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My Friends the Allens -- Gravity (MF, rom)
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story contains a graphic account of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
= = =

"Come over," said Julie's voice on my answering machine when I
got home from work.  So I did.  I crossed town to the hotel,
went up to Seven, and used my key to unlock their door.

The girls were on the big white couch in the living room.
Twenty-year-old Julie sat at one end; her older sister Pat
lay stretched out, her head in Julie's lap.  When I walked in,
they were immersed in each others' eyes, lost in adoration,
one of Julie's hands gently stroking Pat's face, the other
down lower, stroking Pat's stomach and breasts through her
sweater.  They looked slowly away from each other, up at me.
Lovely lips curved in deep female smiles, and their eyes
caressed me alarmingly.

"Guess what?" said Pat.

"Ohmigod," I whispered.

We hugged, we laughed, we kissed, we talked, we made phone
calls.  Maybe we cried a little.  Then Julie went off to
write a letter, and Pat sat down at her desk to send some
mail.  I'm sitting in the armchair as she types.  Her face
is lush and lovely, her lips closed.  I want to touch her.
Her body is full and sexy in worn jeans and an old dark blue
sweater.  The jeans are almost white where they cover her
thighs and her pussy.  I imagine the warm fragrant skin of her
legs and her cunt, and my cock stirs.  Somewhere in there, in
the deep unknowable inwardness of her, things are happening.

I walk over and stand looking down at her.  She types another
paragraph, hits Send.  Looks up.

"Hi!" she says.  God, her face is beautiful.

"You're pregnant," I say, softly and stupidly.  She stands up
into my arms, her body just touching me, her breasts against my
chest.  "I know."  She raises her face to mine, our noses slide
familiarly past each other, our mouths touch.  Her lips are soft
and warm and yielding, and I close my eyes and kiss her for a
long time, breathing in the scent of her.

"And it's all your fault," she says softly when we finally move
apart.  I can't resist a jibe.  "How do you know?"

The slap is quick and almost gentle, perfectly aimed.  Her hand
makes a good loud sound against my cheek, and spins my head to
the side, but I keep all my teeth.  "You mean," I ask, "that
I'm the only person who's been in your pants these many months?"

She sucks her lower lip, that lovely muscular kissable lower
lip, into her mouth for a moment, considering.  "You're the only
man whose sperm has been anywhere near my womb the whole time."
I grin and slide my arms further around her.  "Good enough,"
I whisper, and close my mouth over hers again.  I squeeze and
caress her as we kiss, and she presses her body against me.

"You know," I say as her lips move over my chin, down my neck,
"it's really not fair."

"What?" nibbling on my ear and sliding her hands down my back.

"That slap.  What would you do if I slapped YOU like that?"
Her hands caress my ass, and she whispers in my ear.  "Well,
for one thing I would absolutely SOAK these panties."  Again
her lips are on mine, and my tongue slips into her mouth; she
sucks ardently on it, and moans.  I take her body firmly in
my hands, nuzzle and kiss her neck, slide my hands up to her
breasts.  Her breathing becomes faster, deeper.  "You gonna
slap me?" she whispers.

"I think I can find other ways to soak your panties."  Her
skin is warm and flushed and infinitely valuable; we take her
sweater off over her head, and I lower her back onto the rug,
my mouth on her skin and my hands undoing her jeans.  "God,"
she breathes as I slide them off, "why do I love fucking you
so much?"

Her bra comes off, and I kneel between her legs, running my
hands over her shoulders, her big firm breasts, soft dark
erect nipples, the golden smoothness of her stomach.  She
stretches her arms up over her head, showing her body off
for me; her panty is damp and fragrant as I slide it down her
legs.

"Because you love me," I say, savoring the words, stroking her
thighs, gently massaging her mons and the outer lips of her
cunt.  She sighs and rocks her hips upward, pressing against
my hand.  "Because I love you," she says, her eyes closed,
lips parted.  I get up long enough to get out of my clothes,
and I stand naked for a moment, admiring her stretched on
her back on the rug.  She grins at me and reaches out with
her legs, stroking the outsides of my thighs with her shins.
"Get back down here," she growls.

I lie on top of her and kiss her mouth, and she puts her arms
around me.  My cock, hard and erect now, slides up and down
the moist groove of her cunt.  "Mmmmm," she purrs, pressing up
against me, "mmmmm, come inside!"  She reaches down and guides
the head of my penis into her.  Slowly, looking into the happy
eager depths of her eyes, I penetrate her, the wet muscular
walls of her cunt sucking at me and welcoming me in.  We
smile at each other like idiots, and I laugh, and she
laughs, and her muscles squeeze me, and I gasp and she
laughs again.  Waves of pleasure begin flowing through us;
her lips part and I kiss her mouth again, and we move together.

"What a coincidence, I was just reading about this!"  Wrenched
back to reality by Julie's sudden casual voice, I almost pull
out of Pat's body, but Pat puts her hands on my ass and forces
me back down, back in, and I fuck her more deeply as her sister
goes on talking.  Julie has flopped down on the rug next to us,
holding an open "When You're Expecting" book.  She reads as my
penis plunges in and out of her sister.

"'Don't be afraid of intimacy while you're pregnant!  Unless
your doctor tells you that you have a special condition that
makes it inadvisable, you can enjoy sex right through the
ninth month.'"

Pat's hips rock faster under me, and she opens her mouth wide,
gasping and moaning as she begins to come.  I tighten the
muscles of my pelvis, keeping myself from coming, and running
my shaft up and down over her hard tender clit.  Julie
continues.

"'Cradled safe in your womb, the baby will not be disturbed
by intercourse, and it may even be soothed by the gentle
contractions of orgasm.'"  She looks up from the book, at
her sister's flushed breathless face, balanced on the edge
of climax as I move slowly in and out of her.  "Isn't that
nice, Sister?"  And Julie leans over Pat, lowers her face
and kisses her sister on the mouth, gently running her tongue
over Pat's lips.  With a long strangled gasp, Pat comes, her
cunt spasming around my cock, her hips moving in small urgent
circles, her muscles tensing in waves of ecstasy.  A few more
thrusts, and I feel the cum rising irresistably in me, and I
come also, exploding deep in Pat's vagina, looking down at
Julie's hair on Pat's face, Julie's mouth on Pat's lips, my
cock thrusting uncontrollably in and out of Pat's cunt as my
semen pulses out, deep in her warm fecund body.

Pat and I lie naked, damp, entwined on the rug.  Julie leafs
through the book, a quiet smug smile on her face.  I run my
hand up and down Pat's body, from her breasts, over the soft
curve of her stomach, to toy with the hair of her cunt.  Both
of us look over at Julie, then back at each other, smiling.

"You know where the handcuffs are," Pat says.  Julie turns and
looks at us, eyes wide, and I reach over and put my hand on her
ass, squeezing the firm young flesh through her thin cotton
dress.  This, surely, is paradise.


My Friends the Allens -- Gravity
by Mark Aster
The End
