My Friends the Allens -- Fantasy Bathhouse
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, folks.
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"So what's the occasion?" I asked, sitting in the back of
the cab, comfortably squeezed between the lucious body
of Julie Allen to my right, and her equally lucious older
sister Pat to my left.  "Oh, just a night out," said
Julie, grinning transparently at her sister.

The cab dropped us off at an unmarked building in an
unremarkable section of town.  Pat unlocked a door, and we
went in.  The lobby was dim and warm, soft music playing
from nowhere, and nothing obvious to do.  A few people
circulated to no apparent purpose.  Julie introduced us
to a pair of lovely young Oriental women in loose silk
gowns that moved softly and luminously over their slender
bodies.  "This is Midori," in green, "and this is Alani,"
in a subtle dusky orange.  "Are they Irish?" I whispered
softly as we walked away.  Pat poked me in the ribs,
"Japanese Hawaiian, twins."  "Aren't they sweet?" added
Julie, "We'll be seeing more of them later."

After a little more aimless wandering, Pat led us down a
short corridor and into a small room, humid and even warmer
than the lobby.  The girls began to undress, and I followed
their example.  Off came the blouses and bras, revealing
four perfect breasts, two big and two small, all exquisite.
Off came the skirts and panties, revealing the sisters in all
their glory, and bringing my penis quickly to attention.  I
would normally have grabbed at least a bottom or two, but
something in the girls' eyes told me to look, but not touch.
For now.  Naked, I followed Pat and Julie into the next room,
admiring their bare legs and asses, and wondering what was
to come.

In the next corridor, we were showered with warm water from
invisible spouts somewhere above.  The air was warm and
scented.  I watched drops gather in the sisters' hair,
flow down their naked backs, run between their shiny breasts.
The corridor opened out into a room, still warm and dimly
lit, and the shower stopped.  "Have a seat," said Pat,
motioning me into an odd couch set into the floor, as she
sat her lovely rear down on a similar one beside me.

The room was a dark beach, half filled with shallow
warm water, like a wading pool.  The edge of the pool was
soft, like leather, and three couches, really just contoured
places in the sloping bank, were set into the side, half
submerged in the water.  I lay comfortably in one, Pat next
to me, and Julie in the third beyond her.  The room was so
dark I couldn't see the other side of the pool, and I had
the vivid illusion that we were on the beach of some dark
shallow sea that stretched for miles beyond where we lay.
Gentle music and splashing sounds came from the pool, and
the warm misty air smelled of lilacs.

I relaxed on my couch, torn between advancing upon one of
the girls and just relaxing sensously on the couch, with
the warm water lapping at my naked skin, when Midori and
Alani appeared in the room, like ghosts or flowers in their
silk robes.  Then, almost together, they undid the robes
and stepped out of them.  Underneath, their slim exquisite
bodies were bare.  As they stepped into the calf-deep
water and walked toward us, I was captured completely by
their smooth golden skin, small delicate breasts, muscular
legs.  My pulse sped up, and my cock stood at full alert.

Moving slowly and without a wasted motion, Midori and
Alani knelt by Julie, and began to stroke her naked body.
From somewhere, they produced wet cloths and scented oils,
and slowly rubbed her all over.  At first, Julie was on her
stomach, and they rubbed her back and buttocks, oiling
her long sexy legs, and massaging the soles of her feet.
Then they turned her gently over, and rubbed her shoulders,
her breasts, her stomach.  As Midori's small hands moved
in circles around Julie's stiffening nipples, oiling
and kneading her small firm breasts, Alani leaned down and
gently kissed her on the mouth, running her tonge slowly and
sensuously over the reclining girl's lips.  Both women had
their eyes closed.  It was an incredibly beautiful kiss.

Then Midori began to rub Julie's stomach and thighs, as
Alani slowly kissed and stroked her arms, shoulders and breasts.
Midori moved between her legs, gently opening and massaging
her outer lips; Julie's head went back, and she began to
sigh and gasp, eyes closed, hands and body relaxing completely
into the pleasure.  I slid off my couch and lay behind Pat,
who had turned to watch her sister.  I put one hand on the
curve of her hip, and my cock rested against her ass.
She put her hand over mine, fond but restraining, and
whispered "Patience.  Just watch the show."  Julie's
breathing became rougher as Midori's small mouth began
to kiss and lick at her inner thighs.  "How come Julie
gets to go first?" I asked.  "Long story," Pat breathed
back, "shut up and relax."

Alani rose up and began to rub the tips of her small conical
breasts softly over Julie's face.  Midori gently lifted
Julie's long legs over her shoulders, and buried her face
in the gasping girl's wide open cunt.  Julie began to
moan, and her back arched strongly, as the slender Japanese
girl ate her pussy with her mouth, and stroked her thighs
with her hands.  Midori moved two fingers slowly up
Julie's thigh and into her vagina, delicately opening
and stretching her.  Julie gasped, and took Alani's
breasts in her hands, squeezing and kissing as she began
to come.  I could see the muscles of her stomach tense
and relax, tense and relax, in long slow waves of pleasure
as Midori's tongue caressed her clit, and Midori's
fingers stroked her hot soaking inner walls.  As Julie
came to full orgasm, Alani kissed her long and deeply
on the mouth, breaking off only at Julie's final
incredulous scream of ecstasy.

Julie lay limp and content on her couch, the warm water
lapping at her flushed skin, and Midori and Alani turned
gracefully toward Pat and me.  Alani put her arms around
Pat and kissed her hungrily on the mouth.  Midori guided
me silently back to my place, and had me lie on my stomach.
I felt her small hands rubbing those same scented oils into
my skin, and my body quickly relaxed completely, all except
my cock, trapped under me, which still throbbed with desire.
I turned my head to the side, and watched as Alani oiled
and stroked Pat's shoulders, her flat stomach, her big
tanned breasts.  Any disappointment I felt in having only
one of the Hawaiian beauties attending to me dissolved
as Midori gently turned me over, and her hands and mouth
began to roam over my body.

At first, she rubbed my skin with a soft wet cloth and
her small warm hands.  The gentle pressures both
relaxed me and brought my nerves to the peak of sensitivity.
As she worked, every touch became more and more distinct,
more breathtakingly erotic.  Then she stretched her
lovely naked body beside me, one breast just touching my
shoulder, one thigh just brushing against me.  As she
stroked my chest and arms softly with her hands, she
kissed my cheek, and whispered in a soft unaccented
voice "If there's anything you'd especially like me to
do, just let me know."  The feeling of her lips on my
face was too much to take; I took her head in my hands,
and pressed my mouth to her soft smiling lips.  Her mouth
opened at once, and my tongue hungrily explored her;
her lips were impossibly soft and yielding, her mouth
small and sweet and exotic.  Her lips tightened just
slightly, and she sucked on my searching tongue.

I shuddered with desire, but restrained myself from
immediately fucking her.  I managed to draw away from
her mouth, and whisper "You do whatever comes naturally;
I trust your instincts."  The slim Asian woman smiled
slightly, closed her eyes, and ran her tongue over my
lips as Alani had earlier done to Julie.  I closed my
eyes and sighed as she began to kiss my neck and chest,
and touch my erect cock with her fingers.

She ran her tongue gently over each of my nipples, and
the soft touches on my cock became firmer.  She kissed my
stomach, tickling the skin with her wet lips, and toyed
with my balls with one hand.  Then both hands began to
stroke my cock, softly but firmly surrounding me with
the heat of her hands and the slickness of the oil.  As
she rubbed it in, my erection became painfully hard.  She
gently squeezed me in time to the hot heartbeat of my
shaft, and I arched my back.  She kept me there for a long
time, on the edge of the path to orgasm, my cock throbbing
in her small gentle hands, my hips thrusting at her.
The pleasure was incredible; I wanted to stay forever,
and at the same time I wanted to thrust myself into her
and come.  Then she took me into her mouth.

Her lips were like a band of fire, a ring of ecstasy
running down my cock with maddenning slowness.  She
engulfed the smooth head in her mouth, gently circling
with her tongue.  She moved down the shaft, taking my
length into her mouth and throat.  I gasped and bucked,
trying to force myself still deeper into her sweetness.
She held me fully in her mouth for a few moments, sucking
at me and exploring me with her tongue as I groaned and
writhed.  Then she moved back up; as my shaft came out of
her mouth, slick and slippery from her mouth and the oil,
she took it in one hand, the other gently cupping my balls.
When just the head was in her mouth, she squeezed her lips
together in a kissing motion that popped me from her
mouth, and made me gasp.  Then she kissed and licked my
cock a few times, and slipped it back into her mouth.
With Pat's sighs and moans from the next couch making an
erotic background music, Midori began to suck in earnest.

I felt my cock expanding and hardening as Midori's lips
slid faster up and down, the muscles of her lips now
soft, now tight, over the throbbing ridges of my skin.
Her tongue pressed against me as she took me deep into
her throat, and licked at the skin of the head as she
slid me out again.  I opened my eyes and looked down
for a moment.  My cock, slick and hard and full of blood,
filled her mouth; her eyes were closed in concentration,
and her jet-black hair fell on my body in waves as she
rocked her head up and down over me.  I felt the cum rising
in me, and lay back down.  My cock became even harder, even
longer, and intense bursts of pleasure began to run through
me where Midori's hot little mouth caressed my length.
She felt me about to come, and suddenly slowed down her
sucking, taking me deeply and agonizingly into her, stopping
to stroke with her tongue, and then quickly out and in again,
out and in, until I screamed with the hot joy of it, and shot
into her mouth, every muscle in my body tensing for an instant
as I exploded.  She moaned, the first uncontrolled sound I'd
heard her make, and swallowed my hot cum.

She kept her mouth on me until every drop was gone,
and my body had stopped shuddering.  Then she came up
to lie beside me in the crook of my arm, and kissed
me softly on the lips.  We both watched as Alani
finished bringing Pat to a long moaning orgasm, her
tongue buried deep in the bucking wet pussy.  I let
my hands roam freely over Midori's small exquisite
body, cupping her small warm breasts and tracing the
line of her jaw.

When all three of us were sated, Alani and Midori lay
down on the strange soft shore, the water kissing their
thighs, and we made smalltalk, as lovers do.  I continued
stroking Midori's body, as Julie touched Alani, and Pat
smiled benignly at us all.  After awhile, I had a good
stiff erection again, and with her kind permission I
moved on top of Midori and we made love.

Her body was a beautiful instrument, her pussy tight and
very wet.  As calm as she had seemed while pleasuring me
and enduring my hands on her body, she must have been
very turned on, and she started to come almost as soon as
I entered her.  A flush moved over the soft golden skin
of her stomach, and deep inside her the walls of her
pussy began to contract in long slow waves around my
cock.  I moved slowly in and out of her, lifting up to
draw my shaft over her clit, and sinking down to penetrate
every inch of her warm inwardness.  Her eyes rolled up in
her head, and she hungrily stroked my ass with her hands,
urging me still deeper inside her.  I kissed her mouth,
her nose, her eyelids, and let my hands run over her
breasts.  When her first orgasm finished, I was still
hard and throbbing inside her, and when I came, spurting
semen once again into her delicate body and gasping
impassioned nonsense into her ear, she was well into
her second.  After a few moments of stillness and
another soft kiss, I rolled off of her, and we lay
in the water, the five of us talking or being silent,
for some time.

"So did you enjoy the night out?" Julie asked in the cab
on the way home.  "Very much," I replied, "those two must
be very... um... popular."  Pat and Julie laughed.  "Actually,"
said Julie, "they're second-year art students at the U.
They don't normally do this.  They just..." Pat cleared
her throat loudly.  "They just owed me a favor."  Julie
finished, and they both laughed again.  I wondered, not
for the first and definitely not for the last time, just
what the sisters actually did when I wasn't around.  And
as usual I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

My Friends the Allens -- Fantasy Bathhouse
by Mark Aster
The End