
My Friends the Allens -- Part I: How I met Pat and Julie
by Mark Aster

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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.
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The younger of the Allen sisters soaped my stomach and
thighs with a warm washcloth while the elder, lying naked
on the bed, masturbated lazily with a blue dildo, and
told erotic stories in between orgasms.  My cock had
been hard in a relaxed comfortable way for some time,
and the gentle rubbing of the rough wet cloth on my
thighs and balls was driving me slowly crazy.

"Would you like Julie to eat you now?", asked Pat,
the elder sister, from the bed, slowly withdrawing the
shiny blue head of the dildo from her dripping cunt
after a long breathless orgasm.  I just lay back and
smiled, sighing and gasping as the girl's small
hands circled again past the base of my penis.
Julie, the nineteen-year-old, was still wearing the
thin cotton t-shirt over her young boobs; if I
looked down at her, I knew I'd be able to see her
nipples standing hard and pink and erect under
the white fabric.  But if I looked down at her, I
might come on the spot, and I didn't want that to
happen yet.

Pat must have nodded at Julie, or Julie just decided
for herself, because I felt the ends of her long
dark blonde hair tickling my groin, and then her
lips slid around the head of my cock, warm and soft,
and she began to suck.  I groaned, and moved my hips,
sliding myself further into her mouth.

I heard the bed creak, and opened my eyes long enough
to see Pat, naked, get up and move around behind
Julie with the dildo.

I first noticed Pat Allen the first time I came to town,
scouting locations for the new headquarters.  I was
eating lunch with some of the crew in the downtown diner,
and Pat was our waitress.  I noticed something different
about her right off.  Something about the way she jiggled
under the tight grey waitress uniform, and something about
the way her eyes looked that made me want to fuck her at
once, there on the table.  She saw me looking at her, and
grinned, and I thought of how her lips must taste.  I was
lost to the world for the rest of the meal, watching her
ass and her breasts.  Trying to undress her with my eyes,
I looked for the creases of bra and panty lines under the
uniform.  There weren't any.  Maybe that was why her body
moved so erotically; maybe she was naked under the uniform.

Thinking about the fabric rubbing against her nipples, her
bare thighs, her cunt, got me achingly hard.  She caught me
staring at her ass, and winked.  I found a little note on
my dessert plate.  It said "That's right, mister, nothing
underneath at all.  Good eyes!"  I wanted to find her before
we left, maybe tear off her uniform and make her on the floor,
but she was gone.  I had some amazing fantasies about her
in the hotel that night, though.

Pat moved around behind Julie, who was bent over sucking my
cock, with her small round ass in the air.  Pat spread her
sister's thighs from behind, and began to stroke the dildo
back and forth across her cunt.  Julie raised her head from
my crotch long enough to grin, and whisper "Oooh, hello there,
Gus!".  The girls call all dildos "Gus"; when I asked why,
they just laughed.  As Pat slid the big blue plastic dong slowly
into Julie's cunt, she bent down and kissed her sister's sweet
ass.  Julie began to moan, and suck harder and faster on my
throbbing dick.  Her tongue urgently rubbed the thin skin of
the head, and I could feel myself swelling and throbbing,
getting bigger and harder in her mouth.  I groaned, and held
her rocking head in my hands, the better to fuck her mouth.
I could feel the come gathering between my hips.

The next time I met Pat Allen was just before the first time
I got between her legs.  The headquarters relocation was
done, and I'd moved into town, renting a cheap apartment
in Eastwick.  I was relaxing in the hotel bar one night,
nursing a bourbon and watching the girls go by, when she
slipped onto the stool next to me and ordered a beer.  I
recognized her immediately, the same firm naked ass and
big lovely boobs, this time under a thin, tight, short dress,
the same come-fuck-me eyes.  After a swallow of beer, she
turned slowly towards me, and gave me that grin again.
"So, eagle-eye," she said, and her voice was low and smooth,
"still like what you see?"  "Very much," I replied.  She
considered for a second, then slid off the stool.  "Come
on," she said, nodding in the direction of the elevators.
I followed her out of the bar, admiring her legs from behind,
and wondering if this was really what it felt like.

In the elevator, she pressed Seven, and then stood silently
next to me, looking into my eyes and smiling.  My cock was
beginning to swell.  My head was full of the scent of her
perfume and the smell of her skin; I wanted to pull her
against me, kiss her mouth, stroke her ass through the thin
dress.  She licked her lips, and I realized that her breathing
was as heavy as mine.  The elevator doors opened, and we
stepped out, carefully not touching each other.  She walked
around the corner, unlocked a door, and beckoned me inside.

As soon as I walked in and the door closed behind us, she was
in my arms.  She pressed herself urgently against me, and drew
my head down to her mouth.  We kissed softly, getting a feel
for each other, and then her lips opened.  With both hands on
her ass, I pulled her even more tightly against me, as she moaned
deep in her throat and took my tongue hungrily into her mouth.
Then she broke away from me, and whipped the dress off over
her head.  Naked except for sheer white thigh-high stockings,
she lay back on a big white couch and spread her legs apart.
As I struggled out of my shoes, pants, and shorts, she smiled,
and stroked her clit with two fingers, waiting for me.

I entered her quickly and deeply, and she gasped and closed
her eyes.  I kissed her long and hard on the mouth, and
then raised myself up, to admire her body while we fucked.
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!".  She was the hottest
woman I had ever had; I could feel the walls of her cunt
tightening already, and an orgasm gathering in the muscles
of her stomach.  By the time I came, thrusting wildly in and
out of her gushing pussy, she had come two or three times,
screaming quietly between her wet lips, and digging her
fingernails into my ass.  When we were both spent, I
lowered myself softly down onto her, running my tounge
softly around her left nipple, and buried my face between
her boobs.

After allowing me a brief rest in that heaven, she rolled
me off of her, kissed me softly, almost shyly, on the lips,
and disappeared into another room.  I heard her say "Make
yourself at home; I've got to go out," and then a shower
started up.  I'd just managed to sit up on the couch and
start looking for my pants, when a girl's voice from
somewhere said "Have you been fucking my sister, you
naughty man?".

Pat moved the big blue dildo mercilessly in and out of
Julie's soaking cunt, and Julie's eyes rolled up in their
sockets as she took me more and more deeply into her
mouth.  With beautiful timing, Pat brought her sister to
orgasm just as I shot into her mouth.  Waves of pleasure
rolled down my spine and out my cock, and Julie struggled
to swallow all my cum while her body convulsed in her
own ecstasy.  After the storm, Julie collapsed onto me,
her hair spread over my crotch and thighs, her tongue
lazily caressing my limp exhausted dong.  Pat sat back
on the bed, stroking herself idly and grinning at us in
a fond maternal way that made me want to screw her
brains out.

"Does your big sister often bring strangers home to ball?"
I was sitting on a cushion on the dimly-lit balcony above
the living room of the Allen's suite, talking to Julie.
It was her voice I'd heard, and I was relieved to see that
it hadn't been some 10-year-old watching me screwing the
big-boobed woman on the white couch.  Julie was younger
than her sister, but a nice curvy eighteen, old enough to
keep me out of jail.

"Only nice strangers; she's a real good judge of character."
Julie has smaller boobs than her sister, and a slimmer ass,
but plenty of curves, simply incredible legs, and the same
bedroom eyes.  I just sat there quietly, still in the
afterglow of fucking Pat, enjoying staring at Julie's
body in her tight T-shirt and cutoff jeans.  We discussed
her sister's various skills and qualities, and generally
made small talk.  It was a few minutes before I kissed her,
and a few more minutes before she was naked on the floor,
writhing under my mouth as I sucked her clit and moved two
fingers in and out of her moist pink pussy.  There's something
very satisfying about making a woman come with no particular
intent to actually fuck her; after having had Pat, I knew my
cock would be fat and sleepy for awhile yet, so I took my time
bringing Julie off.  "OH!" she gasped as her clit throbbed and
her cunt-walls began to squeeze my fingers, "Oh, I think we're
going to like you a LOT!"  I grinned and flicked her clit with
my tongue, bringing her to a long shuddering orgasm.

An hour later, I woke from a light doze on the balcony to find
Julie gently stroking my cock with her warm tits.  As I hardened,
and Julie noticed I was awake, she grinned broadly at me and took
me deep into her mouth, licking the thin sensitive skin with her
soft sharp tongue.  I came quickly and thoroughly, groaning and
bucking as she eagerly swallowed my cum.  Afterwards, she stretched
out next to me, and stroked my chest fondly until we both fell
back to sleep.

So that's how I met the Allen sisters, and how I ended up
here on the last day of the Labor Day weekend, with Julie
collapsed in my lap as Pat sits naked on the bed, still
grinning at us, and beginning to stroke herself between
the legs with the big blue dildo again.  I'm looking forward
to ten or fifteen minutes from now, when I plan to wipe
the smile off her face by ramming my cock one more time into
her waiting pussy.

My Friends the Allens -- Part I: How I met Pat and Julie
by Mark Aster
The End

