Message-ID: <4250eli$9709191656@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MyFrThAl@aol.com Subject: Repost: Mark Aster: Dyke Crossing (FF,MF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970919062018_1391757395@emout02.mail.aol.com> One of my personal favorites. Remind me not to wait too long to post the sequel, "Friction". Comments eagerly sought, as always! .. Mark My Friends the Allens -- Dyke Crossing by Mark Aster = = = 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. = = = I was supposed to meet Pat at noon, but I got to the corner at quarter 'til, so I had a little time to sit and watch the girls go by. It was a warm late-June day, and the downtown sidewalk was busy. Not far from me, sitting on a narrow window ledge with one leg up and a nice stretch of thigh showing through the slit in her long denim dress, a tall woman in a floppy leather hat toyed idly with her belt and stared off into space. I strolled over. "Lovely day," I said, perching casually on the other end of the ledge. "Uh-huh," she said. Her eyes, peering at me from under the worn brim of the hat, were intelligent and ironic. Her dress was sleaveless, and she had a coiled snake tatooed on one bicep. No hair showed around the hat. Her mouth was small, shapely, without lipstick, curled skeptically. I couldn't resist. "You come here often?" I asked, with my best "I'm kidding" smile. She snorted. It was a good snort; I wished she'd been drinking, so the liquid could have come out her sharp Aquiline nose. "That's (A) the stupidest pick-up line in the world, and (B) I don't DO boys!" Oh. "Oh, sorry! No offense." "No problem," she grinned, sizing me up with her eyes. "You're kind of cute, for a boy." And she reached out one hand and put her thumb on my nose, and pushed. Hard. It hurt. Rubbing my offended nose tenderly, I mumbled, "I know someone you really ought to meet." Right on cue, Pat came around the corner, beyond the tatooed woman, gorgeous and hot in her shortest red dress, her hair free around her shoulders, her pregnancy just beginning to show. She waved to me, then her eyes suddenly fixed on the woman. "Mike?!" Pat said. The woman turned her head, and whooped when she saw Pat. "Pat!! Jee-ZUS!" And she spread out her arms, and the two of them embraced. First they kissed cheeks, then they rubbed noses, then their lips touched. It was not a quick friendly kiss. Their mouths opened, and Pat's eyes closed. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, from mouths to thighs, for a long time. I cleared my throat. The tall woman, Mike, released Pat and took a step back, looking down at her abdomen. "Shit, Pat, you're a breeder now?" "Damn straight," Pat replied, "I see you've met the Daddy. Did she hurt you much?" she asked me. "Nothing permanent," I said, "she said I was cute, then she nearly broke my nose." "Same old Mike," said Pat, putting her arm around Mike's shoulders and drawing her close. Mike's hand moved over Pat's stomach and chest. "Um," I said, "if you two actually rip each other's clothes off here on the street, it might attract attention." Pat smiled. "I s'pose. We're about to head home, Mike. You wanna come?" Mike, it turned out, had an interview to go to, but would love to visit after that; Pat gave her the address of the hotel, and they parted with another long kiss. "Old friend?" I asked, walking along holding Pat's hand. She shivered. "Old lover. In college, we were pretty inseparable for awhile. She's too much for me sometimes, but God..." And she squeezed my hand. We strolled back to Pat's suite, and I lay on the couch and dozed while Pat put away her latest acquisitions. Awhile later, Pat's younger sister Julie, just turned twenty-one, came in and sat next to me, and I played with her hair while she talked to Pat. "Oh," said Pat, "you'll NEVER guess who we ran into downtown." Just then the doorbell rang, of course. Pat opened it, and there was Mike, still in the floppy hat, but wearing worn jeans and an oversized t-shirt with a big black X framing her breasts, and the words "DYKE CROSSING" scrawled in black letters. "Mike!" Julie shrieked, and sprang off the couch. "Li'l Strumpet," said Mike fondly, and I got to see another long full-body girl-girl kiss. My cock was beginning to stiffen in my pants, entirely without permission, and I had to pee. I slipped off to the bathroom. When I got back, Pat and Mike were on the couch, talking and necking, with Julie perched above them. Mike's hat had finally come off, and her blonde crew-cut shone in the light. She kissed Pat's neck as Pat filled her in on the last few years of her life. "Maybe I'd better leave you three alone for awhile," I suggested, half-seriously. Julie turned and snagged me by the wrist, pulling me close to her. "Don't you DARE," she said, "If I know these two, they'll be screwing madly on the couch in a couple of minutes, and I'll get all hot and bothered watching them. Be a nice man and stay right here and help me out," and she batted her eyelashes and drew my arm down across her slender young body, and pressed my hand against her thigh. I grinned and stood her up and kissed her soundly on her smiling pink mouth. Mike pressed Pat firmly backward into the cushions, and ran her hands up over the front of the red dress. Pat's nipples showed firm and erect through the dress and her lacy bra. Mike's hands touched and squeezed her, and Pat squirmed on the couch, her legs spread. "Damn, it's been a long time," said Mike, smiling, as she rubbed her fingers over Pat's nipples and then down over her stomach. Pat reached out and tugged at Mike's t-shirt. Mike grinned and stood up, taking the hem of the shirt in both hands and whipping it off over her head. I stared. A voluptuous naked woman, ankles crossed and thighs spread wide, was tatooed on Mike's stomach, her head just below Mike's breasts. Mike's navel was her vagina. The needlework was very good, the image both artistic and very sexy. Pat reached forward and undid Mike's jeans. Julie put her arms around me and pulled my face down to hers. "You see?" she said, "They're starting already." She closed her eyes and brushed my mouth with her lips. "Do you want to have me while they fuck?" I took handfuls of her light cotton dress, and began to raise it up over her head. She lifted her arms and helped it off, and then I held her, slim and pink and wearing only panties, and I kissed her again. She sighed. Mike knelt on the couch, her knees on either side of Pat's lap, and Pat's mouth moved over her naked flesh, and her fingers slowly explored Mike's pussy. "I want to be where I can see them," Julie said, unbuttoning my shirt, "lie down on the rug." I lay down, my head toward the couch, and Julie lay beside me and slid my pants off, running her fingers up and down my swelling cock, and watching Pat's hands on Mike's skin. I pulled her forward, and took one nipple in my mouth, and she moaned. Her skin was soft and sweet, her body warm in my arms. I rolled her over on top of me, and she slipped off her panties and spread her legs. Her pubic hair tickled my stomach. Mike put her arms around Pat and unzipped her dress as Pat began kissing her mons and her inner thighs. "You poor thing," whispered Julie, "you won't be able to see!" She slid her body slowly over me, her juices spreading along my stomach and my cock as her pussy got soft and wet. "I'll narrate." And she kissed my mouth, and then sat up, my cock pushing at the slit of her vulva. "Mike's pulling off Pat's dress, and squeezing Pat's boobs through her bra. Pat's in heaven." Julie put her hand down between her thighs, and pressed my cock against herself. I reach up and cupped one small breast, and rubbed the nipple. "Pat's taking off her bra slowly. Mike's eating her up with her eyes, and stroking herself with her hand, down between those long sexy legs." I gently pressed my cock in between the lips of Julie's cunt, and her voice caught for a second, got a little breathy. "Now Pat's lying back on the couch in just her panties and aaah and her stockings, and Mike's sucking on her nipples, and her tongue is long and rough and pink and Pat's got her head way back and is gasping and ooohh and your cock is sliding into me and it feels really really good..." Julie closed her eyes for a second as I entered her, moving her hips to take me fully inside her. On the couch, I heard Pat groan. "Now Mike's turning around so her pussy is over Pat's face, and she's pulled off Pat's little red panties, and she's burying her head in between Pat's legs. Pat has her legs spread real wide, and she's pulling Mike's labia aside with her fingers and aaaaahhhhh and kissing Mike's clit and my pussy is gushing all over your balls and if you move at all I'm going to start to come." I didn't move, except to trail one finger lightly down Julie's stomach, tickling the downy hair. My cock throbbed inside her. Mike and Pat started getting loud, Pat's groans sweet and throaty, Mike moaning low, almost a growl. "Come on Pat," she gasped, "fill me up; you know what I like!" Julie moved gently, just an inch, up and down on my cock. Her mouth was soft and open. "Mike's tongue is sliding in and out of Pat's cunt, in big long strokes over her clit and her labia. Pat's opening up Mike's big hard ass with one hand, and sliding a finger toward her sweet brown asshole. Ooohh, Pat has one two fingers in Mike's cunt, and one finger in her ass, and her tongue is licking, licking, between them, and Mike's shaking her head back and forth over Pat's clit, and you're filling me up with your cock so big, and I want to ride you forever and God I'm so OOOOOHHHHH!" and Julie began to come there on the rug, straddling me, the muscles of her stomach contracting in long slow waves, her mouth open and gasping, and I took her hips gently in my hands and guided her body up and down, and my cock got harder and longer as she screamed and came. On the couch, Mike was grunting and cursing as Pat's fingers filled her holes, and Pat's mouth moved over her. I closed my eyes. Julie raised her head, her hands on my chest, my cock still big and hard inside her. "Now," she whispered, "now Mike is done coming, and she's turned around again, lying between Pat's legs, holding Pat's pussy open with one hand and sucking on her clit. Pat's clit is full and throbbing, and Pat's hands are grabbing at the cushions. Mike's other hand is on her breast, and now Pat's hand is on Mike's, pulling it tight against her big warm boob. I think she's going to come. Please please please move that thing in me again, and pump me full of you before I die." And she closed her eyes again, and I began to thrust. Julie fell forward onto me and kissed my face as I put my hands on her ass and pushed myself deep into the tender softness of her. We moaned into each other's mouths as my cock, rock-hard and aching, penetrated her again and again, and as another orgasm rocked her body, I finally came, my hands buried in the flesh of her ass, my back arching up against her, her little screams loud in my ears. Pat came at the same time, a husky contralto shout breaking through our breathless gasps on the rug. My cock pulsed and spurted again and again, deep inside Julie, filling her and overflowing out over my balls. Then every muscle in my body relaxed, and we lay on the rug in blessed exhaustion. Julie eventually rolled off of me and collapsed onto her back. I sat up and looked over at the couch, where Pat and Mike made a lovely post-coital heap. Mike's forehead creased when she saw me. "What'cha lookin' at, het-boy?" she asked. "Two gorgeous naked women," I replied. "Yeah, well who asked you to look?" she said, not smiling. Pat put a hand on her cheek. "Mike, come on," she whispered. Mike looked down at her fondly. "OK, Pat, just for you. Even if you have gone over to the enemy." And they kissed again. "But try to keep him in line, will 'ya?" "You can't blame him for looking," Pat said, and she grinned at me over Mike's shoulder, and her eyes were warm and happy. 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