My Friends the Allens -- The Storm
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!
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"Crash!  Crack-crack-CRA-CRAASSH!!"

This burst of thunder was even louder than the last, and the
rain, already coming down in solid sheets, somehow fell even
harder.  The windshield wipers might as well have been off.
Julie had opened her window a crack, just for a second, to try
to read a road sign, and now her hair was wet and plastered
across her forehead in a way I would have found cute and sexy
if I hadn't been so annoyed.

"Well," she said over the thunder and the rain, "we can't see,
we don't know where we are, we don't have very much gas left,
and I think the radio said something about tornadoes just before
it died."  She managed to grin.  "Right about now, there should
be a big bolt of lightning that outlines a really creepy-looking
old house on a hilltop, with at least two pointy towers on the
corners."  I grunted, and tried to drive.  Julie pouted.

We were somewhere in the middle of nowhere.  The people at our
destination expected us vaguely "sometime before Friday", which
meant that if we sank into the mud, they wouldn't even start
looking for our entombed bodies for two or three days.

When the big bolt of lightning did come, the house that it
outlined wasn't particularly old or creepy-looking, but we
made for it as quickly as your standard B-movie guy and gal.
The engine died just as we pulled into the driveway.  As I
waded up the walk to the front door, another bolt of lightning
showed me that, except for being in the middle of nowhere and
apparently having no neighbors of any kind, the house would
have been at home in any suburb in North America.  And the
couple that answered my knock and generously invited us in were
as nondescript as their house.

He, Jack, helped me bring our most necessary bags in from the
car, and she, June, put on some tea, and found Julie some
towels.  "The radio says it won't be safe to drive until at
least the morning; we can put you two up in the guest room,
if you don't mind some clutter."  We didn't mind; we sank into
chairs and drank tea, and tried to strike that delicate balance
between gratitude and grovelling worship.  It was good to be
inside.

As I adjusted to not driving, not squinting, and not being on
the edge of panic, I began to notice our hostess.  She was not
quite the generic suburban woman I had first thought I'd seen;
her hair was long and lustrous, her body full and interesting
in a loose casual dress that showed considerable bust and legs.
The more I studied her, and I could not help but study her, the
more fascinated I became.  The rise and fall of her breasts
under her clothing was palpable, absorbing, erotic.

I took my teacup back into the kitchen.  I had just rinsed it
out and put it down beside the sink when I realized she was in
the room with me, behind me, her clothing rustling against her
skin, her breathing loud in the enclosed space.  I turned, and
her arms were around me, her mouth on mine, her lips opening to
admit my tongue.  I pressed myself against her, feeling her firm
breasts against my chest, and her thighs parted around my right
leg, her body rubbing against me.  We kissed passionately and
long, our tongues dancing together, eyes closed.  She moaned
deep in her throat, and her hand slipped between us to caress
my body.  Then she was gone.

I stopped to get my breath, and stepped back into the living
room.  Julie and the man of the house were sitting and talking
about nothing.  June was also there, seated calmly with her tea,
as though she had not just been with me in the next room, her
lush and willing body in my arms.  I sat down.

We all talked companionably, but I have forgotten every word of
the conversation.  My eyes were drawn irresistably to June in
her chair, sipping her tea, her eyes meeting mine now and again
as the rain pounded down outside.  Was there lust and fire
there, or just a reflection of the lamp light?  Was it an
accident that her knees faced me, her legs slightly spread, the
warm dimness of her thighs and her panty open to my eyes?  Was
it normal that her hands seemed to play over her chest, pressing
her dress against her breasts, framing her curves and the points
of her nipples with her long slender fingers?

Eventually, we all went upstairs, and Jack and June showed us
the guestroom.  Julie and I sat down on the double bed, not
talking, unpacking a few things and then sitting in silence,
in our damp clothes.  Jack and June came back into the corridor,
to say goodnight.  Outside, the thunder boomed, and the wind
rattled a shutter.

June was wearing a long translucent nightgown with buttons down
the front.  She seemed to me naked, more than naked, every curve
of her body clear to me.  I thought with surprise how much she
looked like Pat, Julie's older sister.  Jack, in pajamas and a
loose smoking jacket, said a polite goodnight to Julie.

"Thank you so much!" said Julie, in an oddly strained voice.

"Don't mention it," said June, "if there's anything at all we
can do for you, just let us know."

"Jack," said Julie, "what I'd really like is for you to let me
take your cock in my mouth and suck you until you're stiff and
hard, and then for you to fuck me until I scream, and you come
inside me."  I looked over at her; she was standing staring at
Jack, looking nervous but hopeful, ignoring June and me in the
hall beside her.

I turned to June, trying to think of something to say to cover
Julie's incredible statement.  Her eyes met mine, and all I
could think of was her body in my arms in the kitchen.  I
took a step toward her, and stopped.  "I," I stammered, "I
want to open your gown and bury myself in your sweet naked
body."  She smiled and stepped up to me, raising her face to
mine as, in the corner of my vision, Jack kissed Julie hard
on the mouth, and started undoing her shirt with his hands.

June's lips burned mine like holy fire; my cock was instantly
erect and throbbing in my pants as I ran my hands up and down
her back through the thin fabric of her nightgown.  All four
of us, variously entwined, moved into the bedroom.  I sat on
the bed, June standing between my knees, her marvelous body
close to me.  Her fragrance was hot and musky.  I slid my hands
over her hips and around behind her, caressing the lucious
globes of her ass.  My fingers sinking into her flesh, I
pulled her body toward me.  I buried my face in the rounded
receptive softness of her gown, her breasts on either side of
my forehead, my hands squeezing her upper thighs.  She ran her
fingers through my hair and sighed.

Jack lay back on the bed, and Julie hungrily opened his robe
and ran her hands over him.  There was a click, just audible
over the rain, as she undid his pajamas and freed his cock.
It was an average cock, no bigger than mine; Julie took it in
her hands and began to stroke, and Jack's body arched, his hips
thrusting at her.  I moved one hand up June's back, forward over
her side, up to her throat, and began to unbutton her nightgown.
The buttons were small ivory discs, smooth and cool under my
fingers.  As each one came undone, more of her hot voluptuous
body was naked before me, and my heartbeat sped up another
notch.  My other hand mindlessly caressed her legs through the
fabric, raw pleasure running up from my palm into my brain.

Julie's moist pink mouth was open, her tongue out and licking
Jack's erect cock with long ardent strokes.  He moaned and
stretched himself out on the bed, his hands playing over her
face and her small bare breasts as his cock swelled larger and
harder.  June leaned toward me as I sat worshipping her body
on the bed.  Her mouth closed over mine for a long moment, and
then she took her breasts in her hands and offered them to me,
and I kissed them and sucked the perfect erect brown nipples.
My hands went to her shoulders, smooth warm shoulders, and
slid her nightgown off of her; it drifted down her body and
onto the floor, and she stepped out of it, lowering herself
onto the bed over me, my mouth still on her breasts.  I could
hear my heartbeat loud in my ears as thunder crashed again.

Julie slid her lips around the head of Jack's cock and began
to suck, her cheeks pinching inwards as she took the throbbing
staff in and out of her mouth and throat.  Jack's hands closed
on her shoulders, guiding her head up and down over him.  June
sighed long and luxuriously as she spread her thighs over me,
supporting herself on her arms as I squeezed and licked the hot
flesh of her big breasts.  Then she reached down between us and
finally undid my pants and tore them off.  She slid back up, her
body close to mine, her skin sliding over my aching penis, tears
leaking from it onto the perfect skin of her chest, her stomach,
her hips.  She lowered herself onto me, and as she thrust her
tongue into my mouth again, my cock went between her thighs,
and she pressed against it with her pussy; I could feel the
heat and wetness there as my staff slid over her outer lips.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she groaned and sucked
on it.

Julie's head moved faster over Jack's body, and her hands
squeezed his slick cock and warmed his balls.  Then he pushed
her away from him.  She stood up and undid her jeans, sliding
them down her lovely long legs, sliding her panties down off
of her marvelous ass, and standing before him, naked except for
her open shirt.  He stood, kissed her deeply on the mouth, and
then lowered her on her back on the bed.  He put his hands on
her calves and pressed her legs up against her chest, knees
spread, her wet yearning pussy exposed to him.  He slid his
body forward over her.  June opened her thighs still wider,
and the tip of my cock nudged at her cunt, waves of pleasure
coursing though my body from the sweet weight of her, naked
on top of me.  My staff was ramrod stiff and throbbing almost
painfully, and I wanted to bury it deep inside her.  Her eyes
were closed, her face calm but flushed, as she moved her body
on mine.

Jack pushed his cock suddenly and quickly into Julie's body,
and I heard her gasp and moan as he began to pump.  His
breathing was heavy as he forced his penis deep into her
cunt, then tore it out, and slammed it back in again.  Her
moans were high-pitched little cries, her eyes were closed,
her hands clutched at his sides.  She spread her knees still
further apart, opening herself and letting him pound deeper
and deeper into her.  Jack's wife thrust slowly with her hips,
and her cunt wetly enveloped my cock, then released it.  She
moved again, and I thrust against her, penetrating another inch
into her vagina.  Her mouth opened as she rocked, drawing my
staff deeper into herself with each stroke.  Then I was far
inside her, and her hips moved more urgently, less controlled,
and she lowered herself, her head beside mine, and her mouth
kissed and bit at my neck.  Her hips rose and fell, and her
cunt, deep and hot, sucked and pulled at my penis, sending
intense bursts of pain, pleasure, and mindless desire through
my body.

Julie screamed as her muscles spasmed helplessly and she came
under Jack's relentless thrusting.  He continued to fuck her,
pressing her legs against her body, ramming his cock in and out
of her wide open pussy, grunting and groaning as he took his
pleasure from her.  Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as her
ass was forced into the mattress by the weight of his body.
June's lips closed on my neck as her cunt slid unbearably
sweet up and down my staff, impaling herself over and over,
faster and deeper, and she came again and again, long and
shudderingly, and my pelvic muscles contracted and lances of
feverish ecstasy shot through me.  Jack yelled and grabbed
Julie's head as he came, Julie screamed as he filled her with
cum, and I cried out as I also came, hot white cream spilling
in streams into June's hot insatiable cunt.  As I came, I
felt my mind slipping away, and even before June lifted herself
off of me, I was asleep.

In the middle of the night, I awoke to find her naked body
stretched out on the bed beside me, and I took her nipples
again into my mouth.  I licked her breasts, her neck, the
soft curve of her stomach.  I rubbed my fingers over her mons
and the sweet slit between her thighs, and covered the bare
skin of her torso with long hot kisses.  Beside me, Julie and
Jack moaned together as his cock once again penetrated her body,
and the bed creaked with their fucking.  June pulled me on top
of her and guided my cock between her legs, and her orgasms
again were long and wild, and my cock burst painfully and
ecstatically inside her, and again I fell asleep beside Julie's
naked exhausted body before Jack and June had left the bed.
I don't know if it happened again, and again, before morning,
or if I just dreamed it, dreamed of my mouth and my cock rubbed
raw over June's smooth hungry flesh, Julie's cries more and more
despairing as Jack entered her again and again.

In the morning, I found myself suddenly bolt upright in bed,
staring into Julie's eyes.  Outside, the sun was rising in a
clear cloudless sky.  We both rose quickly, silently, and
gathered up our things.  We threw ourselves into yesterday's
clothes, picked up our bags, and raced down the corridor.  The
house was quiet; we might have been the only occupants.  The
walls, the floor, the doors, seemed to flow and change as we
hurried oblivious past them.  Was there really no furniture in
any of the rooms?  Was the living room really bare and empty?
We were out the door without noticing.  We were in the car, and
it started, and we were driving down the road.  We crested a
hill, and we were out of sight of the house.  I pulled over to
the side of the road.

Julie and I turned toward each other again.  After a moment, we
were in each other's arms, hugging and kissing, and tears were
running down Julie's face.  I pulled her against me so hard it
must have hurt, but she just hugged back, each of us clinging to
the solid familiar reality of the other.  Then we moved apart,
just our hands touching.  At that moment, there was a crash from
the valley behind us, a boom, a final clap of thunder from the
cloudless sky, the sound of a forest collasping, and I felt a
rush of heat, of desire, of blood and joy, and my cock twitched
in my pants.

"We should go see what that was," said Julie.

"Go see the place in the daylight, maybe figure out what
happened," I added.

"Right, we should."

But we didn't.  We drove on down the road, to the obvious
turnoff that we'd missed the night before.  Found a gas station,
filled up the tank.  And then we drove away together, over the
hills, under the clear and cloudless sky.


My Friends the Allens -- The Storm
by Mark Aster
The End