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o  	The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of  o
o  stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the  o
o  world.  Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups).   There is no  o
o  particular  order  other than offering them to you in  alpha-  o
o  betical directories.                                           o
o  	I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to  o
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o  a lot more fun to browse around and find  'little'  surprises  o
o  that you might not have even thought of looking for.           o
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o tertainment and should not be read by minors.                   o
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My Friends the Allens -- A Night at Suzy's
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, folks.
= = =

     A few minutes later my husband pulled into the driveway
     behind me.  He came up to my window.

     "Honey?" he said, "Are you all right?"

     I got out of the car and gave him a deep kiss.  "Let's go
     for a drive," I said.

Celeste put down the story and looked up at us.

"Oh, very nice!" said Pat.

"He can sure do endings," agreed Julie.  "I'll bet that'll be
quite a drive."

It was Orgy Night at Suzy's, and we'd prevailed upon Celeste to
bring along some stories from her incredible collection to read
to us.  A very nice way to get in the mood.

"Mind if I join you?" said a voice from the shadows, "That WAS
my story, after all."  He stepped into the light.

Mat Wassel, a well-known writer of erotica and author of the
story Celeste had just finished reading to us, was a tall
well-built man, with honest lapis-lazuli eyes and a deceptively
modest manner.  Although we'd exchanged letters for months, none
of us had ever met him in person before.  But we knew him at
once from his voice, his manner, and his publicity photos.

Julie in particular was transfixed.  At the sound of his voice,
she had come to her feet, her eyes wide.  She looked like a
little girl might look if Santa were to walk into the room
sometime in mid-November.  As he stepped forward and grinned
at us, she ran across the space between them, threw her arms
around him, and kissed him on the mouth, pressing her slim
nineteen-year-old body against him and making sexy little noises
deep down in her throat.  After an instant of surprise, he put
his arms around her and hugged her, almost lifting her feet off
the floor as his hands moved greedily over her back.  Like the
rest of us, they were wearing only the thin cotton robes that
are the standard uniform on Orgy Night, and they were almost,
but not quite, skin to skin.  They kissed long and hungrily;
apparently their letters to each other had made quite an
impression.

"Could I have him to myself, just for awhile?" Julie asked.  We
all smiled and nodded, of course, and Mat and Julie went off to
a couch a little apart from the rest of us.

"Shall I read another story?" asked Celeste.  While we had been
watching Mat and Julie, Pat had moved over to sit next to
Celeste, and she seemed to have something other than stories
in mind.  Celeste is an impressive woman, with a lovely body
and a unique face; her eyes radiate an intelligence, a
benificence, and a deep abiding fuckability that I find very
erotic.  So does Pat.

"I think maybe we've had enough reading for awhile," suggested
Pat, softly running one hand over Celeste's body through the
robe, and gently kissing Celeste's cheek.  The lovely critic
seemed uncomfortable.  For a moment.

"I'm, um..." she started, as Pat looked quizzically at her,
and continued her erotic stroking, "that is, I don't..."  Then
she sighed, and looked Pat straight in the eyes.  "Oh, what the
hell!"  And she turned to Pat and kissed her.  Their lips met,
their mouths opened, their tongues danced together, and Celeste
moaned and reached for the belt of Pat's robe.

Mat's hands slid over Julie's skin as they kissed again, long
and languidly.  She lay back, and he kissed her face, her eyes,
her neck, and took her small breasts delicately in his hands.
He whispered something to her, and she smiled and whispered
back, and he took her right nipple in his mouth.  They both
seemed to be laughing, or crying, or something.

Pat, naked now, her warm solid body lovely in the light, pressed
Celeste back on their couch, and slowly opened her robe.  She
leaned forward and kissed Celeste's mouth, and her hands
caressed her bare skin.  My cock was struggling for freedom, so
I undid my own robe and slid it off.  I ran my hands over my
chest and idly stroked the taut skin of my penis, savoring my
nakedness, the sight of my friends making love, the passionate
sounds coming from other corners of the big room.

Julie's legs were spread wide, and her hands urged Mat up and
over her.  As he slowly lowered himself, his cock gently
penetrating her moist pink pussy, she stroked his ass with her
hands, looking him in the eyes and whispering, almost moaning,
"yesyesyesyesyes...".

Celeste's body arched and her mouth opened as Pat, kneeling
between her legs, spread her thighs apart and kissed her hot
open vulva.  I sat down beside her, admiring the hot excited
beauty of her face.  I kissed her mouth as Pat parted her labia.

"Your Divinity?" I asked.

"Yes, my -- AAaaaahhh -- friend?" she replied.  I kissed her
mouth again, hard and long, and she moaned helplessly as our
mouths worked on her.

"Would you mind," I asked, gently touching her lips with
my fingers, "if I were to put my cock into your beautiful,
lingually adept, mouth?"  She moaned again. "Please do!"

I straddled Celeste's neck, and slowly slid the head of my cock
between her lips.  She took me in eagerly, sucking me deeply
into herself as Pat's lips moved over her clit, and Pat's
fingers penetrated her vagina.  Her mouth was like heaven, her
lips on my cock incredibly gentle, strong, sexy.  Although her
body was held captive between me and Pat, writhing and moaning
and apparently helpless, it was in fact Celeste who was in
control, and I knew that despite the searing pleasure already
gathering between my hips, I would not come until she decided
I should.  I threw back my head and howled in delight.

Julie came, long and deep and shuddering, as Mat's penis
lovingly caressed the velvet softness of her vagina.  She
took his head in her hands and kissed him, and he groaned.
Her hips began to move faster, drawing him closer and closer
to his own orgasm.  She smiled broadly, mischievously, and
wrapped her legs tighter around him, thrusting her hips
against him and forcing him even deeper into her.  He sighed
and closed his eyes, his body slipping out of his control.

Celeste began to make tortured desperate sounds as her body
spasmed under Pat's relentless fingers and tongue.  She began
to come, climaxing in a quick series of contractions punctuated
by one final wrenching orgasm.  As she came, she continued to
suck expertly at my aching cock, and as the final wave hit her,
she brought me off, making me come with a final long ardent
stroke of her tongue.  Hot semen burst from me, filling her
mouth.  At the last instant, she was overwhelmed by her own
climax, and my cock slipped from her lips, and the last jet
of my cum spilled over her, tracing white lines on the lovely
naked skin of her neck and her breasts.

Surrounded by Julie's soft loving flesh, Mat finally came,
in a long convulsive rush that filled her with his cum, and
gave her a second deep orgasm.  She screamed with pleasure,
he moaned and sighed and collapsed onto her, and they lay
there for a long time, whispering in each other's ears,
laughing, kissing, and nuzzling; a small temporary private
universe that, for these few minutes, had no interest in the
rest of us.

Pat slid up and I slid down, and we lay on either side of
Celeste, grinning triumphantly at her.  She looked at us and
smiled, idly rubbing my cum into her skin with one hand.
"That was incredible, darlings; wait until my husband hears
about this one!"

Some time later.  The room was almost pitch dark (Suzy's Crew
varies the lighting in interesting ways on Orgy Nights).  Mat
and Julie had gone off to the food counter hand in hand, like
innocent children except for being stark naked and sticky with
cum and feminine fluids.  Pat was off with her whip fulfilling
some Bottom's dearest fantasies of submission, and I was
fantasizing about Celeste's mouth, and bringing my cock back to
erection.

As though she had read my mind, Celeste sank onto the couch
beside me, and ran her tongue over my lips.  I sighed, filled
instantly with lust, hot desire for this woman's body, her mind,
her soul.  Her hand ran down my chest, across my stomach, and
her fingers circled my cock and gently stroked.

"Noun?" I whispered, starting one of our favorite games.

"Cock!" she replied, "Adjective?"

"Erect," I said, taking the easy way out.  I pulled her head to
mine and kissed her, my tongue sinking into the sweetness of her
mouth, my hands playing over her warm naked body, my fingers
caressing her nipples.  Her body shuddered.  "Verb?" I asked.

"Fuck," she whispered hotly, and swung herself into my lap,
deftly impaling herself on my cock.  I took her hips in my
hands and lowered her slowly over me, her body moving up and
down, my cock penetrating her more deeply with every stroke.
"Ahh!" she breathed, "AAAAaaaah!"  Then she licked her lips,
still moving on my lap, and asked, "Noun phrase?"

"Gorgeous naked woman impaled -- aaahhh -- on my cock, her
marvelous ass bobbing maddeningly up and -- oooohhh -- up
and down," I gasped, proud of myself for the complexity.
"Adverbial phrase?"

She kissed me on the mouth, on the cheeks, on the forehead, and
her hands roamed hungrily over my back as her pussy caressed
and thrilled every ridge of my throbbing penis.  "Deeply, deeply
inside my helpless yearning cunt," she replied, "ah, God, ah
God, I'm going to COME!"  And she did, the soft velvet walls of
her vagina tensing and contracting marvelously around my staff.
I took her breasts in my hands and licked her nipples as she
came, and she moaned in delight.

"Absolute phrase," she crooned, her body molten on my aching
shaft, bringing me closer every second to orgasm.  "You --
aaahhh -- you've got me there," I admitted.  "I certainly
have," she agreed, throwing back her head and rocking her hips,
raising and lowering her incredible body faster and faster,
drawing choked cries of ecstasy out of me, rubbing her breasts
across my face and my neck, drowning me in the hot material
magnificence of her flesh.  Then she did it.  She leaned down,
kissed my lips, kissed my nose and my cheek, and then, my cock
impossibly stiff and swollen, buried deep within her, she
whispered one word.

"Ejaculation."

I came.  I came in a long hot explosive burst of cum that filled
her deep celestial cunt and spilled out over my hips.  Came in a
vast tearing wave of pleasure that blanked out all my senses, my
mind whited out with ecstasy.  Came, and thrust my hips at her
and penetrated her with my spurting cock and made her come again,
and buried my face in her breasts, and cried out her name.

She is lying back on the couch now, and I'm propped on one elbow
looking down at her.  Suzy's Crew is turning up the lights a
bit, slowly.  We are just beginning to recover ourselves after
that amazing mutual orgasm.  Across the room, I see Pat and
Julie and Mat walking toward us, Pat with her whip looped
attractively around her neck, Mat in an animated discussion
with Jake, Julie running ahead, her slender body lithe and
eager in the soft light.

I look back down at Celeste.  Her face is lovely, intelligent,
humorous, still flushed with sex.  She looks up at me.

"Go to the head of the class," she whispers, and she touches
my cheek.


My Friends the Allens -- A Night at Suzy's
by Mark Aster
The End

