Message-ID: <22682asstr$949983001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MyFrThAl@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Mark Aster: Pat Comes of Age (MF,MF,FF,orgy) Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 23:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, Vulpine More nostalgia: in Episode 4 of My Friends the Allens, Pat tells about her first debauch. All eighty-odd Allens stories can be found off of my new asstr page, at "http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Mark_Aster/www/". Feedback very welcome, as always! There's a new story in process, and I may start reposting some themed subsets of the older stories (Pat's pregnancy, the French Kiss stories, anything else that comes to mind), for people who prefer the newsgroup to the Website. Or not! Ya never know... .. Mark My Friends the Allens -- Pat Comes of Age 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. = = = Julie Allen was modelling lingerie for us, one winter's night in the girls' suite, with the wind blowing the snow around outside. She walked slowly back and forth, wearing a thin silk camisole on top, and just a garter belt and sheer black stockings below. Her ass swayed and jiggled tautly as she walked, her creamy thighs rubbed together just under the lovely thatch of dark blonde hair adorning her pussy. She walked over to the couch and stood in front of me. Bending down, she put her mouth to mine and kissed me gently on the lips, and ran the fingers of one hand through my hair. I began to stroke her ass with my hands, and lick her soft lips with my tongue. "Ah, Little Sister," said Pat from the rocking chair, where she sat brushing her hair and admiring Julie's body, "that little garter reminds me of a story." Julie turned around and sat next to me on the couch, casually resting one hand in my lap, where my cock had begun to throb under my pants. Pat's stories are always worth listening to. "I had just come of age, and decided that I deserved a night out on the town. I had had my shots a few months before, but except for some experiments with a vibrator and some heavy petting with the local boys, I was practically a virgin." "Ooh, this is a GOOD story," Julie whispered in my ear, gently stroking my erection, and moving closer to me. "During the day, I went out shopping with Aunt Kate, who has a fine eye. Then that night, I got dressed to go out. I put on a tight top with no bra, red thong panties, and a new red garter belt. I slid into the expensive red silk stockings, and I remember a shiver going up my back; it was like having someone gently caressing every inch of my legs. I pulled on a short red skirt that barely covered my ass, and a black leather jacket. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked gorgeous and hot. And I did NOT look like a little girl who'd just turned legal. When I swished the skirt up so I could see the straps stretched across my skin, my own image in the mirror got me wet. It was perfect." Julie sighed and put her head on my shoulder, squeezing my cock idly, and kissing my earlobe. I put one arm around her, and stroked the naked skin of her hip. "I went to a popular rock club downtown. The music was loud, the crowd was thick, and the place smelled of bodies. I had a drink, cold and strong, and went out on the dance floor. As I started to move to the music, I felt eyes on me, both men and women. It was fantastic, being the object of lust for so many strangers. I saw that there were women dancing dressed in even less than I was; I slipped off the skirt and tossed it away, dancing in the heat wearing only the tight top, panties, garters, and stockings. As I moved into the thick of the crowd, I felt fingers and hands brushing against my ass and my tits, as people accidentally on purpose felt me up. God, I was wet." Julie snuggled tighter against me, and I licked my lips. Pat's big breasts rose and fell as she became excited by her own story. "Then somebody grabbed me very impolitely. Some guy, handsome in a made-up way, with blonde hair and a drunken stagger. He put his arms around me and started trying to put his tongue in my mouth, while one hand slid between the cheeks of my ass. This was NOT what I wanted." "I tried to push him away. 'Hey, mister,' I yelled, 'I think you've got the wrong girl!' But he kept licking at my face, and touching my bare skin. 'C'mon, baby, le's dance.' He had bad breath, like mouthwash over beer. I tried again to push him away, and then suddenly he rose up slightly in the air, and floated away from me. This beautiful deep voice, like a mountain avalanche, said 'I don't think the lady wants to dance,' and then he disappeared." On the rocking chair, Pat was beginning to stroke herself, her head back and her eyes closed as she talked. Julie and I were silent on the couch, so as not to miss a word. My cock throbbed under Julie's motionless hand. "He was big and brown and beautiful, with deep brown eyes and that incredible voice. I put my arms around his neck, and felt the muscles of his chest and stomach against my breasts. 'I'll dance with YOU,' I said. 'I'd be glad to, little lady,' he rumbled, and we swayed to the music there on the floor. Hands still brushed against my ass, but I was lost in the feel of him, the smell of him. I rubbed myself against him as we danced, twining one leg around him and pressing softly with my pussy. I could feel his erection starting against my thigh." "At the end of the slow number, I raised my face to him and we kissed. I opened my lips and ran my tongue over his teeth. His tongue came into my mouth, gently and politely at first, but then thrusting urgently as I pressed and rubbed my body against him, my pussy against his dick. I wanted him so much..." Pat now had one hand under her terrycloth shorts, and was running her fingers up and down over herself. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more intense. Julie squirmed on the couch, and I drew her into my lap. The pressure of her naked ass on my cock through my pants was sweet and terrible. I kissed her shoulder lightly. "After we kissed, he tried to pull away, but I held him. 'I'm not sure,' he began, but I stopped him. 'I am,' I whispered hotly in his ear, 'where can we go?' He swallowed hard, the muscles of his neck flowing. Then he pulled me gently toward the back of the club, taking a key from his pocket. He unlocked a door, and we slipped in. It was a medium-sized room, with two low couches, almost like beds. It was dim and hot. I put my arms around his neck again and kissed him with my whole soul. He shuddered with desire, and stepped back. I reached out and undid his pants, sliding his clothes down over his big solid thighs. His cock was long and thick and erect. Fascinated, I took the head in my mouth. It was like sucking on a hot living animal, smooth and dark and full of love. He gasped and drew me up to him. 'No need for that, honey,' he said, and picking me up gently he lay me down on one of the couches. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, and quickly removed my garters and panties. I was wetter than I'd ever been; the taste of his cock was still in my mouth. I thought I might faint with desire." Without thinking, I'd slipped my hand between Julie's thighs as Pat talked and masturbated. Now Julie moaned softly and spread her legs, so my fingers could reach her swollen clit. I stroked and caressed her, my hands glorying in the feel of her flesh, as Pat went on. "He entered me slowly and gently, although I ached to have him plunging deep into me. He gasped as I took his long shaft into myself; I think he was surprised that I was so tight. I'd never had anything so thick, so throbbing and alive, inside me, and I think I started to come with his first gentle thrust. All I remember after that is the sweet painful feeling of his huge cock moving in and out of me, my moans and screams and his deep groans. Although I'd never been fucked like this before, my body knew what to do, and I rocked and twisted my hips in his rhythm as he went in and out and in and out." Pat opened her eyes for a moment, and grinned at Julie and me, panting and petting on the couch. "Anyway, eventually he came as I was on my third or fourth orgasm, and the hot rush of cum inside me was too much to take. I died, or fainted, or something, because the next thing I remember is the feel of his lips on my face, and his sweet deep voice whispering sadly 'I've got to go, baby; will you be OK?' I sat up and said 'You've done all the protecting I need tonight,' and I kissed him gently on the neck, 'thanks...' He got quickly into his clothes and went out. I sat on the couch for a little while, touching myself and remembering the feel of his body, licking the taste of his cum from my fingers after I'd touched my pussy. It was amazing." Julie licked her lips and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "it's not over yet!". She giggled softly, and I took my hand from between her legs, and moved my fingers up to gently cup her breasts from behind. She wriggled on my lap, sending waves of lust through my body. "Just as I was about to get up and get my clothes back on, the door opened. A man and a woman staggered in, their arms around each other. At first they didn't notice me in the dim light, but then they stopped. 'Sorry,' I said, 'I was just leaving.' The woman, a lush and disheveled brunette, looked me over, and liked what she saw. 'You can stay if you want,' she said, reaching out to touch my stomach with the back of one hand. Knowing that their eyes were on me, and that in just my top and stockings they could see my most intimate parts, sent fresh waves of desire through me. I took the woman's hand in my hand, and she slowly drew me to her." Julie slipped off of my lap, and whispered in my ear, "Take off your pants." Surprised, I just looked at her. "Take off your goddamn PANTS," she hissed, and I did. My erect penis standing up like a flagpole, I sat back down. Julie got back into my lap, straddled and facing me, my cock poking at her stomach, her tits brushing my chest, her head nestled on my shoulder, listening. Pat licked her lips, and moving both hands slowly up and down the curves of her body, she continued. "The woman took me in her arms and kissed me. Her tongue tasted of bourbon. Having a woman's tongue in my mouth was tremendously exciting; my pussy started to gush all over again. The woman's breasts were big and soft, and I loved the feel of her body against mine. She unbuttoned her dress, and slipped off her panties." "The man had taken off his clothes, and stood there watching us, his cock hanging in the air in front of him. I wanted to take it in my mouth, to see if the taste was the same as my last lover, and to make him come. But he pushed me towards the woman. 'Eat her,' he said. I didn't know what to do at first; I kissed her tits, and her stomach and thighs. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs, and I explored her cunt with my tongue. It was just like mine, although a little bigger and looser, so I did to her what I knew would feel good to me. She began to gasp and move her hips; glancing up, I saw that she had her hands on her tits, and was playing with the nipples as she watched me eating her. I slid one finger around her opening, and she sighed deeply. I could feel my own pussy opening with desire." Julie closed her eyes and lifted herself up off my lap. She reached down between us, and slid my stiff cock into herself. Then slowly she lowered herself down, taking me deeply into her. I closed my eyes. She put her arms around me, kissed my neck, and whispered "Now just don't move for awhile." My penis throbbed within her, cradled by the soft walls. It was incredibly erotic. Pat went on. "As I bent over the couch eating the woman, I felt the man come up behind me, and stroke his cock in between my thighs from behind. I spread my legs apart, and he entered me quickly and deeply. His cock was thinner than my last man's, but longer, and I felt him probing into new areas deep inside me. I slid a finger into the woman's cunt, stroking her inside and sucking on her clit. She started to come. The man thrust hungrily in and out of me; when he reached one hand around and pressed on my own clit, I thought I would faint again. But I held on, bringing the woman to climax as the hard shaft rubbed and stroked and moved inside me. I could feel myself beginning to come when suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed me by the shoulders, turning me to face him. 'Take it in your mouth,' he ordered. While I really wanted his hot hardness in my pussy, I did as he said. His cock, tasting strongly of me, slid far down into my throat, and I almost gagged before I got the trick of it, and then I brought him to a rock-hard erection with my lips, and a thrusting pumping orgasm with my tongue. His cum was sour and milky, but I swallowed it all, disappointed he'd come so soon." "To my great surprise, as soon as this man moved away, another one stepped up, his cock at half-staff before him, his friendly blond face smiling down at me. I looked around the room, and realized that an orgy was going on. On the other couch, a man and a woman I'd never seen before were fucking noisily, while another man looked on. The man and woman who had walked in on me in the first place were standing together, sated, watching the show. I grinned and slipped my t-shirt off; THIS was where I wanted to be. 'Have a seat,' I said to the young blond man, sitting him down on the empty couch, 'make youself comfortable.' And I slid my lips over his cock, which quickly stiffened. It was long and pale and rough, with ribs of flesh and large veins beneath the thin skin. He laughed and gasped as I sucked him." My cock was swelling and throbbing inside Julie as she sat on my lap. I began to press and squeeze her tits gently through the camisole and, with a small sigh, she very slowly and very gently began to move up and down, and slow waves of pleasure ran through our joined bodies. "I still wanted something in my cunt, so I stuck my ass in the air with my thighs apart as I sucked the new man, hoping that someone would do the obvious. Someone did; soon, I had one big hard cock fucking me from behind, someone's strong hands on my hips holding me as he thrusted, and another cock jerking wildly in and out of my mouth. I began to come in big deep rolls of ecstasy; the taste and feel of hot cock-skin against my lips was driving me just as crazy as the relentless rubbing of flesh in and out of my pussy. The man in front of me began to buck and come, filling my mouth with semen and grabbing my hair with his hands. The man behind me cursed and shouted in some foreign language, and I was filled with cum from both ends. My own orgasm peaked, and I thrashed helplessly between them as all my muscles spasmed at once." Julie was moving more quickly up and down in my lap. Her mouth was open and gasping, her eyes closed. My penis swelled larger and larger within her as she rode me. I threw my head back and began to thrust myself deeper into her as she moaned softly. Pat's voice came to us from nowhere, as we floated in an increasing haze of pleasure. "I fucked or sucked nearly every person in that room, and two or three more who stopped by while we were busy. My cunt was exhausted and getting sore, and my muscles were all limp fromm constant coming. Finally, I came on the lap of a big hairy man who squeezed and sucked on my tits for what seemed like hours until his thick cock burst hot cum inside me, and I slid to the floor. He laughed and went out, and I realized I was finally alone. I gathered up my clothes, and went out, silently blessing my first lover for not locking that door when he left." Julie's rocking up and down on my lap became more and more urgent as Pat finished her story, and my cock began to ache. The muscles of my pelvis and hips gathered into a tight knot, and then I shot suddenly and powerfully into the girl's cunt. She screamed quietly and bounced harder and harder in my lap, coming in a quick deep vaginal orgasm that left her collapsed against my chest. "Oh, little Sister," Pat called, slipping out of her clothes and lying back on the couch next to us, "I think you two owe me one." Smiling broadly, Julie and I untwined from each other and moved toward the older sister's lush body, anticipating the feel of her under our hands and mouths. Lord, she tasted good. 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