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My Friends the Allens -- High Beams I
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where
vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common,
and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid.
The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try
this at home!
= = =

Mrs. Anderson was on my right.  She ate slowly and steadily,
and made smalltalk with the other guests.  I admired her in
sidelong glances; her long body, big breasts moving inside
her dress.  Her face long and odd, sharp nose, wide red
lips.  Her hand touched my leg now and then, and eventually
came to rest on my thigh.

"Would you like me to touch your penis?" she said softly.
I nodded.  Her fingers slid over my pants, between my legs,
up and down the stem of my cock, which hardened quickly
under my clothes.  She squeezed gently, and I gasped.

She opened the zipper of my pants, and slipped two
fingers in, touching me through the thin fabric of
my underpants.  I wanted to wrap my hands around her
tits, take her nipples into my mouth.  As her fingers
stroked up and down the length of my cock, her eyelids
lowered, and she sat at the table silently.  I thought
about her thighs and her cunt as my cock swelled and
twitched in her gentle insistent grasp.

Mrs. Anderson turned slightly in her chair and using both
hands she undid my pants completely and pulled my cock free.
It was very stiff, and slightly wet at the end.  She rubbed
the hot skin with her fingers, moving the thin outer layer
up and down over the sensitive ridges beneath.

"God," I whispered, "God that's nice."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, fuck," I breathed, "fuck I'm going to come if you keep
it up."

"Oooohhh," she purred, taking my cock in one hand and squeezing
hard.  I clenched the muscles in my groin to keep myself from
coming right there.  Her fingers were smooth and dry, moving
and moving on me.  My head went back and my eyes closed, and
my hips began to thrust against her hands.  She closed her
fist around my cock again and began to move it up and down,
faster and faster.

"Ahhh," I groaned, "ahhhhhh," clenching desperately against
the flow.  And then I let go, arching my back and grunting,
pushing myself into her fist, letting my cum explode up the
shaft and out into the air.  Two, three, four thick hot
streams of it tore their way out of me as Mrs. Anderson
continued to pump me with her fist.  I yelled out loud as
it soaked her fingers and splattered over the front of her
dress.

..........

The woman sitting on the hotel stairs was obviously drunk.
Her head lolled, her eyes were half-closed.  Her short
dress showed her legs, and she sat with her thighs parted.
She was wearing high stockings but no panties, and the
black bush of her pussy was visible to anyone coming up
the stairs.

I knelt in front of her and pushed her thighs apart.  She
leaned back on her elbows, looking at the ceiling.  Her
skin was hot and smooth under my lips.  I ran my tongue
around the tops of her stockings, tasting her thighs.
Then I opened my mouth and engulfed her cunt.  She
sighed deeply and thrust her hips forward at me.  I
sucked her clit and thrust my tongue far into the
warmth of her vagina, going in and out faster and
deeper as her breathing quickened and she began to
moan rhythmically.  When I suddenly pushed two fingers
up into her, she came, her legs wide apart and her
body straining at me.  I grabbed her ass and held her
thrashing body against my mouth until she stopped
shaking, then I undid my pants and slipped my cock
into her with a single long thrust.  She screamed,
but put her arms around me and kissed me hard on the
mouth, and as I fucked her the alcohol taste of her
long rough tongue filled my head.

......................................

She was going to give me head.  I lay down on the bed on
my back.  She took off her coat; in the plain cotton dress,
her body was thin and delicate.  When she reached up
behind her head to tie back her hair, her small breasts
pushed up against the fabric.  I smiled.

She sat down on the bed and touched the front of my
pajama bottoms, where my penis had already begun to swell.
She stroked it with the back of her hand, gently, and
it rose against her, stiffening as she watched it with her
big dark eyes.  With her other hand she undid the snap,
and I raised my ass off the sheets so she could slide
the bottoms down my legs and off.

She took my cock in one hand and bent her head down over
me.  I felt her lips open around me, and her mouth take
me in.  I groaned.  She squeezed the base of the shaft
with her fingers, and sucked at me with her mouth and
tongue, holding her head still.  She did that for a long
time, and my cock hardened and swelled in her mouth.  I
felt all my muscles tense and quiver, and my mouth opened.
My body bucked against her as she sucked and squeezed.

Then she raised her head slowly, her tongue and lips moving
up my penis.  She held my balls in her other hand, gently
cupping and warming them, squeezing gently as her mouth
lowered around my cock again.  "Ahrrrr," I gasped.  I thrust
my hips upward, but she raised her head at the same time,
sliding down over me slowly.  A few hairs, escaped from the
ponytail, tickled my groin.  I wanted to curse, to grab
her, to fuck her head and come that instant, but she just
sucked me into her, and her tongue caressed me, and I
took handfuls of the sheets and twisted on the bed.

Then she slipped her finger, wet with my sweat and her
saliva, down under my balls, pressed into the flesh
above my asshole, and began moving her head up and down
insistently, quickly, and my cock twitched and swelled
even bigger in her mouth.  Her finger pressed into me
again, and her mouth devoured me, and I came in her
throat, came again and again, and her other hand squeezed
me and I screamed as my cock slipped from her mouth
and my cum spurted out onto the sheets.

.............................................

She stood in front of the mirror with her feet apart,
in a tight white t-shirt and cotton panties.  She
put her hands on her stomach, with the fingers spread,
and slowly moved them up to her breasts.  Her breasts
as she held them in her hands were small and conical,
the nipples showing stiff though the fabric.  As I
came up behind her, naked, I saw her looking at her
breasts in the mirror.  I put my hands over hers and
pressed them against her body.  She signed and pushed
back against me, her ass against my groin.

I kissed her ear and moved my hands in circles over
her breasts.  She had taken her own hands from under
mine and rested them on her bare thighs.  I pinched her
nipples between my fingers and rolled them from side
to side.  She moaned and leaned her head back, her
mouth near mine.  "Do you love me?" she whispered.
I kissed her hard on the lips and pulled her back
against me, her breasts soft under my hands.  My
cock rubbed against the back of her panties.  "Will
you love me forever?"  I slipped my left hand down
across her stomach and between her legs, and she
shuddered.

"Forever," I said into her ear, and I pressed my finger
deep into the front of her panties, and she spread her
legs farther apart.  My other hand went up under her
t-shirt, and I stroked the bare skin of her breasts.
I circled my hips, pushing against her from behind,
pushing my penis between her legs, sliding it into the
heat of that tight smooth space between her inner thighs.
I squeezed her breasts and slipped my hand under her
panties, parting her labia and stroking the hood of
her clitoris.  She moaned and closed her eyes, and rocked
her body back and forth, her thighs sliding over my
cock and her pussy opening under my fingers.

I pushed my tongue between her lips and into her mouth
as her knees buckled.  She leaned back against me,
her body shaking, held up by my hands on her chest and
her cunt.  My fingers worked between her legs, sliding
deeper into the moist slot with each stroke.  Her hips
moved in rhythm with my fingers, and I pulled gently at
her nipples, first one then the other, and each time she
gave a sharp little cry into my mouth.

As she came, I kissed her harder and squeezed her body
back against me.  My cock was aching and purple between
her legs.

"Put it into me," she whispered, reaching one hand down
between her thighs to press my cock up against her
soaking panties, "put it into me now."

...............................................

When we were alone, she told me to sit down in the chair
facing the sofa.  "Don't be afraid," she said.  She took
off her jacket and dropped it on the floor.

She looked into my eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse and
unzipped her skirt.  Her breasts were large and pale in
the white bra.  She slipped off her shoes and wriggled the
skirt down her hips.  She took two steps forward and
put her hands under her breasts, lifting them and pushing
them toward me.  I felt my penis swelling.  Then she took
off the bra and panties, and she was naked.

She knelt between my knees and undid my pants.  Her mouth
was warm and soft around my cock.  Her lips made quiet
sucking sounds.  After just a minute, I was hard and
aching.  She stood and handed me the tube of oil.  Then
she walked to the table, her back to me, and bent over.
Her ass was round and soft, and I could see a few hairs
from her cunt in between her thighs.

I stood up and walked to her, putting my hands on her
buttocks.  "Go ahead," she said, her voice breathy.
I squeezed the oil out over my fingers, and coated my
penis.  My fingers on my erection felt good, and I
slid them up and down, feeling the stiffness.  Then
I put my fingers into her ass, coating the hot skin
around her hole.  "Push it in," she said, "come on."

My penis pressed between the slippery pads of her
buttocks and pushed against her anus.  She moved
her feet further apart and pressed her hips back
towards me.  My cock slipped out of place, sliding
deliciously up and down in the crack of her ass.
She growled in frustration.  I pulled back, and
pushed forward, and the head slipped into her.
"Ah," she sighed, "ah push it in."

Her ass took me in easily, the tight double ring of
muscle relaxing to let my cock pass, and then pulsing
around me as I slipped into her.  I thrust forward,
my hips against her buttocks, and she moaned.  I pulled
out and pushed back in, my hands gripping the soft
flesh of her sides, pulling her body up toward me.
As I fucked her ass slowly, and her breath became
ragged, I rubbed my hands over her sides and her
stomach, and squeezed her large tender breasts.
Her hand went between her legs, and she stroked her
pussy as my cock swelled and pulsed in her anus.

"Ah! Ah! AAHH!" she rocked foward with her fingers in her
cunt and my penis in her ass, and she came in sharp waves.
I dug my fingers into her sides and groaned as her flesh
contracted around me.  She was so tight I thought I might
not be able to come, but my muscles tensed and without warning
I shot into her suddenly.  She gasped and cried out again,
and I felt her ribs under my fingers as I came.

...............................................

High Beams I
by Mark Aster
The End

