The following is Part 7 of our continuing story "New Openings." If you missed Parts 1 - 6, they're alive and well and living in our archives -- just click on the archive link. But to get you started on Part 7, here's where we left off:

"I introduced myself. She stood. I told her to relax and used the occasion to rest my hand on her small shoulder. 'Make her feel comfortable, Max,' I said. I left the room again. This time I went into our bedroom. The room was at the end of a dark hallway, but from a crack in the door, I could see them. I stripped and stood there at the cracked door naked, watching."

[And now for Part 7:]

She sat back down, facing him. They talked in low voices. He began stroking her arm. She looked uncomfortable. I touched my breasts, watching them. Her head was down, but he took her chin and held her face. He brushed her cheek with his fingers. I brushed my hands over my nipples. And then she fell into him, her lips onto his. She wanted. Young, shy, inexperienced, oh, but female with bitch hormones that responded to Max's velvety magnetism and controlled her. He engulfed her in his cooing warmth, but SHE pulled down her sleeves, wriggling her shoulders free; SHE offered him her delicate neck, her bare shoulders, her spongy-soft girl breasts. She moaned girlish surprise as he made her feel the new sensations of tongue and touch along her virginal, nerve-strung skin.

She had freckles. She had a button nose. Her pink lips were parted for his access. He ran his hands over her chest and shoulders, her back and breasts, as if he were polishing her. She fell weakly into his hands, limp, a mindless puppet doll. I pinched my breasts watching them. I ached for him to look in my direction, but he was consumed. He held her by the back; she had fallen back on his arm. While they kissed on the mouth he peeled her blouse down to her waist, undid the snap of her pants at her belly, eased his hand down inside her. As they kissed she lay there, eyes closed, her nude torso an object for his imagination. SHE squirmed herself out of her pants then. I watch for her sparsely haired pussy. My angle was wrong. He drew her pants down. She kicked off her sneakers. He passed his fingertips down her inner thighs. She kicked the pants free of her ankles. She was naked and he had her, but he only held her, like a romance novel lover. I was holding my breath. Finally he placed one hand on her outside thigh pushing it aside so that it landed off the couch. That spread her more. Her slit would have cracked slightly. I couldn't see.

Max kissed her on the very tips of her nipples and her little girl squeals made my cunt churn hot cream. She was distracted. Every sensation is so electric your first time. I moved to the other side of the archway to get a better view of her spread. Max patted her thigh, holding her open so I could get a sight of soft, small pussy. It seemed to be all mound and little flesh and nearly hairless as I had guessed. He moved on her. She lay so passively. That he ran his hands unchecked over her breasts, armpits, face bothered me no end. It bothered me that she moaned at his slightest touch. It wasn't just Max but the cream in the crotch of my undies that betrayed me. I couldn't take my eyes off her open pussy as I stripped. This fresh pink smile between her legs, it seemed to call for me like it had needs of its own. So I walked out of the bedroom stark naked, wet blots between my thighs, nipples raised high. I went to her pussy to take care of it. When I pinched her labial lips between my fingers, she squeaked. Had I given her a tiny shock? Poor frightened kitty. I could smell it. It wasn't fear. I pulled on the lips; they were so spongy. I pulled them apart and uncovered her secret, the sticky stuff she'd been leaking. That a virgin could get so wet! I gazed at her opening. I saw a little curtain of skin off to one side. It hid some of her vaginal hole, so her entry, the place where Max would go into her, looked like the moon in its three-quarter phase. Max held her tightly and his body hugged her, between me and her line of vision. Her pussy looked small and stretched beyond its habit; her clit was just a taut bump. She panted little pants as Max took her nipples in his teeth. I started taking off his shirt and he finished, as he continued to suck and nibble on her. More slime came from her hole; I compared it to the opening of a snail's shell when you try to invade it. The snail retracts and pushes out slime.

Max's hand hung on only at his left elbow where it was supporting her back. He sucked her small tits, one, then the other, then the other; he took each by surprise and left each wanting more. Her girly silk vulva! Her tuft of girl-thin hair. But I watched it swell like a woman's cunt and cream like a woman's cunt and twitch like a woman's cunt. I pulled her lips wide, stretching them, and I went down on that cunt, flailed it with my tongue, sucked it. Her bitter-sweet cream filled my mouth. She screamed a kind of surprise and pleasure. I tongue flicked her clit to make her shudder, and she giggled. She was so easy.

I came up with her cream around my mouth. I went down, twisting my head so my nose could poke her in the hole and my tong could mash her pussy. I came up for air and her slime was all over my face. I pulled her lips wider and watched her stretched clit pulse. Max put his fingers in her then. She gave little cries. Oh how he excited her.

I whispered from behind him, "Go into her -- put yourself into her."

I surprised myself by feeling no jealousy. Something else had hold of me. I was hungry to see her taken. I didn't care that he, the man I'd shared myself with exclusively for 5 years, would do the taking. Kissing her on the lips and twiddling one breast between his fingers, Max rose, awkwardly hunched over, and I undid his pants and shimmied them down and off him.

"Have you made love before?" I heard him whisper.

She nodded yes.

"Is it OK if I enter you?" he whispered again.

I didn't wait for her answer. I knew it would be yes. The little liar. Virgin liar. And he believed her? If so, then they were both in for a surprise. I scrambled off to grab and open a condom and came back with nervous, jittery fingers to roll it down over his cock.

"I'll hold her open," I whispered to him. I wanted to be right there at the point of entry.

He laid her back down against the arm of the couch, still kissing her, and as he straddled to get into position I dug at her lips around her tiny hole, pulling them, separating them to reveal a hole that did not gape but that sort of winked, that seemed half closed with a growth. There it was, the proof that she had lied, that her cunt had never been opened. And there I was, staring at cherry.

[To be continued...]