Affairs/present
                                          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.

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                       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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