My Friends the Allens -- Aurora Drake
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 that: so don't try
this at home.
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"That's Aurora Drake," whispered Dan, pointing at a striking
tall woman in a grey suit across the room, "lovely, but
very dangerous.  Not recommended!"  So of course I went over
and asked her to dance.

It was a big informal party thrown by the local Chamber of
Commerce in the old mansion on the hill.  The crowd was a
mixture of business suits and evening gowns, small business
owners enjoying the free booze and local aristoi cutting deals
in the back rooms.  Aurora Drake was tall and slim, and a good
dancer.  She held her body pleasantly close to mine as we
danced; her perfume was subtle and sweet.  I gently pressed
the firm flesh of her back through her grey cotton jacket.
Her skirt was slit high up both sides, showing marvelous strong
legs in grey stockings.  We talked as we moved around the floor.
Her lips were full and red and shiny.  Her eyes were deep and
black, intelligent and laughing, with something hot and dangerous
under the surface.  At the end of the dance, she pressed herself
tightly against me for an instant, as if by accident, but I
thought I felt some familiar chemistry.

I courted her discreetly for the next hour or two, bringing
her a drink and taking a few more dances.  She stayed with me for
a slow number, and as we swayed on the floor she rubbed herself
subtly but definitely against me, her head on my shoulder.
I looked deep into her eyes, and she slowly licked her lips.
When the dance was over, we wandered off into the hallways of
the mansion.  She followed me into an empty drawing room, and
she locked the door behind us.

I stood close to her, one hand casually resting on her hip, our
faces close together.  Her red lips smiled, and her eyes shone.
I could feel the soft warmth of her breath.  As I moved forward
to kiss her, she spun away, walking over to the bookcase, and
making smalltalk about the history of the house.  I replied.
I drifted slowly back over to her; standing behind her, I ran
my hands up her back, over the smooth grey cloth.  She leaned
back against me, and reached one hand back to stroke my leg.
As I reached around to caress her body, she moved casually away
again, sitting down on a wide couch.  I growled low in my throat;
my pulse was racing with desire for her.  The smell of her
perfume made my head swim.

She made smalltalk again, her smile almost taunting.  As I walked
toward the couch, she casually said "Take off your pants."  I
stood, looking at her.  "Take off your pants," she repeated,
"I want to see your cock."  I slipped out of my loafers, my
slacks, and my boxers.  My cock leapt out, stiff from the smell
and feel of her body.  She grinned.  "Come here and rub it along
my thigh," she said, spreading her legs and pulling the skirt
aside, so the creamy white of her skin showed between the sheer
grey stockings and her black silk panty.

I lowered myself over her, sliding my cock along the delirious
smoothness of her stocking and thigh.  She put one hand on it,
gently squeezing my hot shaft between her fingers and her leg,
and slowly rubbing.  My cock throbbed.  Her eyes were half-closed,
her lips parted.  I kissed her lightly on the mouth; her shiny
red lips yielded sweetly to me, pressing deliciously against
mine.  We breathed together as she stroked me.

"Now," she whispered, opening her eyes and taking my erection
firmly in her hand, "you will do exactly as I tell you, or I
will scream 'rape'."

I smiled.  "What if I were to tell you that the rooms in this
particular wing are quite soundproof?" I asked.  Her eyes
widened.  In their hot black depths I saw fire and joy.
"Are they?" she asked.  "Are they?" I answered.

"Will you do as you're told?" she asked.  "Maybe," I answered.

"Eat me," she whispered, "make me come."  She stretched backwards
on the couch, letting go of my cock.  That was an order I would
enjoy obeying.  I slipped her panties off over her long lovely
legs, and lowered my head.  She was very wet.  I slowly opened
her lips, kissing and licking the hot fragrant flesh.  With one
hand on each thigh, I spread her legs wide apart, and ran my
tongue up and down her slit.  She began to moan and sigh.  Her
clitoris was hard and sensitive, her vagina open and eager.

As I licked and sucked her, I caressed her thighs and the warm
naked skin of her stomach with my fingers.  Slowly, very slowly,
I teased the opening of her cunt with one wet finger.  She
made marvelous noises.  As I slid the finger inside her, and
her muscles tensed and loosened lovingly around it, I took my
mouth from her clit and kissed her thigh, pressing my tongue
into the sweet cleft where her leg joins her body.  As my finger
moved in and out of her, and my tongue found its way back to her
pussy, she began to moan more and more urgently, on the edge of
orgasm.  I held her there for a few more seconds, then raised
myself up over her.

One finger still caressing her vagina, one thumb pressing
against her clit, I looked down at her.  Her eyes were closed,
her breasts rose and fell quickly under the cotton jacket and
thin silk blouse.  I pressed my bare leg against her stockinged
thigh.  Her eyes came half-open.  "I need to come," she gasped,
"don't stop."  I grinned.  "Damn you!" she hissed.  With my
finger and thumb, I caressed her gently, just enough to keep
her on the edge.  She arched her back.  I withdrew my finger
from her pussy, moved my cock forward, and slid it up and down
over her slit.  My shaft was instantly soaked with her flowing
juices.  When I poked the head inside her and began to stroke,
her mouth opened wide, and she came.

I lowered my body onto her, my cock sliding insistently and
rhythmically in and out of her spasming cunt.  She came for a
long time; with every stroke, I got bigger and harder within
her, and sharp waves of pleasure ran through me.  As she
came down from her first peak, I kissed her deeply on the
mouth, and she groaned, her eyes rolled up in their sockets,
her full red lips closed around my tongue.  The pleasure from
my cock was becoming unbearable; I slid slowly in and out of
her for as long as I could, bringing her again to the gasping
edge of the abyss.  Then, with a loud and helpless groan, I
came deep in her pussy, shooting hot streams of sperm into
her warm accepting cunt.  With a long "Ahhhh!", she came
again.

For a quiet minute, we lay together on the couch, my body
heavy on her.  Then she whispered sharply in my ear.  "Who
said you could put that thing into me?"

I grinned.  "Maybe next time I'll put it into that gorgeous
mouth, too," I said, lifting myself over her on my arms.

"In your dreams," she retorted, and slipped out from under me.
Before I could even find my pants, she had stashed her panties
in her purse and fled the room.

We avoided each other for the rest of the evening, although
I tried to keep her in the corner of my eye.  When I saw her
in the foyer in a long black coat, talking to the host, I
slipped out a side door into the quiet foggy night.  Aurora
moved like a shadow out of the light of the porch, and headed
toward a big Lincoln touring car parked in the driveway.  As
she slid into the driver's seat, I opened the other door and
slipped inside also.  Her black eyes were wide, her hands in
black leather gloves grasped the steering wheel.  "What the
hell are you doing here?" she asked.  I slid my hands under
her coat and drew her to me.  She resisted silently for a
moment, then yielded, and kissed me long and hot on the mouth.
My blood began to race again; I moved my hands over her clothing,
and probed her sweet mouth with my tongue.  The scent of her
filled the car.  When we broke off, she said again, softly
into my ear, "I said, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Remember what I said about next time?" I asked.

"Remember what I answered?" she replied, moving her hands down
my chest, and finding my erect cock through my slacks.

"I guess this is my dream, then." I answered, grinning.  She
unzipped my pants and drew out my cock, running her gloved
fingers delicately around the thin skin below the head.
I leaned back on the wide car seat.  The glove leather was
thin, smooth, and dry.

"Do you really think I'm going to take this big rude thing
into my mouth?" she asked, her breathing becoming heavy.  She
moved her fingers to the tip of my cock, and spread the drops
of liquid there down over the hot shaft.  I moaned.  "Yes, I
do," I said.

"Why?" she asked, stroking my cock rhythmically with her hand.

"Because you want to."  This was a bit of a guess on my part;
I could tell from her eyes and her breath that she wanted
something, but it might not have been my cock in her throat.

She groaned softly and slid down off the seat.  With both
gloved hands, she squeezed and caressed my cock.  Then she
opened her soft red lips, and began to lick it.  With the tip
of her tongue, she licked the tears off the end.  She ran
her tongue slowly and firmly up and down the shaft, which
throbbed and swelled.  Her eyes were closed.  She pulled
my pants and shorts further down, and licked my balls and
the base of my cock.  Her tongue moved up the shaft again,
and I gasped as it moved to the head and lingered, caressing
me wetly as her hand squeezed the shaft.  She moaned.

Then she slid her lips over me.  The warmth of her mouth
enveloped me, and a long slow rush of pleasure moved down
over me.  She took me far into her, and when the head of
my cock was softly embedded in her throat, she pressed her
tongue along the shaft.  I groaned and writhed, helplessly
wrapped in ecstasy on the leather seat.  I heard her chuckle
as she sucked me, her thick auburn hair covering my groin.
Her mouth moved on my cock for a mindless eternity.

"Now, you are mine," she whispered, taking her mouth from
me, and rising up onto the seat.  Soft leather still
encircled the base of my penis, gently squeezing in a
maddening relentless rhythm.  She spread her thighs and
straddled me.  Her panties must still have been in her
purse; the thick black hair of her cunt tickled my crotch.
I slid my hands under her, holding her marvelous ass.
"Does this feel familiar?" she asked gleefully, lowering
herself so my cock was just inside the opening of her
vagina.  I could not reply.  She sighed deeply, and kissed
me long and hard on the mouth as she slid herself fully
over me, impaling her strong hot body on my staff.

She was completely in control.  Her hips rocked, gently
raising and lowering, burying my cock deep within her,
rubbing her clit urgently against the hard shaft.  My mind
was almost completely blanked out with pleasure; as we
fucked, she kissed me, she laughed, she moaned, she drew
my head to her chest, smothering me in her silk-covered
breasts.  I held my muscles tightly clenched, fighting against
the pleasure, making it last as long as possible.  Her
breathing became less and less controlled, until a screaming
whisper escaped her as she came, "Come, you bastard, come NOW,
come in me aaaahhhhhhHHHH!"  And I did come, finally losing
all control and filling her again with hot white milk.

She cuddled on my lap for a minute, thighs still spread wide
over my exhausted cock.  "Thank you for a lovely evening," she
whispered, smiling.  "We must do this again some time!" I said.
She agreed.

And, in fact, that's probably her ringing the doorbell right
now.  So if you two will untangle from each other and straighten
out your clothes, I'll go let her in.  Is there plenty of tape
in the camera?


My Friends the Allens -- Aurora Drake
by Mark Aster
The End