My Friends the Allens -- Dyke Crossing
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 supposed to meet Pat at noon, but I got to the corner
at quarter 'til, so I had a little time to sit and watch the
girls go by.  It was a warm late-June day, and the downtown
sidewalk was busy.  Not far from me, sitting on a narrow
window ledge with one leg up and a nice stretch of thigh
showing through the slit in her long denim dress, a tall
woman in a floppy leather hat toyed idly with her belt and
stared off into space.  I strolled over.

"Lovely day," I said, perching casually on the other end
of the ledge.

"Uh-huh," she said.  Her eyes, peering at me from under the
worn brim of the hat, were intelligent and ironic.  Her dress
was sleaveless, and she had a coiled snake tatooed on one
bicep.  No hair showed around the hat.  Her mouth was small,
shapely, without lipstick, curled skeptically.  I couldn't
resist.

"You come here often?" I asked, with my best "I'm kidding"
smile.

She snorted.  It was a good snort; I wished she'd been drinking,
so the liquid could have come out her sharp Aquiline nose.

"That's (A) the stupidest pick-up line in the world, and (B)
I don't DO boys!"

Oh.

"Oh, sorry!  No offense."

"No problem," she grinned, sizing me up with her eyes.  "You're
kind of cute, for a boy."  And she reached out one hand and put
her thumb on my nose, and pushed.  Hard.  It hurt.

Rubbing my offended nose tenderly, I mumbled, "I know
someone you really ought to meet."

Right on cue, Pat came around the corner, beyond the tatooed
woman, gorgeous and hot in her shortest red dress, her hair
free around her shoulders, her pregnancy just beginning to
show.  She waved to me, then her eyes suddenly fixed on the
woman.

"Mike?!" Pat said.  The woman turned her head, and whooped
when she saw Pat.

"Pat!!  Jee-ZUS!" And she spread out her arms, and the two of
them embraced.  First they kissed cheeks, then they rubbed
noses, then their lips touched.  It was not a quick friendly
kiss.  Their mouths opened, and Pat's eyes closed.  Their
bodies were pressed tightly together, from mouths to thighs,
for a long time.  I cleared my throat.

The tall woman, Mike, released Pat and took a step back, looking
down at her abdomen.  "Shit, Pat, you're a breeder now?"

"Damn straight," Pat replied, "I see you've met the Daddy.
Did she hurt you much?" she asked me.

"Nothing permanent," I said, "she said I was cute, then she
nearly broke my nose."

"Same old Mike," said Pat, putting her arm around Mike's
shoulders and drawing her close.  Mike's hand moved over
Pat's stomach and chest.

"Um," I said, "if you two actually rip each other's clothes
off here on the street, it might attract attention."

Pat smiled.  "I s'pose.  We're about to head home, Mike.  You
wanna come?"  Mike, it turned out, had an interview to go to,
but would love to visit after that; Pat gave her the address
of the hotel, and they parted with another long kiss.

"Old friend?" I asked, walking along holding Pat's hand.

She shivered.  "Old lover.  In college, we were pretty
inseparable for awhile.  She's too much for me sometimes,
but God..."  And she squeezed my hand.

We strolled back to Pat's suite, and I lay on the couch and
dozed while Pat put away her latest acquisitions.  Awhile
later, Pat's younger sister Julie, just turned twenty-one,
came in and sat next to me, and I played with her hair while
she talked to Pat.  "Oh," said Pat, "you'll NEVER guess who
we ran into downtown."

Just then the doorbell rang, of course.  Pat opened it, and
there was Mike, still in the floppy hat, but wearing worn
jeans and an oversized t-shirt with a big black X framing
her breasts, and the words "DYKE CROSSING" scrawled in
black letters.

"Mike!" Julie shrieked, and sprang off the couch.

"Li'l Strumpet," said Mike fondly, and I got to see another
long full-body girl-girl kiss.  My cock was beginning to
stiffen in my pants, entirely without permission, and I had
to pee.  I slipped off to the bathroom.

When I got back, Pat and Mike were on the couch, talking and
necking, with Julie perched above them.  Mike's hat had
finally come off, and her blonde crew-cut shone in the light.
She kissed Pat's neck as Pat filled her in on the last few
years of her life.

"Maybe I'd better leave you three alone for awhile," I
suggested, half-seriously.  Julie turned and snagged me
by the wrist, pulling me close to her.  "Don't you DARE,"
she said, "If I know these two, they'll be screwing madly
on the couch in a couple of minutes, and I'll get all
hot and bothered watching them.  Be a nice man and stay
right here and help me out," and she batted her eyelashes
and drew my arm down across her slender young body, and
pressed my hand against her thigh.  I grinned and stood
her up and kissed her soundly on her smiling pink mouth.

Mike pressed Pat firmly backward into the cushions, and
ran her hands up over the front of the red dress.  Pat's
nipples showed firm and erect through the dress and her
lacy bra.  Mike's hands touched and squeezed her, and Pat
squirmed on the couch, her legs spread.  "Damn, it's been
a long time," said Mike, smiling, as she rubbed her
fingers over Pat's nipples and then down over her stomach.
Pat reached out and tugged at Mike's t-shirt.

Mike grinned and stood up, taking the hem of the shirt
in both hands and whipping it off over her head.  I stared.
A voluptuous naked woman, ankles crossed and thighs spread
wide, was tatooed on Mike's stomach, her head just below Mike's
breasts.  Mike's navel was her vagina.  The needlework was very
good, the image both artistic and very sexy.  Pat reached
forward and undid Mike's jeans.

Julie put her arms around me and pulled my face down to
hers.  "You see?" she said, "They're starting already."
She closed her eyes and brushed my mouth with her lips.
"Do you want to have me while they fuck?"  I took handfuls
of her light cotton dress, and began to raise it up over
her head.  She lifted her arms and helped it off, and then
I held her, slim and pink and wearing only panties, and
I kissed her again.  She sighed.  Mike knelt on the couch,
her knees on either side of Pat's lap, and Pat's mouth moved
over her naked flesh, and her fingers slowly explored Mike's
pussy.

"I want to be where I can see them," Julie said, unbuttoning
my shirt, "lie down on the rug."  I lay down, my head toward
the couch, and Julie lay beside me and slid my pants off,
running her fingers up and down my swelling cock, and
watching Pat's hands on Mike's skin.  I pulled her forward,
and took one nipple in my mouth, and she moaned.  Her
skin was soft and sweet, her body warm in my arms.  I
rolled her over on top of me, and she slipped off her
panties and spread her legs.  Her pubic hair tickled my
stomach.  Mike put her arms around Pat and unzipped her dress
as Pat began kissing her mons and her inner thighs.

"You poor thing," whispered Julie, "you won't be able to
see!"  She slid her body slowly over me, her juices
spreading along my stomach and my cock as her pussy
got soft and wet.  "I'll narrate."  And she kissed my
mouth, and then sat up, my cock pushing at the slit of
her vulva.

"Mike's pulling off Pat's dress, and squeezing Pat's boobs
through her bra.  Pat's in heaven."  Julie put her hand down
between her thighs, and pressed my cock against herself.  I
reach up and cupped one small breast, and rubbed the nipple.

"Pat's taking off her bra slowly.  Mike's eating her up
with her eyes, and stroking herself with her hand, down
between those long sexy legs."  I gently pressed my cock
in between the lips of Julie's cunt, and her voice caught
for a second, got a little breathy.  "Now Pat's lying back
on the couch in just her panties and aaah and her stockings,
and Mike's sucking on her nipples, and her tongue is long
and rough and pink and Pat's got her head way back and is
gasping and ooohh and your cock is sliding into me and it
feels really really good..."

Julie closed her eyes for a second as I entered her, moving
her hips to take me fully inside her.  On the couch, I heard
Pat groan.  "Now Mike's turning around so her pussy is over
Pat's face, and she's pulled off Pat's little red panties, and
she's burying her head in between Pat's legs.  Pat has her
legs spread real wide, and she's pulling Mike's labia aside
with her fingers and aaaaahhhhh and kissing Mike's clit and
my pussy is gushing all over your balls and if you move at
all I'm going to start to come."  I didn't move, except to
trail one finger lightly down Julie's stomach, tickling the
downy hair.  My cock throbbed inside her.

Mike and Pat started getting loud, Pat's groans sweet and
throaty, Mike moaning low, almost a growl.  "Come on Pat,"
she gasped, "fill me up; you know what I like!"

Julie moved gently, just an inch, up and down on my cock.
Her mouth was soft and open.  "Mike's tongue is sliding in
and out of Pat's cunt, in big long strokes over her clit
and her labia.  Pat's opening up Mike's big hard ass with
one hand, and sliding a finger toward her sweet brown
asshole.  Ooohh, Pat has one two fingers in Mike's cunt,
and one finger in her ass, and her tongue is licking,
licking, between them, and Mike's shaking her head back
and forth over Pat's clit, and you're filling me up with
your cock so big, and I want to ride you forever and God
I'm so OOOOOHHHHH!" and Julie began to come there on the
rug, straddling me, the muscles of her stomach contracting
in long slow waves, her mouth open and gasping, and I took
her hips gently in my hands and guided her body up and
down, and my cock got harder and longer as she screamed
and came.  On the couch, Mike was grunting and cursing as
Pat's fingers filled her holes, and Pat's mouth moved over
her.  I closed my eyes.

Julie raised her head, her hands on my chest, my cock still
big and hard inside her.  "Now," she whispered, "now Mike
is done coming, and she's turned around again, lying between
Pat's legs, holding Pat's pussy open with one hand and sucking
on her clit.  Pat's clit is full and throbbing, and Pat's
hands are grabbing at the cushions.  Mike's other hand is
on her breast, and now Pat's hand is on Mike's, pulling it
tight against her big warm boob.  I think she's going to
come.  Please please please move that thing in me again,
and pump me full of you before I die."  And she closed her
eyes again, and I began to thrust.

Julie fell forward onto me and kissed my face as I put
my hands on her ass and pushed myself deep into the tender
softness of her.  We moaned into each other's mouths as my
cock, rock-hard and aching, penetrated her again and again,
and as another orgasm rocked her body, I finally came, my
hands buried in the flesh of her ass, my back arching up
against her, her little screams loud in my ears.  Pat came
at the same time, a husky contralto shout breaking through
our breathless gasps on the rug.  My cock pulsed and spurted
again and again, deep inside Julie, filling her and overflowing
out over my balls.  Then every muscle in my body relaxed, and
we lay on the rug in blessed exhaustion.

Julie eventually rolled off of me and collapsed onto her back.
I sat up and looked over at the couch, where Pat and Mike
made a lovely post-coital heap.  Mike's forehead creased when
she saw me.  "What'cha lookin' at, het-boy?" she asked.

"Two gorgeous naked women," I replied.

"Yeah, well who asked you to look?" she said, not smiling.

Pat put a hand on her cheek.  "Mike, come on," she whispered.
Mike looked down at her fondly.

"OK, Pat, just for you.  Even if you have gone over to the
enemy."  And they kissed again.  "But try to keep him in
line, will 'ya?"

"You can't blame him for looking," Pat said, and she grinned
at me over Mike's shoulder, and her eyes were warm and happy.


My Friends the Allens -- Dyke Crossing
by Mark Aster
The End