My Friends the Allens -- In the Valley
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, kids.
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You wouldn't think a stripper would attract too much attention
in a room full of mostly-naked people, but all eyes were on
her as she stepped out from behind the screen.  She was tall
and blonde, dressed in a long velvet gown that clung to her
body.  Her breasts were enormous, and her chest jiggled
enticingly as she strutted around the clear space.  Three
assistants in leather patrolled the edge of the space,
flicking their short whips at anyone who tried to get too
close.

Her eyes moving hotly over her audience, she slowly peeled off
the long black gloves.  Her arms were pale and plump in the
soft light.  Then she tore open the gown, and we all shouted
in appreciation.  Underneath, her huge breasts strained at a
lacy underslung bra that pushed her nipples aggressively
toward us.  Below, she wore heels, thigh-high black stockings,
and a black thong.  Letting the gown fall, she began to bump and
grind, her breasts gleaming with a fine coating of oil or
sweat as they bounced in the confines of the bra.

I sat in a chair near the impromptu runway where the gorgeous
woman writhed for our pleasure.  The Allen sisters were on
either side of me.  Pat was in tight leathers, and Julie
and I were buck-naked.  It was the first party of this kind
they'd managed to get me invited to, and I'd been a little
nervous.  Now, though, I was too fascinated by the stripper
to remember that I was naked and slightly chilly in a room
full of kinky strangers.

The woman squeezed and stroked her tits through the bra, holding
them out for the audience to appreciate, pressing them together,
rubbing her nipples and licking her lips.  Then she undid the
front clasp and slid the bra off backwards.  The big mounds of
warm flesh spilled out, nipples erect and pointing slightly
downward toward her stomach.  She wriggled her hips, and her
boobs swung and jiggled, to the delight of the crowd.  I'm
usually not really turned on by enormous jugs, but she was so
obviously proud and female and excited that my penis was at
full attention.  I couldn't help but look around to see if
anyone had noticed my embarassing condition, but of course no
one was looking at me.  The woman on stage had her boobs again
in her hands, and her eyes were closed as she rolled the nipples
between her fingers and rocked her hips.  One of the assistants
brought out an odd-looking stool and put it down in front of her.

Slowly, eyes still closed, she ran her hands down her body, over
her stomach, and under the thong.  She eased it down her pale
sexy legs and off.  Now she was naked except for the heels and
black stockings.  Love juices gleamed on her upper thighs, and
her huge tits were slick and shiny.  Opening her eyes, she moved
to the stool, and as she lowered herself onto it, I realized that
the odd bump in the center was a big, thick dildo, dripping with
lubricant.  She sat on the stool, and the dildo plunged between
her ripe thighs and into her wet pussy.  She gasped, eyes closed
again, arms behind her.  She leaned back.  Her vast shiny breasts
swayed and rolled as she arched her back, driving the shaft more
deeply into herself, then rising up so we could see it sliding
out of her, just the tip still engulfed between her legs.  The
music pounded.

She brought one hand to her chest, and squeezed and rubbed her
tits as she lowered herself again, and began to seriously fuck
the stool.  The crowd was quiet now, except for hot and heavy
breathing.  She bent her head forward, and brought her left
nipple to her mouth, tonguing and kissing it until it was wet
and hard.  Then the right nipple was in her mouth.  Then her
eyes were closed tight as her head went back, and she leaned
far backward on her arms, groaning from deep in her throat and
bucking wildly as she came on the stool, pussy clamped around
the hard unmoving staff.  In the audience, someone screamed
with pleasure.  Her orgasm went on for a long time, her breasts
heaving as she gasped for air, her strong pale body tensing
and relaxing in waves of esctasy.

After the performance, the assistants put away the stool and the
screen, and the cleared space vanished, as people began to mingle,
and to set up play-areas of their own.  The woman, having lifted
herself shuddering off the stool, talked briefly to a few fans,
and then walked over to us.  Pat embraced her, and they kissed
hotly.  "Lovely show, Audrey!" said Julie, and introduced me to
the gorgeous stripper.  "Uh, very pleased to meet you," I
stammered, torn between my lust for this gorgeous woman, and
my embarassment at the erection I still carried between my
legs.  She smiled warmly.  "The girls have told me SO much
about you!"  And then her arms were around me, and her lips
on mine.

Her smell was incredible, sweat and oil mixing with the
juices from her just-fucked cunt.  I thrust my tongue into her
mouth, and she shuddered, her huge tits crushed against my
chest.  "Have a seat," she whispered.  I sat down, and she
knelt in front of me.  As I watched in amazement, she took
her warm shiny breasts in her hands, placed them around my
erect cock, and began to rub them up and down.  As I threw
back my head and gasped, the sisters laughed.  "I guess we'll
see you later," said Pat, moving off.  Julie leaned down and
kissed me, hard, on the mouth, running her tongue along my teeth
as Audrey's boobs caressed my cock.  Then she drifted off
also, leaving me at the mercy of the incredibly-endowed
stripper.

"Would you like to come between my breasts?" she asked in a low
husky voice as I rocked my hips, glorying in the waves of
pleasure from my suffocated cock.  "It might be AHHHHH sort
of messYYY!" I gasped, fucking her tits uncontrollably as
she caressed my balls with one hand.  "That's OK, I'm sort
of a messy person," she breathed.  I pressed her boobs with
my hands, squeezing them harder against my thrusting prick,
and rubbing and pulling at her nipples.  She closed her
eyes and ran her hands around the base of my cock.

"Needs more lubrication," she said, and wrapping both hands
around my throbbing member, she took it in her mouth, sucking
gently, and making it slick with her saliva and its own tears.
Then she slid it back between her knockers again, and I groaned
with pleasure.  The valley between those two hot mounds of woman
was soft and slick, tight and maddening.  I swelled larger and
longer and harder, and I knew I was about to come.  I tried
to slow down my thrusting, but she purred deeply, clamped her
tits tighter around me, and ran them up and down my cock.
When the head moved near her mouth, she teased it with her
tongue.  "You are going to COME!" she said, "Come all over my
tits, come now, come on me!"  And I did, jerking and yelling as
the hot cum spurted out of me.  She took my cock in her hands
and squeezed it, drawing stream after stream out and over her
huge tits, her neck, her chin, and into her mouth.  With every
spurt, another wave of incredible pleasure went through me.

When my body was empty, she kissed the head of my cock fondly
and stood up.  She bent over and kissed me on the mouth.  I was
very aware of the softness of her stomach and the heat of her
pussy inches from my face.  She noticed me looking.  "If you see
something you like, take it!"  I wrapped my hands around her hips
and drew her to me, burying my face in the soft womanflesh.  I
kissed her stomach, her mons, and ran my tongue in between her
thighs.  She sighed with pleasure and lowered herself to the
floor.  All around us, people gasped and shouted, laughed and
screamed, as they played out their own fantasies.  I moved in
between the lovely woman's legs, and began to eat her big warm
pussy.  Her outer lips parted easily under my tongue, and I slid
back the hood and sucked on her clitoris.  She moaned and twined
her fingers in my hair as I thrust one, then two fingers deeply
into her cunt, rubbing the inner walls in time to my licks at
her clit.  I brought her to the edge of orgasm, then stopped
and kissed her thighs.  I brought her to the edge again, and
stopped, and she screamed and cursed.  I laughed, did nothing,
and then suddenly spread her wide open and clamped my lips around
her clit, fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt.  She came loud
and long, writhing and arching on the floor.

We both stood up unsteadily, and she embraced me fondly.  "The
girls were certainly right about you!" she said, and grinned, and
disappeared into the crowd.  I strolled around the room, dabbing at
my soft sticky cock with a paper towel from one of the piles that
lay here and there.  I watched people fucking, sucking, tying each
other up in various creative ways.  I tried to keep clear of the
ones with the whips.  In one corner of the room, I came upon
Julie, blindfolded and strapped to a frame that held her naked
body upright, her arms above her head.  A thin red-headed man
with a short whip was in charge.  After getting whispered
permission from the redhead, I walked quietly up to the bound
girl, and kissed her hard and suddenly on the mouth, and ran
my tongue along her teeth.  After the kiss, she smiled, but then
screamed as the redhead laid the whip smartly across her ass.
"No fraternizing!" he shouted.  I winked at him and drifted on.

I watched in admiration as two men fucked a lovely tall woman
in a white nurse's uniform.  One had his cock in her pussy, and
the other was moving slowly in and out of her well-lubricated
ass.  I wouldn't have thought it was anatomically possible, but
they all seemed to be enjoying it very much.  As the men thrust
in and out of her, all three moaned, and I saw the men kiss
across her shoulder.  My cock was becoming gradually erect again.

"Over here!" I heard Pat's voice from across the room.  She
stood in her leathers, with a long soft whip, presiding over a
king-sized inflatable matress where various bodies writhed in
ecstasy.  She kissed me, and then shoved me roughly onto the
bed.  "Get on!" she shouted, and flicked the whip across my
shoulders.  Confused at first, I saw that a sweaty young woman
lay on her back before me, her legs spread.  She reached out
and grabbed my cock.  "Quickly, before Mistress gets annoyed."
I wasn't sure if that was really fear in her eyes, but I went
to her, and she guided my now-stiff cock into her pussy.  She
was surprisingly tight, and I began to moan and thrust into her.
Again, the whip cracked over my shoulders, harder this time, and
painful.  "Not so fast!" Pat growled.  The shock interrupted
my rhythm, and I started again, more slowly, and more achingly
erect from the pause.  The girl under me grinned broadly, and
rocked her hips.  "Ahh, you're big!" she gasped.  Again the whip
cracked, and the girl's eyes widened.  Again the rhythm was broken
and re-established, and again I was bigger and harder.

As my cock swelled larger inside her, the girl drew me down
to her.  As we fucked harder and more intensely, the blows
from Pat's whip came more and more frequently.  The fire on
my back and sides combined crazily with the pleasure in my
hips.  The girl writhed and screamed as my cock thrust into
her and Pat's whip caressed her sides and legs.  I came in
a long succession of jerks that matched the rhythm of the
whip on my shoulders.  The girl's cunt spasmed and sucked at
me as she came, too, and the long hot flow of orgasm merged
with the hot pain of the whip, and my mind went out entirely
for a moment, in an explosion of white and red.  Then we
were rolled off the mattress to make room for more.  The
girl fell on top of me, stretched limp and sated across my
sweating body.  "Thanks so much," she whispered, "isn't she
a WONDERFUL Mistress?"

I could only agree.

My Friends the Allens -- In the Valley
by Mark Aster
The End