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My Friends the Allens -- Inaugural
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story contains graphic accounts 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.
= = =

The champagne sparkled.  Pat, slightly tipsy and slurred,
partly from the alcohol but mostly from the atmosphere, stood
up and raised her glass.  "Tonight," she declared, "it 'as
been two months since the kindly Doctor Price gave me the
shot and reversed my contras.  I am no longer a fallow field;
tonight, I am FERTILE!"

I applauded from the rug.  Her younger sister Julie, twenty
going on twenty-one, clapped also, although perhaps not as
loudly.  Pat tipped back the glass and gulped the champagne
down like beer, her hair loose and falling down her back, her
body solid and female in a loose sweater and jeans.  Then she
fell back down onto the couch, her eyes smiling, looking into
mine.  I felt my body responding.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," said Julie.  Pat and I
both turned instantly to look at her.  It could have been a
reasonable thing to say, but she said it quietly, too quietly,
and her voice caught just a bit.  Walking too fast toward the
stairs, her long legs in a thin cotton dress, her face averted,
she was fragile and young.  I reached out toward her, but Pat
beat me to it.  She grabbed Julie by the back of her dress,
both hands full of fabric, and threw her down onto the rug on
her back.  Julie shouted in pain and indignation as Pat pinned
her shoulders to the ground and kissed her solidly on the mouth.

"You are NOT going to walk out on this, Little Sister!" Pat
bellowed, "You are my sister and my lover and you've promised
to be this child's second mother.  Do you plan to throw ME
out when YOU get knocked up?"  Julie pressed her eyes closed
and shook her head from side to side, tears streaming over her
cheeks and wetting Pat's face.  She reached up and took Pat's
face in her hands, and kissed her hot but tender on the mouth,
and their bodies moved together on the rug, Pat's big round
breasts pressing against Julie's slim body through their
clothes.

A lovely sight.  "Take off your clothes," I said.  The girls
looked up at me in surprise.  "Both of you, take off your
clothes.  I will sit here and imbibe more alcoholic beverages."

Julie looked at Pat.  "Some male fertility thing," she said.
"Definitely," agreed Pat.  But hands went to clothing, and
the air was briefly full of flying female fabric.  Julie's
dress tangled in a heap with Pat's sweater, along with panties,
jeans, a bra, some socks.  Pat paused for a second to admire
Julie and ruffle her hair, then she turned to face me, and
started to say something.  Her timing was perfect; her mouth
was open just the right amount when I emptied the stein of
cold bubbly champagne over her head.

Pat yelled and spluttered, the cold stream frothing down her
naked skin, over her chest, puckering her nipples and bringing
up marvelous goose-bumps on the heavy firm flesh of her breasts.
It pooled briefly between her hips, and then poured down between
her legs, soaking her pussy-hair and her upper thighs.  Julie
laughed in delight and bent over, taking one cold erect nipple
between her lips, and licking her sister's skin appreciatively.

Pat laughed and gasped and threw back her head, throwing drops
of champagne in all directions.  Then, as Julie sat up, Pat
reached up onto the table, found another half-empty glass, and
upended it over Julie, and another bubbling snake ran down a
lovely female body, and Julie's nipples came instantly to
attention.  They began to tussle around on the wet rug, cold
sticky bodies struggling lovingly.  I undid my belt and stood
up, stepping out of my pants and my drawers.  My penis rose.

Pat had Julie pinned under her again, and was tickling her
unmercifully.  "Clean her off, Pat," I said quietly, "with
your mouth."  Pat looked up from her sister's body, then down
at her face.  "These men sure get pushy when offered a fertile
woman, don't they?" she remarked.  "Well," answered Julie, "I
think it's a GOOD idea!" and she put her hands above her head,
stretching her naked body out on the rug, breasts jutting,
wet pubic hair glistening between her thighs.

With a muttered "Vox populi, vox dei", and a sigh of mock
resignation, Pat turned back to her sister, lowering her face
to Julie's and gently kissing and lapping at her forehead and
cheeks.  Julie closed her eyes and sighed blissfully.

As she ran her mouth slowly down her sister's body, Pat's flanks
and rear wriggled enticingly.  I knelt behind her, pressing my
hands into the warm skin of her ass, and ran the backs of my
fingers in between her thighs.  Julie's body squirmed under
Pat's tender ministrations, and Pat's pussy gushed as her mouth
drank pleasure from Julie's young flesh.  I slid my cock between
Pat's legs, over the moist fur of her cunt, and stroked gently
as she took Julie's nipples alternately into her mouth, and
Julie smiled and groaned.  As Pat kissed down the center line
of Julie's body, and opened the flower of Julie's vulva with
her fingers, I pushed myself forward, my cock sliding sweetly
into Pat from behind.  Pat moaned deep in her throat, and Julie
twined her fingers in her sister's hair.

Pat's tongue slid between Julie's labia, caressing the skin of
her slit, her clitoral hood, the tender opening of her vagina.
I held my cock steady in Pat, stretching and swelling, but not
moving, in her smooth fertile depths.  Then as she licked
Julie's clit and slid a finger up into her body, I pulled slowly
out, and thrust back in, and Pat moaned more loudly, and began
to come.

We were a noisy, sweaty, sticky, inebriated trio, fucking
ecstatically on the rug.  Julie clutched at the floor and
screamed as Pat's mouth and hands brought her to her first
orgasm, and Pat's breathing was deep and desparate as her
body convulsed, impaled from behind on my cock.  I groaned
and shouted at the universe in general, and leaned forward
to squeeze Pat's big breasts in my hands.  Pat gasped and
moved faster over Julie, and Julie came again, laughing
and moaning helplessly.  Then Julie slid herself down so
her head was under Pat's chest, and began to kiss her
sister's mouth and suck on her erect nipples.  Sandwiched
between us, Pat cried out and came harder, in a long run of
intense shallow orgasms, like a stone skipping over water.

All too quickly, I was coming in Pat's cunt, and she yelled
as I filled her with semen, and she filled her hands with
Julie's flesh, and closed her lips over Julie's mouth, and
we all collapsed to the floor in a sticky pile of hot naked
flesh.  I eventually raised my head from a breast to say
something, and Julie dumped the last glass of champagne over
me.

Much later, clean and showered, lying in the dark spooned with
Pat, Julie peacefully asleep beside us.  Pat had just kissed me
on the forehead and woken me up.

"That was a very nice drunken orgy there in the study," she
whispered, turning onto her back, playing with my hair, the
moonlight bright on her collarbones.

"But...?" I prompted.

"But I think it'd be nice to also have a quieter and more
solemn ceremony to mark the occasion, don't you?"

"What are you suggesting, dear Womb with Legs?"

She pinched my side.  Hard.  "I'm suggesting that you lie on me
and kiss me and fuck me and love me and do your best to get me
with child if I'm not already.  WITHOUT," she said, stopping my
approaching lips with a forefinger, "without pouring any goddamn
freezing liquids over me."

"Deal."  Her mouth was heartbreakingly soft under my lips.

We lay naked in the bed, cuddling and nuzzling.  We kissed for a
long time, our bodies held close together, our breaths mingling.
Her tongue circled sweetly around my lips, her mouth opened
softly to me.  We held each other carefully, and touched each
other gently.  Our legs twined together, her thighs like silk,
her calves strong and firm.  She spread her legs, and gently
pulled me on top of her.  I slid into her easily, and she
gasped, and smiled, and her tongue was in my mouth.

Almost as soon as I was inside her, she began to moan and
rock her hips, taking me even more deeply into her.  My cock
was big and hard in her pussy, but I could tell I was a long
way from coming.  She ran her hands greedily over my back and
my ass as I moved in and out; I rose up slightly, to run
my shaft up and down over her swollen clit.  She opened her
eyes, and pulled me down over her again, kissing and biting
my neck, and whispering in my ear, "You're pretty fucking
good at this, aren't you?  Ah, God!".  I almost howled with
delight, thinking of the first time she had said that, the
very first time my cock had ever penetrated her warm eager
darkness.  We grinned at each other in the moonlight as she
came, a long comfortable Pat orgasm.  The warm sweet fecundity
of her body surrounded me.

My penis was still hard and aching inside her, and I gave her
no rest, lifting and lowering myself, screwing her tenderly.
A second orgasm hit her almost at once, and she opened her
eyes wide in surprise.  At the third deep, strong climax her
mouth opened, and she threw back her head.  Something caught
my eye in the dimness, and I looked over at Julie, and her
eyes met mine, relaxed and sleepy and happy, propped up on
one elbow, watching us fuck.

Pat's cunt spasmed again, clenching around my cock.  I gasped,
and Pat's moan was strangled, loud, unbelieving.  I moved in and
out of her as slowly as I could, every inch of my cock feeling
the strong muscles of her vagina locked around me, her body
rigid, her face amazed, gasping, crying out.  When I finally
burst inside her, pumping deep and uncontrolled into her womb,
my semen filling her, she screamed, a long wild incredulous
sound in the night, and her nails scratched long lines down my
back.  I kissed her face gently; she lay unresponsive, spent,
panting, eyes unseeing, staring at the ceiling.

Julie and I nuzzled her face, and she came back to us.  Her
eyes went from Julie to me and back.  She was speechless, as
someone possessed by a vision, an incredible something that
lodged inchoate in her body.

"Oh God," she whispered, "oh god oh GOD oh god oh god!"  Her
hands touched us, groping in the dark.  "It's never been like
that before, never never NEVER!"  And she broke down.

Julie and I held her, stroked her forehead, kissed her as the
sobs shook her body and the tears ran hot and delicious down
her cheeks.  Joy and love, too much for her body to hold,
streamed out of her and over us, and we took it in and gave
it back to her.

When the storm had passed, Julie and I kissed her again, and
kissed each other across her, and settled down on her shoulders,
and we all fell asleep like that, quiet and utterly content in the
moonlight.


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

