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My Friends the Allens -- Pat Comes of Age
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, kids.
= = =

Julie Allen was modelling lingerie for us, one winter's
night in the girls' suite, with the wind blowing the
snow around outside.  She walked slowly back and forth,
wearing a thin silk camisole on top, and just a garter
belt and sheer black stockings below.  Her ass swayed
and jiggled tautly as she walked, her creamy thighs
rubbed together just under the lovely thatch of dark
blonde hair adorning her pussy.

She walked over to the couch and stood in front of me.
Bending down, she put her mouth to mine and kissed me
gently on the lips, and ran the fingers of one hand through
my hair.  I began to stroke her ass with my hands, and
lick her soft lips with my tongue.

"Ah, Little Sister," said Pat from the rocking chair, where
she sat brushing her hair and admiring Julie's body, "that
little garter reminds me of a story."  Julie turned around and
sat next to me on the couch, casually resting one hand in
my lap, where my cock had begun to throb under my pants.
Pat's stories are always worth listening to.

"I had just come of age, and decided that I deserved a night
out on the town.  I had had my shots a few months before, but
except for some experiments with a vibrator and some heavy
petting with the local boys, I was practically a virgin."

"Ooh, this is a GOOD story," Julie whispered in my ear, gently
stroking my erection, and moving closer to me.

"During the day, I went out shopping with Aunt Kate, who
has a fine eye.  Then that night, I got dressed to go
out.  I put on a tight top with no bra, red thong panties,
and a new red garter belt.  I slid into the expensive red
silk stockings, and I remember a shiver going up my back;
it was like having someone gently caressing every inch of
my legs.  I pulled on a short red skirt that barely
covered my ass, and a black leather jacket.  When I looked
at myself in the mirror, I looked gorgeous and hot.  And
I did NOT look like a little girl who'd just turned legal.
When I swished the skirt up so I could see the straps stretched
across my skin, my own image in the mirror got me wet.  It
was perfect."

Julie sighed and put her head on my shoulder, squeezing my
cock idly, and kissing my earlobe.  I put one arm around her,
and stroked the naked skin of her hip.

"I went to a popular rock club downtown.  The music was loud,
the crowd was thick, and the place smelled of bodies.  I had
a drink, cold and strong, and went out on the dance floor.
As I started to move to the music, I felt eyes on me, both
men and women.  It was fantastic, being the object of lust
for so many strangers.  I saw that there were women dancing
dressed in even less than I was; I slipped off the skirt
and tossed it away, dancing in the heat wearing only the
tight top, panties, garters, and stockings.  As I moved
into the thick of the crowd, I felt fingers and hands
brushing against my ass and my tits, as people accidentally
on purpose felt me up.  God, I was wet."

Julie snuggled tighter against me, and I licked my lips.
Pat's big breasts rose and fell as she became excited by
her own story.

"Then somebody grabbed me very impolitely.  Some guy,
handsome in a made-up way, with blonde hair and a drunken
stagger.  He put his arms around me and started trying
to put his tongue in my mouth, while one hand slid between
the cheeks of my ass.  This was NOT what I wanted."

"I tried to push him away.  'Hey, mister,' I yelled, 'I
think you've got the wrong girl!'  But he kept licking at
my face, and touching my bare skin.  'C'mon, baby, le's
dance.'  He had bad breath, like mouthwash over beer.
I tried again to push him away, and then suddenly he rose
up slightly in the air, and floated away from me.  This
beautiful deep voice, like a mountain avalanche, said
'I don't think the lady wants to dance,' and then he
disappeared."

On the rocking chair, Pat was beginning to stroke herself,
her head back and her eyes closed as she talked.  Julie and
I were silent on the couch, so as not to miss a word.  My
cock throbbed under Julie's motionless hand.

"He was big and brown and beautiful, with deep brown eyes
and that incredible voice.  I put my arms around his neck,
and felt the muscles of his chest and stomach against my
breasts.  'I'll dance with YOU,' I said.  'I'd be glad to,
little lady,' he rumbled, and we swayed to the music there
on the floor.  Hands still brushed against my ass, but I
was lost in the feel of him, the smell of him.  I rubbed
myself against him as we danced, twining one leg around him
and pressing softly with my pussy.  I could feel his erection
starting against my thigh."

"At the end of the slow number, I raised my face to him
and we kissed.  I opened my lips and ran my tongue over
his teeth.  His tongue came into my mouth, gently and
politely at first, but then thrusting urgently as I
pressed and rubbed my body against him, my pussy against
his dick.  I wanted him so much..."

Pat now had one hand under her terrycloth shorts, and was
running her fingers up and down over herself.  Her
breathing was becoming deeper and more intense.  Julie
squirmed on the couch, and I drew her into my lap.  The
pressure of her naked ass on my cock through my pants
was sweet and terrible.  I kissed her shoulder lightly.

"After we kissed, he tried to pull away, but I held him.
'I'm not sure,' he began, but I stopped him.  'I am,'
I whispered hotly in his ear, 'where can we go?'  He
swallowed hard, the muscles of his neck flowing.  Then
he pulled me gently toward the back of the club, taking
a key from his pocket.  He unlocked a door, and we slipped
in.  It was a medium-sized room, with two low couches,
almost like beds.  It was dim and hot.  I put my arms
around his neck again and kissed him with my whole soul.
He shuddered with desire, and stepped back.  I reached
out and undid his pants, sliding his clothes down over
his big solid thighs.  His cock was long and thick and
erect.  Fascinated, I took the head in my mouth.  It was
like sucking on a hot living animal, smooth and dark and
full of love.  He gasped and drew me up to him.  'No
need for that, honey,' he said, and picking me up gently
he lay me down on one of the couches.  He slipped out of
the rest of his clothes, and quickly removed my garters
and panties.  I was wetter than I'd ever been; the taste
of his cock was still in my mouth.  I thought I might
faint with desire."

Without thinking, I'd slipped my hand between Julie's
thighs as Pat talked and masturbated.  Now Julie moaned
softly and spread her legs, so my fingers could reach her
swollen clit.  I stroked and caressed her, my hands
glorying in the feel of her flesh, as Pat went on.

"He entered me slowly and gently, although I ached to have
him plunging deep into me.  He gasped as I took his long
shaft into myself; I think he was surprised that I was so
tight.  I'd never had anything so thick, so throbbing and
alive, inside me, and I think I started to come with his
first gentle thrust.  All I remember after that is the sweet
painful feeling of his huge cock moving in and out of me,
my moans and screams and his deep groans.  Although I'd
never been fucked like this before, my body knew what to
do, and I rocked and twisted my hips in his rhythm as he
went in and out and in and out."

Pat opened her eyes for a moment, and grinned at Julie and
me, panting and petting on the couch.  "Anyway, eventually
he came as I was on my third or fourth orgasm, and the hot
rush of cum inside me was too much to take.  I died, or
fainted, or something, because the next thing I remember
is the feel of his lips on my face, and his sweet deep
voice whispering sadly 'I've got to go, baby; will you
be OK?'  I sat up and said 'You've done all the protecting
I need tonight,' and I kissed him gently on the neck,
'thanks...' He got quickly into his clothes and went out.
I sat on the couch for a little while, touching myself and
remembering the feel of his body, licking the taste of his
cum from my fingers after I'd touched my pussy.  It was
amazing."

Julie licked her lips and leaned over to whisper in my
ear, "it's not over yet!".  She giggled softly, and I
took my hand from between her legs, and moved my fingers
up to gently cup her breasts from behind.  She wriggled on
my lap, sending waves of lust through my body.

"Just as I was about to get up and get my clothes back
on, the door opened.  A man and a woman staggered in,
their arms around each other.  At first they didn't
notice me in the dim light, but then they stopped.
'Sorry,' I said, 'I was just leaving.'  The woman, a
lush and disheveled brunette, looked me over, and
liked what she saw.  'You can stay if you want,'
she said, reaching out to touch my stomach with the
back of one hand.  Knowing that their eyes were on
me, and that in just my top and stockings they could
see my most intimate parts, sent fresh waves of desire
through me.  I took the woman's hand in my hand, and
she slowly drew me to her."

Julie slipped off of my lap, and whispered in my ear,
"Take off your pants."  Surprised, I just looked at her.
"Take off your goddamn PANTS," she hissed, and I did.
My erect penis standing up like a flagpole, I sat back
down.  Julie got back into my lap, straddled and facing
me, my cock poking at her stomach, her tits brushing my
chest, her head nestled on my shoulder, listening.

Pat licked her lips, and moving both hands slowly up
and down the curves of her body, she continued.  "The
woman took me in her arms and kissed me.  Her tongue
tasted of bourbon.  Having a woman's tongue in my mouth
was tremendously exciting; my pussy started to gush all
over again.  The woman's breasts were big and soft, and
I loved the feel of her body against mine.  She unbuttoned
her dress, and slipped off her panties."

"The man had taken off his clothes, and stood there
watching us, his cock hanging in the air in front of him.
I wanted to take it in my mouth, to see if the taste was
the same as my last lover, and to make him come.  But he
pushed me towards the woman.  'Eat her,' he said.  I
didn't know what to do at first; I kissed her tits, and
her stomach and thighs.  She lay back on the couch and
spread her legs, and I explored her cunt with my tongue.
It was just like mine, although a little bigger and looser,
so I did to her what I knew would feel good to me.  She
began to gasp and move her hips; glancing up, I saw that
she had her hands on her tits, and was playing with the
nipples as she watched me eating her.  I slid one finger
around her opening, and she sighed deeply.  I could feel
my own pussy opening with desire."

Julie closed her eyes and lifted herself up off my lap.
She reached down between us, and slid my stiff cock into
herself.  Then slowly she lowered herself down, taking
me deeply into her.  I closed my eyes.  She put her
arms around me, kissed my neck, and whispered "Now just
don't move for awhile."  My penis throbbed within her,
cradled by the soft walls.  It was incredibly erotic.
Pat went on.

"As I bent over the couch eating the woman, I felt the man
come up behind me, and stroke his cock in between my thighs
from behind.  I spread my legs apart, and he entered me
quickly and deeply.  His cock was thinner than my last
man's, but longer, and I felt him probing into new areas
deep inside me.  I slid a finger into the woman's cunt,
stroking her inside and sucking on her clit.  She started
to come.  The man thrust hungrily in and out of me; when
he reached one hand around and pressed on my own clit, I
thought I would faint again.  But I held on, bringing the
woman to climax as the hard shaft rubbed and stroked and
moved inside me.  I could feel myself beginning to come when
suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed me by the shoulders,
turning me to face him.  'Take it in your mouth,' he ordered.
While I really wanted his hot hardness in my pussy, I did as
he said.  His cock, tasting strongly of me, slid far down into
my throat, and I almost gagged before I got the trick of
it, and then I brought him to a rock-hard erection with
my lips, and a thrusting pumping orgasm with my tongue.
His cum was sour and milky, but I swallowed it all,
disappointed he'd come so soon."

"To my great surprise, as soon as this man moved away,
another one stepped up, his cock at half-staff before
him, his friendly blond face smiling down at me.  I
looked around the room, and realized that an orgy was
going on.  On the other couch, a man and a woman I'd
never seen before were fucking noisily, while another
man looked on.  The man and woman who had walked in on
me in the first place were standing together, sated,
watching the show.  I grinned and slipped my t-shirt
off; THIS was where I wanted to be.  'Have a seat,'
I said to the young blond man, sitting him down on
the empty couch, 'make youself comfortable.'  And I
slid my lips over his cock, which quickly stiffened.
It was long and pale and rough, with ribs of flesh and
large veins beneath the thin skin.  He laughed and
gasped as I sucked him."

My cock was swelling and throbbing inside Julie as she
sat on my lap.  I began to press and squeeze her tits
gently through the camisole and, with a small sigh,
she very slowly and very gently began to move up and
down, and slow waves of pleasure ran through our joined
bodies.

"I still wanted something in my cunt, so I stuck my ass
in the air with my thighs apart as I sucked the new man,
hoping that someone would do the obvious.  Someone did;
soon, I had one big hard cock fucking me from behind,
someone's strong hands on my hips holding me as he
thrusted, and another cock jerking wildly in and out
of my mouth.  I began to come in big deep rolls of
ecstasy; the taste and feel of hot cock-skin against my
lips was driving me just as crazy as the relentless
rubbing of flesh in and out of my pussy.  The man in front
of me began to buck and come, filling my mouth with semen
and grabbing my hair with his hands.  The man behind me
cursed and shouted in some foreign language, and I was
filled with cum from both ends.  My own orgasm peaked,
and I thrashed helplessly between them as all my muscles
spasmed at once."

Julie was moving more quickly up and down in my lap.  Her
mouth was open and gasping, her eyes closed.  My penis
swelled larger and larger within her as she rode me.  I
threw my head back and began to thrust myself deeper
into her as she moaned softly.  Pat's voice came to us
from nowhere, as we floated in an increasing haze of
pleasure.

"I fucked or sucked nearly every person in that room, and
two or three more who stopped by while we were busy.  My
cunt was exhausted and getting sore, and my muscles were
all limp fromm constant coming.  Finally, I came on the
lap of a big hairy man who squeezed and sucked on my
tits for what seemed like hours until his thick cock
burst hot cum inside me, and I slid to the floor.  He
laughed and went out, and I realized I was finally alone.
I gathered up my clothes, and went out, silently blessing
my first lover for not locking that door when he left."

Julie's rocking up and down on my lap became more and
more urgent as Pat finished her story, and my cock
began to ache.  The muscles of my pelvis and hips
gathered into a tight knot, and then I shot suddenly
and powerfully into the girl's cunt.  She screamed
quietly and bounced harder and harder in my lap,
coming in a quick deep vaginal orgasm that left her
collapsed against my chest.

"Oh, little Sister," Pat called, slipping out of her
clothes and lying back on the couch next to us, "I
think you two owe me one."  Smiling broadly, Julie and
I untwined from each other and moved toward the older
sister's lush body, anticipating the feel of her under
our hands and mouths.  Lord, she tasted good.

My Friends the Allens -- Pat Comes of Age
by Mark Aster
The End

