Archive-name: 3plus/wedprsnt.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Wedding Present, The This is the fascinating tale about a man who knew his limitations and the lady he loved more than anything else. He loved her so much that he would forever sacrifice his honor, and possibly his very spirit, so that she would have the joy she so richly deserved. It all began a few years ago when these two, shall we call them Jill and Jack, met in the office when Jill was newly-hired. This was no love-at-first-sight for either one, particularly Jill. Jack was immediately attracted to Jill's beauty, but he was very quiet and reserved, some would say shy. Although nothing transpired for many months, Jack could not help but be attracted to this dynamic and exquisitely lovely vision, this gorgeous creature. But what really persuaded Jack to eventually seek even vague recognition by this Venus-incarnate was her apparent unlimited capacity for gentleness and, . . ., well, niceness. Of course, there were several minor obstacles looming in their way, not the least was age - he was 37 and he 50 - and marital status - they were. For several years Jack persistently pursued this vision of loveliness with a vigor that actually irritated Jill on many occasions. She was more attracted by the novelty than anything else, but he was sort of a nice guy. Nothing ensued that would excite the reader. There were some brief, but passionate and heart-felt, hugs and touches early in their "relationship" that certainly excited Jack and maybe even Jill a little. But Jill soon found that her conscience could not accept this and only agreed to the continuance of the "relationship" if it remained platonic. Although Jack found this exceeding difficult he acquiesced for he loved her dearly. Although it would have made no difference to Jill, several times, unbeknownst to her, Jack seriously considered the cruel act of leaving his family for her, but he could never resolve how she could ever love someone who would do such a thing. Jack was in a real moral dilemma. But since Jill had a rich and full married life she would have rejected him anyway. It was clear to Jill he was just a passionate suitor always faithful, hovering in the wings, where he belonged. For as long as he could remember he had thought that Jill was the most luscious, delicious hunk of femininity he had ever seen. He had thought that she carried herself with such elegance and sensuality; she just dripped with voluptuous passion. God surely had created many beautiful things, but this time She out did Herself. (Some may think that only a male could conceive of the perfect female, but Jack had said that men wouldn't recognize the "perfect female" if she were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good fuck. Only a female can imagine all of the delightful traits of their sex.) But you, dear reader, must be getting bored so I will just say that life continued for quite a while like this. But life paid a cruel trick on Jack, for as he grew older, both physically and mentally, Jill grew younger. Not only did her passion for life and love increase, but so did her physically beauty and youthfulness. And then a cataclysm happened. We needn't go into that here, but totally beyond their control within a space of less than a year they both found themselves "available." Jill did not enjoy being alone. For quite a while she had, what some would call, a fling. Others, including, Jack, simply called it, deserved recreation. She was radiant, basking in the limelight of many, many virile and attentive men. She attracted men much younger than her, both because she looked so young, but also because she felt and acted youthful. But after an extended period of this she longed for peaceful days. Being reluctant to part with a full and joyous life, she hesitated. She also knew that, although she had virtually ignored Jack during this time, he was always there, patiently waiting, kind, faithful, gentle. She knew that with him her life would be comfortable and happy and peaceful and dull. Anyway, one day, after a most strenuous weekend of frolic, she decided that this was too much. Even while recovering from a great hangover due to various excesses, she dialed Jack's number and invited him for lunch. Jack showed up, irritatingly early, with some exotic and expensive and useless gift. But he was nice and he did love her, dearly. Although she did not, at first, feel that it was the right step to take, persistent pressure from Jack finally wore down her resistance and in a moment of weakness submitted to his heart- rending offer of marriage. Jack, being no dummy, arranged for the quiet wedding to take place within a month. That month was spent in a flurry of old-fashioned courting by Jack, to make up for lost time, and a house purchase (Jack had been eyeing a particular one for a long time, furiously dreaming, as only he was capable of, for this day). Jack, as I said, being no dummy, was exceedingly worried about his ability to give her what he wanted most to give to this great and wonderful person, joy, true, unadulterated joy, and this included the physical and emotional joy of a fulfilling and passionate marriage bed. Well, let's be blunt here. Jill loved to fuck. Her husband must have thought she was insatiable. Once Jill told Jack (he was sort of a father figure to her and she would spend a lot of time with him simply talking, he was a good listener) that sometimes she would sit in her husband's lap with his prick inside her while they watched adult videos. She would not let him move, just squeeze him again and again with her cunt (pubococcygeous muscles to Jack) until he came if she don't stop. I guess you could sort of say that Jill was what one would call "really into this sex thing." That really troubled Jack. But he had spent years in his lonely fantasy world (both during his marriage and after) researching this problem. He thought he had the perfect solution. Was it? I will leave it up to you, dear reader. The small wedding ceremony was attended by immediate family and a few very close friends, but Jack had invited four who he said were friends outside of work. Jill was not a little bit irritated as she hadn't wished to include even close friends. But she resigned herself to his foibles. Besides they were very nice young men. The house they had purchased was a delightful old home not far from the city. Although it was huge it was already divided into several nice rentable apartments which should very nearly pay the mortgage. The part they would use was warm and cozy. The house, itself, was hidden in the midst of hundreds of trees in the near country side. The rear of the home would be cleared for Jill's garden and a small, private pool (these two were accomplished by Jack's four friends as a present while Jill and Jack were away on their honeymoon). During the honeymoon, an innocuous affair spent mainly sightseeing, their daily intimate encounters were almost pathetic as Jack tried desperately to please Jill in the way he erroneously thought she wanted. He acted like a little boy most of the time and tended to reach his climax "hours" before Jill, but in a not-boyish manner - he patiently and lovingly lead Jill towards many, many crashing orgasms after his. Their times were pleasant and love-filled, but due to his nervousness, could not really be called joyous. Jack was in heaven. Jill was happy, but disappointed. "I guess this is the way it is to be," she thought sadly. Actually, they were both glad to be back after the honeymoon. The self-imposed pressure on Jack was horrendous, and Jill felt weighted down by it also. "Once back home, maybe he will relax and remember how much he loves me, and show it," she thought. But a rude greeting awaited Jill when they returned. She, of course, was delighted with her garden space and pool, but, being a basically private person, she was nearly devastated to find that he had rented the apartments to his "friends" without consulting her, and at a ridiculously low rate. This incidence provoked their first real fight since being married (they had had some before). Surprisingly, what finally soothed the stormy waters was the roomers themselves. For several days, Jill, took out her frustrations and pent up emotions in the pool and garden. Oddly enough one of the roomers, Max, a gardener by trade, came home one day and offered to help her construct a raised-bed garden. Later he "volunteered" the able assistance of the other three, Nevil, Gene, and Alan, when they got home from work. Over the course of several days of back-breaking work she came to know these fine men. Only then did she feel comfortable in accepting Jack's irritating and constant barrage of apologies. When she had resolved her objections to Jack's unilateral decisions, she, characteristically, apologized to Jack, but made it clear that she should be consulted on future decisions that would effect her and her privacy. Jack fell all over himself apologizing again. Their make-up kiss was a delight and almost resulted some hanky-panky right on the spot. That night in bed she came close to experiencing the emotional (and physical) joy she had been desperately longing for. For nearly an hour Jack simply played with her body, rising her to erotic heights. He did have a masterful tongue and soft warm fingers and he played them for all he was worth as they guided each other on that glorious path. They fell comfortably asleep in each others arms. Early the next morning (they were both morning people), Jack seemingly brought up the unpleasant subject of the roomers again. "Jill, I want to talk to you about the boys," began Jack. "What's to talk about. I have resigned myself to accept them in the name of economics and as long as they are nice and helpful I can tolerate this loss of privacy, but I still wish they weren't here," she quickly responded. "Let me begin by asking you to honestly and truthfully tell me if you were totally satisfied with our love-making last night." Jill quickly began to seethe, "Not that it has any relevancy with the way you started the conversation, but if you are going to be an ass and demand an answer, 'No, no I wasn't totally satisfied.' So there. Are you thinking that I have my eyes on those 'kids' hanging around the place? You just better not be thinking that or you are in real big trouble." But almost immediately, she realized she had gone too far. "I'm sorry I said that, but why did you bring up the roomers and our sex life together?" "Please forgive me, Jill, but they do have something in common." Here began a long, boring monologue about his sexual inadequacies and his extreme love for her and his desire that she have anything she wanted. Several times she tried to interrupt with objections, attempting to say that she had chosen Jack as her one love and would accept him no matter what his short comings. Jack quickly dismissed her protestations and continued. He said he had "researched" these guys completely, including a private investigation. He said they were fine upstanding young men, but they all had one other attribute - they were superior practitioners of the art of coitus. When he said that, Jill was stunned. It would have been very interesting to know what was going on in her bewildered mind at that moment, but Jack continued. "I have talked to each of them separately and together. I think, through me, they have come to know you quite well as, to their credit, to a man, they were most interested in you as a person and your personality. I think I was quite honest in my reporting on you. For your information only one of the four asked to see your picture before agreeing to my proposal, and I am quite sure it was partially in jest, as he couldn't believe that someone so wonderful as you could also be beautiful. But he said he would have agreed even if you were only 'not deformed.' The first time they saw you was at the wedding. Later they actually said I had underestimated your beauty. I still feel badly about that." As Jack pauses, Jill, with serious trepidation, asked, "and what is this 'proposal' you made?" "With your approval, and ONLY with your approval, I have asked them to assist me, of course, I will have a minor role, in giving you sexual pleasure." The bomb struck with an explosion in her head. "No, no, you can't do that." She raved on for about five minutes, finally collapsing in tears in his arms. Jack holds her close until she quiets down. "Jill, I do want to give you this. I know you strongly desire physical pleasures and satisfaction. I know they are good men. There is no real reason that should prevent all of us from what we all wish to do as long as no one is harmed." Jack knew Jill well enough to know that she could never truly come out and say that she "agreed" to this "deal." In fact, she had said once that she thought that Society had raised her generation of women to only be comfortable in physical love- making if it was 'forced' on them by an aggressive male, "women weren't supposed to want things like that." (And "aggression" was foreign to Jack, which might have explained their previous platonic "relationship.") "OK, let's forget about it. I will talk to the guys tonight and tell them the deal is off. They will not be totally surprised with your decision, disappointed, yes, but not really surprised. But the thought of those guys all getting you off has got me higher than a kite." He chuckles and adds, "You know what a voyeur I am. I'll call the office and tell them I won't be in today. And the guys have all left for work by now. We can fool around all morning, if I can. Come on, let's fuck." With a wicked grin on her face, Jill grabs Jacks ears, pulls his face to her's and kisses his lips, hard. With a grinding motion she rubs her pelvis hard against his until she feels his manhood rising. "OK, big boy, let's go up and get fucked." Once in the room they share a warm embrace. Then as if a silent signal had been given, they slowly sit down on the bed and hold hands gazing into each other's eyes. Jack gently begins caressing Jill's delicate hands and fingers. "Please, Jill, may I give you a massage. I have wanted to do this for years and either never had the opportunity or you never gave me the chance. Remember, I even wrote a story about it, the one with the choose-your-own-endings? Now we have both the opportunity and time." "Sure, Jack. You can do what ever you want with me." Again, Jack takes Jill in his arms and gives her a slow, lingering sensual kiss, probing gradually her warm full passionate lips for entrance. She receives his libidinous tongue inside her mouth with relish, allowing him to explore at will. She had always enjoyed his kisses, maybe not much else, but he could kiss with fervor and his desire was undeniable. Slowly, he allows his hands to wonder from Jill's firm back, as it was clear she was not going to break this spell. They meander excitedly around her back, feeling for the warm skin beneath her rough work clothes. They play like little children as they dart here and there searching and exploring. Gradually they come to her waist and tentatively cross the line to find her exquisitely formed bottom. He sneaks beneath her to hold them. Even though he is still madly kissing her hungry lips he can smell the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. It drives him wild. Cautiously, Jack's hand feels the warmth of her body as he scales the two exquisite mounds. He had always been beguiled by Jill's luscious and sensuous bottom, two of her most outstanding features (and that is from the perspective of Jack - a leg-man, who had long admired the trim turn of her ankle, etc.). This lady embodied perfection enough for all normal fixations. Now, as in his dreams so many, many times he is softly caressing each contour of her posterior so cruelly trapped in these coarse overalls. This is a body that deserves to be set free (she had once sent him into a mental frenzy when she said she loved to fish in the nude). Gradually, his hands move down her love-hills, continuing to gently caress her lovely seductively curved thighs and slowly he traces along those exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. And then, a miracle. Not only does his hand touch the thin fabric covering the holy shrine, but another sensation happens - a simple, genuine and honest touch. He feels the touch of Aphrodite. No, it is more, it is the warm, gentle, passionate touch of Jill. To Jack this simple act reveals the most beautiful and exotic garden anyone has ever beheld. All colors fill his eyes and a million lovely smells cloud his senses. The heat radiating from that one simple act fills him with renewed yearning and fervor to share his joy. After seemingly being satiated with his trysts with the holy mons, his hands gradually come back up, this time snaking between the two lovers' hearts, beating in unison. Hesitantly, they come upon her proud breasts aching to be held and fondled. They are magnificent treasure troves, created by God to suckle the young and titillate the old. All ages found them an attraction. Other women admired and envied them and all men desired to trace their exquisite curves. Slowly and sensually, Jack begins unfastening the buttons of her man-style work shirt. After each successful disengagement he feels her breathing pick up the beat along with his. Their bodies know what is coming even if they pretend not to. When the last button is open, he slips his warm hands seductively underneath the shirt. Jack is confronted with the enjoyable task of extricating Jill from the confines of her bra, but Jill, not wanting to delay too long this pleasant pastime, quickly pulls away and slips out of both the shirt and the bra, herself, immediately pulling Jack back to her warm bosom. But, she left just enough space between them for his hands to begin once again their erotic exploration. He does with passion and lust. They quickly find her soft and firm and ripe breasts that had always fascinated him. They are not large and not small, just the perfect size and shape. They are each crowned by a delicate pinkish areola with an indescribablely luscious erect nipple straining towards him. He fights loose from Jill's hug to gain a look at them and quickly plants moist kisses on each in turn. His tongue playfully toying with the delightful nipples. After more than ten minutes playing and sucking at these marvelous instruments they resume their tempestuous kissing allowing Jack's hands to continue probing. With extreme patience his hands again find their way past her waist to the soft flanks of this Aphrodite-incarnate, protected by the coarse texture of her overalls. For a few minutes they roam freely imagining what the actual touch of that heavenly skin must be like (although, he, of course, already knew, it is not one of the things you trust to your memory). Slowly, as if expecting resistance, he begins to unbuckle her belt and unsnap the first closure. Meeting no resistance, he then quietly, so as to not awaken the sleeping beasts too soon, zips them open. Once that obstacle is over come, he slowly slips his hand inside, closer to the warm flesh that so arouses his manhood. The silken film of her underwear now is the only hinderance. In virtual slow motion he eases Jill back on the bed until she is lying on her back, still linked to Jack with her elegant, bare arms. She moans slightly as he raises her slightly to slip the overalls off and onto the floor. In the meantime, she has slipped her shoes and socks off. For many, many moments Jack playfully scampers around the bare flesh exposed, spending much time marveling at the delicate, soft beauty of her inner thighs. Each gentle touch causes Jill to gasp in anticipation and Jack to moan under the burden of the passion rising in him. Then slowly he begins to inch her underwear down her velveteen sides, being helped by the slow undulation of Jill's hips. It is not clear if they are voluntary or not, but they are slow and deliberate and irresistible. "Jill, please roll over before I blow the whole thing and rape you right now," he whispers when her underwear is finally removed. Her response is muffled, something about, "it ain't rape," but she rolls over compliantly anyway. He grabs a bath towel ("To keep me honest") and spreads it over her perfect back. But even from the back and even partially covered Jack is awed by her exquisite loveliness. "Jill you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, with or without clothes. God practiced for thousands of years to perfect His art to produce you. He did good! And I am so glad He didn't waste all of His talents on the outside, for your inner beauty far exceeds what the imperfect eye can see. I love you, Jill, and I will love you with all of my heart and I love you with all of my mind and I love you with all of my spirit and I will love you always, Jill. There has been none like you. You are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Jill. I kneel down and worship this shrine, Jill." After pausing, he applies lotion, warmed in his pocket, to his hands and spreads it generously and sensuously on her legs and arms. A gasp of pleasure escapes Jill's lips. "You must lie here and relax and release your cares to my hands. I will be gentle. I will be caring. My love for you would allow nothing else." Beginning at her toes Jack gentle rubs in the oil and kneads the aches and cares away. He massages towards her ankles to assist the blood flow in her toes. Each toe in turn gets the same treatment as he lusciously pauses and strokes between them. He fleeting kisses each as he progresses. Completing her toes he begins to work on her feet. Jack knew that the Achilles tendon had a genitals-connection so his stroking steadily leads to that area after he had explored the rest of her lovely and delicate foot. His slow and steady sensual touch advances to her ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf. A slight tremor passes over her, but his hands do not stray from their amorous and pleasant task. Gently they follow the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her lovely knee. The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and charmed Jack, but until now he had not known the real passion associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory. The smoothness beneath his touch is awe-inspiring and sends tremors up and down his own spine. "Hold on, Jack, this delicate journey has just begun," he says to himself. Jack quietly shifts his attentions from Jill's lovely legs to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close. He begins with a gentle upwards massaging of her fingers. They are delicately formed and only slightly roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor. Jill takes very good care of herself and it shows. Her elegant beauty is flawless. Jill is striking. No other words would do her rare beauty justice. She is magnificent. Jack smears more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring hands. Delicately he follows the fingers around, one by one, pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His tongue flicks out to gently caress the soft membrane of skin between each. Then he continues his kneading on the palms. He strives to erase the cares and anguishes of the hardness of life with more ointment. His heart is in it. The care he feels flows more freely than the oil. Jack is sure that Jill has fallen asleep. Not a sound is heard, except her deep, even breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carries a truly joyous smile into her dreams. Trust and, maybe, love have found an outlet. No matter how deep the sleep, Jack's labor-of-love is not consummated. His hands continue their explore, but it is clear that they are no longer under Jack's control as they lusciously travel the full range of her exquisitely chiseled arm. At Jill's shoulder they rest. Slowly and determinedly they slide the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful shoulder is exposed. Gently he traces each contour from her shoulders to her Kama neck. His warm hands tenderly pressure the deep muscles on her back, kneading them towards her neck to strengthen her circulation. When the massage regains her neck it acts like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Jill awakes. A groan of passion is heard. Jack pauses. She is quiet again. Slowly Jack starts again, this time progressing up Jill's neck. He parts her short, but beautiful and delicately soft tresses, pausing to give, with love, a heart-kiss. Continuing, he finds her ear and traces it around and around, swirling into oblivion. With an oh-so gentle touch, he persists in his quest and touches the face of pure beauty. Her delicately formed cheeks and nose are traced with great care. He lingers under her nose and follows her lovely, full lips, so ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him. As his fingers pass her lips close to a rosebud to exchange a kiss of love, and open to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new sensation. With regret Jack leaves the luscious lips, so like lusty blood-swollen Mons of Venus, and continues his quest. His fingers with sincere caring and passion graze the slight, almost sensual, scar on her cheek. Renewing his travels Jack reaches her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears. A drop is rushed away by gravity. Jack bends to erase another with his lips, and his own hot tears mix passionately with her's. Not a word is spoken. The exchange of an immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart-felt thanks from the other, stem the flow. Her eyes, more capable of giving of love than receiving it, close to allow his delicate touch to pass. Jack's trembling hands extend up Jill's forehead and his fingers wind amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down to her shoulders and beyond. Ardently they search beneath the towel to relieve the tense knots settled there. He anoints his hands and applies pressure with ecstatic glee. Discreetly he eases the towel to waist level to reveal a flawlessly pure, snow-white back demarcated by perfect tan lines. He follows the lines and moves in to the "snow field" with sensitive strokes. The passion in his touch is clearly evident as he manipulates her precious skin. Jack's efforts gain in strength. His fingers spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel barrier again and again. His intensity diminishes somewhat when the barrier is knocked askew and his warm hands find the graceful curving lines of Freyja's treasure, soft, yet sensually firm, mounds of exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced. Jack flirts with each one. "Surely these are Godly creations. How could anyone view such luscious mounds as anything but unabashed beauty. I kiss each with my heart and mind. I worship at the shrine of pure beauty. I am yours, Jill. Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of Magnificent and Perfect Beauty. I am eternally grateful for this moment. No other could feel such love as I do at this moment. I share this moment only with you, Jill, and God. It is good. It is right." He continues to fondle her ripe buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each. With one last regretting squeeze, he replaces the towel again between shoulder and knee. "Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful." Slowly she rolls over as Jack holds the modesty drape from slipping. He gazes into Jill's eyes, longingly and fervently desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple body close to his. Instead he gently leans down and caressingly kisses the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many. Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he renews his gentle massaging. His eyes never leave hers. Softly and slowly his caressing touch steals to her heels and ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling on her unblemished knees. Then they trace their way back down, again ending at her charming toes. Cautiously, they follow their trail back up again, ending, daringly, on Jill's enchanting Astarte thigh. Like a passionate dog Jack's fingers whiff, exploring the delicate flesh, occasionally digging into the muscles to sooth their tension, occasionally just flirting with the sensitive skin, just sniffing and exploring. All the time the towel remains virtuously in place. At some unseen clue he, as before, passes attention from Jill's lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to embrace the passion she feels, but not wishing to break the magic spell. In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jack's fingers trace the faintly outlined veins, surging with pent up desire, from her delicate finger tips, across her enchanting hands, up the sensuous arms, so capable of lusty embrace in the throes of ecstacy, to the softly curving shoulders begging to have resting on them a head, spent with Love's longings. Like a seized person his fingers relentlessly pursue their journey from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several times. Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome. Jill's breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier and with more effort as the feeling of pure passion invades her very being. The mortal hands of Jack, now firmly in the control of a higher spirit, struggle to gain control of the lust welling within, venture slightly under the shade of modesty to caress the tender, warm flesh of temptation. Like children exploring beneath a sheet they blindly and hesitantly creep hither and yon seeking new avenues. Clearly they hunger. The deep muscle massage is forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly. Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by Jill, probably caused by being too long in one position, mates the gentle butterfly with the charms of Aphrodite, the crown of beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood. With renewed confidence Jack's soft finger tips cautiously trace the edge of each lovely breast, around and around, endlessly. Then with great care they creep slowly up the steep slope towards the summit. With barely perceptible touch the blind fingers alight near the areola. An imperceptible take in Jill's breath is timed exactly with the moment. No other sign is given. Jill's nipples strain to reach out to Jack's charmed and smitten touch. His fingers ever so gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic buds. At the moment of touch sparks of emotion fly between Jack and Jill, their passionate gaze never having wavered. No moment was ever quite like this for Jack. The urge to kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much. To counteract his unbearable craving he lowers his eyes and buries his face in the towel at Jill's breast. Jack's hot, burning tears of passion were rapacious soaked up by the towel, never giving them a chance to caress the breasts which had so charmed him. Jill's soft and delicate arms enfolded the stricken Jack. His arms reaching around to embrace Jill's beautiful body. For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of the love two mortals could possibly engender. Then, in an instant Jack rolls off the bed tearing the towel with him, revealing Jill in all of her wondrous beauty. Her firm delicate breasts inviting the cupped hands of Jack to cradle them. He encircles them, his thumb and forefinger gently grasping the erect and awaiting nipples. Her hands quickly fling Jack's clothes to the far winds exposing Jack and his upright instrument. His warm lips follow the lead of his hands. He kneels before Jill and lets his soft warm hands creep down to the creams soft fur of Eros' triangle and the enveloping folds around the grotto of Amour. He gently caresses the delicate pink-white flesh surrounding this heaven-on-earth with his fingers, then, with the ethereal touch of his hot damp tongue. Jack approaches the source of heaven, Love's sacred sanctuary. He flirts with the holy grail, skirting its ripe lips in search of her holy scepter. The delight of the search is exhilarating. There it is! He finds the verge of Femininity, Femininity incarnate in this magnificent and flawless body of Jill. The shock of first contact shoots electricity through his hand, Jill stiffens in rapture. A virtually inaudible groan of delight simultaneously spills from her lips. His touch pauses, then passes, gently caressing this enchanted tip. As he cuddles and embraces its firm outline a steady delirious wail is heard. Without missing a single fond stroke, he slips his idle fingers down lower to the chalice he craves to sip. Jack's sensitive fingers probe for more, deeper and deeper, but they can only proceed so far before his contact with Jill's hungering clitoris might be lost. But proceed they must. In they slide delighting in their surroundings, the silky and pliable grotto made slippery and slidey by a delicious mixture of oozing secretions longing to be tasted. The gems at the end of this exquisite tunnel could never be surpassed by the path itself. But the long search for the Love-prize, the mother-lode, is about to end with fulfillment. As he leans down, she cried, "Enough", but Jack would not hear of it, as his gentle tongue finds her clitoris. Shock-waves of passion boil up in her. It is too much. She gently holds his head in her hands and lies back to enjoy it. She had always thought that a man's tongue was rough, like her own, but this didn't feel that way. Jack was exceeding gentle. A few soft flutters on her clitoris rose Jill's lovely, smooth, curved buttocks off the bed in pure ecstasy. He descends and sends his tongue deep into her vagina, that hauntingly delicious, warm moist cavern of sensuousness. A few long, slow and deep flicks fire Jill to fever pitch, then he shifts back to her lovely little pink clitoris, inflamed with passion. In between he wonders all around her pubic area, pausing here and there to devote particular attention. The feelings being generated inside Jill are unmistakable and uncontrollable and delicious. He stops. He raises his head and looks longingly inter her eyes. Then he leans over grasping both lovely breasts in his warm hands, cupping each gentle, and kisses each risen nipple. Opening his mouth they exchange erotic acts, he being the orifice and she being the erect tool. Rising, he whispers, "One more thing, before I enter heaven." Quietly, she whispers back, "I want him now, Jack. I want you inside of me now." He turns and sits cross-legged before her, soaking up the exquisite beauty lying before him. "Not quite yet, please." "As I said before, on a lesser occasion, 'The Creator made an appalling mistake when He disallowed us to make wonderful, passionate love remotely so we could see our beauty, the beauty of the human body, the beauty of this act.'" He raises her so she is sitting in front of him. As he reaches out to gently cup her luscious, perfectly-formed breasts in his warm hands, Jill extends her hand and caresses his. A slow, fervent kiss exchanges lips several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explore, as their hands softly and hesitantly meander among the newly found hills and valleys of each other. Their nipples are rigid, her's being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Jack. He pauses a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Their fingers continue to enjoy their romped in paradise, as children at play. One of his hands creeps up to stroke Jill's short, soft hair and falls lovingly to gently caress the back of her neck and ears. Soon one abandons its quest and steals lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inches to her pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still dripping wet with his saliva and her warm, luscious and sweet vaginal fluids. He gently traces the contours of her pubic mound and tangles his fingers lovingly in her hair. He tenderly frolics over the mons and cautiously ventures further. Her hands were far from idle as she caresses his chest and arms and follows the soft fur down towards the nether regions. As she reaches the mound of soft hair surrounding his stalk, it responds with a start. The quivering rod stands proudly and majestically upright in the forest for Jill to see and hold. Again he finds her clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower, seat of driving passion. But not until after he had deliciously sought, and found, the hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. With exquisite care and tenderness he surrounds her exquisitely sensitive flower and caresses every crevice and tip. Jill gives a reflex intake as he reaches the tip. Her moans are equalled only by his. Jack dallies with trembling hand as shivers of passion wave through Jill's graceful body. Together they lavish joyful touch upon tender touch on each other as they share this exquisitely lovely and passionate moment. As their soft and gentle frolicking continues their breathing meshes into one. Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time do their eyes wander from each other, being constantly focused on their finger's meandering, awed by the innocent and sweet "children" at play in their enchanted meadow. As one they look at each other as if to verify that their time is now. The electricity of the moment is awesome. Slowly Jack lowers Jill down to the bed again. Against her protests he also lowers himself so that once again his mouth covers her mons. With exquisite gentleness he resumes his attention on her seat of joy. As her fluids flow freely, once again he finds her and as he slowly and tenderly sucks her clitoris her orgasm bursts forth with a resounding cry of ecstacy. After many, many moments her seemingly anguished cries end in a bubbling, guttural moan of unadulterated lust. Eventually, she begins shaking her head and rolling about. "Jack, I wanted you inside of me. It was so good, but I wanted you there, too." Jack pauses, keeping his whole hand gently on her mons. Then he slowly resumes his probing for her apex. With a groan of remorse she tries to reach for his hand, to stave off the attack. But just as she grabs it the groan tails off into a moan of delight as he again finds the clitoris. The joy-bud bursts into life as he gently contacts the tip; the blood coursing through her veins towards this seat of exquisite pleasure. "Oh, my God, that feels good, but I want you to stop, Jack. No, no! Don't stop. Don't stop." He returns quickly to the hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. Her fluids perfect to moisten and lubricate his touch. Another orgasmic wave surrounds her. As it passes, a grand sign of relief escaped Jill's lips. "God, that was good." But before she can say more, Jack slips down and buries his nose into Jill's moist, warm crotch. "No, come up here," she murmurs, trying to pull him back. But he is not to be dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue aspires the bloom of release again. Her admonishments to join her are abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settles once again on her clitoris. As he delicately dances around the passion stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then retreating, Jill's passion steadily boils inside of her. She gropes down to find Jack's exposed and erect penis, but it is too far away. "Let me have you too, please." She cries, as another flood of love-juice flushes and precedes another orgasm, an intense and magnificent climax. Exhausted, she lies panting as he snuggles up to her, still carrying the heavenly odor of love with him. She cringes as he kisses her. "Jill, anything of yours is honey to my lips. Please share with me in this delightfully wonderful feast?" With a warm smile she flings her arms about him, pulling him to her bare breasts in a warm passionate kiss. "Of course, you can. Let me taste it, too." He leans down and kissed her tenderly. As the kiss lingers, Jack gently caresses her lips with his tongue until she parts them. He explores everywhere, beginning with her teeth and continuing to the depths of her sensuous mouth. It is done in such a gentle way that it does not feel like an invasion. As Jack's tongue satiates its wanderlust, his hands continue delicately stroking her breasts. Then they wandered to her buttocks, pulling her towards him and his awaiting erection. Jill parts her legs slightly and pulls him even closer. He reaches down to insert his erect penis into her awaiting vagina, but at that moment Jill restrains him, saying, "I want to say good bye to him." Her hands survey all of his shaft and the bubbling sack of life dangling beneath. "Good bye. God speed." With help from Jill, Jack's penis enters the glory cave. With nearly imperceptible movement they begin the dance of love that could only end their delight. Then, when with obvious reluctance the turgid penis, the majestic staff of life, emerges from its friendly and comfortable home, Jill struggles and cries out, "Put him back, please come back in. Fill me up." She slowly and lovingly wraps her perfect legs around Jack's loins to enhance the union. His penis reacts with joy when he feels the encouragement. And, after only a short moment, the penis Jill so dearly seeks disappears again with relish into the inner reaches of pleasure. Again he comes forth and reenters. Each removal, sheer agony; each return, utter elation. After a few well-controlled thrusts Jack enters for good the sacred Grotto of Love. While he tenderly, but dogged, strokes, in deeper, out reluctantly, Jill tightens and relaxes her grip on his pelvis with her legs. Breathlessly, Jill exclaims, "Welcome home, my friend. Come inside and enjoy the comforts of home. You are always welcome." Then in holy silence they continue their dance of praise to the heavens for the wonderful gift of love. No two could have been closer to the heavenly kingdom than they. And it was good! "Deeper, Jack, deeper. I want more in me. Fill me with your whole self, Jack." But Jack was as deep as he was capable of going. Jill's lovely legs guide Jack's active loins to ensure his continuance. With cautious insistence she hurries Jack along his well laid path. As the determined rhythms of their rocking pelvises gradually increase in intensity, their breathing takes on a certain urgency. With the heavy breathing their pelvic driving follow suit. The fluid noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak and their passionate breathing are the only sounds. As his exertion approaches near agony the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. Jill attempts to control the fantastic thrusts of Jack, just to make them linger, but to no avail. "Ohhhh.... Ohhh... Ohh," he grunts as he hurriedly gushes his juices into her unready cunt. A shrill wail bubbles from her lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished! Bring it back." Still in the throws of her rising passion, she again moans, "Oh, God, oh, God. Don't stop now, Jack. Please don't stop now." She desperately clings to Jack trying to keep him from losing what he has already lost. "Oh, fuck, me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpers. With all of the energy he can muster, Jack tries to continue, but the effort is not adequate. With a look of agony and almost hate, she takes her arms from around Jack and ran them down until they were by her hips. Practically throwing him off of her she forces her hands between them to her hungering genitals. With practiced strokes she continues what Jack could not. Then she cries amid the wild bucking of her hips, even with Jack's weight full on her, "Oh, God, I think I'm coming." Furiously she begs Jack, "Oh, please don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me, please fuck me." But he is finished. She screams as she draws closer to her blissful pinnacle as she continuing to thrust on him and herself. "AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH GOD!, OH YES!, AH, AH, AH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Again she screams as her love box spasmed around his softening penis and her juices flowed, "OH OOOhhhh...I'm cumming. I'mmmmm cummmiinnnggggg. Ummm. Ummm. Ummm. UUUmmmmmm." Finally, she lies spent. "Damn. I am sorry you couldn't have waited. It felt so good this time." Jack was besides himself, "I'm so very sorry, Jill. I wanted so much to give you this. I guess I am just not capable." "Oh, I'm sorry," she repeats. "No, I am the one who has failed you. But never again." Jill was still overcome by her exertions and emotions and had not noticed that they now have an audience. She yells in dismay as she finally focuses on the four handsome young men, sitting enraptured around the bed. Spontaneously the begin to clap and cheer. It must have been that impulsive action that somehow prevented Jill from dashing out of the room. (As a matter of fact, later they all discussed this moment at length, and were all amazed at the feelings each held.) It was Alan who came over to Jill first. "Jill, you are a true beauty. When I saw you in your wedding dress I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Then when we peaked in and saw you with no clothes I was even more sure. Now that I see you immediately following your orgasm I am positive." Jill could see the passion in his eyes, but she could not help but be also drawn to something else. Proceeding Alan is the most magnificent penis she had ever seen, be it on a person or in pictures. It is beautiful. Standing out as long as her forearm, this throbbing manhood points right at her, just aching to be taken. The breadth brought Jill upright in bed. It was as big around as her wrist. She lovingly stared at it, intending just to look at it closely, but no more. She gasped in disbelief. She could not take her eyes off of it. "Please take it, Jill. He has been waiting for this moment." Finally, her desire to touch it overcame her. Slowly she reaches out, wanting to touch it, yet being afraid. First, just her finger tips touches the shrouded tip. Then cautiously she traces her fingers around and down the stupendous shaft. It rises and falls rhythmically with Alan's breathing as he remains standing before Jill, expectantly. Warily she moves her fingers around the rigid post trying to hold it steady in her hand. Not only could she not get her hand around the monster, but even with both hands she could not hold its regular pulses. Her sharp intake of breathe brought with it, "Magnificent!" For many moments Jill explores in wonder the marvelous tool of love. She allows her hand to gently caress the astounding rod. As she eases her hands around his penis, Alan, leans over and gently begins fondling her ripe breasts. Jill feels giddy with power. But she also feels giddy with lust. Although just minutes before she had had a good orgasm that is forgotten now. She wants this massive staff in her, all the way inside of her, but she feels compelled to dally a moment or two. His foreskin, lies in a thick, heavy envelop surrounding the neck of his prick. Jill's soft fingers move the soft fold of wrinkled skin up to almost cover the glans, them back slowly over the neck of his cock until the head is uncovered and throbbing in her hands. Each time she covers and uncovers this lusty cock with his foreskin, it jerks in excitement. Already she is causing the single-eyed monster to tear. Gently she spreads the sticky moistness around with her finger tip, trembling all of the time. Softly running her hands over the massive organ, Jill weighs and marvels at the weight, hefting the hairy testicles hanging with bunched, wrinkled skin below the hard shaft, slowly moving her fingers between testicles to glans, tracing the blue veins swelling and pulsing under the skin. Finally, she was brought back to reality by a soft groan from Alan's lips and his gentle hand on her's. Alan climbs on the bed, swinging his ever-imposing manhood with him. She leans back seductively bringing her lovely legs up to her chest, opening herself for the mad stampede of the raging bull. He kneels down between her lovely limbs and grabs his struggling stallion-cock in an effort to corral it. "Now, Alan!" And she spreads her gorgeous legs to encircle his strong back. As she reaches down to help him control the enormous penis, he whispers, "You don't need to. We will find the way. How could we not?" Gradually this organ of giant proportions lowers to the duty at hand. As if guided by a supernatural power, it gently rolls around the furry mound. After what seemed to be an eternity, the magnificent organ senses her warm hearth beckoning. It pauses, like taking a deep breath, just above the vaginal opening. But before dropping down, it seems to reach out and touch her clitoris. A quick peck, like on the lips, and a return engagement brings shudders of passion to Jill as she cries, "Now, come in, now, Alan." And then, as if embarrassed, she whispers, "Fuck me, you big horse!" One last drawn out buss on the glowing clit by the gentle monster is the farewell. Slowly he traces the smooth path down to the warm embrace of the labial lips, now parted and awaiting. "Come in, my friend," they seem to say in delicious anticipation of the impending union. A gentle prodding by Alan starts the long trip home. The lips separated, gently caressing the splendid penis as it enters. They stroke the silky, swelling, pulsing shaft as a steady, urgent, but gentle, pressure lodges the giant. His rock-hard cock, snared by her involuntarily tight vagina, sends bolts of electricity shooting through her. This is it. Jill moans loudly and thrusts her hips towards this dauntless scepter to hasten his entrance. Alan knows instinctively the time had come for some serious work. He pulls back and rotates his hips so that his penis kind of slithers around her labia. Her juices have virtually flowed continuously since her orgasms with Jack minutes before. She is thankful for that, as this is the perfect opportunity to lubricate his glans for the mad charge ahead. Again Alan places his rigid cock's head on the juicy opening. He continues thrusting, now enthusiastically joined by Jill, gradually forcing the tip of his head to disappear inside her. Jill feels a momentary twinge, but that is more than offset by a marvelously full feeling. "A real man, at last, a real man," she thought. Alan continues to move slowly and hesitatingly. Jill moves with him. He is firmly entrenched, but it is going to take some effort to proceed further. She has serious doubts how long he is going to last. Although she had already cummed she is more than ready for more. His moans become more pronounced as the determined humping of his haunches increases in intensity. Still no progress, but the stimulation she receives leads her towards another quick climax anyway. She awaits for the onslaught. His pelvic stabs had begun as strokes, maybe, a few inches long, but as he appears to gather courage and confidence they grow longer and slower. Slowly she feels his magnificent dick creep in deeper by a fraction of an inch. Then more. Jill reaches up, grasping him around the neck. It seems she is kind of stuck on his penis. She tries to extract Alan's cock on its up stroke so he would have more momentum on the down. To no avail, she is stuck and just rides with him as he moves. The frustration at only being able to invade a few inches sends the Alan into a frenzy. His still pulsing penis is poised to fully penetrate Jill's awaiting body. His horse-stabs grow longer. Then a wondrous thing happens. He moves in her again. His savage pelvic churnings definitely are bearing fruit. As they pour their whole beings into each monstrous stab, Jill slowly, juicily and with obvious relish to those enraptured by the "show," absorb more and more of the incredible staff. His urgent plunges, which had met her involuntary resistance, were winning. Mentally, she tries to open as wide as possible. She wants his whole being inside. The resistance lessens. It is the final desperate lunge at the end of a superb foot-inch stroke that did the trick. They both emit muffled cries when his immense penis finally thrusts home. They freeze. Already he had penetrated deeper inside of her than she had ever felt before and he still has his hand full around his dick. Never had she felt so full of a man. But he keeps pumping and driving deeper. Her lubrication continues to flow liberally, thanks to Mother Nature, and his immense cock is the recipient of all of it. The feeling is not like she is splitting open, it is more just a constant, fierce, sensual pressure on her body that sends waves of pleasure up and down her spine. She does not want to succumb too soon as there was infinite pleasure and joy in his actions. The ceaseless friction created by his monstrous pelvic thrusts issues shivers of joy throughout her body. She reaches her arms around him even more. At last he finally releases his Leviathan cock to its own custody and reaches around her hips and down to her bottom. With a firm grip on her ass and with a fierceness and intensity that is almost frightening, pulls her to him. He seems just too big. With an audible sharp intake of breath when his gigantic penis contacts her cervix he withdraws his mammoth shillelagh a few inches and stops. At the same instant she wraps her legs around his loins. It is not clear if it is more to try to gain control of the situation or to spur him to finish the task he had started. Jill feels her breath quicken in time to his heaving as his stallion-prick swells in anticipation of his looming climax. She tightens her grip on his torso with her legs now, more to curb his wildly driving body than to assist his invasion. He withdraws his elephantine cock until it nearly escapes her vagina, pauses imperceptibly on the brink, so to speak, and then fiercely drives that stupendous, rock-hard pole deep, deep into her body. Each stroke sends exquisite tingling sensations coursing through her ripe body as her lust-bloated vaginal lining is impudently propelled aside by that magnificent monster. Then he crashes to a stop with an animal grunt and a sharp cry from Jill. Frantically, he begins to withdraw again, and then plunge right back with more fervor. Over and over. With each stroke his heavy testicles bounce against her. It seemed that with every stroke his penis seems to swell slightly. Then without warning he stopped at full penetration and seems to go into spasms. Jill just has time to catch her breath when Alan begins again. This time she doesn't have to ride along. The applause of the observers is totally lost on the absorbed pair. His flailing thrusts are rewarded with the delicious, lubricated sliding of his gorgeous vein-studded, flaming penis in Jill's creamy pink vagina. Giving a cry of pleasure, Alan redoubles his efforts. As the fantastic, scintillating penis slips deeper into her, she arches her back and groans, "My God!" Over and over he drives his glorious penis even deeper with each stroke. They grunt in unison with the strokes. When he can no longer hold back he cries, "We have arrived, Jill. Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium with me." And they both shake in ecstacy and climax together. With a huge flash, the world explodes. With one magnificent plunge Alan cums with a heart-wrenching shriek. Jill's response is not muffled either. As he struggles to unload his wad into her, her whole body stiffens and once again glories in a stupendous spasmodic orgasm. His testicles boil up and erupt their contents inside of her until she can practically taste it. She never had a chance to wonder where it all came from, and surely didn't care. All Jill knows is that his hot sticky semen continued to spew and spurt inside of her for what seemed like eternity. As the final drops are squeezed out by Jill's passionately contracting vagina, Alan gives up trying to hold himself off and collapses on her. At that instant he fills her, one might say, "to the hilt." Alan and Jill might have lain there for hours, except that a soft voice whispered in Jill's ear, "That was very nice, Jill. I have something I would like to share with you, too. May I?" With a smile Alan looked at Jill and said, "I sure don't want to leave my 'home' here, but I really do think Gene will make it worth YOUR while." And he slowly withdraws his now spent and withered penis and rolls off. "Gene, she is some lady. Treat her gently and she will respond like a finely tuned harp." "I noticed," he says, as he lies down next to the still heaving Jill. His first touch, to her still erect nipple, sends a shock wave through her body. "Gene, I don't know if I can take anymore." "Don't worry, I'm tiny compared to Alan's. All you need do is lie there and relax." "How can I relax with you guys sitting out there watching me?" "Now admit it, Jill, you didn't know we were there when you were fooling around with Jack and you certainly didn't notice when Alan was pumping away, did you?" "Well, I guess not, but I know now." "Give me a couple of minutes and you won't," he grins, as he reaches around Jill and pulled her to him. Her eyes are still open when he kisses her. She struggles for a brief moment, but soon moaning, she resigns herself, closes her eyes and kisses Gene back, hard. Gene is quite naked, of course. Although his rod keeps him from full-body contact he, nonetheless tries. Again, he plants a moist kiss full on Jill's luscious lips forcing open her faintly resisting mouth with his tongue. Just as his one-minded penis would soon search endlessly her warm cavern of love, his tongue searches her yearning mouth to be more a part of her, striving to be one. Gene's hands are everywhere on Jill, fondling her firm passionate bottom, pulling it close to him determinedly telling her he is not going to allow her to dictate the pace of this encounter. His free hand finds her lovely firm breasts stroking and caressing them as if each housed her very soul. Her breath comes in gasps now, but he is not through. His fiercely throbbing penis attests to that. "Jill, I want you now. I will have you. I will get inside of you, fill you with myself, sow my very being in you, make you climb the wall and beg for more." He slowly moves his hand, which had been gently fondling her breasts throughout this conversation. He reaches out and once again clasps her delicious, sweet smelling breasts. He bends down to caress each firmly erect nipple in his warm unyielding mouth. Trailing moist warm saliva from her breasts he goes down until he fastened his eager mouth to her loins. He hungrily finds her rigid, sensitive clitoris and traces it around with his hot tongue, slowly at first then more resolutely until he slowly arrives at the exquisite tip, relishing in her squirming and gasping. She tries to break away, to pull him up, to consummate the passionate beast being created; but he does not comply. "Not yet, my Luscious. You shall not feel me in you until I am ready." "God, Gene, I can't stand it any more. I am cumming my life away and your don't care. I need your cock in me now before I am used up. I'm cumming now. Please, Gene. My God, have mercy on me. Fuck me now! Fill my cunt with your cock and fire your load in me." But Gene's only response is to follow the tender folds from her exquisite clit to the openly inviting, freely flowing vagina awaiting the explore of an expert. His tongue seeks . . . and found the hungering grotto . . . and entered. Although his tongue does not venture far enough to satisfy either of the two quaking lovers it still traces every lovely sensual and scented lip and fissure. Jill's hips are madly and uncontrollably bucking trying to lodge Gene's tongue deeper and deeper into her. Jill was mumbling incoherently words like, "Gene, I want you in me" and "Gene, fuck the life out of me" and "Gene, I need it, I must have it now" He stops and lays her back. Her love-convulsions continue for a few seconds as if he was already firmly inside. Her legs are all askew, arms grasping at air, hips pumping furiously. As she writhes in passion he looks down and smiles. He slowly takes his pulsating penis, even as it is growing with renewed vigor to a bloated size and shape that amazes even him. Her eyes open and see him, in a blur. "God, Gene, cum into me, NOW! I cannot continue any more. I am through." Gene responds with both words and action. The words were, "Jill, you have not even begun. This orgasm will blow your mind . . . and mine. We shall see heaven in just a few moments now." After feasting his eyes a moment longer on Jill, the action is to gently kneel between her sensuously shapely, out-flung legs. Still holding his magnificent penis he lowers himself over her. Only then does he relinquish his hold on his staff allowing her to desperately try to stuff him into the open door of God's heavenly garden. A myriad of erotic scents are already wafting up to embrace them. Gene sweetly embraces her once again, leading it with a delicate kiss that would have been the envy of even Venus. Jill, in desperation, savagely strives to engage his glorious manhood. As if a beast in heat, her groaning and grunting reaches a feverish level. Although she obviously relished being under Gene's weight and kisses, her intense desire to consummate the embrace nearly heaves Gene off. "Hold on, Dear Jill. Together we can master this monster we have created. Hold still, my Sensual Passion Flower, and I shall endeavor to find our timid playmate a friend in which to play." He reaches down, much too slowly for Jill as shown by her obvious impatience. Even as she is attempting to enclose his loins with her elegant sensual legs Gene's sensitive hands were meandering down the length of her body, slowing to enjoy the nooks and crannies along the way. Jill's body hums like a violin string reaching a crescendo as his hands finally reaches her desperate hips. He purposely ignores her flailing hands and grabs the subject of interest. Fumbling together, they both succeed in guiding the magnificent rod of steel to a point immediately above her hot cunt. But as if it had a mind of its own, that magnificent cock pauses and plants what could only be construed as an exquisitely delicate, albeit slobbery, kiss on her clitoris. He is then whisked away, down to the awaiting crevasse. The gigantic, sweating, spongy head preceding the steel-like shaft throbbing in rhythm to the swaying of her hips. On one particularly desperate stroke Gene moves quickly and the head lodges. At that instant Jill gives a despondent cry and collapses in an all-enveloping orgasm. Tears flow like a river as she clutches Gene with her beautiful arms and legs. "Forgive me, Gene, I could not wait for you any longer. I am only human and this is beyond me." Gene, whispers, "Peace, Jill, the best is yet to come (no pun intended). Don't give up." With that he eases his immense penis even further into her. The way is so slippery with both her cum and Alan's that this pulsating beast enters with ease. Slowly and earnestly he slides further in. Jill's racked body just lies exhausted, seemingly impervious to the exquisite sensation - a masterful and sensitive shaft delicate threading and caressing its way through a chamber made only in heaven and only for this staff of life. Although the pinnacle of her orgasm has not passed a whole new mountain miraculously appears before her. Her eyes open in amazement. A fleeting look of sheer terror passes her unseeing eyes as they look off into space. "Gene, don't leave me. Don't let me face this alone. Help me, show me. No, take me with you." "Dear Jill, where I go, you must go also. We take this trip together. Hold tight as it is beyond even my ken. But this path before us was not of my doing, or wholly yours, it is OUR PATH. We shall take it together. Hold me, Jill. Just as you give yourself to me I return my whole self to you. It shall be this way forever." At these words he releases his whole weight onto Jill and his penis slides fully into her. His swelling testicles lie against her perineum, rising and falling in their own unique way, but surging and expanding more with each wave. They both lie there together basking in the warmth exuded by both of their genitals. They both gaze deeply into each other's eyes, savoring the moment like it would never return. Then, as if a command was given by the Director on high, the exquisite Dance of Love begins. Gene slowly withdraws his beautiful penis until it just rests at the edges of her labia. "Once for you, Wonderful Jill," he says as he slowly and libidinously slithers it back home. A smile escapes her gasping lips as she whispers at his fullest extraction, "And once for you, Wonderful Gene." Slowly and laboriously he pulls back, and joyously reentered. No further words are spoken as his hot firm root seeks her mons. At that very instant he kisses her lips with a passion she had never believed possible, nor imagined, but desired. The mumbles of amazement are lost as she returns in kind. The gentle stroking of her vaginal walls by his rigid, yet yielding, penis, is driven effortlessly by perfectly matched motions of their hips. For many minutes this perfect dance persists with no break except an occasional circular motion of first Gene's hips and then her's, and the gentle clutching of her flawless legs around Gene's strong and muscular back. Probably without her knowledge, her hands gently meander around his back, then down to his chest and up around his face and through his hair and around his ears. Then they continue down his lean body to his rhythmically pumping hips. They sneakily disappear beneath him carefully searching for another "view" of his organ. On an up-stroke she reaches in to clasp its girth as if in disbelief. Imperceptibly, their motions become stronger and more intense. No sounds, save an occasional grasping of breath, escape either of their lips. The sympathetic stroking of their hips gradually gain speed and fervor. Their clenching, more frequent. The energy increases. The previous appearance of an inexhaustible pace gives way to a more strenuous and strident tempo. Soon their ardor becomes too much for even them. They disjoin their kiss to "lie back" in awe at what God hath wrought. They gaze into each other's eyes as their bodies pump incessantly, almost ferociously. Gene cradles Jill's head in his hands to try to temper the emotions, but all it does is allow each to share more contact with the other. Jill gasps, "Gene, where will this lead? I am still in a previous orgasm, yet I feel something unearthly building. Is this right? Can I actually take it without dying?" "I don't know, Jill, but we shall go together in an exquisite flash of fire if we must." Their loins increases their cadence. His magnificent cock, fueled by his heart's blood, now streaming with luscious fluids, pierces and withdraws the hot, dark channel leading straight to her very soul. With each stroke his manhood grows, his balls swell, his penetration deeper. The walls of her vagina contract and release exactly in time with his fierce rushes. It seems as if all delicateness had fled. The beating of her hips becomes savage. Harsh, guttural cries billow up from her very soul as the passion and intensity reach the ultimate peak. Not for several minutes were the innocent bystanders, enthralled in the wonderful spectacle, aware that the display of orgasmic emotions was one-sided. It was not even clear that Jill truly realized that Gene was pausing only to allow her to "do her thing." The patience of Nevil and Max, up until this moment, anxiously awaiting their turn at strumming the lovely strings, nearly burst forth, but before they could "jump in" they hear Gene quietly say to Jill, "Don't come back down the mountain too far, Beautiful One, because I am going to send you back up, . . . even higher." Jill, not truly understanding what he means, simply smiles and reaches up to kiss this delightful person. "Thanks, that was truly marvelous." Her "thank you" kiss is return with one filled to the brim with pent-up passion. It is like a volcano on the brink of erupting. She seems to begin to realize what is happening and fearful of her ability to cope once again twists under Gene's weight. The hesitation is there, but her reactions are either too slow or repressed or just inadequate, as Gene again forces his lips upon her's. His hands slips down to her buttocks and grasps them in his brawny grip. As he slowly pulls away his hands hold her hips motionless. She feels his still fully erect penis slowly withdrawing amid delightfully suggestive sucking, slurpy and slippery sounds. Apparently her concern about whether she can sustain another unearthly orgasm like the last is forgotten. She moves quickly in what she intends to be an effort to encourage him in his manly endeavors, but Gene, suffering under the delusion that she is still trying to reject him, grasps her buttocks even harder in his iron grip and forces them toward his loins. His rigid and well-lubed, stanchion surges towards the hot depths of her vagina. It seems to wish to find her cervix, to search the uterine interior, therein, for refuge. A brief shock, more delight, than pain, causes Jill to wince and twist away from his passionate kiss. He appears to be in a frenzy. As his hips steadily beat a rhythm on her tense abdomen her mons cushions his mad rushes into her. His head sinks down to her neck and he erotically nibbles at it. A brief spasm of pain causes another cry, but that only intensifies his antics. He is like a beast possessed. He continues his lewd pounding at what he thought was an unwilling receptacle. Her every move, attempting to encourage him and display her approval is construed as attempted escape, but his loins will not allow that. He seems to be torn between outright lust and unadulterated tenderness as his tears flow over her luscious breasts. She can not get the words of reassurance out so high is her fervor. His animal antics intensify, presumably to end it as fast as possible, his only way out. His sobs fully in sync with his heaving bring tears to Jill's eyes, but they are tears of joy. When that simple fact finally winds its way through the intricate web of lust and passion in her, she finally is able to utter two well-chosen words: "Gene . . . More." As if a giant weight is lifted from Gene's muscular shoulders his head pops up to look at her . . . and his panicked animal humping stops in mid stroke. Jill is so close to the brink of another unspeakably fantastic climax that she can scarcely utter another word, yet, "Gene, fuck me," bubbles from her flawless lips. Gene, in absolute disbelief, opens his eyes wide, chokes back a last lingering sob and smiles, "Jill, wait for me this time, please?" But he needn't have waited for the answer, nor does he. Her reassuring kiss says all. That kiss, so deep, and tempestuous brings her again to the onrushing orgasm of a lifetime, the second within no more than half an hour. She is as ill-prepared this time as the last as the world as she knew it exploded in a blinding electrical flash. Then, almost instantly a feeling of perfect peace settles over her. As she floats freely in the space of her own mind-making she is only slightly aware that Gene is still struggling to complete his appointed task. With unembellished salacious lust his haunches continue their miraculous carnal thrusting into and out of her never-tiring vagina. With serene slowness Jill twines her lovely limbs around Gene attempting to quell his efforts, but it only succeeds in heightening his efforts. The exquisite abyss of her lingering orgasm only allows her to vaguely perceive Gene's struggle, but the feeling of fullness deep within her vagina lets her know that his struggle is not without jubilance. It is clear to her earth-bound body, far below, that Gene is approaching the same ultimate zenith. She takes her mind off of the peace and joy of her persisting passion long enough to sort of flick her hips during one of his endless down strokes. A gasp of pleasure from his lips is all the reward she needs. Jill, carefully, and in-time with his urgent pumping, slowly begins a rhythmic circular motion with her loins. The motions follow the ceaseless squeezings of her unseen vaginal muscles on Gene's full-to-bursting penis. Her vagina wants his load. It begs for his load. Gene seems in near panic, but her gentle caressing of his powerful back eases the feeling. It is only when she, once again, snaked her wonderfully sensuous hands down to his fantastic churning manhood, stroking it as it left the comfort of her warm and cozy vagina, that he cried, "It is upon me, I am joining you. Here I am, Jill." Jill gasps when she encounters his unmercifully distended balls. Then she feels the surge welling up in them and pass through his vas deferens, disappearing inside that wonderful tabernacle. Gene gives a long, drawn-out groan of vital lust, unbridled passion. And with the first hot impact of his cum striking her, Jill, from some unknown source, exclaims in an ear-piercing shriek, like a banshee before devouring a succulent victim. She enfolds Gene's taut body within her strong and shapely legs; and their genital's crush together in a climatic percussive reaction. For a brief instant all seemed motionless. Only they knew otherwise: Gene feeling the pent-up semen gush forth with previously unknown power and quantity and Jill feels the shock of his cached treasure as it spews out to satiate, to permeate each eagerly anticipating cranny and continue in an unabated torrent, the overflow streaming from her vagina to the bed, mixing with other fluids. On and on he erupts. His life forces seemingly without end rush headlong engulfing her in its warmth and caress. But these physical consequences of the passion are virtually lost as the emotional flood of ecstacy deluge their very souls. The endless cascade of pent-up passion, beyond verbal description, inundate both. And for the third time under Gene's exquisite ministerings, Jill succumbs to the delight of an unspeakable orgasm. It comes on her without warning, as she is still enjoying the after shocks of the previous climaxes, but this is different. All blacks out. All she can comprehend is the endless rushes of Gene's penis deep inside of her, squirting his aromatic semen again and again. With each ejaculation she feels his penis jerk, her vaginal walls contracting tightly around as if to extract every drop and she feels another load of cum stagger up his vas. Jill lay in blissful heaven as his load spews forth from her onto the sacred altar. The physical sensations are clear, the mental were truly beyond mortal words. It is not within Man's ken to actually see God, yet, as the electrical tingling consumes their earthly bodies they know that if they were only to open their eyes they would see All. As the waves of passion swiftly, joyously ravage them they look. Each sees the same thing, another Being, more beautiful than their imaginations would have allowed, another Being radiating holy light from luminous eyes - each other. So overwhelmed are they that for the several minutes or so that it takes Gene to complete his spontaneous, shivering ejaculations they both lay motionless. Motionless, save a slight quiver in Gene's haunches delivering each squirt. All else is silent, in respect, as the two lie savoring the moment, the Ultimate Moment. At long last Jill whispers, "If it could only be like this every time, wouldn't that be wonderful?" "It will be!" "It certainly will be, Jill, but there are several others here who seriously intend to challenge young Gene, here," says Nevil, as he cautiously approaches the still radiating lovers. At that Gene laughs. "We accept the challenge. We won't rest on our laurels, will we, Jill?" he says as he carefully rolled off the lovely, still breathing laboriously. "Yes, Gene, but another time, please, Nevil," replies Jill. "Wait a minute. It is not fair for you to quit now. I have a proposal that might interest you, Jill," Nevil argues, whispering the latter in her ear. As he lies down beside her in the warm spot vacated by Gene, he continues to whisper words of encouragement in her ear. "I know you have been through a lot, but you cannot refuse this. All you have to do is relax and let me do everything. "It has come to my attention that on rare occasions you look favorably on anal intercourse. No, no, don't say anything, Jill. You may decline later after I have had my say, if you like. Well, personally, it has never appealed to me, after all, God made the vagina to be fucked, right? "Anyway, I suppose the main reason why the thought would not appeal to most women is, . . . , well look, look at all of those guys out there with those big, monstrous pricks standing up and staring at you (well, at least some of them are standing up). Personally, I wouldn't like one of those things stuck up my ass. "Jill, I want you to look, no, just feel, what I have here. It may not be impressive, but there are several advantages: it is slim, no, skinny; it is fairly long; it is always well lubricated by my juices and foreskin; and it is operated by a very gentle and caring guy. Now how could you turn away this?" By now all were clearly familiar with the kindness and thoughtfulness of Jill. She would never want to offend anyone who was trying to please. How could she say, "no." "Oh, you guys are all so nice. But, Nevil, I just can't do it. I am totally fatigued and spent. I just want to go to sleep. Please let me be." And she reaches over and gives Nevil a nice polite kiss on the lips. That was a mistake. Nevil quickly reaches for her and pulls her to him for a long, long, long passionate kiss that must have lasted five minutes. The first few seconds of it saw Jill sort of struggling to get out of his grip. The last few minutes of it saw her enthusiastically encompassing Nevil in her long, elegant arms. After an agonizing expanse of time (for the exhausted friends watching fascinatedly) she releases her grip and sort of begins to explore his back, then other places on his body. It is clear that she is fascinated by Nevil's introduction because soon she moves her free hand from around his back to the front and down his muscular frame to his patiently poised penis. What she finds fascinates her. It is indeed slim, not more than an inch in diameter, but it is very long. And even though he had not had access to her brimming vagina, it is sort of moist, and when she slips his foreskin back to gently explore his glans it definitely feels lubricated. It is a nice feeling. Although her vagina sort of felt like more company, she thought, "Why not." And whispers, "Nevil, if you will be real gentle you may." "Ah, my lady, my lovely, lovely lady, you shall not even know I am there until your orgasm envelopes you with its miraculous cloud." What followed was an amazing display of exquisite "foreplay." And the responses it elicited from Jill support the use of the word "play." She would alternate between passionate groans to delightful tittering. Nevil alternated between gentle and sensual manipulation of each and every one of her erogenous areas, some she didn't even know she had, like the soft skin beneath her toe joints, and playful snuggles. And there was the nearly constant whisperings of sweet and seductive "nothings" in her ear. [It is not necessary to go into great detail here as it is more advisable for the reader to experiment, to try EVERYTHING, when in a similar situation. Nevil had one major advantage that we common "mortals" lacked and that was an inherent knack to know what was sensual to Jill and what was not. The rest of us must do something and try to gauge the response. Just let me say that after nearly an hour Jill had forgotten her initial reluctance. But let me also say that Nevil did not bring her to any orgasms, either. As soon as she would approach one he would carefully and delicately back her away, just at the edge of the abyss and then continue. Each time she approached this exquisite brink grew higher and more fantastic.] "Oh God, Nevil, I can't take any more. Seemingly in response, Nevil gets up from the bed and steps aside. But, almost as if it was planned, Max, with an enormous erection steps in and assists the virtually helpless Jill up on the edge of the bed. It is not clear that she even notices who was helping her, or maybe she doesn't care. For an instant she balances precariously on the edge with her lovely legs hanging over. Max extends one warm hand, cupping her luscious, ivory breasts, first one, then, slowly, the other. She sighs. Bolder now, his other hand begins to caress her delicate velveteen flanks and hips. Then with a burst on energy, Jill, with Max's needed help, swings one silky leg across his body to straddle his hips, her slavering, hot vagina near his cock. For a second, as Jill straddles Max, she grasps the hard pulsing warmth of his cock in her hand. She draws the soft head of his cock up against her mons, using a slow circular motion to transfer her slippery juices to his awaiting pole. The rosy glans of his cock parts the soft hair covered opening and strokes the pink, swollen lips of her vagina, opening the lips more until his glans is tucked into the cleft. He then raises her slightly, with Jill guiding his cock, sliding it into her by lowering her firmly. Worming his cock deeper into her belly, Max feels the exquisite warmth of her soul. Until, suddenly he arches his loins, driving his cock the last inch, feeling the soft hair on her cunt tickling his belly. All this time Jill passively accepts his invasion, her strength having drained. Now he holds her still savoring the feeling. At that moment Nevil returns, his slender, but die-straight cock providing Jill with some warning that he was on the way. His slim organ is standing straight out in front of him, throbbing in anticipation of the heavenly moment approaching. His hairless testicles, obscenely bloated, swing pendulously, as his hand grasps the base of the steel-hard rod. The bluish veins stand out and the glans turns dark purple. Holding and caressing her lovely curved buttocks, Nevil moves a step closer until his cock touches her rounded, cleft ass. He raises his cock head to the slitted opening she presents. Nevil moves even closer, his prick nudging at her gently curving, satan flanks, until it centers on the opening she offers with her luscious ass waving slightly. Nevil leans his weight against Jill, the head of his prick slides into her opening like butter, smoothly gliding inside her belly, the narrow head of his prick an arrow for his root to follow. He gently presses his length into her as she moans her pleasure, wriggling her ass to help him insert the entire penis deep inside of her. The serpent slithers into her deeper and deeper. She puts one hand behind her, groping for his balls, apparently delighted to feel how much of his organ she has captured on the first stroke. With a grunt of pleasure Nevil slips all of the way home. Now Jill is truly full of manhood, a hot hard throbbing one fully absorbed in her vagina, caressing her cervix and a long slim one beating in near perfect time buried completely in her anus. All pause to savory this moment. Then very slowly Nevil begins to withdraw his stiletto until only the head is nestled between the outer lips of her buttocks and Max and Nevil together share in lifting Jill off of Max's cock. They do not pause here, but quickly in unison they all slip back together in one long, smooth stroke. When rejoined, they paused again. Jill takes advantage of it to tenderly caress their testicles, rolling each gently, marveling at the softness of the skin, feeling the swelling shapes beneath the smooth outer covering, exploring their cock roots. Jill squirms in delight as her clitoris rubs against the hairy mound above Max's prick. Her movement is totally involuntary. Max is assured that Nevil will control the tempo to his liking, so he releases his grip on Jill's soft hips and turns his attention to her breasts and erect nipples exposed for him to savor. Nevil continues to grip her hips with both hands. Instinctively, he can tell the pace Jill desires and alters his hip motion and Jill's movement together, with Max helpless beneath them. He remains content to be paced by them. They maintain this perfectly tuned mime for more than twenty minutes, never pausing for more than a few seconds and never letting up their intensity; in fact, the cadence imperceptibly escalates along with their passion. Finally, they reached a point where Jill can bear it no longer. Wildly, Jill flings her arms out and wails, "God, I am going to die. Ohhhh.... Ohhh... Ohh. Stop. I can't stand it." Her voiced raises higher and higher as she desperately tries to extract herself from the sandwich she is in. And for the umpteenth time she is engulfed in a brilliant cataclysmic, orgasmic tide that begins to ripple from her belly and surge through her lovely body. If she had been unsupported it is certain she would have crumbled beneath the onslaught, but ever-faithful and gentle Nevil holds up her hips, sustaining the feverish tempo, while muscular, yet sensitive, Max supports her upper body in his strong arms, long ago sensing that Jill's need for additional sensual stimulation was waning. But Max and Nevil are not about to cut short their endeavors. For nearly five more minutes they continue their insatiable pumping into the apparently satiated Jill, who has ostensibly swooned, at least, no more sound emits from her lips, except an even, yet heavy and impassioned, breathing. Nevil is near his end, yet his lunges against her backside still caused his belly to noisily slap against the full curves of her rounded bottom. His swelling testicles almost painfully bang against her perineum. With no warning, Jill awakens from her "slumber," looks into Max's eyes, smiles and quietly says, "It's wonderful. Two cocks. I love it. Fucked by two cocks." Then she gives an unearthly moan, that begins deep inside her and slowly rises and soars higher and higher, following the trail of her grand and glorious orgasm. Jill's eyes roll up as she feels the ecstasy. "Nevil, fuck my ass. Max, fuck my pussy. Fuck me. Both of you, fuck me. Fuck me! Oh! Oh! Oh my, fuck me! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! FUCK ME!" "Fuck my ass, Nevil, Fuck it." Her voice rises to as high a pitch as any soprano would dream of and full of heart-felt, exhausting pleasure, screams, "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK ME! I'm cumming. I'm really cumming. Keep fucking. PLEASE! Keep fucking my ass. FUCK my cunt! Fuck my ass!" The last few words never really make it out of her mouth, but Nevil and Max know what they are. "I'm cumming, too!" groans Max and Nevil in exact unison. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass, Nevil. Fuck my cunt, Max. Do it. Harder, harder, I'm cumming. Fuck me, oh! Fuck me. FUCK ME!" she finally shouts at the top of her lungs. "NOW! Shoot in me. Cum inside me. Cream my pussy. Cream my ass. Let me feel it shoot into my cunt!" Jill continues to alternately moan and scream, louder and louder. They stroke faster and faster, and pull out further and further. And penetrate deeper and deeper. Then Nevil pulls himself nearly out of Jill until his head just about surfaces. The tight sphincter muscle clamps over it trying to help prevent total withdrawal and prevent breaking the continuous spell of pleasure Jill is obviously experiencing in their able "hands." And simultaneously he raises her until she nearly expels Max's bloated cock. Max, expecting to lose Jill quickly grabs her around the shoulders. All hell (or should I say, heaven) brakes loose at that instant. Max pulls Jill back to him, sinking his erupting cock to the hilt in her flooded vagina. Nevil, his slim cock having swelled to a much larger diameter, thunders full length into her body as he falls upon both of them, in the grip of his climax. The initial shots of semen penetrate her very soul. Hot searing floods of cum follow. Everything about these guys is superlative. They just keep cumming and cumming, but differently. Nevil cums in her anus in short strong surges of cum. Max, in her vagina, cums with long, hard, steady floods, each one lasting several seconds. Jill hears Nevil snort, Max moan, their heavy gasping beating in time to their ejaculations. Max's able stallion-cock, tightly presses to her cervix, pulses and spits its contents of sperm, squirting the sticky juice into her belly, against the deepest recesses of her vagina. The gushing juice fills her cunt, as he continues to expend spurt after spurt, into her soft pinkness. The hot wetness spurting deep within her, causes Jill incredible pleasure. She presses her mons tightly against Max's belly, sinking his spurting cock even deeper so that she can feel the pulsations as the spermy liquid leap from the slitted opening, into her succulent cunt. Nevil follows by pressing even closer to her silky buttocks. Jill moans, feeling the hot gushing creamy juice fill her cave, marveling at the warmth of their ejections and the sensitive pressure they put so deeply inside her writhing belly. Holding stationary, as she feels them cum, she revels. The feel of these practically unending spurts intensify her already near-perfect orgasm. Jill really wants to reach down to their balls to see if she can detect the end, but she can not move, all her strength having totally abandoned her. For ten minutes they lie locked together. The men still occasionally ejaculating a little more semen every time one of them squirmed. Jill's voice was barely more than a whisper as she lay with her face buried by Max's head, "I am finished! My God, my God, I am finished." Sated, and softening, Nevil can still feel her faint involuntary rhythmic pulsations as he slowly withdraws and let his prick slowly release from her ass. Sperm still dribbles from the tip as it shrinks and tightens toward his belly. The rest of the men quickly come over and gently lift Jill off of Max. For an instant Jill whimpers and gives a feeble effort to try to keep him inside of her, but she does not have the strength. They carefully lie her on the bed next to Max. For several moments all stare in amazement at the vision of loveliness before them. This is a beauty of beauties. Behold, the lovely, perfect person who would make both Venus and Aphrodite green with envy. She lies as if in a deep sleep, with a beatific and contented and fulfilled smile on her exquisite face. They find it inconceivable that they have supped and partaken of the charms at this holy shrine of wondrous splendor. Only the future would make them believers. Although from the looks of all of them and their manhoods at rigid attention saluting this graceful, supine vision, the future was too far away for them. As she lay sleeping peacefully they are silent still living the previous many hours. As they reluctantly turn to leave, Jack gently covers, almost a sacrilege, Jill's beautiful nude body. He casually wonders aloud, "I wonder what she will think the wedding presents you guys got her, the German Shepherd and pony?" --