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Subject: {ASSM} Ricardo and Jasmine (MF MF MF rom?)
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Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2007 01:10:02 -0400
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   This story of erotic fiction is modeled on actual people and events, but
the names and some identifying characteristics have been changed.  Any
further distribution of the descriptions and account of this story without
the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited.  No animals were
harmed in writing this story.  Constructive feedback is welcom.

   Enjoy.  Don



  
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	I have the kind of career that requires me to relocate every
year.   I know that sucks, but at least it beats going to law
school. I have learned the best way of meeting intelligent new
people when I move to a new city is to frequent the local coffee
house. That is where I met Jasmine, her friend Ricardo, and
Ricardo's wife Allyson. 
	Initially, we were trying to help Jasmine break up with her
current boy friend.  Jasmine preferred to call him the man she
was dating, because boy friend implied too much commitment.  
Ricardo and Allyson were acting out of genuine friendship, but I
found Jasmine too attractive for disinterested concern.  Jasmine
had long dark hair, a well-rounded figure, and a sensuous smile.
She considered her soon to be ex boy friend a kind shmuck.  When
she finally told him they could no longer be together, he sat on
her couch and cried for an hour. 
	Ricardo and Allyson tried to console her.  Ricardo was the same
age as Jasmine, but much younger than his wife.  Ricardo was a
stereotypical Italian, tall, dark and handsome.  He frequently
forgot to comb his long hair.  Allyson was shorter, with short
dark hair. 
	Ricardo met Allyson several years previous on a flight from New
York to Italy.  Ricardo was returning home from a Grateful Dead
concert, while Allyson was planning to vacation with friends.
Their attraction was instantaneous. Within a day of landing, she
was at his villa near Milan, where they were tearing at each
other's clothes.  Allyson had had a number of intense
relationships, but this sexy Italian was all she had hoped for. 
	When they were naked, she admired his long uncircumcised penis.
After playing with it for a few minutes, she announced, "I have
to put this big boy where nature intended."
	She impaled herself on his rod.  She closed her eyes, to enjoy
the sensation emanating from between her legs. She used her hips
and knees to bounce on top of him. 
	She whispered, "You feel so good inside of me."
	He replied, "You feel so good on top of me."
	He grabbed her breasts to stimulate her body.  She urged herself
on, panting.  She grunted every time she lowered her body on his
stiff member.  He was enjoying the ride, but he felt he could not
last much longer.  
	He grunted, "Allyson, I'm almost there."
	"Hold on, me too."
	He moved his pelvis up at her, increasing the contact. 
	She yelped, "Yes. Oh God." 
	She leaned back, with her face contorted in ecstasy.   He pushed
his hot cum deep into her eager body.  
	When she relaxed, she leaned next to him.
	She said, "Wow! Lover, that was one of the best ever.  Please
hold me."
	They lay together.  
	Suddenly, she noticed his penis was still erect.  
	She remarked, "Wow, lover, you are a real stud."
	He replied, "I'm still young."
	"I'm glad I'm hooking up with a younger man.   Let's do it
again."
	He eased her back on the bed.  He kissed her breasts, making her
feel wonderful.
He wanted to make it special for her.  He eased his prick into
her slit.  She inhaled as he thrust deep inside.  She threw her
legs over his back.  She rejoiced in the feelings flooding her
body.  With each thrust, she moaned and squealed happily.  Her
squeals hit a crescendo as an orgasm poured over her.  He relaxed
slightly, and then resumed his activity.  Because he had
ejaculated one, Ricardo was able to delay his release.  He wanted
to bring off again.  She was lost in her erotic feelings.  He
concentrated on making them both have a wonderful time.  But he
knew he could not keep it up indefinitely.  The pressure in his
stiff penis was getting unbearable.  
	Suddenly, his dam broke.  He flooded her pussy with liquid love.
 He grunted with squirt.  She felt her body soak up his efforts,
leading her to explode once more.
When he finished, he eased off her.
	They held each other for the night.   She slept in his villa for
the entire week, abandoning her friends.  Eventually, he moved to
New York, where he studied applied mathematics and statistics. 
He wanted to study cumulative logits, which is the model for
infrequent events.  
	For the first year they were together, Ricardo and Allyson were
a non-stop fuckfest.  They had sex every night, occasionally
twice.  He got a green card, so he could stay in America.  Then
they did something that cooled their ardor.   They got married. 
With marriage, they no longer felt they had something to prove. 
However, marriage brought Ricardo something he never had before:
in-laws. He did not like her family.  He was interested inart,
music and Italian poetry.  Her father and brothers were
interested in business and the Washington Redskins.  To make
things worse, she moved to be near her parent's home because they
needed her administrative skills to run the business.  He felt he
was in an intellectual wasteland.   Jasmine and I became his
saviors, and they became mine.
	One evening, Jasmine and I had dinner with Ricardo and Allyson
at their home.  I told Ricardo that if he did not make it in
mathematics, he could always become an Italian chef. 
	On the way home, I told Jasmine, "I think you are an attractive,
intelligent woman.   I'd like to spend time with you and get to
know you better."
	She replied, "Yes, I'd like that, too"
	I invited her in my apartment.   I offered her some wine.  We
sat listening to some cool jazz.  Soon, we were kissing and
fondling each other.  I had my hand on her left breast under her
shirt, and she was touching my crotch.  My prick reacted readily
to her hand.  
	She said softly, "I want to go down on you."
	I replied, "Sure, provided you remove your shirt so I can admire
your wonderful body."
	She tossed off her shirt and unhooked her bra.  She then opened
my belt.  I stood up so she could pull down my slacks and then my
shorts.   She knelt between my legs, admiring my cock.  She
slowly licked my rod, using some spit to lubricate her movement.
She explored my circumference, paying special attention to the
tip.   It felt wonderful.  She varied her pace, in order to
maximize my pleasure.  Soon, my penis was rock hard.  
She smiled, happy at the effect she was having.  
	I said, "Jasmine, you had better be careful.   You have me ready
to shoot."
	With that she redoubled her efforts.  That was her intension. 
Soon, the pleasure was more than I could bear.  The cum bobbled
up inside my balls, until they yearned for release.  I grasped
her head, holding her in place as I gushed all over her face.  
She took it on the chin and tried to drink some of it in.  She
smiled, even though her face was a mess.  
	When I was done, I said, "That was the best head I've ever had.
You were wonderful. If you want, you can take off your slacks so
I can return the favor."
	"I just wanted to bring you off.  Next time, I will bring my
diaphragm, so we can do it the proper way."
	When she came over the next time, we were kissing and making
out.  She then said, "Let me go to the bathroom, so I can insert
my diaphragm."
	When she came out, she was naked except her panties.  I had
already stripped down to my shorts.  We embraced passionately.  I
pulled her body close.  I inserted my hands into her panties, and
slowly pulled them down.  I sat on the bed, pulling her pussy
close.  She had applied some perfume, so it had a slight flower
fragrance.  I sniffed all around her pussy, making her feel good.
  She leaned back, letting me explore her slit. 
	I then pulled her on the bed.  She landed on my face.  I kissed
her all over.  She then moved on the bed, where she could remove
my shorts.  We took turns kissing and fondling each other,
getting more excited. 
	Finally I said, "Jasmine, I want you."
	She declared, "Yes.  Put it in. Make me happy."
	She lay back and I got on top of her.  I inserted my penis deep
into her opening.  At first, I moved slowly, because I wanted to
make it last.  But she started to pump below me, moaning with
joy.  
	She moaned, "Oooh, this is wonderful.  Keep it up."
	She grabbed my body, pulling me close.  Her arms roamed all over
my back.  She used her legs to pump up at me.  She started
thrashing around beneath me to increase her stimulation. 
	She moaned,  "My God.  You are making me feel so good."
	She gave way to an orgasm, flooding her body.  She yelled
incoherently.  I was ready to release a torrent.
	I murmured,   "I'm ready, Jasmine."
	"So am I.  Let it go."
	I grunted as I gushed a fountain of cum into her.   I kept going
until I was empty.
I then relaxed inside her.  As my penis lost its tension, I
pulled out and lay beside her.  For a while we just held each
other, neither one saying anything.  
	Then she whispered, "That was fantastic.  I am going to keep you
around a while longer."
	"Yes.  I want you to spend the night here.   We can resume in
the morning."
	"I'm glad I brought my toothbrush."
	When we got up that morning, I made coffee and boiled some eggs.
 Jasmine tried to help, but her cooking skills were confined to
the microwave, which I seldom used.  
	After breakfast, I suggested, "Let's shower together."
	"I feel sticky from last night.  That would be fun."
	I ran the water, and we got in the shower.  We traded the soap
back and forth, washing each other.  I washed her back, and then
lavished attention on her round tits.  She returned the favor,
washing my body.  She soaped down my prick, until it was standing
horizontal from my body.  I stood behind her, to wash her pussy.
She leaned back against me, sighing from the attention I was
paying to her body. 
	I said, "Let's do it again.  I want you."
	She leaned against me and said, "Take me here."
	"No.   I think the bed would be more comfortable.  Let me dry
you off."
	We dried each other, and ran back to the bedroom.  We plopped
down on each other, as we kissed and fondled.   She embraced my
prick, certain that it would soon be ready to send her into
space.  
	She pushed me down and sat on top of me.  She eased her pussy
onto my rod, until it was snugly encased inside her, like a
glove.  I pulled her breasts, with increasing firmness.   She
rode me hard.  She used her hips and knees to rock on my prick,
	I said, "This feels better than ever."
	She muttered, "Yes.  I am going to ride you to the finish line,
and then some."
	Every time she lowered herself on me, she exhaled and panted. 
She leaned back as the pleasure started to surge over her.   She
continued to jam me into her.
	She yelled, "Don't stop.  Keep doing it to me."
	"I couldn't stop if I wanted to."	
	Her face began to contort in ecstasy.   I pinched her nipples,
to increase her excitement.  My rod wanted to explode.   But she
would not let me go.  She continued to bounce over me.  
	I said, "Jasmine, I need to cum."
	"Wait for me. I'm almost there, again."
	She closed her eyes, getting lost in the erotic pleasure.  I
pushed up at her, almost bouncing her off me.  She held on,
letting another orgasm wash over her.   My penis broke free,
filling her with wave after wave of semen.  
	When we relaxed, she said, "I think we need another shower."
	I replied, "Okay, but don't get me as excited this time."
	We started dating regularly, although she still insisted that I
not call her my girl friend.  I am too much a feminist to be a
so-called lady's man. (What is a ladies man's lover, a man's
woman?) I have only had half dozen relationships.  But Jasmine
was the sexiest lover I had.  At first, she insisted that we were
not exclusive, but then she decided that we would be.  I found
nothing better than luxuriating next to Jasmine, with my prick
engulfed by her warm vagina. 
	My only problem with her was that she was immature and not
always responsible.  As I said, I am much older that she is.  For
example, we would agree to go camping, but she forgot to make
reservations.   Or we would agree to go to a movie, and she would
suddenly decide that she wanted to go to the city, or vice versa.
 I put up with all this mainly because of the fantastic sex.
	But eventually, that was not enough.   I was searching for a job
for the next year, and she was looking for graduate schools.  She
decided that she could not handle a long distance relationship. 
That was before we decided, somewhat independently, to move to
the same town.  She wanted to continue to be my friend, but she
no longer wanted to date.   I told her that I still had feelings
for her, but agreed that it would be best to just be friends. 
	That summer, I left town to go to a special fellowship.  That
left Jasmine alone with Ricardo.  Because the place she was going
for the next year was over a thousand miles away, Jasmine asked
Ricardo to accompany her.  Allyson always regarded Jasmine as a
younger sister, so she had no trouble letting Ricardo drive
Jasmine to her new home. 
	In a way, Jasmine did not want to leave.  The town where she
lived was her only home for the past six years.   As the time she
was about to leave approached, she got increasingly emotional and
tearful.  The only friend who could comfort her was Ricardo. 
	One day, they sat in her living room, Jasmine feeling very alone
and Ricardo doing what he could.  She felt very good that he was
there during that trying time. 
They put their arms around each other.  
	She looked into his eyes.  She said, "Take me Ricardo.  I want
your touch."
	He demurred, "What about Allyson?"
	"She doesn't have to know. You are the only man I can count
on."
	She lifted her t-shirt, and unhooked her bra.  She also lifted
his t-shirt, letting their bare chests rub against each other. 
Ricardo had always wondered what sex with Jasmine would be like.
He loved Allyson, but he felt trapped by his marriage, especially
since she had been hinting she would like to have a baby with
him, a prospect that he dreaded more than anything.  
	He kissed her breasts, moving from one to the other.  She lay on
the couch, giving him access to her body.  He placed his hand
inside her slacks.
	She said, "Undress me."  
	He unzipped her jeans and then slipped off her panties.  He
fondled her pussy, making her glow with pleasure.  
	She said, "Do it to me.  I'm wearing my diaphragm.  I want your
cock inside me.  Take me any way you want."
	She got on top of him to pull off his clothes.  She kissed his
prick, until it expanded bigger than a cucumber.  He pushed her
back until he was ready to enter her slit.  He jammed into her,
hard and deep.  She inhaled sharply, as he began to pound her.
Ricardo had a self-image as a macho stud.  Therefore he wanted to
bring her off several times. 
	He said, "Put your legs over my back.  I want complete access to
you."
	He pulled her up until her weight was on him instead of her
back.  He rocked into her with a steady rhythm.  She was panting
as she strove to keep up with him.
	She breathed, "Oh lover, this is fantastic. Keep doing it."
	She felt the first orgasm engulf her, but he was not going to
relent.  He kept at it until a second and third orgasm poured
over her. 
	She said, "You're making me cum again.  I don't believe it."
	She was out of breath, but he just increased his pace.  He felt
he could achieve his own release. It came flooding out of him,
soaking her pussy with his love juice.  Only then did he relax
with her body.
	They lay there recuperating for several minutes.  
	Finally she said, "That was fantastic.  You're my Italian
stallion."
	He got up to get a drink.  When he came back, she said, "My God.
 You're still hard."
	He replied,  "Not yet, but give me a few minutes and I'll be
fine."
	They fondled each other's bodies.   
	She said, "I want you again."
	He replied, "You're Italian stallion wants his American mare."
	He started to whinny like a horse.  She whinnied also.  He
turned her so her back was to him.  Jasmine associated rear entry
with lust rather than love, but she lusted after his prick and
would to anything to get it.  On her hands and knees, she was
able to push back at him.  When he entered her again, she was
ready.  	
	He grabbed her long black hair to pull it as if it were the
rains on a horse.  
	He said, "Giddyap," as he slapped her as if he was whipping a
racehorse.  She whinnied again and cried, "ride 'em, cowboy."	
	He grabbed the tits to use them as levers to control her pace. 
She responded by letting him use her body.  Again, she had no
difficulty reaching several orgasms. He pounded her into an
orgasm, relaxed for a few minutes, and resumed his efforts.  Each
time she yelled ecstatically.  He grunted as his efforts got
harder.  Finally, he had no more to give.  His semen poured out
of him like lava from a volcano.  When she felt him stop, she
fell forward on the couch, panting heavily.
	Finally, she said, "Lover, you just about wore me out.  My pussy
won't be the same for days."
	"You'll be fine.  It was for a good cause."
	They had sex whenever they could be together.  However, adultery
gives an hour's pleasure, but lying about it poisons the soul. 
When I got back East, they told me about it, but they did not
tell Allyson. 
	I was livid.  I felt personally betrayed.  My two best friends
behaved immorally.   I have a high sense of morality.  I teach
ethics at the local college.  If I confronted them, I ran the
risk of losing my best friends.  If I did not confront them, it
might appear I was condoning their behavior.    I tried to
express my displeasure, without coming down too hard on them.   I
considered telling Allyson, but decided that would not be fair,
since I was leaving town for good.   I talked casually to
Allyson.   She genuinely loved Ricardo, and believed that she
could make him a better man. 
	When I saw them Ricardo and Jasmine again, they behaved like a
normal couple.  But the guilt was tearing at Ricardo.  I finally
told him that it didn't matter which woman he ended up with, but
he had to quit living a lie.
	Ricardo told Allyson that he had been sleeping with Jasmine.
	Allyson said, "I should have expected as much.  Somehow, even
though she is young and pretty, and we have been having problems
because if my job, I expected you to remain loyal.  Do you love
her?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you love me?"
	"Yes."	
	"What do you want to do?"	
	"I don't know."
	She suggested that they seek marriage counseling.  He did not
want to, but the state law mandated counseling if one spouse in a
divorce demands it. 
	Jasmine hit a rougher patch.  She pined for Ricardo and believed
she was truly in love with him.   She did not like her new job
and town.  She went drinking, alone.  I tried to protect her, but
I had my own projects.  Eventually, one of her one-night stands
got her pregnant.  
	When Jasmine realized she was pregnant, she panicked.  She left
town to fly back to Ricardo.  Allyson and Ricardo helped her get
an abortion.  Allyson wanted a baby, like the one Jasmine was
discarding. 
	Allyson said to Ricardo, "If you get me pregnant, you can have
your divorce, no strings attached.  I'd rather have a baby with
you than with a turkey baster."
	Eventually, Jasmine and Ricardo moved to New York.  He got a job
on Wall Street, making tons of money.  She got a job with a
non-profit, where she spent tons of money.  They remained on good
terms with Allyson, and her new baby daughter.
	As for me, I realized that I needed a more mature woman.  
Through Jasmine, I met Stephanie.   Stephanie is divorced also. 
She is not quite as sexy as Jasmine, but she is devoted to me,
and I am getting devoted to her.  That counts for a lot more.

	 

	
	
	

	
	
	
	


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