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Subject: {ASSM} Deja Vue 2/2, a flashing MMF story by Marc
Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 04:10:02 -0500
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I heard a whisper from behind me. "When Marsha was 
here, Barbara, she just didn't kiss me, she kissed Jerry, 
too. And here you are, with your back to me. Do you think 
that's fair?"

"Yeah, Barbs, you're not being fair. Kiss Jack again, too."

How could a woman resist an invitation like that?

Jerry and I disengaged, and I rolled toward Jack. "That's 
better, he said, pulling me close, so our bodies were 
aligned. Lips touched, then opened. Tongues touched. 
Oh God, it was a sexy feeling, especially when Jerry 
nested against my back, pressing into me, and making 
me press into Jack.

"She's a good sport, isn't she?" Jerry asked, when Jack 
broke the kiss. 

"Great fun. Great kisser, too," Jack confirmed.

"I'll tell you what," my boyfriend said, "I got turned on by 
just watching from the  back  while you two went at it."

"Hell, if you liked it from the back, sit up, and I'll do it 
again -- I'll kiss her -- at least kiss her -- as long as you 
like, if she doesn't mind. Hell, I might even do more than 
that."

I felt Jerry move, and looked over my shoulder. He was 
kneeling beside me, looking down.

"Yeah, do that, you guys, so I can see, this time."

"Will you kiss me again, Barbara?" 

"Go ahead, Barbs, do it again. I want to see."

So I did. I could feel my face flush with excitement, 
knowing Jerry was watching jaws move as Jack and I 
tried to eat each other from the inside out.

"She getting to you, Jack?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. 
I felt Jack nod yes, not interrupting our tongue wrestling.

I felt Jerry reach over me, and take my wrist, the one on 
Jack's back.

"Barbs, why don't you see just how much you are getting 
to him?" he asked, and moved my hand over Jack's hip, 
and down between us. Jerry's grip on my wrist was firm, 
pushing  until I could feet the heat from Jack's crotch, 
could feel the length of his penis along his pant leg, could 
feel Jerry pressing my hand against Jack. Can you 
imagine how erotic that was, with your boyfriend doing 
that, holding your hand against his buddy's crotch, even if 
he was dressed, while that same buddy was kissing you?

It got better. "Jack, if I know Barbs, you're getting to her, 
too."

Jack and I broke the kiss, but my hand was still moving 
along his penis, stoking it, feeling its head.

"I think I am," Jack said, and I nodded yes, that he was.

"Let me help you check."

Jerry took Jack's hand from my back, and moved it 
between us, to my hip. Jerry pulled at  the robe,  and I 
could feel it start to open, but not very wide.

I had a leg a little over Jack's hip, so I felt really 
vulnerable.

"Barbs,  the robe's still in the way. I want you to open it so 
Jack can touch you. I'll bet he'll be happy to have you do 
that, then you can go back to stoking his cock."

So I stopped playing with that warm shaft, and pulled at 
the knot in the robe's belt. It was simple enough to untie 
it.

"Open the robe, honey."

I pulled the upper part back, and it fell away behind me, 
exposing, I was sure, my leg and hip.

Jack's hand went back on my hip, and caressed me from 
waist to outer thigh. "Jerry, Barbs is really into this. I think 
she left her panties in the bath room. Did you do that, 
Barbs?"

I nodded my head.

Jerry moved again, I could feel the bed shift, then I felt his 
lips on my hip. Oh God, that was sexy.

He took my hand, the one I was using to stroke Jack, and 
put it on Jack's hand. 

"Show Jack how warm you are, Barbs." Oh, how 
perverted. I knew what he meant, it was part of our 
lovemaking. I'd take Jerry's hand and guide his fingers 
into me.

I closed my fingers over Jack's wrist, and moved it over 
my hip, and down, and could feel his fingers moving over 
my pubic hair, then to where I was so warm, and so moist, 
so lubricated.

"Like that, Jerry, is that what you wanted me to do?"

Jack's fingers began moving against me then, and stoked 
along my lips.

And played there, enjoying their power.

After a moment  his middle finger lay along my vagina, 
and began bending, the tip pressing between my lips, and 
going deeper, until it touched the underside of my clit!!!

"I like watching this," Jerry said as he leaned over me, 
looking between us.

I think he meant it was erotic, and I agreed: "Yeah, not 
only making out with a handsome guy, but having you 
watch - that's way up there on the erotic scale for me."

"Me too," Jack agreed. "I think I know how Jerry felt when 
he and Marsha were doing this while I watched. Weird 
feelings, huh Jerry?"

He may have been talking, but his finger was busy in me, 
and my body was responding. Jerry was not only 
watching, he was directing! Let him direct some more. 
"What do you want to happen now, Jerry?"

"How about you work on his belt?"

I had been stroking him almost unconsciously. Jerry gave 
me direction and permission. I worked  at Jack's belt, then 
at buttons, and finally, lowered his zipper.

"I did that. Now what?"

"Put your hand in there, on his skin!"

Jack's face and mine were only inches apart. I studied his 
expression as my finger tips fumbled, pulled up his shirt, 
then found the elastic waistband of his briefs.

He seemed to be holding his breath as I pushed a little, 
and let my hand begin a journey over wiry hair, feeling 
the hair getting thicker, until my fingertips found that 
shaft, hot and hard.

"I'm touching his penis, Jerry. Is that what you want me to 
do?"

I loved the way Jack's mouth opened, and his sudden 
intake of breath when I touched him, and how his face 
changed color as my fingers moved out along the top of 
that shaft, and touched its head.

"Do to him what you do to me," Jerry suggested - or 
insisted -- I'm not sure which.
 
Jack's  pupils dilated when I let my fingers move down its 
backside, until the shaft was between my thumb and 
forefinger, and my hands were cupping his scrotum. 

Jerry, leaning over me, watched, too, and his lover and 
his friend masturbated each other.

After a minute --  or was it an hour -- Jack looked away 
from me, and up at Jerry. "You're directing this show, 
Jerry. Is this it? Is this going to be R rated, or do you want 
us to go for an X rating?"

"I want Barbs to be excited."

"I am," I said, and Jack confirmed it:  "She feels excited to 
me." His finger was busy in me, and I was as wet as I 
ever was.

Jerry wanted more. "I want an X rating. Stop for a minute, 
Barbs. Let me help you get this robe off." Jerry pulled at 
it, and I let go that  cock, and held my arm back so Jerry 
could slide the robe off that side. I sat up a bit, and the 
other arm was free, too. I lifted my hip a bit, and felt Jerry 
pull the robe completely away -- I was nude!

"No bra, either. I didn't think so."

I lay down again, my leg found its way over Jack's hip, my 
fingers found that shaft again, and his found my pit. 

Jerry was busy with something, but I was too distracted to 
care, until I felt him press against me again. I mean, I felt 
him, his cock pushing at my buttocks, his chest against 
my back. He had stripped! His hand moved between our 
torsos and began teasing my nipple. "Like all of the 
attention, Barbs? Like me touching your breast while you 
hold his cock?"

"I do."

"Hey Jack, Barbs and me aren't dressed and you are. 
That's not fair. Barbs, do you think that's fair?"

I loved touching him, him touching me, sandwiched as I 
was. I didn't want that to stop, but I knew what Jerry 
wanted me to say.

"No, not fair."

"Jack, Barbs thinks you're not being fair. Let her undress 
you."

What? Me? Well, why not?

The finger doing magic stopped its activity, and Jack 
rolled over on his back, stretching out on the sofa bed.

Suddenly no one was touching me, not Jack, not Jerry.

I did what I was told to. I knelt, naked, over  this man, and 
looked at Jerry, watching.

"Those breasts look tasty, Barbs, will you give me one?"

I leaned over him, so that my nipple was at his mouth, 
and lowered myself, my breast, to him. He, still stretched 
on the bed, suckled at my breast, and I couldn't help but 
lean over more, pressing it --  me -- into his mouth.

"Oh, that's sexy" -- Jerry was encouraging me, -- "be as 
sexy as you can, put on a show. Do what you did for me 
that time, kiss his clothes off."

I remembered. 

Oh, how I remembered.

"I'll do that, I'll kiss them off," I told him, and I moved so 
that I was on Jack's outstretched body, pivoting so that 
my nipple stayed in his mouth. Soon I was laying on him, 
my head over his, my pelvis at his chest, my legs 
between his.

"Enough, Jack. Now it's my turn, my turn to do what Jerry 
wants me to do."

A glance to my side showed Jerry sitting cross legged, his 
hands on his penis, staring intently.

So I started. I let my mouth move to Jack's forehead, let 
my tongue trace over his eyes to his mouth, then his ear, 
then his throat.

Release a shirt button, pull the shirt taut against the next 
one, and kiss and lick the exposed arc of throat.

Another button, and the arc included some shoulder, too.

I moved lower.

And before too long my mouth was tracing from across 
his torso, from side to side.

"Oh, look. A belly button."

 That was fun to tease, too.

His pants were already open, already unzipped.

"You sure about this, Jerry?" I looked at him, at him 
handling himself, doing something I had never seen him 
do before. 

"I'm sure!"

"Me too," Jack said, "do anything you like." His shirt was 
fully open now, his torso was exposed.

I slid down another few inches, and let my mouth trace 
along the elastic of his briefs.

I grabbed at his pants and shorts, and tugged a little, 
moving them another inch lower, and found hip, and the 
start of the crease between his groin and leg, and hair, 
and soon enough, his other hip.

I repeated the cycle again, letting my lips and tongue 
explore the newly exposed skin, then I moved down the 
bed a couple of inches, grabbed pants and shorts, tugged 
down another inch or two.

Mouth work again, this time almost to the start of the shaft 
that was making itself visible, pushing against the slacks. 
Lower again, much lower this time. "Lift your hips, Jack." 

He did.

I pulled, releasing him, then I knelt between his legs..

"Legs straight up, Jack."

They moved from either side of me to up.

I pulled at pants and shorts, got them to knees, to ankles, 
to feet, and off.

"Put your legs down again, Jack, on either side of me."

He did, and as they lowered I bent over, too, my mouth 
against his inner thigh, tracing down, until I felt his cock 
against my cheek.

Jerry moved, too, until he was behind me. I could feel the 
sofa bed shift as he moved, then felt his hand on  my hip. 

I knew what was going to happen. 

He pulled me back, I could feel his penis between my 
legs, and I ached my back, presenting myself to him. His 
cock found me and began pressing where Jack's fingers 
had been. I lifted my head, and Jerry's penis started into 
me, to spread me. I opened my  mouth, felt the tip of 
Jack's cock, and with eyes closed, moved down on him 
taking him in.

So that's what it feels like. I had seen porno flicks, but 
now I understood -- each of Jerry's pushes forced Jack 
deeper in my mouth, it was as though he was fucking his 
friend through my body! I had two hands around Jack's 
cock, and he had his hands on my head, holding me, 
while he made small motions, fucking motions, helping 
slide his cock along my tongue. 

I wondered for a second it would be just like Jerry, then 
learned it was. Jack's penis seemed to grow a little more, 
get a little warmer, and his motions changed. My tongue 
was on the underside of his cock, sensitive to his pulse, 
and through it I felt that other pulse, that peristaltic 
pumping that nature designed to deliver sperm deep into 
a woman.

And he did, delivering them like a  bolas, balls on a string, 
until his final spasms delivered almost nothing.

He was done - finished for now, I thought. Jerry was 
stroking like a teenager, but my experience with him was 
that he could go on, and on.

I lifted my head, swallowing what Jack offered, eyes 
closed, enjoying what Jerry was doing.

"Work more on Jack, make him hard again!"

"Yeah, do that," Jack added, his hand on his cock, 
stroking himself.

It took a while, with mouth, and hand, stroking, playing, 
before Jack was rising again, growing again. Jerry hadn't 
lost a stoke during all of this.

"Now that it's coming back, what are you going to do with 
it?"

"Why, I intend to fuck you with it, that's what."

"I think that'll be a while," I said, but then I was aware 
Jerry was spreading the ample moisture I made up over 
my anus.

"Jerry, you're not going to do that, are you?" The last time 
we tried it really hurt.

"Move up, Barbs." His answer told me what was going to 
happen. I stopped kneeling between Jack's legs, soon I 
was suspended over his penis. 

"Lay down on him, get him in you."

It was easy to do, with my knees outside his hips, I could 
guide him, not quite hard, into me.

Then Jerry began pushing, pressing me down. There was 
blunt pressure, then the sharp pain as he moved into my 
ass, then  that full sensation, and a new one, the 
incredible one of feeling a cock in my vagina, and one in 
my anus, both moving at once, trying to touch each me 
deeply, and it seems to be nearly touching each other.

The orgasm that had been hiding finally came - it was 
noisy. I think I screamed.

Then, the three of us were still, making a sandwich.

"Marsha must have liked this, huh?" I asked, hoping to be 
told she wasn't nearly as good as I was.

"Jerry, she's your girl. You should tell her."

What was he saying???

"Barbs," Jerry said, "Barbs, we weren't really playing fair. 
We made up the story about Marsha. She's real, but she 
never did this. We wanted to give you a reason to, and 
you did."

I went rigid.

"It was a trick? A ploy?"

"Yeah. Don't be mad, it was fun, wasn't it? Now we're 
going to use the story on her."

I pushed my way from between them.

"A trick, so you could both screw me? At the same time?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

It took me a minute to get dressed, and at the door.

"Are you coming with me, Jerry?"

"Come on, stay until morning.  I'm not done with you, and 
I don't think Jack is, either."

He hadn't finished saying that when I slammed the door. 

No Marsha. 

No Deja vue.

I went from feeling loved to being a slut in an hour!

I was waiting for a cab when Jerry ran down, still 
buttoning his shirt.

"Come on, Barbs, it was fun. Don't be mad. You seemed 
to enjoy it."

"I never did anything like that before, Jerry. You tricked 
me. That was a rotten thing to do."

"Maybe, but I liked it. Didn't you, a little?"

"That's not the point, you tricked me."

"Big deal -- sex is for fun, and it was fun."

By now he had walked with me to his car.

"You mean the fact that you tricked me into spreading my 
legs for another guy isn't important to you?"

"Oh, it's important, because you did it. But I don't think it's 
bad important. It's good important."

"And it's something you want to do more of?"

"Yeah, sure. But to be fair, sometimes with another 
woman."

I was silent until we got to my place.

"Don't come in, Jerry, I've got some thinking to do."

As he drove off I realized there was no thinking at all to 
be done. I couldn't trust him.

Still, as I cried myself to sleep, I remembered the 
sensation of Jerry behind me, and my mouth taking Jack, 
and how every push was transmitted through me to Jack.

Maybe I'd do that again.

Maybe I'd even trick someone.

But not Jerry.

Not Jack.

Not ever.






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