Almost immediately I felt the presence of a warm body first leaning over me and then kneeling next to me, causing the mattress to flex. "Go to hell, Joyce. Can't you see what you've done.... And me, too, sorry," I muttered.

But Joyce didn't see fit to leave for I felt her warm hand rest on my butt. Her hand rested there, unwelcome, but warm, and, almost, rough.

In irritation I started to roll over, but I felt myself in an iron grip. This was not Joyce! As I felt myself being crushed under the weight of a heavy male body, I cried, "No, Jo..." but before I could get the words out a hand shoved the pillow back into my face.

Hot breath caught the back of my neck and ear, along with the words, "Whatever I want, is this." And I felt my legs being pried apart by a sexually driven man. His stout and rock hard cock fell against my bottom.

"Steve!" gushed from my smothered mouth.

"Quiet, Love. Joyce is still around somewhere. I just can't stand seeing your beautiful body lying here without wanting to join with it, and you. I want to be inside of you, a part of you, to be one with you. I want to be slow and follow you along the long, long trail to ecstasy, but my body is out of control. Forgive me, Wonderful Alice. Forgive me."

A flood of passion enveloped me once again. It felt like it had been in limbo. It rushed upon me with all of the fury of a tempest. Already I was higher than I had been, even with John, who never let me climax, or with Joyce. Or even when Steve and I used to make mad passionate love at home with no worries from the kids. In one fraction of a second I was sailing beyond my greatest fantasies.

I could do nothing with Steve lying on me, but I didn't have to, even though I wanted to roll over and hold him close to me. His hand had released the pillow and along with the other one had slipped around to my yearning breasts and were like little children at play. He hadn't done that in years.

Then his knees slipped under my thighs and raised my belly off the bed a few inches. As I lifted I felt his manhood slip down beneath me until it rested comfortably in my labia, just snuggling up to my warmth. Very deliberately he began to stroke in and out rubbing that delightful organ against my clitoris, sending me beyond my wildest dreams.

I wanted to hold myself so we could cum together, but it was on me before I could do anything. It was utterly unbelievable. Over and over I tumbled in the heavens, awash in sensual fluids, enveloped in sweet scents, sensations cursing through my body that were truly obscene, truly wonderful, truly of God. All went black, then red, then white, then all colors of the rainbow.

Still he repeated his ministering to my privates. Feeling, caressing, loving. The pounding in my ears drowned the sweet nothing pouring in them from his honeyed lips. I could breath no more. "I am dying," I thought. But I didn't care. I see what God has in store for me in the next life. It couldn't be better than this. "I'm coming, Lord. I'm coming," I cried.

Somewhere along about this time, be carefully abandoned his penile stroking and clumsily began searching for that Holy Grotto of Love. Steve had never made love to anyone like this so it was a new experience for him. But it hardly made any difference, as his mind and body were miles apart.

His mind was far, far away with Alive on her guided tour of God's Heaven; his body was flailing away, thrusting against yielding flesh desperately searching for the wonderful entrance to Nirvana. Somewhere in the far reaches of reality, Steve could feel his seminal fluid begin that irrepressible, unstoppable journey to the Promised Land. No where in his repertoire did he have the wherewithal to prevent this happening, try as he might.

But God is gentle with true lovers. In what seemed like a fraction of a second, but was in reality over ten minutes, Steve's massive erection not only found Alice's craving and joyously receptive vagina, but plunged its way to its very holy depths, withdrew, just to tease the human participants, descended again, teased, plunged, teased, plunged...

Both Alice and Steve, figuratively, lay back in their own reverie and applauded their beautifully formed bodies perform like no other lovers had ever done.

A twinge of pain tingled Steve's gonads. With an unearthly groan, Steve poured, no, shot his very soul into the eagerly awaiting receptacle of Alice. Their bodily fluids mingled just as their souls were doing already.

All Joyce could do, having been an admiring observer for the last twenty minutes was playfully bring herself to a climax, piteously insignificant compared to those she had just shared with Alice. With a moan of anguish, she reached down to gently clutch Steve's churning testicles and simultaneously gently place the other worshiping hand on Alice's turgid clit. "God, that must have been good," she wondered out loud to deaf ears.

She stood admiring and envying the two for several minutes before sighing and leaving the room. She thought, "If John hadn't left for the mainland, I might just have given him another chance. I wonder if I could get Steve to screw me. Naw, probably not. But maybe I'll try. He sure is good."

But Joyce abandoned the two exhausted lovers too soon.

Steve was the first to float back to the harsh real- world. Still feeling the tingling from the delightful exertions, he whispered, "I love you, Alice. I love the way you make love, but, Alice, I love you for what and who you are. I love you because you are kind and gentle and caring and nice. I could never love another like I love you, Alice, nor would I want to. Can we keep this forever?"

Well, how do you reply to this? Here is the one person in the universe I love more than all others. Here is a fantastic lover and wonderful friend. The only words that could be used in response. In my book, were these: "I love you, Steve. I want you, Steve."

But I did not have the chance, for to my amazement, Steve pulled his still erect and throbbing cock out of my vagina and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I want you, Alice, NOW!"

He carefully rolled off of me, I supposed so that he could turn me over. As I roll over he reached out with his strong arms and pulls me over to him, and says, "I don't have the strength to do it anymore, Dear Alice, but the desire is sure still here."

Like high school kids in the back seat of a car, we wrestled and thrashed around. The sensations of out electric bodies contacting and rubbing sent sparks coursing through us. After a few moments of aimless, but delightful, tussling, we found ourselves sitting upright cross-legged in front of each other, but teetering on the edge of the bed.

Steve, taking advantage of his superior strength, grabbed me by the shoulders and held me still.

"Stop, Alice, I just want to soak up some of your exquisite beauty," he murmured. Those were sure welcome words to me, but it almost seemed all of his beauty that I wanted to soak up was between his crossed legs.

"God made a mistake when he failed to design us to make mad, passionate love remotely so we could see the beauty of the human body," he said.

Speechless, I just smiled a silly grin at him.

Steve reached out to gently cup my small, but turgid, breasts in his warm hands. I extended my hand and caressed his nipples. We kissed, a slow, fervent kiss. Cautiously, at first, our tongues explored, as our hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly discovered hills and valleys of each other. Our nipples stood at rigid attention, straining towards each other. He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Our fingers continued to enjoy their romped resembling children at play.

One of his hands crept up to stroke my hair and fell lovingly to gently massage my shoulders and back of my neck; the other stole lower to my delicate, satiny smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to my pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still dripping wet with his seminal fluids. He gently traced the contours of my pubic mound and tangled his fingers lovingly in the hair. He tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.

My hands, far from idle, caressed his chest and arms and followed the soft fur down towards the deep and dark nether regions. As I reached the mound of soft hair surrounding his penis, which seemed to be preparing to explode from the violence stored inside. Even then it grew and expanded more as I amazed. It was a quivering rod, proud and majestic, upright in the forest for all to behold and admire.

I had never seen it so big, even in bygone years. My finger traced the edges of his prick around and followed it up to the closed orifice. Oh, so, gently I lifted his forbidding penis up and looked it head on. My fingers then touched a large serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering lazily as I went.

When I reached the root, the source of the enormous organ's strength, I extended my hand until I totally enveloped the rigid staff. The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles. In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable, yet amazing full considering what they had just expended. As I valiantly tried to capture and hold one Steve caused me to start.

He had found my clitoris, my blood-rich bud, flower, seat of driving passion, but not until after he had deliciously sought the hidden depths of my creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. His fluids, unknowingly added to John's torrent, was the perfect moistener, lubricator, for his touch. With exquisite care and tenderness he surrounded my exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice and tip.

I gave a reflex intake as he reached the tip. My moans were equaled only by his. Steve dallied with trembling hand as shivers of passion waved through my starving body.

Together we lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on each other as we shared this exquisitely lovely and passionate moment. As our soft and gentle frolicking continued our breathing meshed into one.

Imperceptibly we clung to each other. At no time did our eyes wander from each other, save the instant of that first touch of my clitoral tip, being constantly focused on our finger's meandering, awed by the innocent and sweet "children" at play in their enchanted meadow.

As one we looked at each other as if to verify that our time was now. The electricity of the moment was awesome.

Our eyes again dropped as I tried to untangled my legs. As I struggled, one of Steve's hands caressed of my neck and back, the other alternated between his tender stroking of my clitoris and sensitive probing of my warm cave of joyful love.

I couldn't leave that moment. I stopped trying to extract myself and reached down once again with one hand reached around Steve's back and pulled him closer, with the other I resumed that delightful game of tag with his testes.

As passion overtook us I slipped my hand up once more to his turgid, pulsing penis and as Steve gently opened my vagina I allowed the softly rounded head to run around the lips ever perceptually creeping closer to the warm, dark cave, as my flowing juices graciously covered the magnificently erect crown.

We both watched in utter amazement as the now self- activated penis followed the lead shown him. With faint help from either of us the splendid shaft slowly sank out of sight. As if watching departing friends, we gave pause when he was totally immersed inside of me.

It had never felt like this with Steve before. I had thought that making love to Steve had left no new ground to cover. Oh, how wrong I was. This was a totally different world. Not only was his penis significantly bigger it seemed to give off a sensation in my womb like he, or no man, had ever done before. It wasn't heat or electricity or anything that I could put into words. But it was exquisite.

Only then did we look up to gaze into each other's eyes. It was a moment we both wished we could have preserved forever. I thought, "Darn, now, the best part is over?" Little did I know.

We snuggled closer, remaining locked, totally engaged.

Obviously he intended to pull me over on him, but the initial movement sort of broke the moment. When I felt that intense penis shift slightly inside of me I writhed in ecstasy and uttered a delighted squeal.

We fell to one side and in the ensuing, but delectable, struggle his legs slip off the bed. He reached up and with his strong arms pulls me down to his chest, planting a moist, passionate kiss on my lips. His flamboyant tongue snaked into my mouth to determinedly wander and search, just as his stallion-cock explored my vagina.

My legs were nearly off the bed so I pulled them up until they were just below Steve's armpits. This sudden movement caused him to slip out of me. We both gasped simultaneously. I tried to recover by slipping back on him, but his cock had jerked uncontrollable at the same instant I had lowered myself and I wound up resting my still dripping genitals on his flat hard abdomen.

I could feel his unbelievably turgid penis pulsing against my butt. The old Steve was no spring chicken and for a long time now we have had to wait several hours between love sessions before he could get another erection. I liked this new Steve.

Taking a hint from his previous actions I snuggled my pubes down against swollen cock.

I leaned up so that I was kneeling over him and reached down to fondle his cock once more. But this time I pulled up and hunched back down over Steve resting my pubes on his cock, now. I could feel every manly inch of it stretched out along my perineum and labia. It shoved against me with an astonishing ferocity. It took almost my entire body weight to press it against Steve's belly. His grunt of pain caused me to ease up and allow it to rise a little.

I wanted Steve in me more than I have ever wanted anything before, but I have always been a tease. I guess my true nature took hold, because I slowly began a sensual undulation up and down along his distended cock. At the end of each stroke I could feel him jerk, obviously battling to gain entry to the home we had so lovingly prepared.

I was no longer master of my own body. It became seized with a passion far outweighing anything it had seen before and stroked that colossal organ until Steve was out of his mind. My labial lips hungrily enfolded that monster. The sensitive inner surface nestled over each turgid vein. The feeling was like none I had ever felt before.

I could have continued like this for hours, but poor Steve was obviously panicking. He struggled to get me off of him, but since he was half off the bed he couldn't get any leverage.

If the situation had been different I would have laughed out loud. I was virtually raping Steve, as close to masturbating him as you can get, something he never would have allowed. I was controlling the events. I was dominating. All of this being perpetrated by a woman who needed to be dominated. I was the one who wanted Steve to fuck all the time, but I had to convince him so that he would "take" me. I was an enigma. Well, Steve wanted to screw me now and I wouldn't let him. I couldn't help myself.

That is, I couldn't, but someone else could. I felt a gentle and warm, but resolute hand on each hip, slowly lift me up until Steve's magnificent cock sprang to attention beneath me. I held the position for a moment as the hands left me. I couldn't help but follow Steve's eyes as he looked down between us.

There was Joyce's sensitive hand curled around Steve's erection trying to guide it to my awaiting vagina. I couldn't help noticing that that was not all she was doing, however. To truly guide it in place she would have to hold her hands still and push or pull it the right way. Her hands were slowly moving up and down the shaft and only slightly pushing it up towards me.

I glanced in apprehension at Steve, figuring he would have a bird, but his facial expression did not show the slightest sign of concern.

We both heard, but ignored, Joyce whispering, "God, it feels so good. It is so hard and hot. Mmmmmmmmm!"

One hand slowly released its grip and slid up to rest on his prick. She gentle massaged it as Steve groaned in seeming agony.

"Put it in quickly. I can't hold much longer," he moaned.

Jerking to reality, Joyce again grasped that horse-cock and forced it forward and place her other hand on my butt to encourage me to lower myself. Her guidance was not limited to pressing me down either, for it was in constant motion caressing and kneading and searching.

"Now," she cried, "Take him now."

Trusting fully her judgment I fell heavily on Steve and felt his immenseness enter and be engorged by my ripe vagina. The sensation was delicious. I faintly heard Joyce gasp in encouragement. I knew her hand, not still on my rear, and I found out later that she continued to stroke Steve's cock on the up stroke and knead his testicles when he was inside of me. (We did thank her, by the way, but it was later, much later, but that is another story.)

I was not slow or gentle, I was possessed and wanted to feel him violating my body with his organ. I pushed hard against him and felt his hardness fill me. Oh, the sensations were coming fast now. I moved up and down almost off completely and rammed down again. He may have felt I was in danger of hurting one or both of us with my movements as he gently took hold of my hips and began guiding me to a slower motion. That too was wonderful. My muscles began to tighten even more around his member when he was buried in me.

My motions were not just up and down either, but horizontally forward and backwards, and sideways, and around in a circle. It was exquisitely difficult to raise off of him, to allow his prick to leave my yearning vagina, so I lifted slowly as I moved my hips backwards allowing his withdrawing cock to contact deliciously with my clitoris. The sensations were unspeakable. When fully withdrawn I would then fiercely ram down and forwards onto him again allowing him to careen manfully back to the hilt.

Once I was fully engorged with him I would rest on him and wiggle my hips a second feeling him lurch and pulse inside. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Would that this great joy never end.

The tightening spasms became more angry and forceful and I knew I had totally surrendered to this animal act. I must have made incoherent sounds as my whole body began to shake with a very powerful orgasm. Surely he was getting very close, too. He again tried to slow the pace, but I had this feeling that if we slowed, then it would end, whereas if we continued at this desperate tempo it could last forever.

But I also wanted to feel him explode his hot sperm deep inside of me. I wanted to feel his pleasure and know that there was unbelievable magic here for him, too. If I could have stepped aside and surveyed the situation I would never have felt that doubt, but it was impossible for me, at that time, to believe that there was any pleasure left available to anyone else in the entire world.

My vaginal muscles tighten on him, seemingly to strangle the very vitality from him, but his erection seemed not only to survive, but thrive on the super- human forces I was involuntarily exerting on him.

I vainly wanted him to join me in this expression and experience of love created by God for just the two of us, but I still felt alone. How could this be shared? I desperately wanted to milk his climax, emanating from his burgeoned testicles and driven outward into me, to be directed at the very center of his being as well as mine.

From somewhere out in the earthly world I could imperceptibly hear voices, one was high and feminine, moaning in a singsong fashion in perfect unison with our flailing and the soft stroking on my lower back and buttocks and thighs (and elsewhere), and the other was a low rumbling groan from Steve expressing in no uncertain terms that he wanted to join me, but couldn't. The only real words I could comprehend were, "Wait for me" and "Help me," both uttered with a pathetic desperation that would have brought tears to mortals, if there were any present.

I vaguely sensed a change, as Joyce's tender hands disappeared. I scarcely would have noticed, except almost immediately I felt another warm body descend on me as I was pumping away. This body was warm and alive and heavy and ... hairy. It was Jake.

Later, Joyce explained that Jake had returned to the scene of his earlier conquest, apparently drawn by the scent of lust. It took little imagination on her part to figure a way for the obviously willing stud to join the fun, although she said she was tempted to take him for herself. It also took little encouragement on her part to assist Jake up and over my backside.

For an instant I was afraid the spell had been broken as the huge dog, not being the gentleman that Steve was, set upon his task with not the faintest hint of tact. His erection, no doubt assisted by Joyce, who was probably getting into practice for some future exercise, was apparent immediately. The already familiar stanchion began immediately to poke and stab at my firm backside, and none too cautiously. Steadying hands finally guided that dripping rod to that abode that would proceed to work miracles on the poor beleaguered Steve and would drive me to even higher reaches.

It was clear that Steve didn't know what was going on for as soon as Jake had penetrated my anus to his fullest, it must have taken him all of two awful strokes, he grunted out, "My God Alice, what are you doing? You are going to drive me insane. You are going to kill me. I can't take any more. I am dying. I am cumming. Aaaaggghhhh!"

But it was not quite over, but almost. 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.

As their exertion approached the agonizing stage the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. I attempted to control our fantastic thrusts, just to make them linger, but to no avail.

I grunted both in satisfaction and exertion. It was on me. That terrible, terrible climax of all of our Holy exertions was upon me. For an instant my body stopped in mid motion, Steve's bursting cock rested with the prick just tucked against my labia, Jake still pumping like the mad dog he was at that instant. I felt a brilliant blinding radiance shine down on me as my vagina contracted around Steve's prick virtually forcing it out. Was this how it was going to end?

In that instant, when I thought all was lost, Steve let out a deafening roar and he pulled me down on him. My vagina relaxed, cooperatively for that split second, and I felt him surge and swell. Simultaneously, with a piteous cry Jake forced himself deep to the brooding depths of my colon and ejaculated with an astounding force that shook my bowels, and then, immediately began to swell.

As I felt his surging penis erupt with a fiery inferno that must be called Mons St. Alice, Steve vented another monstrous and guttural primeval cry. I unsuccessfully fought an urge to scream, as a shrill wail of ecstasy bubbled from my lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished! Bring it back."

Our simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous mass of semen, seemingly Steve's total life's energy, spewed forth to penetrate every cranny. As he strove to extract the last vital drop in me. Our juices became too much to hold; our virtual life fluids flowed freely over us and the bed.

It felt like forever as he, no, they, spurted repeatedly, endlessly, each ejaculation as potent as the previous.

My only distinguishable words were a heart-felt prayer, "OH MY GOD! THANK YOU!"

My prayer of thanks was answered with the triggering of a second and more startling climax. A flood of heavenly stars rained down on Steve and I as we sailed off forever to God's perfect Garden of Love.

Life would never be the same for either of us, thank God. Until the end of our days we will joyously search for the duplication of this unbelievable experience. What better Heaven than this. With utter joy, we lay spent in each others arms for almost forever.

It makes little difference to the reader if our search for a repeat was ever successful. Fortunately, exploring for it was quite worthwhile on its own merit. Try it some time, my friend.