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 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 indescribability 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
hindrance.
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 isn'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
ecstasy, 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 equaled 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 ecstasy.
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 came 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 ecstasy 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 o
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