My Friends the Allens -- Kayla and Martin
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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It was a small table, and the four of us sitting around it
were close together.  Pat, on my left, was round and gorgeous,
her breasts full and luscious, our twins curled safe in her
womb.  I slipped my hand under the table now and then and
ran my fingers along her body between her stomach and thigh.
She would turn and grin at me, but mostly she faced the other
way as she flirted outrageously with Martin Newhouse to her
left.  That gentleman, his sharp bespectacled face framed
by wooly black hair with a touch of white at the temples,
was enjoying himself enormously, devouring Pat with his
eyes.  His wife Kayla and I exchanged amused glances and
made smalltalk, and our knees brushed now and then under
the table.  I was very aware of her closeness, her scent,
the very short tight skirt covering her round dark thighs.

I knew Martin vaguely; his law firm did some business with
the plant.  The four of us had been chatting while waiting
for tables in the hotel restaurant, and when a table for
four had opened up, we'd decided to take it together, rather
than waiting for two two's.

"You'd better keep an eye on Martin," Mrs. Newhouse whispered
to me, leaning over and putting one hand on my leg, "When I
was pregnant with Lyle, he couldn't keep his hands off of me."
Her large brown eyes glittered.  I smiled back.  Her hand
stayed on my thigh, and my cock began to swell alarmingly.

"And where's little Lyle tonight?" I asked.

"He's with his Gram and Gramp for the weekend.  The WHOLE
weekend!"  Her lips were full and fascinating.  I put my
own hand casually down on my thigh, just touching hers.
Her fingers were long and warm and soft.  She moved her
hand over mine.  For a moment our fingers twined together
under the table, and her smile widened, and then she took
her hand away to sip at her drink.  Across the table, Martin
made some egregious joke, and we all laughed.

Then the entrees came, and conversation grew a little more
mundane, politics and business, arts and letters.  Kayla's
knee stayed in pretty constant contact with mine, and across
the table I saw her husband find more than one excuse to
touch Pat's taut abdomen through her thin dress.  Waiting
for dessert, I turned to Pat, took her chin in my fingers,
and kissed her mouth.  She smiled and purred and stroked
my arm.  "Some men," she said to Martin when I released
her, "are just SO aroused by pregnancy.  Isn't that odd?"

"Oh, I don't think so," he replied.  "Not at all.  I can
understand the feeling perfectly."  And again he touched
her belly lightly with his fingers, brushing her breasts
gently with the back of his hand.

His wife leaned close to me again.  "Isn't he terrible?
You don't mind it, I hope?"

"Oh, no," I replied, "it's sort of... arousing."  And I
patted her leg lightly in reassurance.  Receiving no
further orders, my hand settled down on her thigh, just at
the hem of her skirt.  Her flesh was soft but firm, ample
and yielding.  Very warm.  My cock pulsed in my pants.  She
looked into my eyes very seriously, and then slightly, just
slightly, she spread her legs farther apart.

The waiter brought dessert.  I moved my fingers in small
circles on Kayla's thigh, and watched her eat her sherbet.
She was wearing sheer thigh-high stockings that ended just
above the hem of her skirt.  My hand slipped up over the
slick material, in under her skirt, and I touched the smooth
bare skin of her inner thigh.  As I stroked gently, she
closed her eyes and pursed her lips beautifully around a
spoonful of sherbet.  She spread her knees apart another
inch.  I ate my pie slowly, one hand nestled between her
thighs, just below the moist warmth of her pussy.

She finished her dessert, and dropped her hand to her lap,
gently touching the backs of my fingers.  "Would you and
Pat like to come up to our room for a drink?" she asked,
loudly enough for Pat and Martin to hear.  "A wonderful
idea, my dear!" said Martin.  Pat looked at me, her eyes
large and happy and excited.  I grinned, "We'd be glad to."

Leaving the restaurant, Pat and Martin went ahead, talking
animatedly about copyright issues on the Web.  I offered my
arm to Kayla, and she took it with a smile.  We walked slowly
to the elevators, not talking, her body moving gracefully
beside me.  "Come on, folks!"  Martin called, holding the
elevator for us.  As we stepped in, Kayla turned, and one
breast pressed firmly against my arm.  I licked my lips,
and my pulse pounded.  She reached out and took Martin's
hand, I put my free arm around Pat, and the four of us rode
upwards in a warm and comfortable silence.

In the Newhouses' suite, Martin and Pat walked from room
to room talking, while Kayla fixed drinks for the two of
us.  Pat and Martin went into the bedroom and didn't come
out.  Kayla stood facing me, her back against the bar,
holding out a glass.  I walked to her, my penis straining
in my pants, and took the glass gently from her hand.  My
fingers slid over hers.  I set the glass down on the table
and put my hands on her hips, drawing her toward me gently.
She looked into my eyes for a long moment, her lower lip
between her straight white teeth, then she opened her mouth
and tilted her head and kissed me, and pressed her long full
body against me.

Our mouths clung together, open and hungry, and I slid
my tongue into the warm darkness of her mouth.  My hands
moved over her hips, around behind her, and as she kissed
me still more deeply and sucked on my tongue, I pulled
up her skirt and caressed her buttocks.  The brief silk
panty left lots of hot brown skin exposed, and I ran
my hands greedily over her flesh.  She moaned, and
twined her fingers in my hair, kissing my mouth again
and pressing her pelvis against me.  Her ass under my
hands was incredibly erotic, smooth and hot, soft and
perfect.  My penis throbbed, and I knew that I could
easily come just from the feel of that flesh under my
fingers.

She drew her mouth away from mine, but kept her body
in sweet contact.  "Shall we go and see what Pat and
Martin are doing?" she whispered.  I nodded, and
reluctantly our bodies parted.

She walked slowly across the room ahead of me, her hips
swaying.  From the bedroom we heard a gasp, a low moan.
I reached out and touched her flank, and she stopped and
looked back at me, her legs apart in mid-stride.  I slid
my fingers over her ass, in between her thighs, and up
over her soaking panty, rubbing her cunt with my hand.
She closed her eyes.  I moved the panty out of the way,
and my fingers explored the hot naked skin of her
vulva.  Her outer lips were firm and full, her juices
warm and flowing.  As I gently stroked the skin above
her clit, she gasped, her breasts rising under her blouse.
Standing frozen, breathing heavily, her mouth open,
gasping with my hand between her legs, she was incredibly
beautiful.  I touched her face with my other hand, and
she sucked my forefinger into her mouth and rocked her
pelvis gently.  She reached down between her legs and
pressed my fingers more deeply into her soaking flesh,
and as she made small high sounds in her throat, her
muscles tensed, and her body bucked softly against my
hand.

After a moment, I took my hand from between her legs, took
her face in my other hand, and kissed her lightly on the
lips.  She shuddered and opened her eyes, took my hand,
and led me into the bedroom.

Pat was sitting on the side of the bed, naked, her clothes
scattered on the floor.  Her body was exquisite, full to
bursting with life, her breasts heavy, nipples large and
plump, her belly round and delicious.  Her mouth was soft
and open, recently kissed.  Martin stood before her, still
fully clothed.  As we watched, Pat undid his pants, and
drew his cock, wide and stiff, out into the air.  She
ran her fingers lightly over it, and looked up at him.

I stood behind Kayla; my hands wandered to the front of
her blouse.  As Pat's wet tongue licked at the head of
Martin's cock, I began undoing his wife's buttons.  Her
breasts were large and high and round.  Martin gasped and
thrust forward, and his penis slipped into Pat's warm pink
mouth.  Kayla groaned.

I untucked Kayla's shirt, put my hands on her bra, pressed
the hot mounds of her breasts together.  The clasp came open,
and I drew the cups away; her bare flesh spilled out.  As we
watched Pat's mouth moving slowly over Martin's skin, and he
groaned and stroked Pat's head, I took Kayla's breasts in my
hands and rolled her nipples between my fingers.  She pressed
herself back against me, her ass against my trapped cock.  I
reached down and unzipped her skirt, slid one hand in under her
panty, and my fingers moved again over her cunt.  Martin's hips
began to move rhythmically as Pat sucked him, and I slid two
fingers into Kayla.  Her juices soaked my hand, and she began
to moan quietly.

"Ohhh...  OOoohhh...  OOOHH!"  She reached up behind her and
touched my head as her body began to spasm in my arms.  "Oh,
oh Martin.  Martin!"  Her husband's hips moved faster as Pat
took him more deeply into her mouth and caressed his balls
with her fingers.

"Yes, darling?" he replied, his hands closing convulsively on
Pat's shoulders.  Pat's breasts swayed as Martin's thrusts
rocked her gently on the bed.

"OOooohhhh, Martin I'm going to come," Kayla breathed as my
fingers penetrated her and my hand moved over her breasts.
"I'm COMING!" And she came in my arms, her ass pushing urgently
back against me, the hot tunnel of her cunt contracting around
my fingers, her back arching as I squeezed one dark naked
breast.  "AAAAHHH!" her husband gasped, and Pat groaned as he
came in her mouth, and she moved her fingers and lips over
the hot pulsing flesh and milked every drop of semen from him.
I felt my own cock leaking tears into my underpants.

After a moment of perfect silence, Kayla turned in my arms and
kissed me again, happy and relaxed, her mouth soft and gentle.
Martin pushed Pat back onto the bed and lay next to her, his
hands gently caressing her face, her breasts, her stomach.
Kayla's tongue came slowly into my mouth, and her hands began
unbuttoning my shirt, unbuckling my belt.  "That was wonderful,"
she whispered as she took my cock in her hand, "now come over
to the bed and fuck me."

As Kayla was undressing me, her husband had knelt between
Pat's spread knees, and began licking slowly at her vulva.
His tongue pressed against her perineum, up over her vagina,
her swollen clit, and then up in a long line over her mons
and the lovely dark line leading up her belly.  As Kayla
lay down on the bed and spread her thighs to me, Martin
gasped with delight.  "Someone kicked me!" he said.  Pat
chuckled, "See?  Now you've gone and woken the kids."  Then
she closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue moved down
again, and he began to suck at her clit.

I lowered myself over Kayla's lush body, kissing her mouth and
sliding my cock over the outside of her wet furry cunt.  She
smiled broadly and pressed against me.  I entered her slowly.
As the head of my penis slid into the dark warmth of her, her
husband rose up, slid his knees under Pat's thighs, and
stroked her belly with his hands.  Between his legs, his
erection was rising again, and in a moment he slid forward
and penetrated her with his cock.  Pat and Kayla lay side
by side on the bed, our cocks sliding hungrily into them,
their faces happy and gorgeous.  I groaned as Kayla's body
welcomed me in, and waves of pleasure flowed through me.

"They're very good, aren't they?" Pat breathed to Kayla as
we fucked them slowly and tenderly.

"Very OOOHHH very good.  VERY good!" Kayla replied, and she
reached down and touched Martin's hand where it gripped Pat's
hip.  Pat grinned and put a hand around my wrist, and then
her grip tightened as Martin began to penetrate her deeper
and faster.  I thrust myself far into Kayla, pulled out,
thrust in, pounding against her hips as the rhythm increased.
The bed began to creak.  Pat's breathing got heavy and fast.
Kayla moaned and cried out, and her hips thrust back against
me.

Martin pushed his thick staff deeply into Pat and held it
there for a moment, his hands caressing the fullness of her
belly, and pressing against her clit.  She moaned and spread
her legs even further.  I pulled far out of Kayla, teasing the
opening of her cunt with the tip of my cock, and rolling one
nipple between my fingers.  Then I lost control, grunting and
thrusting wildly into her as her back arched and she cried
out again.  "Oh, GOD!" she gasped, and she started to come.
Pat's hand on my arm clenched as Martin suddenly shouted and
thrust convulsively into her three times, and his cock began
to pump semen into her.  I closed my eyes, and the pleasure
washed over me; I fell onto Kayla's writhing body and groaned
into her ear as my cock exploded, and streams of hot cum
shot deep into her.  The air filled with groans and gasps
and the hot smell of sex as all our bodies spasmed and
heaved in ecstasy.

Around midnight, Pat and I, more or less fully clothed, said
goodnight to Kayla and Martin from the doorway of their bedroom.
The sweet taste of Kayla's mouth still on my lips, and their
home phone number in my pocket, I put my arm around Pat and
we crossed the livingroom and went out into the hall.  Behind
us, I heard the bed creak, and Kayla gave a little sigh of
pleasure.


My Friends the Allens -- Kayla and Martin
by Mark Aster
The End