My Friends the Allens -- Episode 76
Corruption of the Innocent
by Mark Aster


We've all read those stories about the lonely young man who
meets a strange beautiful girl who takes him back to her room
and he finds he's walked into a wild dream-fulfilling orgy.
Who is that girl?  Who are the depraved hedonists that bring
the young hero to his unlikely series of orgasms, while fucking
each other silly?  This exclusive report takes you to...

"Driving fast down Interstate 80, with my shorts off and two
fingers buried in my pussy!"

"Whose fingers?"

"My very own fingers, no one else's!  Self-abuse at eighty miles
an hour."

"You never."

"Did, did, did, 'n' did!"

"There oughta be a law."

"There would be a law, if the law would admit such a thing was
even thinkable.  You could have killed somebody, little Sister!"

"Pshaw," Julie pshawed, "I oomfed a dozen times on that trip,
and only drove off the road once.  It's flat and straight and
yum out there, diddling myself on the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming
and a whole house full of stiff young American pricks."

Now Julie doesn't always talk like this.  We'd had quite a few
beers, although I hadn't had as many as the girls.  The warm
softening effect of beer is very nice on pussies, but not as
welcome on cocks, if you receive my meaning.  My cock was good
and alert inside my boxers at the moment, admiring Julie and
her sister Pat spread out on the furniture in t-shirts and
panties and little else, Pat's legs spread comfortably apart
and Julie's nipples poking at the thin tight cotton.  "How
about you, sister?"

"Well, one time," said Pat, pushing her shirt up and running
her hands over her stomach and thighs, "there was this really
cute guy undressing me with his eyes when I was waitressing
at Marie's, and then a couple of months later there he was
looking lonely in the bar, and I made a pass at him.  He fell
for it like a stone, and I took him up to the room, and he
grabbed my ass and kissed me and the next thing I knew we were
fucking each other silly on the couch, and we hadn't even said
a dozen words to each other."

"I remember him!" Julie piped up, sitting up with the soles
of her feet together, fine little hairs peeking out around
her panty, "After you left, he found me up on the balcony,
and kissed me, and fucked me with his fingers and his tongue
and I just came and came!  He was so nice."

"Whatever happened to him?" said Pat, slipping off her panties.
Him was me, of course, and I figured this was my cue to go over
and screw Pat's brains out for old time's sake, but Julie was
ahead of me.

"I leap passionately upon you!" Julie cried, and she clasped
her arms around her sister's thighs and took a mouthful of the
smooth hot flesh.  Pat growled and did things with her hips
and my cock twitched some more.

"God, we're happy," I said to the world in general.

"Such joy should be shared," Pat said, putting her hands up to
her chest and squeezing her own boobs through the t-shirt and
bra.

"Shared!" said Julie, loudly, raising her head suddenly from
Pat's thigh, where a perfect small hickey had formed.  "Yeah,
shared!"  And she got up and vanished up the stairs, the
muscles of her nearly-naked young ass moving adorably.

"What's with the Strumpet?" I asked.  Pat shrugged and rolled
off of her chair, came over to me on the couch, and putting one
knee on either side of my lap, straddled me with her thighs and
kissed my mouth with her soft warm demanding lips.  I slid my
hands over her ass, her back, and then in under her t-shirt
to press and squeeze her breasts through her bra.  She growled
again and pushed her body forward, trapping my cock against my
body with her bare moist pussy.  Our mouths opened and our
tongues played hotly together, and I stroked her naked ass.
She groaned.

Julie clattered back down the stairs, wearing a thin and very
sexy housecoat and matching blue heels.  She opened the door
and turned to us still kissing on the couch.  "Ah'll be Bach!"
she intoned, and went out, closing the door behind her.

Pat and I sat necking for a long time, working up serious
heat as her thighs stroked my lap and our mouths opened and
closed on each other.  Her eyes were shut, and she was
moaning and panting most erotically.  I slipped my fingers
in under her shirt and her bra and pinched at her big
erect nipples.  "Ah, God," she breathed, "God I am so horny
you have GOT to fuck me you big sexy nasty man oh god" and
I kissed her again to shut her up, and she moaned and writhed
in my arms for another long time, and I felt the tears leaking
from the end of my poor trapped cock.  I was about to toss
her onto the rug and fuck her proper when the door opened again,
revealing a startled young man with broad shoulders and a
tousled blond mane.

"Oh, uh, I..." he explained, his eyes widening at the sight of
Pat's panting and exquisite body half-naked in my lap.  "Sorry,
I..." and he tried to take a step backwards.

"No, no, no, no, no, g'win, g'win, g'win, g'win!" came Julie's
besotted voice from behind him, and Julie pushed him into the
room and closed the door.  Her housecoat was charmingly askew.
"These are the friends I was telling you about.  Friends, this
is Frederick --"

"Uhh, call me Fred," he said, still staring at Pat.  She grinned
seductively at him and turned in my lap, aiming the wetness of
her cunt at his ensorcelled eyes.

"Frederick," continued Julie, "was all a-lonely down in the
lobby, and when I sat down next to him he talked to me very
nicely."

"Are you sure he's nice?" asked Pat.

Julie swung around in front of Fred, facing him, and twined her
arms around him, and kissed his mouth very decisively, for a
long time.  Then she pulled back her head and, still looking
into his face, said rather breathlessly "He's VERY nice," and
then kissed him again.  He seemed not entirely steady on his
feet, but he had the presence of mind to move his hands down her
back and squeeze her charming little ass while it was in range.

Pat looked at me with an evil grin, gave me a sound kiss on the
lips, and went over behind Fred and began rubbing her ample
body against his back as Julie kissed him open-mouthed.

"My sister says you're nice, Fred," she said in a rough
seductive voice.  "Would you like to fuck her?  You can fuck
her if you want to.  Or you can fuck me.  I love to be
fucked."  And she ran her fingers through his hair and
kissed the back of his neck, pressing her breasts against
him.  He let out a helpless groan.  Pat chuckled.

Julie took a step backward, her hands on Fred's chest, and
gave Pat a dirty look over Fred's shoulder.  "Now don't be
mean to Frederick," she said, although I'm not sure I'd call
what Pat was doing exactly "mean" myself.  Julie took another
step back, and let the housecoat fall to the ground.  Then she
stripped the tight t-shirt off over her head.  She was braless,
sans bra, bare-titted in the warm light of the living room,
and her breasts were small and perfect.  Pat's hands roamed
over Fred's chest from behind, and she circled her tongue
around the shell of his ear.  His eyes were wide, and he
looked slightly delerious.  Pat's hands moved lower, and
she unsnapped his pants.

"Oh, that's a good idea," said Julie, her hands going up
unconsciously to her breasts and gently kneading her own
delectable flesh, "can we see what's in there?  Do you mind
if we take off your pants, Frederick?"

Frederick didn't mind.  Frederick even managed to help a
little, prying his shoes off so the girls could slide off his
pants and drawers more easily.  His cock, needless to say, was
stiff.  "You have a nice prick, Fred," said Pat, now kneeling
behind him.  Her hand went forward and the fingers closed around
the base of the shaft, tilting it upward.  Fred groaned again.
"Thanks," he managed to say.  I was impressed.

"So you want to ball one of the girls here, Fred?" I asked,
sort of getting into the spirit of the thing.  "Don't let them
scare you; they're just playing around.  They're really
pussycats."  At this, Pat growled, or meowed, loudly, stood
up, turned Fred around and, after grinning into his eyes for
a second, kissed him firmly on the mouth.  It was a rough
and humorous kiss at first, but he was apparently taking it
seriously enough, and Pat was still wound up enough from our
nearly-consummated necking on the couch, that it quickly became
a full-blown clinch, with Fred's hands full of Pat's behind,
Pat's arms tightly around Fred, and their mouths pressed
together in that old eternal hunger.  I took a deep breath
and tried to calm my cock, which had been on the verge of
going off for several minutes.  The room was quiet but for
the inevitable moans and soft liquid sounds from the newly-
acquainted lovers kissing in stage center.  Julie stood to
one side, beautifully half-naked, and considered them, her
tongue now and then moistening her lips, and her fingers
playing idly with her hardening pink nipples.  Then she walked
over to them and began to caress Pat's rear.

Julie's fingers slid around Fred's clutching hands, and in
between her sister's legs, forward toward the sweetness of
her cunt.  Pat groaned deeper at the familiar intrusion, and
parted her thighs slightly as she stood with her mouth around
Fred's tongue.  "Patty," Julie whispered, "Patty you can kiss
him a little more and then I want him back, so he can lick my
tits and spread my legs and kiss my mouth and fuck me, 'cause
I found him, and I want him first."  Pat broke the kiss, her
eyes rolled up halfway in her head from Fred's ardent lips and
Julie's fingers between her legs, and her body shuddered.

I rose and went over to them, and as Julie insinuated herself
into the arms of Fred, who seemed to have lost track of just
what was going on, I took Pat by the arms and pushed her down
onto the rug, and threw myself on top of her and kissed her.
Her mouth was warm from Fred's lips, and her legs spread easily
apart.  "Oh, yeah," she breathed, "it's you again.  I like
you.  Will you please fuck me now, I am SO goddamned excited,"
and she pulled off my boxers and I undid her bra so I could
suck on her nipples, and then I pushed her knees upward and
slid my aching cock up the sweet hot wetness of her cunt,
and then finally at last Jesus Christ what took you so long
inside her.

Julie, smiling, unbuttoned Fred's shirt and slipped it off,
dodging his attempts to grab her or kiss her until he was
naked, then she slipped her panties off and went into his
arms and they were kissing again, but naked this time, Fred's
pale stiff cock pressing into Julie's soft tan stomach as
my own prick delved deep into Pat's yearning pussy and we
sighed and panted and groaned on the rug.  Julie kissed her
young victim's nipples, and touched his cock with her fingers,
and then knealed down and ran the purplish head over her
eyes and her face.  Pat's hands caressed my ass as I moved
in and out of her, and a string of loving curses came from
her lips when I wasn't crushing them with kisses.  Her tits
heaved as she gasped and panted.  Fred let out a big
disbelieving sigh as Julie opened her lips and engulfed his
prick.

"You got the rhythm?" Pat gasped under me.  "I got -- ooh --
I got the rhythm," I replied.  When we had the rhythm, we could
do this, this lying on the rug and screwing, balling, fucking
each other's brains out talking dirty and kissing and licking
and tit-sucking with my cock buried inside her for a very long
good time.  I was very hard, but not about to come, and she was
very hot and very wet and coming just a little all the time and
God she was beautiful.

Julie's lips moved up and down Fred's cock, and he was most
definitely having trouble standing.  Julie, always perceptive,
pulled her mouth off of him with a wet pop, and drew him down
beside her on the rug.  He lay down on his back, dazed, and the
glowing young tart reapplied herself to his twitching member,
putting out her tongue and licking the thin sensitve skin with
long delighted licks, and cradling his balls in her hand.

"I think you might come soon," she said, "I think you might come
in my mouth if I suck you much more.  Would that be OK?"  And
Fred must have thought that was OK, because his hips bucked up
against her hand and he groaned.  "You can fuck me later,"
Julie said decisively, and she lowered her mouth over him
again, and from the sounds he made I guessed that she was
right about his impending orgasm.  Under me, impaled by my cock,
Pat began to groan rhythmically as her little orgasms piled
up toward one big one.  I took one of her stiff brown nipples
between her fingers and tweaked it unmercifully.  "Unngh!" she
shouted, and began to squirm and rock faster and harder.  I
laughed and plunged deeper into her.

Just as Pat reached the first major peak of her long climax,
Fred shouted and came in Julie's mouth, his semen filling her
lips and spilling out down her neck.  She swallowed and sucked
harder, and he shouted again, and grunted, and groaned, and then
his body went limp.  Pat grabbed my head and pulled my face to
hers and kissed me and arched herself against me, and I felt
the wave of her orgasm pulling at my pumping cock.  It was good,
it was really very very good.  I stroked my tongue in and out
of her mouth in time to my cock's motion in her cunt, and she
sucked on it and gasped and moaned.  My cock was impossibly
hard, and I was torn between wanting to do this forever, and
wanting to finally burst in the hot sweet darkness inside her,
and break open, and fill her up.  I fucked her slowly, to put
off the decision.

"Was that nice, Frederick?" Julie asked, looking up from his
crotch at his still-astonished face.  Every muscle in his
body had spasmed when he came, and now he was utterly relaxed,
except perhaps for his eyebrows.  "You're incredible," he
whispered, and he surprised the curvy pink girl by sitting up
and taking her in his arms and kissing her as I continued to
fuck her big sister on the rug next to them.

Pat came down from her orgasm and, finding me still atop her
with my cock buried in her, panting and groaning with lust,
she grinned an evil grin again, and broke the long rhythm,
rocking her hips and sucking at me with her muscular cunt in
a way that closed my eyes and opened my mouth.  She drew my
head down onto her shoulder, and whispered that she loved me,
and that I felt so good inside her, and that she loved to be
fucked, and her hips rocked faster and finally I came, the semen
ripped out of my aching penis by the softness and the sex of
her, and her voice in my ear, and I groaned and came and came
and came and the hot white fluid filled her and she laughed and
gasped and kissed me.

Beside us, Fred had Julie on her back on the floor, and was
eating her pussy enthusiastically, his arms around her thighs
and his face buried in her crotch.  She was breathing hard and
stroking his head and murmuring little blasphemies of
encouragement and advice.  "Oh yes, oh you do that just --
oh god yes that's -- ah a little hi AHHH yes that -- ooooh,
Frederick god ahh."  And soon her breathing got even harder,
and then she stopped talking, and then as his fingers moved
inside her and his tongue thrummed her clit, she came screaming
and twisting on the floor under his mouth, and then she pulled
him up and kissed him, and we all cuddled together on the
rug for awhile, and then Pat got up to get washcloths and
tea.

"Nice to meet you, Fred," I said, watching Pat's ass undulate
as she walked off.  "You live around here?"

"I'm just in town for a couple of days, and there's some stuff
I've really got to do." he said regretfully.

"Well, you've got to stick around for a little while longer,"
said Julie, her lower lip pouting, "you still haven't FUCKED
me!"  But he was young, and about ten minutes later, he did.


Corruption of the Innocent
by Mark Aster
The End