My Friends the Allens -- Chrissy's Mom
by Mark Aster

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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.
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Valerie, the Six-Year-Old From Hell, raced across the room, her
eyes glowing with an unholy light, her hands weaving unearthly
patterns over her head.  With a bloodcurdling ululation and a
shout of "COWABUNGA!", she launched herself headfirst into the
enormous swimmingpool-shaped cushionpile.  Unfortunately, the
pile was already occupied, and there was a horrifying hollow thud
as her head collided forcefully with that of the prior occupant.

Now one of the advantages of being a demon from the netherworld
is that your skull is made of forged titanium rather than bone,
and Valerie was unmoved by the disaster.  Her victim, a small
blonde girl in a pink dress, also survived.  "Tell her you're
sorry, Valley," I said to the demon.  Rolling her eyes up and
shrugging theatrically, she wailed "SoooooorEEEE!" and resumed
her attempts to demolish what was left of the room.  "Sorry
about that," I said to the victim's mother, with whom I had
almost collided myself as we both rushed to the scene, "she's
a little wild."  "Aren't they all?" she replied with a tired
shrug. "Is she yours?"  "No," I said, "I'm just watching her
for a friend today."

After a convivial and relaxing visit with Aunt Kate in suburban
Massachusetts, Pat and Julie Allen and I had continued our
trip to Boston.  We'd been in town for a week now, visiting
friends, sightseeing, and the usual.  Today all the ladies had
decided on a day on the town together, and being the only male
without a good excuse, I was temporarily assigned custody of
Valerie.  I had taken her to the Boston Children's Museum, on
the theory that if she broke anything there, there'd be lots of
other kids around to share the blame.  The possibility that the
Hellion might break one of the other KIDS hadn't occurred to me
until now.

The woman and I sat down on the fuzzy grey-carpeted risers, and
watched our kids do kid things.  We talked casually.  The little
blonde girl's name was Chrissy; they lived in the city, a fair
walk from the Museum.  Sam, Chrissy's father, was not around.
"And good riddance, too; he was a scumbag, a total bastard."
After she said this, Chrissy's mom looked guiltily over at her
daughter, making sure she hadn't heard.  That never really made
sense to me; if the kid's father was a scumbag, he was a
scumbag, and she was going to find out sooner or later.  No
sense hiding it.  It's probably a good thing I don't have any
kids.

Chrissy's mom, whose name was Shari, was a nice woman with a
plain face, an ordinary woman-shaped body, and good legs in black
tights under a short knit skirt and a big loose sweater.  She
seemed to need someone to talk to, and there I was.  While I
sometimes run screaming from that situation, I had nothing
else to do, and she really appreciated the company.

I had jumped up to keep Valerie from disembowling a doll.
"The cavalry arrived in time; with rest and care, the patient
will be able to lead a normal life," I said, holding up the
rescued toy.  Shari laughed.  I changed my mind about her face
being plain.  Ninety percent of the women in the world are plain
when they frown, and pretty when they smile.  Don't spread it
around, though: there's a multi-billion-dollar cosmetics industry
that would collapse if people noticed that.

We sat around in the playspace and talked for quite awhile.  I
mostly listened, admired Shari's legs, and tried to make her
laugh.  Her perfume was quiet and fruity; I found myself
imagining what else she was wearing under the skirt and sweater,
and what she might look like without them.  A harmless diversion.

Shari looked sad when I mentioned I'd only be in town for a
couple more days.  "Would you like to maybe go out somewhere for
dinner tonight?" I asked.  She looked at me and smiled glumly,
"Why, thanks, but there's no way I could get a sitter on such
short notice."  I considered.  "How about if I just come over to
your place and do the cooking?  I make a mean black-bean chili,
and you could maybe use the rest?"  Her face became VERY pretty.
"You mean it?  That'd be lovely.  Are you sure?  You know
Chrissy'll be there, and there's no telling when she goes to
bed."  I grinned.  "If I can put up with the Hellion over there,
I can put up with anything!"  Shari looked slightly shocked, and
shhh'd at me with her lips.  "Aw, heck," I said, "the girl's
tough."

"Hey, Valley," I yelled over at the Hellion, who was torturing
some small plastic object, "tell us what you are!"  She raised
her cute infernal head and grinned sweetly.  "I'm a hellion right
now," she said, "but when I grow up I'm gonna be a strumpet
like my Aunt Julie!"  Shari looked even more shocked, but I
could tell she was trying hard not to laugh.  "Does she know
what that MEANS?" she asked.

"Dunno; you'd have to ask her mom."   Wouldn't surprise me
one bit.

The four of us left the Museum just before it closed, and I
headed back to the house.  I surrendered the Hellion to her
keepers, and got ready for my visit to Shari.  Let's see:
beans, chili powder, tarragon, a little bit of jalapeno...

"Someone's got a da-ate, someone's got a da-ate!"  Julie danced
around the room chanting as I got ready, wriggling her nearly
naked nineteen-year-old body provocatively.  As I put on my
jacket, she threw her arms around my neck.  "Who will warm my
lonely bed tonight?" she wailed.  "You'll manage," I replied;
of the seven other people staying in the house at the time, at
least six would have jumped at the chance.  I pulled her closer
to me and kissed her long and deep on her pert impudent mouth.
She purred and pressed her body against me.  I ran my hands
hungrily over the sweet curves of her ass, and then pulled away
and left for Shari's.

Dinner was a great success.  Chrissy was a shy, quiet little girl
for about twenty-five seconds, after which she began to dance,
babble, show off, and giggle uncontrollably.  She spent most of
dinner in my lap.  Some little girls are ominously lovely, their
slim bodies and long legs pinkly foreshadowing the heartbreakers
they will become in ten or twelve years.  The Hellion is one
such little girl.  Chrissy is not.  Chrissy is a pudgy pale girl
with a baby face and a very silly giggle.  But we had fun, and
she even ate some of my chili.  Shari was quite pretty all
through the meal.  We all had our shoes off, and she and I
played little foot-games under the table.  I've never really
understood why that's sexy, but it is.

As we sat around talking in the living room, Chrissy began to
quiet down, and spent more and more time sitting silently in an
armchair.  In the Hellion, this would have signified the final
stages of some terminal illness, but with Chrissy it apparently
meant she was sleepy.  Shari carried her off to bed, and I
followed along.  "Good night!" she said to me over her Mommy's
shoulder, "Are you going home, now?"  "Not quite yet, Honey,"
I replied, "I have to clean out some pipes for your Mom first."
Shari gave me a scandalized look over her shoulder, and quickly
got the little girl into bed.  Then she stood close to me in
the livingroom, hands on hips, and said in a low voice, "Clean
out some pipes?"  I took her in my arms, and she completely
melted.  Her lips opened, and as I gently explored her with my
tongue, her body began to shake.  I looked into her eyes.
"Are you OK?  We can just sit and talk if you like; I'm sure
your pipes can wait."

"No, no, I'm OK," she breathed into my ear, clinging to me
deliciously.  "It's just that I'm not...  I haven't..."

"You haven't had a lover since Sam left?" I suggested.  She
nodded.  "Let's sit down."

On the couch, she melted into my arms again.  Her lips were soft
and sweet, and incredibly erotic in their helpless desire.  I
stroked her legs, outlining the warm smoothness of her thigh
muscles through her cotton tights.  She began to shake again, but
when I tried to back off, she took my head in her hands and
kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and moaning
down in her throat.  I yielded before the wave of her passion,
my cock growing in my pants as her heat washed over me.  She
still shook, and her breath was coming in gasps.  "The bedroom?"
I suggested softly, when she gave me back the use of my mouth.

She brushed the hair out of her face, and struggled to come back
to reality.  "Um, I -- let me check on Chrissy first.  She
usually sleeps like a log, but I always check on her at least
once."  She went off to her daughter's room, and I admired her
walk from behind.  Then she came back, and we went to the bedroom
hand in hand.

I undressed her slowly, kissing her lightly between garments.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing rapid.  I caressed her naked
skin.  Her breasts were full and soft, her stomach and thighs
hot and pale.  She was still shaking, and her muscles were tense.
I laid her down on her stomach, and she make a small inquiring
sound.  "You're all keyed up; I'll be able to get to your pipes
much easier if you're relaxed."  I slid out of my own clothes,
and straddled her hips, running my hands up and down her long
freckled back.  I massaged her shoulders, her arms, her back,
her muscular buttocks.  Very gradually, she started to relax.
The air rising from her was warm and moist and woman-scented.

I turned her over and kissed her, our bodies lightly touching.
She embraced me slowly and gently, her lips hot and eager, but no
longer desparate and shaking.  I kissed her neck, stroking her
nipples to a delicate hardness.  I licked her breasts, and moved
my hand slowly over her stomach and thighs.  She parted her bare
pale legs, and I pressed her mound gently.  I traced down her
stomach with my tongue, and gently spread her outer labia with
my fingers.  She gasped.  "What are you doing?"  I smiled,
lightly kissing her upper thighs and the edges of her pussy.
"You tell me!"  I ran one finger down into her slit, and then
up, lubricating her clit where it poked tentatively out from
under the hood.  I kissed it.  Her gasps became louder and more
amazed.

"Are you OK?" I asked again.  "I -- Oooh -- I, Sam -- Aaahh,
Sam never did anything like this."  God!  Not only did he
abandon her with their young daughter, but he never ate her
pussy, either.  He really WAS a scumbag.  I licked Shari's labia,
pressing my tongue into the warm female flesh.  I stroked her
stomach and breasts from below.  Her skin was goose-bumped and
sensitive.  The room WAS a bit chilly.  I reached down and pulled
a blanket up over us.  There in the warm fragrant darkness under
the covers, I ate Shari's hot yearning cunt.

When her slit was open and completely wet, I carefully put one
finger inside her.  She gasped and moaned, hugging herself with
both arms.  Gently sucking her labia, I slid another finger up
into her, and probed for a G-spot.  Success; she arched her back
and gave a LOUD moan.  "Oh GOD," she breathed, "we're going to
wake up Chrissy!"  "It takes a lot to wake up a log," I said,
"but the traditional answer is to scream into your pillow."
"Oh OHHHH oh yeah," she said, grabbing one and holding it to
her face.  Now she could scream uninhibitedly without worrying
about the noise.

And scream she did.  Her orgasm was a long time coming, but when
it came it was memorable.  My nose was buried in her mons, my
tongue thrumming back and forth across her clit, my fingers
thrusting in and out of her vagina.  Gradually, her muscles began
to contract in long slow waves, and her moans became more urgent
and rapid.  The feeling must have been unbearable; as she came,
she reached down and tried to push my head from her pussy.  But
I held on, wrapping one hand around her thigh, and continuing
my assault on her clit and her cunt.  With one final scream that
did its best to wake Chrissy even through the pillow, her entire
body tensed, and then relaxed, and she let out a long sated moan
of bliss.  I stretch myself on top of her, skin to skin, and
kissed her on the mouth; her body bucked against me, and she
moaned again, but she kissed me back with spirit.  We didn't
speak.

After a minute, I rolled onto my back, and drew her, legs still
spread, on top of me.  She raised herself up and smiled; then as
I thrust my cock into her she gasped, and her eyes widened.  "Now
it's your turn to be in charge," I said, as the wet heat of her
cunt enveloped my cock.  "Ahhh I don't AHHHH know what to DOoo!"
she protested, as her body showed that she knew EXACTLY what to
do.  Her hips rocked up and down, her inner walls sucking at my
cock, her clit rubbing up and down the shaft.  "Let me guess,"
I gasped, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure ran through me,
"this is something else Sam never did."  She closed her eyes and
tried to reply, "I OOOHHH yeah I, I AHHHH god I YEAAAA!"

I slid my hands over her, caressing her back and her pumping
bottom.  She moaned as another orgasm began to rock her, and
my cock swelled inside her.  I took her left breast in my hand
and raised my mouth to it, kissing and sucking the dark nipple
as she gasped and came.  I had intended to make this last a long
time, but the sweet excitment of eating her, and now the sight of
her hot naked body moving over me, her breasts swinging, her
eyes closed, her face radiant with joy, brought me off, and I
shot semen into her, screaming quietly myself as we came
together.  Then she cuddled into my arms, and we both fell
asleep.

In the middle of the night, I awoke to feel her lips moving over
my skin.  She kissed my nipples lightly, and ran her soft tongue
over each one.  Her hands played over my chest and my stomach,
and my penis rose under the covers.  I stroked her head.  "Now
THIS," she whispered, "is one thing Sam let me do that I really
liked.  But he only liked it long enough to get him hard."  I
gasped as she took my cock in one hand and pumped it gently.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned you can AHHH you can do it all
night."

Her lips pressed softly into the skin of my stomach, and her
tongue caressed my thighs.  Her fingers explored my balls,
cupping each one warmly for a moment.  Her hands played up and
down my erect cock, squeezing and pressing me to an aching
hardness.  She licked her fingers and rubbed her saliva and
my pre-cum cock-tears down over the shaft, and I groaned.
She laughed, almost a giggle, in the darkness.  Suddenly her
breasts were against my face.  "Suck them," she whispered, the
joy in her voice like a naughty child who knows that she can get
away with it this time.  I sucked at her nipples eagerly, and
squeezed her breasts with my hands.  "Oh, god," she moaned, and
returned to my groin.  Her lips closed hungrily over the head
of my cock, and she sucked me into her.  Her lips were tight and
sweet, and I arched my back and thrust myself more deeply into
her mouth.  She moved her head up and down.  Every ridge of my
cock began to pulsate with unbearable pleasure.  I spread my
arms wide, my hands clutching at the sheets as I struggled not
to scream, not to come, not to fill her eager mouth with my
semen.

She lifted her mouth from me for a moment, holding the base of
my shaft in one hand, squeezing with the rhythm of my heartbeat.
"I think you're going to come soon," she said, and licked my
shaft ardently with her tongue.  "Any minute now," she whispered,
and took me into her mouth again.  I groaned more loudly and,
following my own advice, grabbed a pillow.  As Shari sucked
harder and faster and I felt myself full to bursting, I yelled
enthusiatically into it.  With a final scream that left my
throat raw, I lost all control.  My hips bucked, my lungs
heaved, and my cock exploded in her sweet mouth, filling her
throat with semen.  She moaned as she swallowed it, sucking at
me until the incredible waves of pleasure finally subsided, and
my penis was limp and spent in her mouth.  Then she kissed my
neck, and cuddled back onto my shoulder.

She's asleep again now, and her breath is warm against my arm.
The last thing she said as she drifted off was "Am I going to
be lonely again when you're gone?"  A damn good question.  Before
we leave Boston, I'll have to ask Pat to get out the Rolodex.
Let's see: keywords.  "Metropolitan Boston", "trustworthy",
"cunilingually adept".  Probably "Male".  And...  Oh yeah!

"Good with children."


My Friends the Allens -- Chrissy's Mom
by Mark Aster
The End