My Friends the Allens -- Friction
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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Sometime during the night, Pat Allen slipped out of Mike's
bed, came down the stairs, and slid between the sheets
beside me.  I woke up just enough to put one hand on her
hip, and drifted back to sleep with the warm smoothness of
her skin under my palm.

In the morning, I opened my eyes to find myself looking into
hers, warm and sleepy and freshly-awakened.  We smiled, and
I kissed her lightly on the mouth, her lips soft and innocent
and yielding.  "Good morning," she whispered, and she kissed
me back, eyes closing lazily, and she touched my chest and
moved her fingers warmly over my body.  I touched her side
and stroked the taut swell of her stomach, where her pregnancy
was just beginning to show.  She pressed her body against my
hand softly, and her fingers circled the base of my cock.

"So what do you think of Mike?" she asked, as my penis swelled
in her hand.

Mike is annoying.  She says she "doesn't take part in male
culture", but she calls herself by a man's name.  She wears
her hair in a buzz-cut as a statement of individuality, but
then she wears a floppy leather hat over it almost all the time.
She says erotic pictures of naked women are exploitative, but
she has an erotic picture of a naked woman tattooed on her
stomach.  She is fascinating, but because I'm a man she'll
never let me touch her.

"I don't think she likes me," I said ruefully.

"That's mostly because of this," answered Pat, giving my cock
a long affectionate squeeze.  She kissed my shoulder.  I said
nothing for awhile, just lay there with my hand resting on her
belly, her fingers stroking my skin.

"Is that fair?" I asked eventually, and gasped as her hand
squeezed me again.

"If life were fair," she said, sliding one long sexy leg over
me, "Mike wouldn't have nearly as much to be angry about."  And
then she swung her hips up over mine, and her hand guided the
head of my cock between her labia, and her mouth covered my
lips.  I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass, and
her tongue played over my teeth as I slowly penetrated her,
the warm bulge of her stomach pressing into me.  As my penis
moved deeper into her body, she gasped and purred, and I felt
the wetness of her pussy flowing around me.  Cool morning air
drifted in through the open window and over our bodies.

We fucked for a long time.  Pat came once very quickly, her
eyes wide and her mouth open, her hips bucking and her cunt
sucking up and down my unyielding staff.  Then she lay her
head on my chest, my cock still deep inside her, and kissed
my skin with her soft lips.  I circled my hips slowly and
caressed her sides, and she moaned.  I took my time, moving
in and out of her at a slow relentless pace, letting the
tension build.  "Make me come," she whispered, teasing, in
my ear, "make me come again."  Eventually we did, my cock
swelling and throbbing inside her, the head plunging deep
and the shaft stroking her tender clit, her head back,
eyes closed, long incredulous moans coming from her lovely
throat.  Her second orgasm was long and intense, and the
beauty of her body and the contractions of her cunt brought
me over the edge, and I groaned and gasped and filled her
pussy with the hot whiteness of my cum.  She collapsed onto
me with one final moan, scream, of delight.  We lay, not
speaking, and felt the air drying the wetness on our skin.

"Aw!" came an ironic voice from the doorway, "How cozy!
How safe!  How very acceptable!"  Pat raised her head,
looked at me, and rolled her eyes.  "Scuse me," she
muttered, and got up.  In the doorway stood Mike, with a
robe covering her wide hips, small round breasts, amazing
tattoos.  And of course with her hat on her head.

Pat strode across the room, naked and fragrant.  She stopped
very close to Mike, and put out a hand.  She took Mike's
chin in her fingers, and squeezed, so that Mike's mouth
crumpled up.  Mike's eyes widened.  The day before, watching
Pat and Mike talking, fucking, I'd gotten the impression
that Mike was taller than Pat.  But just then she wasn't.

Pat's other hand came up, caressed Mike's forehead, and moved
slowly and possessively down her face.  "Dear Mike", Pat said,
"dear, dear Mike."  Her fingers fondly dented the skin of
Mike's cheek, "I am not a secret Lesbian who fucks men
just for shelter.  I am ME, and I love fucking him, and I
love fucking you, because that's ME, and that's the way my
mind and my body and my heart are put together."  Pat's fingers
touched Mike's mouth, opening her lips.  "Okay?"  And before
Mike could answer, Pat lowered her hands and kissed her, hard
and open and beautifully, on her crumpled mouth, and put her
arms around her.  After a moment, Mike's arms came up and
wrapped around Pat's naked back, and Mike's body curved into
Pat's embrace.  The kiss finished, and Mike stepped back.

"Yeah," she said, her eyes narrow and appraising, "yeah, sure."
Her mouth curved, "You've done a hell of a lot of growing up
since college, haven'tcha?"

"Yep," said Pat.  And she tilted her head at me.  "Let's all go
get some breakfast."

That afternoon Mike and I went for a walk in the Park.  It was
a lovely June day, and Pat had thrown us out.  We bought ice
cream from a vendor on the green, and walked over to the picnic
tables.  Mike was wearing loose combat shorts and a sleaveless
t-shirt; I tried not to admire her too obviously.  She licked
around the edge of her cone; her tongue was long and sharp.

"She's real fond of you," Mike said, perching on the edge of
a table and looking off across the green.

"I love her," I said.  One corner of her mouth twisted upwards,
but she didn't say anything.  "You?" I asked.

"Did once."  Her voice was low, and a little rough.  She seemed
to be watching something off in the distance.  She smiled.
"She's something, i'n't she?"

"Yeah."

She turned suddenly and looked at me, a drip of ice cream
overflowing the cone and rolling down her hand.  She took
a deep breath.

"Look, I don't know if I'm going to like you, 'cause you're a
hetboy, and you knocked up my friend."  The light caught her
eyes, and her nostrils flared slightly.  "But maybe we can
stand each other.  The Strumpet had an idea..."

"Strumpet" is Mike's nickname for Pat's younger sister, Julie.
Julie has GOOD ideas.

That evening after dinner, Mike and Julie went out to a movie,
and I took Pat back to the bedroom and slowly stripped her.
She stood smiling as I undid her buttons and slipped off her
clothes.  I touched her breasts lightly and kissed her mouth,
but when she reached for my zipper, I turned her around, lay
her down on her front on the bed.  I slipped a pillow under
her hips to take the pressure off her womb, and gave her a
long slow backrub.  She purred.  Her body was warm and firm
under my hands, and her muscles gradually relaxed.  Eventually,
she was a happy puddle of woman, her face pressed into the
pillows, her eyes closed.  I slid off of her and switched
off the lights.  She opened one eye.

"Boink?" she murmured.  I ruffled her hair gently, "Sleep,"
I suggested.  "Okey," she said, and soon she was snoring
quietly.  I pulled a sheet up over her glorious ass, and
settled down to wait.

After full darkness, I heard low sounds from the livingroom,
and the soft meep of the microwave.  Julie came in quietly and
put the warm little jar of scented oil down on the nighttable.
She touched my cheek and went out again.

I slipped out of my clothes, and dipped two fingers into
the jar.  The smell filled my head, reminded me of another
night, flesh on flesh, ragged breathing.  My cock began to
stiffen, and I ran my fingers over it, coating it with the
smooth slippery cream.  Then I pulled the covers gently down
Pat's long naked legs, and taking another fingerful from
the jar I gently spread her buttocks.  I coated the crack
of her ass, gently stroking the cream into her skin, around
the puckered flower of her anus.  "Mmmmmmm," she hummed
sleepily, "mmmm, Your Highness, this is so sudden!"  She
bent slightly at the hips, pressing the hot skin of her
ass against my fingers and opening herself wider.

I knelt behind her and slid my slippery cock, now quite hard,
up and down in the oiled crack of her ass, enjoying the heat
of her skin.  She wriggled her bottom, and I rose up, pointing
myself downward, and pressing against her asshole.  The tip
of my cock slid into her, but met resistance.  I nuzzled gently
at her, and she sighed deeply, and her muscles relaxed, and
I slipped slowly into her, the double ring of muscle caressing
and squeezing me as my cock entered her anus.  Then I was in
her to the hilt, my hips against her buttocks; her muscles
clenched and relaxed, squeezing the tears from my cock and
making me gasp.  Pat's mouth was open, her breathing deep and
slow.  Then Mike, naked, walked softly to the bed.

I wrapped my hands around Pat's hips and turned her onto her
side, my cock still in the grip of her ass.  Mike lay in front
of her, and kissed her face, and softly kneaded her breasts.
Pat gasped, and moaned, and laughed, helplessly happy sounds,
and the muscles of her anus began to twitch rhythmically around
me.  I pulled out of her an inch, and slowly pressed back in;
Mike pulled Pat's upper leg over her, and slipped one hand
between Pat's thighs, stroking her pussy as she kissed her
mouth, and my cock filled her ass.  Pat began to come, her
body shuddering and arching between us.  As she came, her
asshole clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed around my
cock, in sharp twitches that sent waves of pleasure through
my body.

We were merciless.  We kept Pat's body pinned between us,
writhing, trapped in orgasm, my penis moving more insistently
in and out of her from behind, Mike's mouth kissing her big
warm breasts and sucking her nipples; I felt Mike's fingers
slipping into her soft honeyed cunt, deep caresses pressing
and stroking through the tissues of Pat's body, the growing
heaviness of her womb near my cock.  The contractions of her
anus became longer and more intense.  A final long string of
orgasms took her, and Mike held her face and kissed her gasping
mouth as her body bucked between us, and with a long groan
I came in her ass, my semen spurting into her as her muscles
spasmed and she screamed.

My cock slipped limply from between Pat's cheeks, pushed out
by the muscles of her anus, and Pat collapsed, still gasping
and shuddering and laughing, her face hidden in the pillows,
her arms limp and unmoving on Mike's naked body, her breathing
quick and deep and sated.

Something white floated before my face in the dimness.  Mike's
hand.  I reached out and shook it; her grip was strong and warm.


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