Birthday Present, The · Part 2 (2/2)
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assion were rapacious soaked up by the towel, never giving them a chance to caress the breasts which had so charmed to his fingers. Sandy's soft and delicate arms enfolded the stricken Jim. His arms reaching around to embrace Sandy's beautiful body.
For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of the love two mortals could possibly engender.
While the reader ponders this moment I will offer a special treat, I hope. Because different people have different desires at different times I will allow you to choose your own "ending" (how I hate that word!) to this scene of beauty. But first I must apologize for being such a fumbling and incompetent as to expect to write with words the beauty of silence and touch and sight and feeling. Forgive me, Dear Reader.
Now for the continuation. You have four choices (yes, yes, you may read all of them):
1) Real-life 2) A story-book 3) Sandy's fantasy 4) Jim's fantasy 5) Jim's desire. CONTINUATION # 1 – THE REAL-LIFE ENDING
As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, Reality awakes. Sandy rises, turns off the VCR and urgently searches out Ken. At the exact same instant Jim wakes up in his corner of his own bed.
. CONTINUATION # 2 – A STORY-BOOK ENDING
He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.
"Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D."
With that he unzips his pants and reveals a gigantic cock throbbing with lust. He grabs her by the hair and thrust her face into his ram-rod. Take it in, all the way in. She was awe- struck at the enormous proportions. It must have been eighteen inches in length and easily three inches across.
"I can't do that. I'd choke." At those words her rammed his staff into her gaping mouth. He forced his way as far down her throat as was possible. His hands forcible masturbating his erect cock.
When he was near climax, he threw her to the bed. He gathered a leg in each hand and yanked them over her head so her knees were by her chest. He fell on her with a vengeance, the stark shaft pounding its unholy way into her tight hot box. Her cunt was shocked by the intrusion, but the juices flowed freely as she fought to extricate herself from his firm grip.
A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance as she cried out is agony, "OH, God, you are killing me, OOOOOOHHHH…….. AAAAHHHHH."
Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at another out burst from her, "NO! Don't take it out. I want that thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to me."
But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.
For fifteen minutes he pumped away at her. Near the end of his monstrous strokes, punctuated by cries of delight from Sandy and groans of animal lust from him, exceeded twelve inches. As his cock withdrew little streaks of blood could be seen as a sign of the cruel, but welcome, forcible entry of the rigid steel cannon of power.
As she, screamed, "More, more, fuck me more," he rose to the task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling towards the breaking point.
Then he withdrew his manhood. As she desperately struggled to grab the gigantic cock to put it back inside of her, he threw her hands aside and fell full force on her. The force rammed all eighteen inches to her very soul. The hot flood of cum spurted inside of her in a stream, a never-ending torrent. The wad was so great it bubbled from her punished cunt as she cried as in death.
He grunted in satisfaction and got up. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Now lick me off.". CONTINUATION # 3 – Sandy'S FANTASY
Sandy could feel the steady growth of Jim's imposing rod. Jim rolls off tearing the towel with him. Sandy is revealed in all of her wondrous beauty. His firm delicate breasts inviting the cupped hands of Jim to cradle them. He encircled them, his thumb and forefinger gently grasping the erect and awaiting nipples. Her hands quickly fling Jim's clothes to the far winds exposing Jim and a wondrous instrument, a full twelve inches of throbbing manhood. The breadth brought Sandy upright she desperately tried to grasp and hold it firmly in one hand, but found it could not be done, for it was a full pounding three inches in diameter. Her sharp intake if breathe brought with it, "Magnificent! How could you have kept this from me for so long."
For many moments Sandy explored in wonder the marvelous tool of love. Expertly she allowed her hand to gently caress the astounding rod. As she eased her hands around his penis, Jim, encouraged, renewed his fondling of her breasts.
Sandy felt giddy with power. But she also felt giddy with lust. She wanted this massive staff of life in her, all the way inside of her.
Already she was causing the single-eyed monster to tear. Gently she spread the sticky moistness around with her finger tip, trembling all of the time. A gentle hand from Jim brought her back to reality.
"Remember my promise," he whispered as he knelt before Sandy and let his soft warm hands creep down to the creams soft fur of Eros' triangle and the enveloping folds around the grotto of Amor. He gently caressed the delicate pink-white flesh surrounding this heaven-on-earth with his fingers, followed by the ethereal touch of his hot damp tongue.
Sandy was not sure what to do. At first, she said, "Enough", but Jim would not hear of it, as his gentle tongue found her clitoris. Shock-waves of passion boiled up in her. It was too much. She gently held his head in her arms and lay back to enjoy it.
She had always thought that a man's tongue was rough, like her own, but this didn't feel that way. Jim was exceeding gentle. A few gentle flutters on her clitoris would raise Sandy's lovely, smooth, curved buttocks off the bed in pure ecstasy. Then he would descend and send his tongue deep into her vagina. That deeply delicious, warm moist cavern of sensuousness. A few long, slow and deep strokes would fire Sandy to fever pitch, then he would shift back to her lovely little pink clitoris, enflame with passion. In between he would wonder all around her pubic area, pausing here and there to devote particular attention. The feelings being generated inside Sandy were unmistakable and uncontrollable and delicious.
"You are getting all of the fun, Jim," cried Sandy as she lifted his head, with difficulty. "Let me play, too."
Placing Jim at arms length, she again let her hand slid down to the gorgeous penis taking in all the various dips and curves formed by veins filled to capacity, her hunger for it overtook her curiosity. "I will not settle for the my inability to totally feel this wondrous creature with my hands, it must be absorbed in me, become a part of me."
Jim climbed up on the bed, swinging his ever-imposing manhood with him. She leaned back seductively bringing her lovely legs up to her chest, opening her treasure trove for the mad stampede of the raging bull. Jim leaned over grasping both lovely breasts in his warm hands, cupping each gentle, and kissed each risen nipple. Opening his mouth they exchanged erotic acts, he being the orifice and she being the erect tool. When he rose he said, "One more thing, before I enter heaven."
As he again lowered himself to explore orally the tunnel of love, Sandy, cried, "Let me go with you." She quickly twisted around so that he could continue his libations at the fountain of love while she could attend to the care of the stark beauty poised erect from Jim's groin. Not only was it staring her square in the face, but the dangling testicles were drooping, begging to be fondled. She gently explored each full-to-bursting sack. Trying to capture the elusive contents was sheer joy. No matter where she went she never took her eyes off of the one eye before her. Even the delightful sensations initiated by Jim gentle tracing of the contours of her mons did not detract her from her fascination.
Quietly she whispered, "I want him now, Jim. I want you inside of me now." He turned and sat cross-legged before her, soaking up the exquisite beauty lying before him.
"As I said before, on a lesser occasion, 'The Creator made a appalling mistake when He disallowed us to make wonderful, passionate love remotely so we could see our beauty, the beauty of the human body.'"
She sat up in front of him. As Jim reached out to gently cup her small, luscious, perfectly formed breasts in his warm hands, Sandy extended her hand and caressed his nipples. A slow, fervent kiss, miraculously the first one, exchanged lips several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly found hills and valleys of each other. Their nipples, rigid, her's being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Jim. He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Their fingers continued to enjoy their romped in paradise, as children at play.
One of his hands crept up to stroke Sandy's short, soft hair and fell lovingly to gently caress the back of her neck and ears. Soon one abandoned its quest and stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to her pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still dripping wet with Jim's saliva and her warm, luscious and sweet vaginal fluids. He gently traced the contours of her pubic mound and tangled his fingers lovingly in her hair. He leaned over and plucked a small, perfect, red rose from a vase next to the bed and wound the stem amongst the fur. He then tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.
Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest and arms and followed the soft fur down towards the deep and dark nether regions. As she reached the mound of soft hair surrounding his rigid stalk. It responded with a start. The quivering rod stood proudly and majestically upright in the forest for Sandy to see and hold. It was a marvel. With supreme sensitiveness she slid the foreskin back to expose the glistening head. Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and followed it up to the narrow closed orifice. Oh, so, gently she lifted his forbidding penis up and looked it head on.
Her soft fingers then touched a large serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering lazily as she went. When she reached the root, the source of the enormous organ's strength, she extended her hand until she nearly enveloped the rigid staff. The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles. In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable. As she valiantly tried to capture and hold one Jim caused her to start.
Again he had found her clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower, seat of driving passion. But not until after he had deliciously sought the hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. Jim's fluids was perfect to moisten and lubricate his touch. With exquisite care and tenderness he surrounded her exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice and tip. Sandy gave a reflex intake as he reached the tip. Her moans were equalled only by his. Jim dallied with trembling hand as shivers of passion waved through Sandy's graceful body.
Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on each other as they shared this exquisitely lovely and passionate moment. As their soft and gentle frolicking continued their breathing meshed into one.
Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time did their eyes wander from each other, being constantly focused on their finger's meandering, awed by the innocent and sweet "children" at play in their enchanted meadow.
As one they looked at each other as if to verify that their time was now. The electricity of the moment was awesome.
As one Sandy lay back invitingly and Jim gentle covered her. He wrapped his arms joyfully around her, she around him. Except for their genitals, they were as one.
"Now, Jim!" And she raised her gorgeous limbs around his sturdy back. As she reached down to grasp the enormous penis once more with her hands, he whispered, "You don't need to. He will find the way. How could he help it."
Gradually this organ of giant proportions lowered to the duty at hand. As if guided by a supernatural power, it gently rolled around the furry mound, as if sniffing for the opening. A faint flicker of motion would cause the shaft to pull away from Sandy's beckoning hearth, but it would quickly return.
Then, after what seemed to be an eternity, the magnificent organ sensed the end, or the beginning as better describes the situation. He rested, like taking a deep breath, just above the vaginal opening. But before dropping down, he sought out a friend, the ever-present, ever-patient clitoris. A quick peck on her lips, and a return engagement brought shudders of passion to Sandy as she cried, "Now, come in, now, Jim." One last drawn out embrace of the glowing clit by the gentle monster was the farewell. Slowly he traced the smooth path down to the warm embrace of the labial lips, now parted and awaiting. "Come in, my friend," they seemed to say in delicious anticipation of the impending union.
A gentle prodding by Jim started the long trip home. The lips gentle caressing his splendid penis as it entered. They stroked the silky and slimy-clean shaft as a steady, urgent, but gentle, pressure lodged the giant.
At that moment Sandy selfishly restrained him from his appointed task, saying, "I want to say good bye to him." Her hands again surveyed all of that splendid shaft and the bubbling sack of life attached. The brief dally she had had with the throbbing penis with her mouth had endowed it with welcome lubrication. More was to come.
"Good bye, magnificent one, God speed."
Jim's fantastic and warmly glowing penis entered the glory cave. The journey home, into the warm, dark, moist cavern of joy, had begun. With nearly imperceptible movement they began the dance of love that could only end their delight.
Then, when with obvious reluctance the engorged and turgid penis, the majestic staff of life, emerged from its friendly and comfortable home, Sandy cried, "Put him back, please come back in. Fill me up." She slowly and lovingly wrapped her gorgeous, her perfect legs envelopingly around Jim's loins to enhance her determination. Jim's stout penis reacted with joy when Jim felt the encouragement. And, after only a short moment, the penis Sandy so dearly sought disappeared again with relish into the inner reaches of pleasure.
Again he came forth and reentered, each time imperceptively further home. Each removal, sheer agony; each return, utter elation. After a few well-controlled thrusts Jim entered for good the sacred Grotto of Love. While he tenderly, but dogged, stroked in deeper, out reluctantly, Sandy tighten and relaxed her grip on his pelvis with her legs.
Breathlessly, Sandy exclaimed, "Welcome home, my fine penis. Come inside and enjoy the comforts of home. You are always welcome." Then in holy silence they continued their dance of praise to the heavens for the wonderful gift of love. No two could have been closer to the heavenly kingdom than Sandy and Jim at this moment. And it was good!
Both Sandy and Jim groaned in unison as the marvelous tool sunk deep into her safe haven. Jim's initial short, lusting-animal jabs magically transform into long, exquisitely-deep, impassioned caresses. As each stroke lengthened Sandy could feel Jim's glorious penis grow and expand to fill her. The feeling was overwhelming. Sandy cried out in passion for Jim. "Deeper, Jim, deeper. I want all of you in me. Fill me with your whole self, Jim." Sandy's lovely legs guided Jim's active loins to ensure his continuance. With cautious insistence she hurried Jim along his well laid path.
As the determined rhythms of their rocking pelvises gradually increased in intensity, their breathing took on a certain urgency. With the heavy breathing their pelvic driving followed suit. The dogged clutch-release of Sandy exactly tuned to the earnest thrust-lingering withdrawal of Jim's hips. His magnificently sturdy and shimmering penis, never flailing, begged to remain inside Sandy, but it was not to be…yet. The fluid noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak and their passionate breathing were the only sounds.
Precisely on cue their breathing became more like grunts and groans as the heated motion of their bodies became more spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained. Jim's strokes, beginning so long ago as imperceivable flickers where now long, slow, superb strokes of at least six inches. Where all of his manhood went was totally lost on the lusting two.
As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a casual observer) the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. Sandy attempted to control the fantastic thrusts of Jim, just to make them linger, but to no avail.
Finally, she conceded, "Enough, Jim. I am finished." Then, for one instant Jim withdrew his towering, flaming rod and then blindly plunged himself to the hilt into Sandy. This last gigantic heave brought Jim into the previously unreached inner sanctum of Sandy. Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and guttural primeval cry. Sandy fought her urge to scream and only partially succeeded. A shrill wail of ecstacy bubbled from her lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished! Bring it back." Their simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous mass of semen, seemingly Jim's total life's energy, spewed forth to penetrate every cranny.
As he strove to extract the last vital drop in her, she cling for dear life with her graceful long legs and lithe arms enfolding him. Their juices became too much for her to hold; their virtual life fluids flowed freely over them and the bed.
And this, too, was good.
With utter joy, they lay spent in each others arms for more than a half an hour, gazing into each other's joyful face. Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally engaged.
Sandy squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, "Jim, it has never been like this before. Can we keep this moment?" The rhetorical question went unanswered.
. CONTINUATION # 4 – JIM'S FANTASY
As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, the world departs. Only Sandy and Jim are left to enjoy paradise together. Peace descends.. CONTINUATION # 5 – JIM'S DESIRE
With the kindest possible affection for the reader, I must implore you to not pursue this "continuation." Jim has expressed his sincere desire to continue the elaboration on this special birthday present in the only suitable means – REALITY. He says words have little meaning. The things of real importance are silence, sight, touch, smell and feeling, but these only when the lovely and beautiful countenance of the heavenly vision – Sandy – is present. So if you are interested in this continuation option, please make arrangements to have Sandy accept Jim's offer. Otherwise this version will forever be lost to Mankind and may only be shared in the imagination of Jim and his Maker.
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