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     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?"



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