My Friends the Allens -- Dear Gus
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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I was on the train on the way to the city, looking through the
papers I'd brought with me as the train rattled along.  As I
picked up another bunch of documents, a folded piece of paper
fell out.  I picked it up and opened it.  The handwriting was
Pat's; I'd stopped by her place that morning, and it must have
fallen into my briefcase or something by accident.  I was going
to fold it back up to return to her, when I accidentally read
the first paragraph.  I kept reading.

  Dear Dumb but Beautiful Gus,

  He is NOT a wimp!  He is a bright hot sexy man, and he eats
  pussy better than you ever could.  You're just jealous because
  a man with a normal-sized prick can make me come just as fast
  as you and your jackhammer.

  Speaking of which, the end of your letter was incredibly hot;
  you may be an illiterate lout, but you give great fantasy.
  I can't wait to return the favor, so politics will have to
  wait; I'm too horny to write about immigration policy right
  now.

  You know me, Gus.  You know how I smell in the morning, how
  my tongue tastes when you wake up with my lips on your mouth.
  You know how to make me writhe and scream and how much I love
  to rub my pussy against the hard flesh of your thighs.  You
  know how to push my buttons, and your fingers know that spot
  in my cunt that drives me crazy.  You know the place under my
  tits that loves your tongue, and you know what it means when
  I slap your face and look you in the eyes and lick my lips.

  We're in the mountains, by a cabin overlooking a big empty
  valley.  We're hot and sweaty from the climb.  You're wearing
  that big red flannel shirt, and I'm wearing tight jeans and
  the denim shirt you like so much.  We stop at the door of the
  cabin, and you press up close behind me, stroking my ass.  I
  press back against you for a second, and go in.

  The cabin is all one room, a bed on one side and a stove on
  the other.  It's chilly, but not cold.  I start to turn around
  as you come in, but you push me down backwards onto the bed.
  I plant a foot on your chest and hold you there, looming over
  me and grinning.  You push down, and your weight presses down
  on my foot, my leg, and drives me down into the mattress.  Your
  ugly face is framed by the untrimmed beams of the ceiling.  My
  eyes tell you that you can have what you want, but you'll have
  to work for it.  You knock my foot aside and fall on me.  I
  spread my legs and wrap them around you.

  Your mouth is hot and demanding on mine.  You taste like smoke
  and beer.  Your tongue presses into my mouth, and I suck on it,
  squeezing your big hard body between my thighs.  You grind your
  hips against me.  Your weight presses the buttons of my shirt
  into my chest, presses my jeans against my hips and my cunt.

  You raise yourself up on your arms and unbutton my shirt.  My
  nipples are hard and erect from the rubbing of the denim, and
  the feel of your tongue in my mouth.  You run your big red
  callused hands over my skin, and it feels like warm erotic
  sandpaper.  My nipples press themselves against your fingers,
  and the roughness of your skin sends shivers through my body.
  Your hands engulf my breasts, and you take my nipples into
  your mouth, one after the other, licking and sucking.  I moan,
  and my cunt begins to water, quickly soaking my panties where
  I lie pinned under you.  As your mouth devours my tits, I
  press my hips up, rubbing myself against you, feeling your
  dick stiffening in your jeans.  You chuckle to yourself and
  breathe hard; the softness of my breasts under your face and
  in your hands makes you hot.  I try to squeeze your ass with
  my fingers, but your flesh is like wood, hard and unyielding.
  I pull you even tighter against my body, pressing the rough
  dirty fabric of your jeans urgently towards me.

  Your hands and mouth scrape over my chest until my skin is
  nearly raw from the roughness of your face, and my panty is
  saturated with juice.  Then you stand up and look down at me,
  and start taking off your clothes.  You're enormous; I want
  you, but at the same time I'm looking around for a weapon, or
  some place to hide.  You toss your shirt aside, and your chest
  is wide and strong and hairy, like the rest of you.  I don't
  move.  You undo your jeans, and then you're naked.  Your cock
  is long and thick and rigid, huge even though it's not yet
  fully erect.  I want to take it in my hands, my mouth, in
  between my legs.  I look up at you, challenging.

  You reach down and hook one hand behind my neck, pulling me
  up to your body.  You press my face in among the thick hair
  of your chest; your other hand pushes my shirt aside so my
  naked breasts press against your stomach.  Your body is warm
  and hard.  Your prick is trapped between us, and I feel the
  heat of the swollen purple head as it presses up between my
  tits.  I wrap my arms around you and kiss your nipples,
  closing my mouth over each one and outlining the tiny
  aureola with my tongue.  You wrap your arms around my head
  and kiss my hair, then you force me lower down your body,
  my lips tracing a trail down toward your cock, your cock
  leaving a trail of tears oozing out and over my bare skin.

  I take your cock in both hands, and I lick the hard hot flesh.
  You grunt and paw at my breasts as I squeeze more pre-cum out,
  and rub your staff over my neck and my face.  I can feel the
  blood pulsing through you as I rub it over my cheeks and my
  closed eyes.  You are so hard, so big, so strong.  I put one
  hand on your naked ass and pull myself against your body, and
  I bite you hard on the side, just above the hip.  You bellow
  and toss me back onto the bed.

  Before I can move, you've undone my jeans and torn them off,
  and I'm naked.  You take my left leg in your hand and press
  it against you, masturbating yourself with my calf and my
  lower thigh.  As you rub your cock against my leg, my ass
  is pulled up off the bed.  My pussy is open and gaping toward
  you, and I know you can see how wet I am.  You let go of my
  leg and slide your thighs up onto my chest, straddling me with
  your huge cock inches from my face.  The smell of your crotch
  fills my head, and the hair on your thighs and ass scrapes
  against my bare skin.  You twine one hand in my hair and lift
  up my head and I take your cock into my mouth.

  Your glans is big and hot and hard, smooth and alive, and I
  stroke it with my tongue; the dark oily taste of its tears
  fills my mouth.  I suck gently, but then you grunt and thrust
  with your hips, pulling my head toward you, and pushing your
  cock far into my mouth.  I moan as the long solid shaft slides
  into me.  My lips open and stretch around the pulsing ridges
  of skin that penetrate me, and I close my eyes.  My mouth and
  throat are full of you, stuffed with you, as you fuck my head,
  rocking your hips and moaning as you thrust in and out.  You
  taste like sweat and oil, smoke and alcohol.  I tighten my
  lips around you as your cock moves, sucking as you slide out,
  caressing as you pump back in.  My body is trapped under you,
  your thick legs pressing me into the bed.  I reach down between
  my legs and stroke my pussy as I suck on your cock.  My mind
  is beginning to blank out with heat.

  Suddenly your body rises, your prick slips out of my gasping
  mouth.  Then you fall again, your body heavy, your hands on
  my knees, spreading and opening me.  Looking into my eyes
  with hot pleasure, you stroke the incredible length of your
  cock up and down between the lips of my pussy, pressing your
  shaft against my clit.  I groan and squeeze your arms, the
  muscles that hold and compel me, your back and your ass,
  your legs like pillars driving your cock against me.  I know
  that you're going to enter me, and I'm afraid even as I start
  to come.

  The hard head of your cock, soaked with my juices, finds
  the opening of my vagina and pushes into me.  I feel myself
  stretch as it forces its way in; every millimeter of its
  gorgeous hot maleness sends another wave of pleasure through
  my hips.  Then the head is in, and my cunt sucks at it,
  narrowing like a furry mouth around the top of your shaft.
  Your cock is huge; you push yourself only an inch into my
  wet yearning body, but I still scream in pleasure and pain
  as it penetrates me.  You slide out again, until just the
  head is in, tormenting my throbbing clit.  Then in again,
  further, and I spread my legs impossibly far apart, to open
  myself for you.  I want you, I want you all the way inside
  me, that massive cock buried in me forever, your body hard
  on mine.

  With a groan, you do it, you penetrate me completely, and as
  I scream again you kiss me on the mouth, your tongue and your
  cock both thrusting deep into me, and my body writhes and
  tries to escape the violence and the ecstasy.  You fuck me,
  you fuck me hard and deep and for years, your staff penetrating
  and withdrawing, pounding into me, your breath hot and loud
  in my ears, my muscles spasming as I take you in, my cunt
  sucking and pulling at your cock.  I come, God I come again
  and again as you do it, and my throat is raw from screaming,
  but you just grunt and pump and do it again.

  Then you tear yourself out of me.  Your cock is slick and
  slippery with my juices, and leaking pre-cum tears from the
  tip.  You turn me over and pull my ass up to your hips,
  spreading me and entering me from behind.  I scream again
  and press my body backwards against you as you fuck me,
  shameless and uncontrolled, only wanting more of you.  You
  thrust in and out, your balls slapping against me, your
  hands on my ass, on my tits, your thumb stroking stroking
  my clit.  You pull my body up backwards as you pump in
  and out of me, one arm wrapped around my breasts, one on
  my clit where your cock impales me, your mouth hot and
  hungry on my neck and my shoulders.

  Then you release me, and I fall forward, your staff still
  buried in my cunt, my face pressed into the pillows as you
  swell even bigger and you moan and cry out, pounding into
  me like a jackhammer, and then you come, hot cream shooting
  into me, your yell filling the room, and I whimper and moan
  into the pillows, coming again as your semen fills my cunt
  and spills out around your thrusting cock.  With long groaning
  strokes, you empty yourself into me, and we are both soaked
  and sticky with your cum and my juice, and my pussy is sore
  and my throat is raw and my thighs ache and I want to do it
  again and again until we're fucked completely out and I can
  sleep exhausted in your arms and wake up and fuck you again
  in the night.

  Well, Gus, I hope you're satisfied; now I've got to change
  my panties AND my skirt.  Go off and boink whatever airhead
  blonde D-cup you're pumping this week, and do stop by next
  time you're in civilization.  I've got something for you.

  Write back, or I'll write you first and insult your ideas
  about government.  As usual, I am,

  Your obedient and always horny,

  Pat

I took a deep breath and folded the paper back up again.  I'd
have to sneak it into Pat's place later; maybe I could slip
it under a chair and then pretend to find it.  My cock was
hard and sweaty in my pants, and I could feel wetness at
the tip.  I went off to the tiny restroom for some relief,
trying hard to walk normally and conceal my erection at the
same time.  I came hard and quickly into a handful of toilet
paper in the restroom, thinking of Pat screaming and coming
under Gus's big hairy body.  It was awhile before I could get
my mind back to business.  She's in for an interesting time
tonight.


My Friends the Allens -- Dear Gus
by Mark Aster
The End