My Friends the Allens -- In the Valley by Mark Aster = = = 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. = = = 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