My Friends the Allens -- Et Tu
by Mark Aster

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Note: this story contains a graphic account 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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"You know what they're going to do when we get home?" asked
Julie, biting delicately into a scallop, her teeth small and
white and blunt.  On the other side of the booth, Jake and
Tanya were staring into each other's eyes again, and the angle
of Tanya's arm, as well as the expression on Jake's face,
suggested that her hand was in his lap.  Of all Jake's
lovers, male and female, Tanya seems to turn him on the most.

"They're going to sit on the couch, and kiss.  And touch each
other.  And she'll take him inside her, and they'll make love."
Julie gently stroked one hand along the leg of my pants, over
the top of my thigh.  "And we can sit there and watch, and
you can kiss me, and undo my buttons, and then you can make me
come.  Would you like that?"  I put down my fork and drew her
to me and kissed her, and her mouth was warm and sweet.  Her
small perfect breasts pressed against me through the white
cotton blouse, and when I stroked her thighs, she parted them
slightly and purred into my mouth.  Her skin under the short
blue skirt was smooth and firm and female.  I touched the
thin fabric of her panty, tight and moist at her crotch.

"Wait," she whispered, and ran her tongue over my lips.

We told the waiter we'd skip dessert.

"Is that true?" Tanya asked Jake as he drove us home.  "Are
you going to take me home and fuck me now?"  He took one hand
from the wheel and put his arm around her, pulling her to him
and kissing her long enough that I started to worry about the
course of the car.

"Hey," I commented from the back seat, "I hate to nag, but
there's a curve coming up."  He laughed.  "Do you trust me,
man?"  "I trust you, Jake."  He got us home alive.

Tanya's body is young and lush and athletic.  Jake's fingers
pressed into the full round curves of her breasts as he pushed
her back on the couch and kissed her neck.  Julie and I relaxed
on the cushions; her skirt rode up her thighs.  As Jake slipped
Tanya's sweater off over her head, I put my arm around Julie and
slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  She closed her eyes and pursed
her lips and smiled.

Tanya naked.  Her legs strong and tan, her back long and
muscular, her ass tight and lush.  At her cunt, thick
tightly-curled hair moist and glistening.  Her breasts bobbed
and quivered as Jake held her and squeezed her and spread her
legs apart.  She undid his pants, and his cock pushed proudly
into the air.  Jake is BIG.  Tanya's hands caressed his staff,
and he kneaded her hips and her ass.  I took Julie's breasts
gently in my hands and ran my tongue over her nipples.  She
helped me off with my pants.

Tanya knelt on the couch, straddling Jake and running her hands
over his body.  She slowly lowered herself toward his cock,
her arms around his neck; they kissed hotly and hungrily.  From
behind, we watched Tanya's ass slowly drop down into Jake's
lap, to the tip of his engorged manhood.  I pushed Julie's skirt
up around her hips, and slid her panties off down her lovely
long legs.  "Oh," she breathed as I gently stroked her thighs
and opened the moist softness of her labia, "oh, I like this.
I really like this."

Jake's cock slowly penetrated Tanya, and he kissed her neck
and her breasts, raising his hips to push himself deeper into
her.  She moaned and threw back her head, her long blonde hair
trailing down her naked back.  Full of his cock, she rose and
fell gently, working him deep into her body.  Jake's breathing
became faster and rougher, and his hands roamed over her hips
and waist.  I spread Julie's legs far apart, twined my arms
around the sweet loaves of her thighs, and buried my face in her
pussy.  My tongue moved lightly over her clit, my lips caressed
her labia, and she moaned, and her hands stroked my head.

As Tanya and Jake fucked more intensely on the couch, I rolled
over on my back, and drew Julie on top of me.  My tongue moved
hungrily over her cunt, her knees by my shoulders, her blue
skirt a dark tent over my face.  Tanya and Jake came noisily
together on the couch as I slid a finger along Julie's thigh
and into the opening of her vagina.  She sighed, and rocked
gently against my mouth and hands.  Her pubic hair tickled
my face, and the hot softness of her skin surrounded me.

Julie's clitoris pulsed against my tongue, and the walls of
her cunt began to grip me in slow gentle waves.  She gasped
and sighed.  My cock waved in the air, and then a hand softly
touched it, and hot lips slid down around it.  I gasped,
picturing Tanya's shiny red mouth engulfing me, and I
thrust my tongue deep into Julie's wet vagina.  The lips on
my cock, strong and knowing and intense, brought me quickly
to the edge of orgasm, and as Julie screamed and squeezed my
head with her thighs, and her cunt spasmed and sucked at me,
I felt hot needles of pleasure begin to course through my
body.  My hips bucked, thrusting deeper into that hot wet
mouth, and the cum gathered at the base of my throbbing staff.

Julie toppled off of me onto the pillows, and as I began to
come myself I looked down, to admire Tanya's lips as they moved
over my cock.  But it wasn't Tanya.

It was Jake.

Shock and a kind of horror battled briefly with pleasure in my
mind, but it was no contest.  Pleasure won, and as Jake's tongue
pressed expertly against my glans and his lips caressed me, I
came suddenly and intensely in his mouth, my back arched, my
head back, my mind blanked out, full of the scent of Julie's
pussy and the feel of Jake's lips.  He swallowed and sucked at
me, and I came again and again, until I was flaccid and limp.

I took a deep shuddering breath and raised myself up on my
elbows.  "What the HELL!!?!" I shouted.  I knew Jake was bi,
and he knew I was curious, but SHIT!  I'd never.  NEVER!
"You fucking -- !  You -- !  What the HELL!!!!"

Tanya lay on the couch, one long leg up on the back, naked and
sated and decadent, watching us.  Julie looked at me, her pink
mouth carefully not grinning.  Jake's eyes were deep and
complicated; smug, challenging, mocking, but also some kind
of open, vulnerable.  It was very quiet.  I clenched my fist.
I mean, what the HELL?

"You know something!?" I growled at him.  He just raised his
eyebrows.  "Hmm?"

This is a guy I'd shared women with, been trashed at handball
by, risked my life by letting him drive.  And here he was with
my cum on his lips.

"You give damn' good head," I said; and I grabbed him by the
shoulders and kissed him quickly on the mouth.  It was
scratchy and a little nauseating, but hey!  The look on
his face was worth it.


My Friends the Allens -- Et Tu
by Mark Aster
The End