My Friends the Allens -- Inaugural by Mark Aster = = = 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. = = = The champagne sparkled. Pat, slightly tipsy and slurred, partly from the alcohol but mostly from the atmosphere, stood up and raised her glass. "Tonight," she declared, "it 'as been two months since the kindly Doctor Price gave me the shot and reversed my contras. I am no longer a fallow field; tonight, I am FERTILE!" I applauded from the rug. Her younger sister Julie, twenty going on twenty-one, clapped also, although perhaps not as loudly. Pat tipped back the glass and gulped the champagne down like beer, her hair loose and falling down her back, her body solid and female in a loose sweater and jeans. Then she fell back down onto the couch, her eyes smiling, looking into mine. I felt my body responding. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," said Julie. Pat and I both turned instantly to look at her. It could have been a reasonable thing to say, but she said it quietly, too quietly, and her voice caught just a bit. Walking too fast toward the stairs, her long legs in a thin cotton dress, her face averted, she was fragile and young. I reached out toward her, but Pat beat me to it. She grabbed Julie by the back of her dress, both hands full of fabric, and threw her down onto the rug on her back. Julie shouted in pain and indignation as Pat pinned her shoulders to the ground and kissed her solidly on the mouth. "You are NOT going to walk out on this, Little Sister!" Pat bellowed, "You are my sister and my lover and you've promised to be this child's second mother. Do you plan to throw ME out when YOU get knocked up?" Julie pressed her eyes closed and shook her head from side to side, tears streaming over her cheeks and wetting Pat's face. She reached up and took Pat's face in her hands, and kissed her hot but tender on the mouth, and their bodies moved together on the rug, Pat's big round breasts pressing against Julie's slim body through their clothes. A lovely sight. "Take off your clothes," I said. The girls looked up at me in surprise. "Both of you, take off your clothes. I will sit here and imbibe more alcoholic beverages." Julie looked at Pat. "Some male fertility thing," she said. "Definitely," agreed Pat. But hands went to clothing, and the air was briefly full of flying female fabric. Julie's dress tangled in a heap with Pat's sweater, along with panties, jeans, a bra, some socks. Pat paused for a second to admire Julie and ruffle her hair, then she turned to face me, and started to say something. Her timing was perfect; her mouth was open just the right amount when I emptied the stein of cold bubbly champagne over her head. Pat yelled and spluttered, the cold stream frothing down her naked skin, over her chest, puckering her nipples and bringing up marvelous goose-bumps on the heavy firm flesh of her breasts. It pooled briefly between her hips, and then poured down between her legs, soaking her pussy-hair and her upper thighs. Julie laughed in delight and bent over, taking one cold erect nipple between her lips, and licking her sister's skin appreciatively. Pat laughed and gasped and threw back her head, throwing drops of champagne in all directions. Then, as Julie sat up, Pat reached up onto the table, found another half-empty glass, and upended it over Julie, and another bubbling snake ran down a lovely female body, and Julie's nipples came instantly to attention. They began to tussle around on the wet rug, cold sticky bodies struggling lovingly. I undid my belt and stood up, stepping out of my pants and my drawers. My penis rose. Pat had Julie pinned under her again, and was tickling her unmercifully. "Clean her off, Pat," I said quietly, "with your mouth." Pat looked up from her sister's body, then down at her face. "These men sure get pushy when offered a fertile woman, don't they?" she remarked. "Well," answered Julie, "I think it's a GOOD idea!" and she put her hands above her head, stretching her naked body out on the rug, breasts jutting, wet pubic hair glistening between her thighs. With a muttered "Vox populi, vox dei", and a sigh of mock resignation, Pat turned back to her sister, lowering her face to Julie's and gently kissing and lapping at her forehead and cheeks. Julie closed her eyes and sighed blissfully. As she ran her mouth slowly down her sister's body, Pat's flanks and rear wriggled enticingly. I knelt behind her, pressing my hands into the warm skin of her ass, and ran the backs of my fingers in between her thighs. Julie's body squirmed under Pat's tender ministrations, and Pat's pussy gushed as her mouth drank pleasure from Julie's young flesh. I slid my cock between Pat's legs, over the moist fur of her cunt, and stroked gently as she took Julie's nipples alternately into her mouth, and Julie smiled and groaned. As Pat kissed down the center line of Julie's body, and opened the flower of Julie's vulva with her fingers, I pushed myself forward, my cock sliding sweetly into Pat from behind. Pat moaned deep in her throat, and Julie twined her fingers in her sister's hair. Pat's tongue slid between Julie's labia, caressing the skin of her slit, her clitoral hood, the tender opening of her vagina. I held my cock steady in Pat, stretching and swelling, but not moving, in her smooth fertile depths. Then as she licked Julie's clit and slid a finger up into her body, I pulled slowly out, and thrust back in, and Pat moaned more loudly, and began to come. We were a noisy, sweaty, sticky, inebriated trio, fucking ecstatically on the rug. Julie clutched at the floor and screamed as Pat's mouth and hands brought her to her first orgasm, and Pat's breathing was deep and desparate as her body convulsed, impaled from behind on my cock. I groaned and shouted at the universe in general, and leaned forward to squeeze Pat's big breasts in my hands. Pat gasped and moved faster over Julie, and Julie came again, laughing and moaning helplessly. Then Julie slid herself down so her head was under Pat's chest, and began to kiss her sister's mouth and suck on her erect nipples. Sandwiched between us, Pat cried out and came harder, in a long run of intense shallow orgasms, like a stone skipping over water. All too quickly, I was coming in Pat's cunt, and she yelled as I filled her with semen, and she filled her hands with Julie's flesh, and closed her lips over Julie's mouth, and we all collapsed to the floor in a sticky pile of hot naked flesh. I eventually raised my head from a breast to say something, and Julie dumped the last glass of champagne over me. Much later, clean and showered, lying in the dark spooned with Pat, Julie peacefully asleep beside us. Pat had just kissed me on the forehead and woken me up. "That was a very nice drunken orgy there in the study," she whispered, turning onto her back, playing with my hair, the moonlight bright on her collarbones. "But...?" I prompted. "But I think it'd be nice to also have a quieter and more solemn ceremony to mark the occasion, don't you?" "What are you suggesting, dear Womb with Legs?" She pinched my side. Hard. "I'm suggesting that you lie on me and kiss me and fuck me and love me and do your best to get me with child if I'm not already. WITHOUT," she said, stopping my approaching lips with a forefinger, "without pouring any goddamn freezing liquids over me." "Deal." Her mouth was heartbreakingly soft under my lips. We lay naked in the bed, cuddling and nuzzling. We kissed for a long time, our bodies held close together, our breaths mingling. Her tongue circled sweetly around my lips, her mouth opened softly to me. We held each other carefully, and touched each other gently. Our legs twined together, her thighs like silk, her calves strong and firm. She spread her legs, and gently pulled me on top of her. I slid into her easily, and she gasped, and smiled, and her tongue was in my mouth. 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!". I almost howled with delight, thinking of the first time she had said that, the very first time my cock had ever penetrated her warm eager darkness. We grinned at each other in the moonlight as she came, a long comfortable Pat orgasm. The warm sweet fecundity of her body surrounded me. My penis was still hard and aching inside her, and I gave her no rest, lifting and lowering myself, screwing her tenderly. A second orgasm hit her almost at once, and she opened her eyes wide in surprise. At the third deep, strong climax her mouth opened, and she threw back her head. Something caught my eye in the dimness, and I looked over at Julie, and her eyes met mine, relaxed and sleepy and happy, propped up on one elbow, watching us fuck. Pat's cunt spasmed again, clenching around my cock. I gasped, and Pat's moan was strangled, loud, unbelieving. I moved in and out of her as slowly as I could, every inch of my cock feeling the strong muscles of her vagina locked around me, her body rigid, her face amazed, gasping, crying out. When I finally burst inside her, pumping deep and uncontrolled into her womb, my semen filling her, she screamed, a long wild incredulous sound in the night, and her nails scratched long lines down my back. I kissed her face gently; she lay unresponsive, spent, panting, eyes unseeing, staring at the ceiling. Julie and I nuzzled her face, and she came back to us. Her eyes went from Julie to me and back. She was speechless, as someone possessed by a vision, an incredible something that lodged inchoate in her body. "Oh God," she whispered, "oh god oh GOD oh god oh god!" Her hands touched us, groping in the dark. "It's never been like that before, never never NEVER!" And she broke down. Julie and I held her, stroked her forehead, kissed her as the sobs shook her body and the tears ran hot and delicious down her cheeks. Joy and love, too much for her body to hold, streamed out of her and over us, and we took it in and gave it back to her. When the storm had passed, Julie and I kissed her again, and kissed each other across her, and settled down on her shoulders, and we all fell asleep like that, quiet and utterly content in the moonlight. My Friends the Allens -- Inaugural by Mark Aster The End