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Archive-title: Birthday Present, The



[5 Possible Endings Attached!]





     It was a hard relationship to describe.  They had a lot in

common - both were professionals working full time, both married,

both having two children.  But much of the similarities ended

there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on

this later, the other male.  Although they worked together they

lived far apart.  Since neither one could bear to hurt another

their "romance" was not the textbook-type.  Sandy and Jim sort of

recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still

had a deep attraction and affection for each other.  They enjoyed

being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office

wags would have a field day if their "relationship", no matter

how chaste, became public knowledge.



     For a long time now Jim had been "romancing" Sandy with

notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving

the verbal love and affection with welcome arms.  Once or twice a

week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life

and love and beauty.  When the weather was bad they might even be

alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness.  But, alas, an

unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm

hug and lots of hand-holding!  They would have been more at home

in the Victorian era.



     But enough history.  I think the reader is, by now, well

aware of our "lovers" plight.  Certainly they were not of this

quick-to-bed age.  There was a certain admirable beauty shared by

Sandy and Jim.  Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant,

they saw it and felt it.  Which brings us to "The Birthday

Present."  Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for

some time.  His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day

readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY. 

Ah, JOY!  JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and

totally without relevance unless shared.  This was to be a true

celebration of JOY and LOVE.  Jim's sentimentality was so at the

forefront that he even "engraved" a special invitation, complete

with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:







   The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites



                              Sandy



           an extremely delightful and luscious person



                   to a personal and intimate 

                        demonstration of 



                      TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE



                     as expressed through a

                      sensitive and feeling

                        full-body massage



           on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month 

          of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine









suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.



Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly

drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially

balked.  Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much

from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, "Come on,

how can this be accomplished in the park at noon?  And I am not

interested in getting poison ivy in the woods."  But her

resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple

objection when Jim said, "I have arranged for us to share a motel

room for the afternoon.  I promise no hanky-panky.  This is not a

seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday

present.  I am not joking.  I am serious."



     Well, the discussion was heated for several days.  Sandy had

strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives.  The casual

outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke,

the eternal male seduction "line."  "I just want to show you my

etchings." or "I just want to let you explore my spider web."



     What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or

resignation from the effort to change Jim's mind.  More than once

Jim had offered to withdraw the "proposition" only to have the

subject come up again.  It is not clear what was the final straw,

but Sandy extracted the two-thousandth promise, and agreed.



     But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was

payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day.  The big

day was delayed until Friday.



     Friday turned out to be a delightful day.  The sun shown out

of a azure sky upon the green hills of the land.  The temperature

was just right.  Jim expressed concern that the beauty of the day

would be "wasted" inside, but it was agreed that there would be

more nice days.  The trip past the check-in desk and the lobby

was taken with uncomfortable feelings of guilt.  This feeling by

both was thick enough to cut.  But the small briefcase sufficed

to allay inordinate suspicions.  All went well until they got to

the room.  The age old shakes kept Jim from immediately getting

the damned door open.  Motel doors were the same everywhere.



     Once in the room they hugged in a warm embrace free from the

fear of prying eyes.  That alone made the excursion well worth

the effort.  They stood there for the "brief" moment that lovers

share, a brief moment extending close to ten minutes.  Neither

one wanted to break the spell.  Their nearness could not be

replaced with all the private and emotional notes they exchanged.



     They sat down on the bed and held hands gazing into each

other's eyes.  Jim gentle began caressing Sandy's delicate hands

and fingers.  Then they began to discuss what was to happen. 

Jim, who claimed to have "everything thought out," was torn

between chucking his "plan" and keeping his promise.  A gentle,

caring look from Sandy kept him in line.  



     Jim got the body lotion bottle from his brief case so Sandy

could choose which she preferred.  He let her pick saying, "The

delicious scent of your body will override all else, who needs

this stuff."  He then went to the bathroom to get some towels. 

The bed spread was taken down and several towels were laid out. 

Jim then said that it was necessary that Sandy remove her

clothing and cover up with the towels.  He said, "You may leave

your underwear on, Lovely Sandy.  I promised a full-body massage,

but it won't quite be "full-body", I couldn't keep my promise if

it was and you know it.  Anyway, cover up with the towels and

I'll turn up the heat in the room.  I won't need that, but you

may."  Sandy replied, "I don't think I will need it either, so

don't turn it up."  (She was avoiding the clothes issue.)  "Can't

we just do the massaging like we have in the past?"  [They both

had a keen interest in the art of massage.  Jim had a couple of

good books on massage, finger-pressure and Shiatsu.  He even

shared one on sensual massage with Sandy.  Their experiences into

massage began with foot massage one noon when Sandy complained of

il-fitting shoes and sore feet.  Jim extended it to hand and

finger massage and once even experimented with back massage, when

he sneaked his first and only kiss from Sandy, a chaste, but

delicious peck on the back of Sandy's lovely white neck.  They

both had enjoyed the physical contact immensely.  But it had

always been of the non-sexual kind, although Jim reveled in the

sensuality of it.  He is the one who invented this birthday

present, after all.]



     After a lengthy discussion, Jim persuaded Sandy that his

intentions were indeed honorable and it could only be done this

way.  [Although I will not go into this discussion, because it is

so improbable as to be unlikely, besides if Jim hadn't "won" the

debate there wouldn't be a story to tell!]  Jim left the room to

give Sandy privacy.  He left word for her to let him know.  Talk

about long moments!  This was absurd.  But after what seemed like

hours, Sandy whispered that she was ready.



     Jim reentered the room to find Sandy stretched out full

length on her stomach covered with a bath towel covering her from

shoulders to knees.  Even from the back Jim marveled at her

loveliness.  "Sandy you are the most beautiful person I have ever

seen, with or without clothes.  Your trust in me only makes me

love you even more.  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,

Sandy, 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, Sandy.  There has been none like you.  You

are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Sandy.  I kneel down and

worship this shrine, Sandy."



     He liberally drenched his hands in lotion he had warmed up

in his pocket and applied it generously to her legs and arms with

gentle caring hands.  A gasp of pleasure escaped Sandy's lips. 

She lifter her head and gazed at Jim and heart-feltly said,

"Thank you, Jim, you gentleness and compassion is so appreciated. 

Thank you for talking me into this and thank you for the lovely

birthday present."  "But it hasn't even begun, Sandy.  No more

words from you.  You must lie there and relax and release your

cares to my hands.  I will be gentle.  I will be caring.  I will

be true to my words, Sandy.  My love for you would allow nothing

else."



     Beginning at her toes Jim gentle rubbed in the oil and

kneaded the aches and cares away.  He massaged towards her ankles

to restore the blood flow in her toes.  Each toe in turn got the

same treatment and he lusciously paused and stroked between each

one.  He fleeting kissed each one as he progressed.  Completing

her toes he began to work on her feet.  Jim knew that the

Achilles tendon was supposed to have a genitals-connection so his

stroking steadily lead to that area after he had explored the

rest of her lovely and delicate foot.  



     His slow and steady sensual touch gradually lead to her

ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf.  A slight

tremor from Sandy cautioned Jim from proceeding further, but his

hands did not stray from their amorous and pleasant task.  Gently

they followed the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her

lovely knee.  The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and

charmed Jim, but until now he had not known the real passion

associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory.  The

smoothness beneath his touch was awe-inspiring and sent tremors

of his own up and down his spine.  "Hold on, Jim, this delicate

journey has just begun," he said to himself.



     Jim quietly shifted his attentions from Sandy's lovely legs

to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close.  He began,

like with her finely turned feet, with a gentle upwards massaging

of her fingers.  They were delicately formed and only slightly

roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor.  Sandy took very

good care of herself and it showed for all to see.  Her elegant

beauty was flawless.  Sandy was striking.  No other words would

do her rare beauty justice.  She was magnificent.  



     Jim smeared more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring

hands.  Delicately her followed the fingers around, one by one,

pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love.  His

tongue would flick out to gentle caress the soft membrane of skin

between each.  The he would continue his kneading on the palms. 

He strived to rub out the cares and anguishes of the hardness of

life with more ointment.  His heart was in it.  The care he felt

flowed more freely than the oil.



     Jim was sure that Sandy had been over come with sleep by

this time.  Not a sound was heard, except her deep, even

breathing.  Her exquisitely lovely face carried a truly joyous

smile into her dreams.  Trust, and maybe love, had found an

outlet.



     No matter how deep the sleep, Jim's labor-of-love was not

consummated.  His hands continued their explore.  But it was

clear that they were no longer under Jim's control as they

lusciously travelled the full range of her exquisitely chiseled

arm.  



     At Sandy's shoulder they paused.  Slowly and determinedly

they slid the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful

shoulder was exposed.  Gently he traced each contour from her

shoulders to her Kama neck.  His warm hands gentle pressured the

deep muscles on her back, rubbing them toward her neck to further

the circulation.  When the massage regained her neck it acted

like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Sandy awoke.  A groan

of passion passed.  Jim paused.  She was quiet again.



     Slowly Jim began again, this time progressing up Sandy's

neck.  He parted her beautiful and delicately soft tresses,

pausing to give, with love, another heart-kiss, his second in

forever.  Continuing, he found her ear and traced it around and

around, swirling into oblivion.  With an oh-so gentle touch, he

persisted in his quest and touched her face of pure beauty.  Her

delicately formed cheeks and nose were traced with great care. 

He linger under her nose and followed her lovely, full lips, so

ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him. 

As his fingers passed they closed to a rosebud to exchange a kiss

of love and opened to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new

sensation.  The fingers, not what it was looking for, sufficed

for the moment.  With regret Jim left the luscious lips like

orgasmic-blood swollen Mons of Venus and renewed his quest.  His

fingers, with sincere caring and passion traced the slight,

sight, not angry, scar on her cheek fervently wishing to erase

the one blemish to her perfection, but it had become an integral

part of her mysterious beauty.  Renewing his travels Jim reached

her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears. 

A drop was rushed away by gravity.  Jim bent to erase the

remainder with his lips, and his own hot tears mixed passionately

with her's.  Not a word was said.  The exchange of an

immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart-

felt thanks from the other, stemmed the flow.  The eyes, ever

capable of giving of love more than receiving love, closed to

allow his delicate touch to pass over.



     Jim's trembling hands extended up Sandy's forehead and wound

in amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down

to her shoulders and beyond.  Ardently they searched beneath the

towel to find her back and relieve the tense knots settled there. 

He anointed his hands and applied with ecstatic glee, pressure. 

Discreetly her eased down the towel to waste level to reveal a

pure white-as-snow back demarcated by a perfect tan line.  He

followed the line and moved in to the snow field with sensitive

strokes.  The passion in his touch was clearly evident as he

manipulated her precious skin.



     Jim's efforts gained in strength until they could be

compared with a passionate desire to enter within.  His fingers

spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel

barrier again and again.  His intensity diminished somewhat when

the barrier was knocked askew and his warm hands found the

graceful curving lines of Freyja's treasure, soft mons of

exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced.  Jim

flirted with each one.  Out of human control, his hands proceeded

to palpate each in turn.  



     "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, Sandy.  Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of

Magnificent and Perfect Beauty.  I am eternally grateful for this

moment.  No other could feel such wonder as I do at this moment. 

I share this moment only with you, Sandy, and God.  It is good. 

It is right."



     At that moment Sandy stirred.  "Let me turn over."  "Only if

you help me abide by my promise, Sandy?"  With an anguished,

"No," she struggled to roll over, but Jim had embraced her,

preventing her movement.  "Please."    



     As she ceased struggling, he fleetingly fondled her ripe

buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each.  With one last

regretting gentle squeeze, he replaced the towel again between

shoulder and knee.  "Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful."



     Slowly she rolled over as Jim held the modesty drape from

slipping.  He gazed into Sandy's eyes, longingly and fervently

desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple

body close to his.  Instead he gently leaned down and caressingly

kissed the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many. 

Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he began anew his gentle

massaging.  This time his eyes never let hers.  



     Softly and slowly his caressive touch stole to her heels and

ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling,

on her knees.  Then they traced their way back down, again ending

at her charming toes.  Cautiously, they followed their trail back

up again, ending, daring, on Sandy's enchanting Astarte thigh. 

Like a passionate dog Jim's fingers whiff around 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 remained virtuously in place.  At

some unseen clue he, as before, passed attention from Sandy's

lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to

embrace the passion she felt, but not wishing to break the magic

spell.  In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jim's fingers

traced 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 violent 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

travails from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several

times.  Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome. 

Sandy's breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier

and with more effort as the feeling of pure joy invades her very

being.  Her longing to end the invasion and her desire to see it

completed vigorously facing off within her very soul.



     Again the mortal hands of Jim, 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, forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly,

yearns to probe deeper, but the emotions will not allow it.  



     Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by

Sandy, probably caused by being too long in one position, mated

the gentle butterfly and charms of Aphrodite, the crown of

beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood.  With renewed confidence

Jim'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 Sandy's breath is timed exactly with the

moment.  No other sign is given.  Sandy's nipples strain to reach

out to Jim's charmed and smitten touch.  His fingers ever so

gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic bud.  At the moment of

touch sparks of emotion fly between Jim and Sandy, their

passionate gaze never having wavered.  



     No moment was ever quite like this for Jim.  The urge to

kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much.  To

counteract his unbearable craving he lower his eyes and buried

his face in the towel at Sandy's breast.  Jim'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

to his fingers.  Sandy's soft and delicate arms enfolded the

stricken Jim.  His arms reaching around to embrace Sandy's

beautiful body.



     For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of

the love two mortals could possibly engender.



     While the reader ponders this moment I will offer a special

treat, I hope.  Because different people have different desires

at different times I will allow you to choose your own "ending"

(how I hate that word!) to this scene of beauty.  But first I

must apologize for being such a fumbling and incompetent as to

expect to write with words the beauty of silence and touch and

sight and feeling.  Forgive me, Dear Reader.



     Now for the continuation.  You have four choices (yes, yes,

you may read all of them):



     1)   Real-life

     2)   A story-book

     3)   Sandy's fantasy

     4)   Jim's fantasy

     5)   Jim's desire



CONTINUATION # 1 - THE REAL-LIFE ENDING



     As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, Reality awakes.  Sandy

rises, turns off the VCR and urgently searches out Ken.  At the

exact same instant Jim wakes up in his corner of his own bed.



CONTINUATION # 2 - A STORY-BOOK ENDING



     

     He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.  



     "Now you are going to get fucked, woman!  F-U-C-K-E-D."



     With that he unzips his pants and reveals a gigantic cock

throbbing with lust.  He grabs her by the hair and thrust her

face into his ram-rod.  Take it in, all the way in.  She was awe-

struck at the enormous proportions.  It must have been eighteen

inches in length and easily three inches across.



     "I can't do that.  I'd choke."  At those words her rammed

his staff into her gaping mouth.  He forced his way as far down

her throat as was possible.  His hands forcible masturbating his

erect cock.  

          

     When he was near climax, he threw her to the bed.  He

gathered a leg in each hand and yanked them over her head so her

knees were by her chest.  He fell on her with a vengeance, the

stark shaft pounding its unholy way into her tight hot box.  Her

cunt was shocked by the intrusion, but the juices flowed freely

as she fought to extricate herself from his firm grip.



     A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance

as she cried out is agony, "OH, God, you are killing me,

OOOOOOHHHH........AAAAHHHHH."  



     Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at

another out burst from her, "NO!  Don't take it out.  I want that

thing deep inside me.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me deep.  Do it to

me."  



     But he had no intention of quitting.  His firey-red, pulsing

horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from

Sandy.  This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.  



     For fifteen minutes he pumped away at her.  Near the end of

his monstrous strokes, punctuated by cries of delight from Sandy

and groans of animal lust from him, exceeded twelve inches.  As

his cock withdrew little streaks of blood could be seen as a sign

of the cruel, but welcome, forcible entry of the rigid steel

cannon of power.



     As she, screamed, "More, more, fuck me more," he rose to the

task.  His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling

towards the breaking point.  



     Then he withdrew his manhood.  As she desperately struggled

to grab the gigantic cock to put it back inside of her, he threw

her hands aside and fell full force on her.  The force rammed all

eighteen inches to her very soul.  The hot flood of cum spurted

inside of her in a stream, a never-ending torrent.  The wad was

so great it bubbled from her punished cunt as she cried as in

death.  



     He grunted in satisfaction and got up.  "Not bad.  Not bad

at all.  Now lick me off."

CONTINUATION # 3 - Sandy'S FANTASY



     Sandy could feel the steady growth of Jim's imposing rod. 

Jim rolls off tearing the towel with him.  Sandy is revealed in

all of her wondrous beauty.  His firm delicate breasts inviting

the cupped hands of Jim to cradle them.  He encircled them, his

thumb and forefinger gently grasping the erect and awaiting

nipples.  Her hands quickly fling Jim's clothes to the far winds

exposing Jim and a wondrous instrument, a full twelve inches of

throbbing manhood.  The breadth brought Sandy upright she

desperately tried to grasp and hold it firmly in one hand, but

found it could not be done, for it was a full pounding three

inches in diameter.  Her sharp intake if breathe brought with it,

"Magnificent!  How could you have kept this from me for so long."



     For many moments Sandy explored in wonder the marvelous tool

of love.  Expertly she allowed her hand to gently caress the

astounding rod.  As she eased her hands around his penis, Jim,

encouraged, renewed his fondling of her breasts.



     Sandy felt giddy with power.  But she also felt giddy with

lust.  She wanted this massive staff of life in her, all the way

inside of her.



     Already she was causing the single-eyed monster to tear. 

Gently she spread the sticky moistness around with her finger

tip, trembling all of the time.  A gentle hand from Jim brought

her back to reality.



     "Remember my promise," he whispered as he knelt before Sandy

and let his soft warm hands creep down to the creams soft fur of

Eros' triangle and the enveloping folds around the grotto of

Amor.  He gently caressed the delicate pink-white flesh

surrounding this heaven-on-earth with his fingers, followed by

the ethereal touch of his hot damp tongue.



     Sandy was not sure what to do.  At first, she said,

"Enough", but Jim would not hear of it, as his gentle tongue

found her clitoris.  Shock-waves of passion boiled up in her.  It

was too much.  She gently held his head in her arms and lay 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.  Jim was exceeding

gentle.  A few gentle flutters on her clitoris would raise

Sandy's lovely, smooth, curved buttocks off the bed in pure

ecstasy.  Then he would descend and send his tongue deep into her

vagina.  That deeply delicious, warm moist cavern of

sensuousness.  A few long, slow and deep strokes would fire Sandy

to fever pitch, then he would shift back to her lovely little

pink clitoris, enflame with passion.  In between he would wonder

all around her pubic area, pausing here and there to devote

particular attention.  The feelings being generated inside Sandy

were unmistakable and uncontrollable and delicious.



     "You are getting all of the fun, Jim," cried Sandy as she

lifted his head, with difficulty.  "Let me play, too."



     Placing Jim at arms length, she again let her hand slid down

to the gorgeous penis taking in all the various dips and curves

formed by veins filled to capacity, her hunger for it overtook

her curiosity.  "I will not settle for the my inability to

totally feel this wondrous creature with my hands, it must be

absorbed in me, become a part of me."



     Jim climbed up on the bed, swinging his ever-imposing

manhood with him.  She leaned back seductively bringing her

lovely legs up to her chest, opening her treasure trove for the

mad stampede of the raging bull.  Jim leaned over grasping both

lovely breasts in his warm hands, cupping each gentle, and kissed

each risen nipple.  Opening his mouth they exchanged erotic acts,

he being the orifice and she being the erect tool.  When he rose

he said, "One more thing, before I enter heaven."



     As he again lowered himself to explore orally the tunnel of

love, Sandy, cried, "Let me go with you."  She quickly twisted

around so that he could continue his libations at the fountain of

love while she could attend to the care of the stark beauty

poised erect from Jim's groin.  Not only was it staring her

square in the face, but the dangling testicles were drooping,

begging to be fondled.  She gently explored each full-to-bursting

sack.  Trying to capture the elusive contents was sheer joy.  No

matter where she went she never took her eyes off of the one eye

before her.  Even the delightful sensations initiated by Jim

gentle tracing of the contours of her mons did not detract her

from her fascination.



     Quietly she whispered, "I want him now, Jim.  I want you

inside of me now."  He turned and sat cross-legged before her,

soaking up the exquisite beauty lying before him.



     "As I said before, on a lesser occasion, 'The Creator made a

appalling mistake when He disallowed us to make wonderful,

passionate love remotely so we could see our beauty, the beauty

of the human body.'"



     She sat up in front of him.  As Jim reached out to gently

cup her small, luscious, perfectly formed breasts in his warm

hands, Sandy extended her hand and caressed his nipples.  A slow,

fervent kiss, miraculously the first one, exchanged lips several

times.  Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their

hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly found hills

and valleys of each other.  Their nipples, rigid, her's being

like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Jim.  He paused a

moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet

breast.  Their fingers continued to enjoy their romped in

paradise, as children at play.



     One of his hands crept up to stroke Sandy's short, soft hair

and fell lovingly to gently caress the back of her neck and ears. 

Soon one abandoned its quest and stole lower to her delicately

smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to her

pubic area, rich in erotic senses.  It was still dripping wet

with Jim's saliva and her warm, luscious and sweet vaginal

fluids.  He gently traced the contours of her pubic mound and

tangled his fingers lovingly in her hair.  He leaned over and

plucked a small, perfect, red rose from a vase next to the bed

and wound the stem amongst the fur.  He then tenderly frolicked

over the mons and cautiously ventured further.



     Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest and

arms and followed the soft fur down towards the deep and dark

nether regions.  As she reached the mound of soft hair

surrounding his rigid stalk.  It responded with a start.  The

quivering rod stood proudly and majestically upright in the

forest for Sandy to see and hold.  It was a marvel.  With supreme

sensitiveness she slid the foreskin back to expose the glistening

head.  Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and

followed it up to the narrow closed orifice.  Oh, so, gently she

lifted his forbidding penis up and looked it head on.  Her soft

fingers then touched a large serpentine vein and followed it full

length, wondering lazily as she went.  When she reached the root,

the source of the enormous organ's strength, she extended her

hand until she nearly enveloped the rigid staff.  The other hand

stole down still lower to the testicles.  In the heat of passion

they were loose and pliable.  As she valiantly tried to capture

and hold one Jim caused her to start.



     Again he had found her clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower,

seat of driving passion.  But not until after he had deliciously

sought the hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the

love-shrine.  Jim's fluids was perfect to moisten and lubricate

his touch.  With exquisite care and tenderness he surrounded her

exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice and tip. 

Sandy gave a reflex intake as he reached the tip.  Her moans were

equalled only by his.  Jim dallied with trembling hand as shivers

of passion waved through Sandy's graceful body.



     Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on

each other as they shared this exquisitely lovely and passionate

moment.  As their soft and gentle frolicking continued their

breathing meshed into one.  



     Imperceptibly each clung to the other.  At no time did 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 looked at each other as if to verify that their

time was now.  The electricity of the moment was awesome.



     As one Sandy lay back invitingly and Jim gentle covered her. 

He wrapped his arms joyfully around her, she around him.  Except

for their genitals, they were as one.  



     "Now, Jim!"  And she raised her gorgeous limbs around his

sturdy back.  As she reached down to grasp the enormous penis

once more with her hands, he whispered, "You don't need to.  He

will find the way.  How could he help it."



     Gradually this organ of giant proportions lowered to the

duty at hand.  As if guided by a supernatural power, it gently

rolled around the furry mound, as if sniffing for the opening.  A

faint flicker of motion would cause the shaft to pull away from

Sandy's beckoning hearth, but it would quickly return.  



     Then, after what seemed to be an eternity, the magnificent

organ sensed the end, or the beginning as better describes the

situation.  He rested, like taking a deep breath, just above the

vaginal opening.  But before dropping down, he sought out a

friend, the ever-present, ever-patient clitoris.  A quick peck on

her lips, and a return engagement brought shudders of passion to

Sandy as she cried, "Now, come in, now, Jim."  One last drawn out

embrace of the glowing clit by the gentle monster was the

farewell.  Slowly he traced the smooth path down to the warm

embrace of the labial lips, now parted and awaiting.  "Come in,

my friend," they seemed to say in delicious anticipation of the

impending union.



     A gentle prodding by Jim started the long trip home.  The

lips gentle caressing his splendid penis as it entered.  They

stroked the silky and slimy-clean shaft as a steady, urgent, but

gentle, pressure lodged the giant.  



     At that moment Sandy selfishly restrained him from his

appointed task, saying, "I want to say good bye to him."  Her

hands again surveyed all of that splendid shaft and the bubbling

sack of life attached.  The brief dally she had had with the

throbbing penis with her mouth had endowed it with welcome

lubrication.  More was to come.



     "Good bye, magnificent one, God speed."



     Jim's fantastic and warmly glowing penis entered the glory

cave.  The journey home, into the warm, dark, moist cavern of

joy, had begun.  With nearly imperceptible movement they began

the dance of love that could only end their delight.  



     Then, when with obvious reluctance the engorged and turgid

penis, the majestic staff of life, emerged from its friendly and

comfortable home, Sandy cried, "Put him back, please come back

in.  Fill me up."  She slowly and lovingly wrapped her gorgeous,

her perfect legs envelopingly around Jim's loins to enhance her

determination.  Jim's stout penis reacted with joy when Jim felt

the encouragement.  And, after only a short moment, the penis

Sandy so dearly sought disappeared again with relish into the

inner reaches of pleasure.  



     Again he came forth and reentered, each time imperceptively

further home.  Each removal, sheer agony; each return, utter

elation.  After a few well-controlled thrusts Jim entered for

good the sacred Grotto of Love.  While he tenderly, but dogged,

stroked in deeper, out reluctantly, Sandy tighten and relaxed her

grip on his pelvis with her legs.



     Breathlessly, Sandy exclaimed, "Welcome home, my fine penis. 

Come inside and enjoy the comforts of home.  You are always

welcome."  Then in holy silence they continued their dance of

praise to the heavens for the wonderful gift of love.  No two

could have been closer to the heavenly kingdom than Sandy and Jim

at this moment.  And it was good!



     Both Sandy and Jim groaned in unison as the marvelous tool

sunk deep into her safe haven.  Jim's initial short,

lusting-animal jabs magically transform into long,

exquisitely-deep, impassioned caresses.  As each stroke

lengthened Sandy could feel Jim's glorious penis grow and expand

to fill her.  The feeling was overwhelming.  Sandy cried out in

passion for Jim.  "Deeper, Jim, deeper.  I want all of you in me. 

Fill me with your whole self, Jim."  Sandy's lovely legs guided

Jim's active loins to ensure his continuance.  With cautious

insistence she hurried Jim along his well laid path.  



     As the determined rhythms of their rocking pelvises

gradually increased in intensity, their breathing took on a

certain urgency.  With the heavy breathing their pelvic driving

followed suit.  The dogged clutch-release of Sandy exactly tuned

to the earnest thrust-lingering withdrawal of Jim's hips.  His

magnificently sturdy and shimmering penis, never flailing, begged

to remain inside Sandy, but it was not to be...yet.  The fluid

noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak and

their passionate breathing were the only sounds.



     Precisely on cue their breathing became more like grunts and

groans as the heated motion of their bodies became more

spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained.  Jim's strokes,

beginning so long ago as imperceivable flickers where now long,

slow, superb strokes of at least six inches.  Where all of his

manhood went was totally lost on the lusting two.



     As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a

casual observer) the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of

erotic and carnal grunts.  Sandy attempted to control the

fantastic thrusts of Jim, just to make them linger, but to no

avail.  



     Finally, she conceded, "Enough, Jim.  I am finished."  Then,

for one instant Jim withdrew his towering, flaming rod and then

blindly plunged himself to the hilt into Sandy.  This last

gigantic heave brought Jim into the previously unreached inner

sanctum of Sandy.  Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous

and guttural primeval cry.  Sandy fought her urge to scream and

only partially succeeded.  A shrill wail of ecstacy bubbled from

her lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God!  Don't let it be

finished!  Bring it back."  Their simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm

gushed.  An enormous mass of semen, seemingly Jim's total life's

energy, spewed forth to penetrate every cranny.  As he strove to

extract the last vital drop in her, she cling for dear life with

her graceful long legs and lithe arms enfolding him.  Their

juices became too much for her to hold; their virtual life fluids

flowed freely over them and the bed.  



     And this, too, was good.



     With utter joy, they lay spent in each others arms for more

than a half an hour, gazing into each other's joyful face. 

Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally engaged.



     Sandy squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, "Jim, it has

never been like this before.  Can we keep this moment?"  The

rhetorical question went unanswered.



CONTINUATION # 4 - JIM'S FANTASY







     As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, the world departs. 

Only Sandy and Jim are left to enjoy paradise together.  Peace

descends.

CONTINUATION # 5 - JIM'S DESIRE



     With the kindest possible affection for the reader, I must

implore you to not pursue this "continuation."  Jim has expressed

his sincere desire to continue the elaboration on this special

birthday present in the only suitable means - REALITY.  He says

words have little meaning.  The things of real importance are

silence, sight, touch, smell and feeling, but these only when the

lovely and beautiful countenance of the heavenly vision - Sandy -

 is present.  So if you are interested in this continuation

option, please make arrangements to have Sandy accept Jim's

offer.  Otherwise this version will forever be lost to Mankind

and may only be shared in the imagination of Jim and his Maker.



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