Kate watched from the front window as
Chad pulled out and drove off; as he made the turn out of the driveway he
thrust his arm out the window and waved. They had just had an argument
about Alan; Kate denied that she and Alan had something going on. Chad,
after a long round of convincing, sort of believed her, and they kissed and
made up. The past couple of days, since the big party, Kate spent some
time thinking about her "relationship" with Alan, and she had come to some
conclusions.

Alan made her feel good, made her engines roar. She didn't want to be
his girlfriend, she just wanted him to touch her. She certainly wasn't in
love with him, he was just the most amazing fuck any girl could hope for.
She also knew she wasn't in love with Chad, but he was good "arm candy,"
that is to say that he was the proper kind of guy for a girl like her to
have as a boyfriend. Kate was considered one of the prettiest girls in
school, if not the most pretty, and it just seemed to be proper for the
prettiest girl to date the football captain. They were the favorites to be
chosen the king and queen of the senior prom. She didn't want to walk down
the halls of the high school holding hands with Alan Marshall, not because
she didn't like him, but rather that she would rather just fuck him.

Alan wasn't a geek or anything, and many of her friends thought he was
very good-looking, but he wasn't a member of the high school elite, and
they disdained him. He was on the school newspaper all of his four years
in high school, and that crowd had never been considered among the coolest.
His famly didn't have less money than hers, but he didn't live on the Hill,
and he didn't drive a fancy car. (Chad had a BMW.) He wasn't on student
council, nor did he play any sports. On top of all that he was a relative
newcomer to the town. Sure, he had lived here since he was ten years old,
but many in the in-crowd had been in school together since kindergarten.

"Still," Kate thought as she watched Chad's car move off in the
distance, "he can do things to my body that no one else can." So it was
decided: she would keep dating Chad, and keep fucking Alan. She would even
fuck Chad once in a while to placate him, though she imagined that she
would have to keep her eyes closed and her mind focused on Alan to even
hope to have an orgasm with Chad. Without even thinking about what she was
doing, she went into the house and dialed Alan's cell phone.
Alan told her to come on over to his house, as his mom was going out to
a garden club meeting, and his dad wasn't going to be home for hours. "I
have a surprise for you when you get here slut.' She almost bolted out the

door.



In the car on the way over her cell phone rang and she reached to the
dash to key the phone which was lodged in the hands-free unit. It was her
friend Suzy Cormier, and she was calling about Alan and Chad. Suzy was a
insidious gossip, and had known that Chad was going over to her house that
morning to confront her about Alan.

"So Kate, you and Chad bust up?"

"No. Where did you hear that one?"

"I heard he was pissed off about you hanging out with Alan Marshall.
What is up between the two of you? You drove up to Geoff Sherman's in his
car, and a couple of weeks ago we saw you two together at the mall."

"Suzy, it's nothing. Really. Nothing. My mom and dad made me go to
the mall with Alan. He and Pauline were going together, and I wanted to go
in my own car, but my folks insisted Alan drive me because I fainted the
day before. And the other day, you know, at the party, I didn't want to
drive because of the beer, and Chad had gone over early to help Geoff set
up. So when Alan offered Pauline a ride I asked if I could tag along."

"So you're not fucking Alan? 'Cause that's what we all think."

"No. No, I'm with Chad," she responed vehemently.

"Well, if you were fucking Alan I couldn't blame you. He may not be
'one of us,' but he's kinda cute. I wonder if he's seeing anyone? I
wouldn't kick his tight body outta my bed, huh?"

"I, uh, I think he and Pauline are getting back together." Kate did not
want Suzy anywhere near Alan. Though Suzy was her friend she was also a
tramp; Suzy was known to put out on the first date, often. "Ah, the perils
of not being as pretty as me," Kate thought to herself. Though Suzy was
pretty, she wasn't nearly as good-looking as Kate or her kid sister. It's
not that she would be jealous if Suzy made a play for Alan, but she didn't
want him to have any distractions. She needed Alan to be there for her,
and it was better to have Suzy think that Alan was dating Pauline than to
have her on the prowl for him. "Anyway, Pauline's a virgin, so Alan would
have plenty of energy left to satisfy me after their dates," Kate thought.
"I'm going to encourage both of them to start dating again." She had no way
of knowing that Alan and her sister already had planned a date for that
night.



She ended her conversation with Suzy as she pulled up to Alan's house,
pleased with her scheming. Mrs. Marshall was pulling out as she parked on
the road, and they waved at each other as Alan's mom drove off. Alan was
waiting for her on the front porch, and she threw herself at him.
Embracing him around his torso she rubbed her body up and down against his.
"You seem happy, slut," he said to her.

"Yes Alan, I'm your slut," she panted back. He pulled her into the
house, and led her to his bedroom. Sitting down on his bed she picked up
the book next to her. "Hmm, doing a little light reading? The book was
titled, "Assyrian Origins: Discoveries at Ashur on the Tigris."

"Recently I've become very interested in ancient Babylonia. You know,
their fertility rites were very complex."

"You'll have to tell your slut all about them. But later." Kate was
peeling off her clothes as she answered him, and by the time she had
finished she was sitting on his bed clad only in a pair of skimpy black
bikini panties. Alan approached her and cupped her breasts, his fingertips
stroking her ringed nipples. Kate purred and leaned back, lying flat
against his bed, her head propped up on his pillows. Alan hooked his
thumbs under the strings at the sides of her panties. Kate liked this part
best--when Alan first touched her. Just the feel of his hands on her body
made her somewhat light-headed, and she felt as if Alan was taking
possession of her. As he eased her panties down Kate's breath caught in
her throat, and she looked up at him with awe in her eyes.

"My, my, my. I see a little growth on the field," he said apprising her
now exposed pubis. "Do you think we should do something about it right off
the bat, or wait until later?"

Kate's breathing increased, and she couldn't answer. She knew that by
not responding Alan would decide for her, and she wanted that. Better to
leave all decisions to him; it was better for her that way, and it
increased her feelings of submission. Submitting to Alan was a big part of
the turn-on, she was coming to understand.

Alan returned with a towel and a sleep mask. He blindfolded Kate and
put the towel under her ass. He cupped her mound with his hand and began
to rub it vigorously, and the short hairs on Kate's pussy began to fall out
where he touched her. His hands were all over her body from the neck down.
Everywhere he touched he used the Seed to kill the hair follicles under her
skin. Soon he had finished her legs and underarms, and he turned her over
to complete the task. He also made her more responsive, but only to his
touch. He dipped his fingers into her mouth, butt, and pussy, and then
used the Seed to implant within her a command to orgasm whenever her came
in any of her orifices.

He was about to remove the blindfold when he remembered the purchase he
had made at the sex shop. Opening his armoire he pulled the brown paper
bag from the top shelf. He removed one of the three butt plugs from the
bag and went into the bathroom to get some vaseline. Kate hadn't moved an
inch since he had gotten off the bed. He could see that she was very
aroused, moisture visible on her labia. Her legs were spread in a V and
her butt was arched upwards, her tits mashed into the mattress. "Are you
ready for the surprise?" he asked, and Kate whimpered in response. Alan
sat next to her supine form and placed the tip of his index finger against
her tight rosebud. Greased with vaseline it almost slipped in right away,
but he held it steady, wanting to tease her.

"Do you know what a dildo is, slut?"

"Yes," she whispered in her little-girl tone of voice.

"Have you ever heard of a butt plug?" She hadn't, but she could use her
imagination. She just nodded.

"I have a butt plug for you, and it had some amazing abilities, but I'll
let you discover most of them on your own. First things first. If you
agree, I am going to place the plug into you soon. You are not to remove
except under the following conditions. When you need to go to the toilet
you must first be sitting on the seat before you take it out. You have one
hour to put it back in, so you can have it out for gym class and the shower
afterward. You must sleep with it every night, and in the morning you can
take it out before you shower to wash it. If you break these rules you
will suffer the consequences, but I wont tell you what they are. I will
only insert the plug if you agree, and if you don't want it, don't worry.
The decision is solely in your hands. I'm going to go downstairs now for
five minutes to give you time to think." He shut the door behind him and
went to the kitchen table, grabbing a soda on the way.



Kate's purse was in the kitchen, and he opened it and took out her cell
phone. Scrolling through the entries in her cell phone's phone book he
selected Chad's home number and called him.

"Chad, Alan Marshall here," he began after Chad's mom had called Kate's
boyfriend to the phone, "I understand you are mad at me because of Kate Van
Devanter. I think we should talk about it. I want to explain to you what
is going on between me and her."

"Look Alan, I'm not sure that's such a good idea. You know me, I'm
pretty laid back for a football jock, but something about you, and
especially the idea of you near my girlfriend, pisses me off. We've always
got along. Remember last year when we were chem lab partners? We never
once got on each other's nerves, but something about this is different."

"Yeah, Chad, I understand. But if you come over to my house right now
I'll make it so you understand about me and Kate. See, dude, I'm not
trying to steal your girlfriend. I'm just trying to help her with some
things. Come on over. I'll show you. She's here right now."

"She is?" Chad was angry. They had fought that morning about her
spending time with Alan, and here it was not even lunchtime yet and she was
already at his house! Chad wasn't a particularly violent person, but his
juices were boiling at the thought of Alan Marshall and Kate alone
together. "I'll be right over." His voice had hardened, but Alan foresaw no
problems in keeping him under his control using the power.

Chad lived only a few minutes away by car, five by Alan's estimation,
but he wasn't surprised to hear a knock on the front door in less than
three. As he opened up he placed Chad in a kind of waking trance. Chad
would remember everything he was to see today, but he wouldn't be allowed
to make any movements or speak aloud, or even tell anyone anything about
what he was about to wittness. "Welcome. Kate's upstairs in my bedroom
waiting for us. Follow me."



Chad's eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw Kate lying naked
and facedown on Alan's bed, her eyes covered. Alan led Chad to the desk,
and had him sit quietly in the chair. He put a finger up to his own pursed
lips and smiled at Chad, though even without seeing this cue Chad would
have been unable to make a sound.

"So slut, the five minutes are up. Have you reached a decision?"
Actually, more than five minutes had elapsed since Alan went downstairs,
but a blinded Kate had no way of knowing it. Each minute had seemed like
an eternity to her because she had come to her decision immediately. She
wanted the plug, and had known so even before Alan had closed the door
behind him. Her anticipation was killing her, and the wait had seemed like
forever. She lifted her head off the bed and nodded.

"You may speak. Do you want the plug and the responsibilities entailed
with it?"

"Yes Alan. Please put your plug in my ass."

"Why, slut? Why should you have my special toy. Now you must convince
me."

"You know why," she whispered.

"That's not very convincing. You're on the debating team, aren't you?
Give me some reasons to bless your body with my toy."

"I need it Alan. Please! I-I-I'm your slut. My b-b-body belongs to
you. All my pleasure is y-y-yours to give. I need your toy in me. I am
your toy--a toy for you to play with. Please! Give your sex toy slut a
toy for her ass. I need it. PLEASE!" Her body was shaking as she degraded
herself verbally. Like all of the degradations she took from Alan, having
to beg for the butt plug was causing her to become aroused.

Alan took the plug out of his pocket and rubbed it with some vaseline.
He inserted it slowly, and Kate gasped at the penetration. Just as he let
go of it it began to vibrate. It wasn't a vibrating model, but Alan had
modified it with is power to animate it whenever her wanted to. Quickly he
increased the frequency of the vibration, and Kate began to approach climax
within a minute of insertion. He reached under her to get at her clit,
sending a mental command for her to orgasm when he touched it.

"Yesssss," she hissed. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you
for giving me your toy. I love it Alan, I love when you play with me, when
you touch my slutty body." Alan turned her over and laid her down on her
back. He disrobed facing Chad so he could see his long cock. Chad's eyes
widened even farther upon seeing it, and he was amazed at the power of
Kate's orgasm, never before seeing her in such ecstasy. Alan got between
her legs and drove his dick up her pussy in one fast stroke. Kate began to
moan uncontrollably as he fucked her, and Chad couldn't take his eyes off
of them, stunned by the sight of her jerking body, and transfixed by the
rings in her nipples.

"Ohmigod, I'm coming again!" Kate screamed, and Alan pulled out, placing
the head of his penis against her lips. She took the head into her mouth,
sucking him in and running her tongue around the shaft. Alan shot his load
into her mouth and throat, and Kate smacked her lips with relish, savoring
his taste. When he turned to look at Chad he could see him staring at her
pussy, astounded that she was now hairless.

Alan got off the bed, and told Kate not to move. He pulled on a pair of
pants and a shirt, and then walked Chad downstairs. "So Chad, do you
understand why I need to help Kate?"

He allowed Chad to speak. "Bastard! I don't understand what the hell
is going on, but I'm going to rip you a new one right now."

"No you're not Chad. Listen to me. Kate needs me to fuck her because
you can't make her come. Get this straight: you are no longer allowed to
have sex with her. Only I can touch her in that way." Chad nodded, not
knowing why he was agreeing to this. "You will continue to be her
boyfriend, but you will bring her to me when I want her. You will tell no
one of this arrangement. Now we're going back upstairs. You will take off
Kate's blindfold and explain to her how things are going to be. Ready?"

Chad wanted to beat the shit out of Alan, but for some reason he
silently followed him back up the stairs, seething. He walked over to
Kate, admiring her body. She looked so fucking hot. Those nipple rings
were really sexy, and the shaved pussy was a major turn on. He couldn't
believe what he was about to do.

"JESUS! Chad! What are you doing here?" She could see Alan standing
behind him, but her brain couldn't process the situation. Her boyfriend
had just caught her naked in another person's bed, and he seemed carefree.
She had no idea that Chad was boiling beneath his calm exterior, and was
only composed because of Alan's power. Chad took her hand in his and
spoke.

"Uh, Kate, I'm not sure exactly what is going on, but Alan and I have
been talking."

"W-w-what have you been talking about?" She was frightened beyond
belief.

"Alan, uh, told me that you've been having trouble, well, uh, orgasming,
and he's been, uh, helping you. Is this true?"

"Yes, honey. Alan's been helping me with, eh, ah, that problem." She
began to cry softy

"So you've never had an orgasm with me?" he asked resignedly.

"No," she sobbed, "Never."

"And you want to keep on fucking Alan?" he asked with a hint of
bitterness creeping into his tone.

"Yes," she sobbed harder, "Yes, I need him to touch me. He makes come
every time he touches me. He make me feel so good. It's like a drug. I'm
addicted to the orgasms, and I can't give them up.

"OK, then," Chad replied. "Do you want to break up with me? You don't
have to, you know. Alan told me it was OK with him if we kept dating, and
I promise not to tell anyone about the two of you, and nothing about your
nipples and shaving."

Kate gasped in relief. "No," she whispered, "I still want to date you
as long as I can have sex with Alan."

Chad leaned over to kiss her, but reared back when he remembered he
wasn't allowed to do that. "OK, babe. I guess I'll call you tonight.
Bye." He let himself out of the room and left the house, thoughts of
violence bubbling In his brain, but knowing that he would never get to act
on them.



"What the fuck just happened?" Kate asked Alan, looking up at him from
the bed. The door had just closed behind Chad, and she was more puzzled
than she had ever been in her life.

"You know, that Chad's such an understanding fellow. I called him on
the phone so we could iron out any problems I was causing in your
relationship. I merely explained to him that you needed to be with me to
orgasm, and he took the news like a trooper."

"I, uh, I don't know what to say Alan."

"You could thank me." Alan was undressing as he answered her, and she
was spellbound by the vision of his naked figure.

"Thank you," she mumbled as if in a stupor. "Ohmigod, thankyou thankyou
thankyou," she moaned as he pushed his cock back into her spasming cunt.
After fucking her hard to two tremendous climaxes he reached down between
them and twisted the butt plug, and she began screeching, her pussy walls
clamping down on his invading shaft with great pressure, her head tilted
back against the bed, and her eyes rolled up to the back of her skull. She
passed out.



Leila was in heaven, and she could tell by just looking that Megan felt
the same way. The double-ended dildo, an eighteen inch monster was
completely buried between them. She had nine inches and Megan had the
same, and their pussy lips were pressed together tightly. Megan's feet
were in her line of vision, and she reached for her ankle, and brought her
toes to her lips. Megan gasped when Leila began sucking on her toes, and
in response she put her hand on Leila's ass and slowly began working a
saliva-soaked finger up her neighbor's butt. To tell the truth, they were
less neighbors than roommates. Since that night a couple of weeks ago they
had shared Megan's bed every evening.

"Oh God!" Leila cried, "I'm Coming!" Her boy convulsed and bucked, and
she lightly bit down on Megan's big toe. When she calmed down a bit she
began to shift her hips while holding the dildo tightly in her pussy.
Megan's end came out a few inches, and then Leila would slam it back in
hard. Megan soon had a shrieking orgasm of her own.

Alan was watching from the doorway, and his applause distracted Leila as
she weakly moved away from Megan, freeing herself from her end of the
dildo, but leaving Megan's half fully embedded. He went to the bed,
stripping off his clothes along the way. Leila pulled herself up on her
knees and hugged him around his torso, her tongue furiously licking at his
nipples. Alan dropped his arms and cupped her ass, getting a pleasant coo
in response. He could feel her rock-hard nipples pressed into his stomach,
and he brought his hands up to toy with them.

"Miss me?" he asked her.

"Mmmm," she answered, her mouth too busy around his nipples to give a
response.

"What about you?" he said, addressing Megan.

"Always, lover," she purred as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of
her wet channel.

Alan broke away from Leila's attentions and laid down on the bed. Leila
immediately started to get to work on his nipples again, but he turned her
over and positioned her over him, facing away. He lined up her rosebud
over the head of his cock and held her still. "Megan, I need you to get my
cock wet so I can take Leila's ass." Megan turned over, pulled the dildo
out of her hot pussy, and crawled across the bed to lick up and down Alan's
cock, and soon he was pushing slowly into Leila ass. Megan switched her
attentions to Leila's pussy, driving her tongue up Leila's cunt as far as
she could, and paying particular attention to her clit. She propped
herself up by placing her left palm flat on the bedspread, and used the
other the masturbate. Leila came almost at once, her tight ass compressing
and releasing around its hot invader, and her frantic screams echoing off
the bedroom walls.

"So good. So FUCKING GOOD. Take me Alan. Use me. Use My Hot Ass!
Your cock feels sooooo big. Uh uh uh uh yes, so good. Lick me, baby.
Lick my wet cunt. Lick me. LICK ME! So big in my ass, so big! Feels so
good. Yes yes YES YES. I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!
COMING COMING COMING! COMING!" She was bouncing up and down like a rag
doll, and when she reached her peak she passed out. This was the second
person that day who lost consciousness while being fucked by Alan, and it
made him feel good about himself. As he let go of Leila her body fell back
against his, and he gently rolled off of him and onto the bed. She curled
up and began to suck her thumb, just like after the first time he had
fucked her senseless.

Megan's whole body was trembling with desire, and both of her hands were
furiously working at her pussy, one pinching her clit, and the other
driving two fingers into her cunt like the pistons on a steam engine.
"Need some help there, Megan?" Alan asked, and she groaned as she pounced
on him, rapidly straddling him and placing the head of his dick against her
hot and slimy petals. She moaned even louder as she descended, his still
hard cock piercing the center of her being. As she vigorously bounced up
and down Alan grabbed her nipples and began twisting them gently, one
clockwise and the other counterclockwise. Megan came energetically but
never slowed her pace, riding through another blistering and mind-meltingly
good climax.

Alan rolled over and fell to the side of him. He positioned her on his
hands and knees and jammed his cock in her ass, pushing half his length in
on the first thrust. Megan yelped but instantly began to push her ass back
to him, eager for more his is dick in her tight hole. She was panting
loudly, and when Alan snaked an arm around her hip and started to finger
her clit she orgasmed again, with much more intensity than she had in the
first two he had blessed her with. She lowered her head to the blanket and
arranged it so she could look back at him. He shot her a debonair smile,
and she began to laugh, her cackles frequently interrupted by gasps and
groans, and less frequently by full-blown mind-shattering orgasms. Soon
she could no longer laugh, the moaning constant. When Alan came in her ass
she had one of her biggest climax yet, and her pussy actually spat juices,
soaking Alan's hand. Like Kate and Leila before her, Megan's eyes rolled
to the back of her head and she passed out. He reached over and rubbed the
moisture into Leila's face, and she whimpered slightly through her sleep.

Alan chuckled and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He was
drenched in sweat.



It was getting dark out and he didn't want to be late for his date with
Pauline Van Devanter, but before he left Megan's he had some business to
attend to. Both of the women were face down on the bed, their knees tucked
under and their asses in the air. First he worked the lubed butt plug into
Megan's ass, and then into Leila's. The rules were slightly different for
them. Like Kate, neither could remove the plug, but they could remove the
other's, as long as it was replaced before they went to sleep. Aside from
that, the restrictions were similar. As he left them he saw that neither
had shifted body position, but each had begun to twist and tug at the
other's new toy. As he was pulling his car out of his parking spot he
caused the plugs to start vibrating, and he could have sworn he heard
passionate screams come from the upstairs bedroom. It was probably his
imagination, he was too far away and his car filtered out too much of the
noise, but up in the bedroom the women did in fact start screaming at the
erotic sensations.
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