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Subject: {ASSM} A New Love (MFMF) Guy Fox
Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 12:10:02 -0500
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A New Love

Carol and I had been out for an early snack and then gone to a 
movie.  The movie had been only so-so, but it did have a few 
scenes of activity in bed that had kindled an equivalent desire 
in me.  I was hopeful that I might be able to encourage her stay 
the night with me.  It had been some time since I had had sex and 
I was horny enough that my eyeballs were starting to be 
interested in bag ladies on the street.

Although we had been dating about once a week for the last 
month, it was in a friendly sort of way and I had not tried a 
serious pass.  We were compatible and enjoyed each other's 
company and I felt that when it was time for us to go to bed 
together it would happen naturally.  Most of that teenage 
raunchiness had passed us by to where we were adult enough to 
anticipate the pleasure of an encounter of the sexual kind.

After the movie we stopped in at Ernie's Bar for a quiet 
drink.  The conversation was relaxed and intimate.  We had held 
hands above the table and her knee had not been jerked away when 
it met mine under the table.  Carol commented on the urgency the 
actors on the screen had shown to go to bed.  "It must be hard 
for them to show that much sexual drive when there are all the 
people on the set behind the camera:  director, cameramen, 
soundmen, scrip girl, grips, etc. watching."

"Unless they are such exhibitionists that they enjoy having 
sex before all those people," I commented.

"I don't think that they actually have sex.  In R-rated 
pictures they never show the man actually inside the woman.  I 
think that they just fake it."

I agreed that it was probably true.  "All the public exposure 
probably keeps the poor guy from even getting an erection." 

She laughed at me, "Come on now.  Any guy would get a raging 
hardon in between the legs of someone as glamorous her.  I think 
that you had one just watching her on the screen."

Having learned over the years, that one never admits to having 
a letch over any other woman than the one you are with, I said 
"Women on the screen can't hold a candle to a pretty girl you are 
actually with."

I changed the subject, "My glass is empty, would you like 
another drink?"

"No, I don't think so.  I would like to go home now."

We got our coats and went out to the car arm in arm.  Carol 
was a comfortable person to be with.  She can be quiet without 
making you feel that she doesn't want to be with you.  She hugged 
my arm so that I could feel the swell of her breast on the side 
of my arm and her hip nudged mine gently as we walked. 
Involuntarily, my prick started to swell a little in hope, if not 
in promise.

When we got to her apartment house, she said "Why don't you 
come on up.  My roommate, Bonny, has a date with Jim Moser and I suspect 
that she will not come in until late, if at all."

I was pleased with the invitation, although I was a bit 
intrigued with the information that Bonny was with Jim Moser.  I 
knew that Carol had gone with Jim for a while earlier that year.   
So it must have been just a friendly break-up if Jim was now 
dating her roommate.

If the situation had been reversed, I was not at all sure what 
my reaction would have been to seeing a girl I had been sleeping 
with start sleeping with a friend living in the my apartment.  
Still, maybe that is the way it is now with women.  Relationships 
are not so deep that they cannot be shared.  Little did I know 
what I was about to find out.

When we got to her apartment, Carol turned on the lights and 
turned up the heat.  Bonny was indeed out and Carol built us both 
drinks.  I sat on the sofa and she sat down next to me and tucked 
her feet up.  The drink was good and the comfortable weight of 
girl leaning next to me was pleasant.  My prick again showed some 
interest.

I tried a small kiss and was rewarded with some return 
pressure.  Enough to make me want to try it again, which received 
an even better response.  We rearranged ourselves so that we 
could get our arms around each other and started in for some 
serious necking.

When our breathing became a little ragged, I moved my hand 
down to cover a comfortable handful of breast.  The breast 
promptly moved more fully into my hand in encouragement.  It 
seemed to appreciate the attention being paid to it so I gently 
caressed it and tweaked the nipple.  Its owner made deep sighing 
sounds and moved rhythmically in time to the motions of my hand.  

My penis now was having serious problems with the confines of 
my shorts and it was soon going to demand more freedom for 
itself.

We were in a deep, open-mouthed kiss when we heard the sound 
of a key in the lock of the front door.  It may be that some 
people can have a degree of savoir-faire when caught necking, but 
neither Carol nor I were that blas (C).  There was an immediate 
flurry and when the door opened we were both just sitting on the 
sofa sipping our drinks, although our breath was still coming a 
little bit raggedly and our hair and clothes were definitely 
mussed.

Carol covered it well by standing up as her roommate came in.  
"Hi, Bonny.  I didn't know what time you were coming in or I 
would have unlocked the door."

"Well, Jim and I thought that we would stop by for a 
nightcap."

In other words, they had the same idea that we did, I thought.

At that moment, Jim Moser came in behind Bonny.  I knew Jim a 
little from having seen him around the neighborhood, but I did 
not know him well.  He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I was 
definitely not enthusiastic to see him, or Bonny for that matter, 
at exactly this time.

Jim walked in and said Hi to me.  He then saw Carol, and 
events took a surprising turn.  I had never known exactly what 
their relationship had been and I really didn't care, since they 
had broken up and were now dating other people.  But apparently, 
there was more to the attraction between them than would have 
been expected.

The door had barely swung shut behind him when he walked over 
to Carol and gave her a High Five.  His right hand met her left 
hand over her head.  But instead of just giving a slap, his 
fingers slipped between hers and he held her hand up.

He was only slightly taller than her so their faces were only 
a few inches apart.  His eyes were locked with hers for a long 
moment and it looked like their lips would come together.   
Instead, he gradually bent back on her raised hand forcing her 
slowly to her knees.

Their gazes never moved and he sank down to his knees as she 
did.  It had the hypnotic attraction of a snake and a rabbit, but 
in this case it was impossible to tell which one was hypnotizing 
the other.  Bonny and I could only watch in amazement at this 
totally unexpected occurrence.

With their knees on the floor, their bodies were touching.  
The hands in the High Five released and the lips that were so 
close, together joined in a ravenous kiss.  Their mouths were 
opened wide and locked together.  The unseen tongues carried out 
their own wrestling match.  Their arms went around each other and 
strained to pull the bodies even closer together.  Their hips rocked 
back and forth in a dry parody of intercourse.

As the kiss went on and on, I found my hands wet with 
perspiration and my breathing heavy from watching the locked 
couple.  My knees slowly gave way and left me sitting on the 
couch.  Bonny also drifted over and sat beside me, as mesmerized 
as I was at the sight of the two of them.

I was of two minds:  In one I resented the fact that we had 
both become aroused when I had been with Carol and now she was 
making out with someone else.  I had an erection and nothing to 
do with it.  On the other hand, the writhing couple was the most 
erotic sight I had ever seen, far exceeding the movie we had seen 
that evening.  By its sensuality, it was more erotic even than an 
X-rated movie would have been, since in the movies most of the fucking 
is just that, with no eroticism or attraction between the people 
on the screen or for the audience.  This, in the flesh, was far 
stronger fare.

I glanced at Bonny, and she was as fascinated as I was.  She 
also had probably expected to have had sex with her date, and 
that now looked like an extremely slim possibility.  Her hands 
were clinched together, her eyes were staring at the couple, her 
nipples were hardened and pointing through the sweater she was 
wearing, and she was breathing shallowly through her mouth.  She 
was totally engrossed with watching the other couple.

Jim and Carol broke their kiss for a moment to catch a breath 
of air.  She had the courtesy to crook an eyebrow at me in 
inquiry.  I waved my hand to go ahead, but I have no doubt that 
if I had tried to interfere, I would have been totally ignored.

Their mouths again came back together in a resumption of the 
action that would have looked like facial fighting in any other 
case.  The arms again strained to pull the two bodies closer to-
gether even though this was a physical impossibility.  Even their 
clothes had been totally flattened between the writhing torsos.

Again they broke for air and again they came back together 
with resumed violence. One of Jim's hands forced itself between 
their two bodies to grasp Carol's breast.  This was not the ten-
tative caress that I had given it earlier.  This was mashing and 
squeezing that looked painful.  But her chest rose and forced 
itself even deeper into his hand.

With this invitation, Carol's hand came free and forced itself 
to the tang on the zipper on Jim's fly.  She yanked it down and 
reached in to pull out his straining prick.  She proceeded to 
jack him off with the same violence that he attacked her breast.

There was movement at my side on the couch, and I glanced over 
to see that Bonny had pulled up her skirt and her hand was 
urgently masturbating.  She was not wearing any panties so she 
had free reign and her fingers first forcibly rubbed her clitoris 
and then dove deeply into her vagina.  Thus lubricated, the 
fingers came back to the clit.  She seemed totally unaware of what 
she was doing.

I found that I also had pulled down my zipper and my hand was 
giving my prick a strong workout without me even realizing it.  
It may be that voyeurism is only for those who can't get any sex 
themselves, but they have never seen a sight like this.

If Carol kept up her violent rubbing of Jim -(TM)s prick long, he 
was either going to be extremely sore, or he was going to come 
soon.  Jim leaned forward forcing Carol to fall backward onto the 
floor.  In a movement almost as if it had been rehearsed, Carol 
pulled her feet out from under her and raised her hips off the 
floor.  Her dress fell upward to her waist showing that she was 
also wearing no panties.  In that same motion, Jim rammed his 
prick home in her vagina and immediately started pumping.

Again there was no tenderness, no foreplay.  It was just 
violent fucking with him ramming home and her raising her hips to 
meet his every thrust.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and Bonny pulled me flat on my 
back on the sofa.  She straddled my hips and lowered herself over 
my rampant penis.  I am not sure that she even thought about what 
she was doing.  She just had an urgent need to have her vagina 
filled with a stiff prick, and the only other one in the room was 
totally engaged.  When she settled down, there was little 
movement on either of our parts since we were still totally 
engrossed with watching the other two.

My own feelings were still much the same.  I was disappointed 
to see that Carol had no panties on, since I believed that she 
had left them off to be ready for an encounter with me.  There 
was an element of jealousy to see the woman I had been dating 
making such incredible love with another guy.  I had had no 
expectation of ever having such sex with her as Jim was now 
having.  Still, I did not own her.  What she did was up to her.  
For me it was still an awesome sight.  Almost as an afterthought 
I realized that I was buried to the hilt in another attractive 
woman.  The only problem was the damage to one's ego that occurs 
when the woman you are physically connected to does not even 
realize you are there!

The couple on the floor were incredible.  They had not slowed 
down.  If anything they were going faster and deeper than ever.  
Carol had wrapped her legs around Jim's back and he had raised up 
to ram her ever harder.  They were off the floor between her 
shoulders and his knees.  The sweat was running off there faces, 
and presumably of the rest of their bodies.  The only problem was 
that they were still fully clothed.  Neither of them had come, 
and yet they had been going far longer than any sexual athlete in 
a porno movie. They must have been spending a lot of their time 
in aerobics to have that stamina.  (It crossed my mind that that 
aerobics class was one that I would like to join.)

The two of them each had an terrible sexual itch that the 
other was trying to scratch, but no amount of pumping could seem 
to bring them off.  "A buck says she comes first," murmured Bonny 
from her trance.

"You're on.  No way can a guy can hold out in that furnace!" I 
responded with the small part of my mind that was still 
functioning.

Wrong again!  This was really my night for wrong predictions.  
Carol finally came with a scream that would have rocked the 
foundations of the building followed by a series of coughs and 
growls that sounded like a female tiger who has just caught her 
prey.  Her body changed its entire tempo, shaking and writhing in 
total ecstasy.

All Jim could do was hold on to the flailing woman, but the 
violent change of pace also brought him over with a rush.  He 
threw back his head and hollered as his hips went into the short 
pumping strokes.  To me, his cry sounded something like the 
bellow of a jackass, but I am admittedly prejudiced.  I have 
never had sex like that, and, in brutal honesty, I knew I was ex-
tremely unlikely ever to.  The rest of my life was going to be 
one long search.  I also realized that I would probably never be 
able to make love to Carol:  I would always be comparing my 
actions to Jim's performance and the realization that I could 
never equal it would reduce me to impotence.

The pair of the floor collapsed in total exhaustion.  I think 
that Carol passed out and Jim fell over her panting and totally 
unable to move.  Even through his penis was still buried in her, 
there was no more energy to even twitch.

Bonny was still sitting on my hips with me inside her.  Her 
eyes were glazed over from staring at the other couple and she 
sat as if catatonic.  Abruptly there was a small mental click, 
and she came back to the present.  She exhaled the breath she had 
been holding and slowly turned and looked down at me.  "You owe 
me a dollar," she breathed.

"I'll leap up and get it right now," I offered, intending to 
do no such thing.  Now that we were back to the present, there 
was some obvious unfinished business between us to be taken care 
of.

Bonny obviously felt that it was improper to have sex with 
someone you have just met and with your clothes on, so ignoring 
all of the raging hormones in our bodies, she started to undress.  
The only problem was that the rule she seemed to have set was 
that we had to get undressed without getting uncoupled.  For her, 
that was not too difficult initially:  She pulled her sweater off 
over her head and then unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.  She 
was not wearing a slip and her bra came off with the usual 
feminine contortions which always manage to make the breasts 
stand out in an impressive fashion.

The skirt was a little more difficult since she had a small 
waist and was big from the waist up.  It was a struggle to get it 
off over her head, but we inched it off although I did hear a 
stitch or two let go.  The struggle also offered me an 
opportunity to get in a feel of a very nice breast that was even 
a little bit larger than Carol's.  Although the caress of the 
breast was disguised as helping her pull the skirt off over her 
head, it did not fool Bonny a bit.  Still, she seemed to 
appreciate the effort.

Her shoes were already off and her stockings came off fairly 
easily with only a little bit of contortion.  Then came the 
harder part:  undressing me.

I was not only dressed and buttoned up.  I was also lying on 
my back on the couch with a solid 125 pounds of girl sitting on 
my hips and the apparent rules were that she had to stay there.

We started with the easy part:  Bonny unbuttoned my shirt and 
we worked it up and off my arms followed by my undershirt.  The 
fact that I kept being distracted by two delectably full breasts 
just a foot from my eyes seemed to amuse Bonny. 

Then came the hard part:  the lower half of my body.  I could 
not reach my shoes to untie them with Bonny sitting on me, so I 
just used my other foot to force them off without untying them.  
Then I used my toes to peel down my socks and off my feet.  This 
may sound easy, but my efforts took a considerable period of time 
and Bonny thought that this was terribly funny.

At last they were gone, and this left only my pants and 
underpants.  These I could not do alone.  Bonny undid the belt 
and unhooked the upper fastener of my trousers.  She seemed to 
have quite a bit of familiarity with these portions of men's 
clothing, I thought a little bit sourly.  Then it was necessary 
for her to raise up a bit off me, and for me to raise up a bit 
off the couch, to pull my pants down to my thighs.  From there 
on, it was just a lot of wiggling and pulling with my toes until 
the pants were lying on the floor.

There was no way that I was going to be able to get off my 
jockey shorts with me inside Bonny without cutting them since my 
prick was out through the fly.  Bonny accepted that they would 
going to have to stay on for the duration.  

It was all ridiculous, of course, but Bonny's merry attitude 
about the sheer nonsense of it all made it hilarious for both of 
us.  Also all of the efforts had given my penis a very nice 
massage up inside of her love canal, so I was not at all inclined 
to complain.

The preliminaries taken care of, Bonny obviously felt it was 
time to get started on the main event:  She leaned forward so 
that her left breast would come down to where my mouth could do 
it honor.  Of course, leaning forward started to pull my prick 
out of her vagina, so I had to raise my hips to stay in her.  
This was a position I could not hold for long, but I found that 
the time could be lengthened by slipping one of the couch pillows 
under my fanny.  That gave me time to give acceptable obeisance 
to a very nice pair of breasts.

Bonny was what is normally called full-breasted.  When she was 
older, they would probably sag, but now they were large and 
beautifully proportioned.  I gave both hands and my mouth to the 
worship of those magnificent mammaries.  Bonny knew that her 
breasts turned men on and that fact turned her on also.  She was 
delighted with my ministrations.  Also there seemed to be a 
direct connection between her breasts and her vagina.  When I 
would give her a particularly potent caress, I could feel a 
definite tightening on my prick.  How is that for feedback?  It 
meant that it was only a short time before she was fully turned 
on.

By then the loving of her breasts was not enough.  She sat up 
straight causing my prick to go to the depths of her canal.  This 
was obviously erotic to her since her eyes closed and she again 
tightened down on me.  I kept one hand on her breasts and slid 
the other down to where I could put a thumb on her clitoris.  
This elicited a groan on her part, and she raised up a little for 
me to massage it gently.

We managed to get a modest rhythm going with my thumb on her 
clit, she riding down on my prick and me rising up to meet her.  
As the tempo increased, I would have given anything to have 
rolled her over on her back where I could get more drive into our 
lovemaking, but any such roll would dump us off the couch onto 
the hard floor.  If it didn't do any physical damage, it would 
certainly destroy the mood while the pain eased.  So this was 
defiantly going to be a top-ride for Bonny.

I really didn't mind much since she was obviously getting off 
and my prick was definitely getting a great massage.  Our tempo 
increased steadily as we approached the breaking point.  Suddenly 
Bonny threw herself flat on me and her hips went into rapid 
rotation.  This brought me the crisis, but I just stayed still 
and greatly enjoyed it.  Bonny's breath came in gasps, faster and 
faster, in time with the movement of her hips.  Suddenly, she 
threw her head back and her entire body went rigid.  Her vagina 
clamped down on me and she began to shudder.  For many seconds 
she held in this pose until she slowly thawed.

She smiled down at me and kissed me for the first time.  It 
was a great kiss, filled with love and passion, and fun and 
enthusiasm for sex.  Bonny was one of those women for whom sex 
was made.  I suspected she would still be taking young studs to 
bed with her when she was a hundred years old, and both of them 
would love every minute of it.

She knew very well that I had not come yet, but that was all 
very well since she had only had one herself.  Lying on me and 
grinning like a female cat in a roomful of toms, she started to 
move her hips again.  This time the movement would almost cause 
me to come out and then would ram back in all the way to the 
bottom.  With the firm tightness of her vagina on my penis, there 
was no way that I was going to last long.  I just reciprocated 
and moved in time with her until I came with a blast.  She took 
every bit of it and loved it, but she had not come a second time.

Before I had time to go soft, she rolled off me and onto the 
floor.  She pulled me down on top of her and immediately had me 
back inside.  Now we could do the classical man-woman bit.  The 
initial urgency was off both of us and now we could get in some 
high class loving.

Like a pair of great ballroom dancers who always seem to know 
exactly what steps to take to move with the other person, so were 
we.  We started off slow and deep and exactly in time.  Soon that 
great feeling of being exactly together in a world-class 
performance suffused both of us.  I raised up and looked down at 
her to see the mirror of my grin on her face.  I kissed her 
gently and was rewarded with a squeeze of my prick.  If the rest 
of Bonny was as compatible as her lovemaking, she was a woman I 
would want to live with the rest of my life.

I raised the tempo a little and Bonny came right with me.  She 
reached down and caught my ass to stop the motion and I could 
feel the ripple effect of her vagina on my penis.  From there on 
it was sheer poetry:  Fast or slow, deep or shallow, rotated or 
straight we were right together.  It was not steady building.  
When one of us would get near a climax, we both would know it and 
we would slow to hold it off.  Each of the peaks would come a 
little higher than the previous one.  Each time it became harder 
to hold off the orgasm.

Finally we both knew that the time had come.  The tempo rose 
steadily with the depth of penetration.  All fancy motions were 
left aside as the wave rose to a crest. Suddenly we were 
over the top and the great froth of the orgasm overwhelmed us 
both.

We collapsed together for a few minutes as we got our breath 
back.  Then I raised up to look her in the eyes and saw there the 
love that I had reflecting in her eyes.  She put her arms around 
my neck and pulled my head down into the sweetest kiss I had ever 
had.  I was looking forward to many more through a long lifetime.

In the middle of the kiss we heard the sound of clapping.  We 
had completely forgotten that Jim and Carol were also lying on 
the floor just a few feet away.  He was still lying on her, but 
she had obviously recovered.  We all were smiling the happy 
smiles of great sex.  

It was days later that I realized that at that point there had 
been absolutely no thought of shame or shyness from having
made love in the presence of the other couple.

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