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Here are another 143 or so stories. I am cleaning my hard drive and getting rid of stuff I don't use anymore.
I have about 500 of them and will post them as I can convert them to  text
from Wordperfect.
Comments Welcome.
Enjoy

BJ




                             BACK HOME ON THE FARM

                      A Family Love Fantasy by Day Dreamer


         My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana.  Living
         out in the country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort
         of life for teenagers.  Since we had to ride the school bus,
         we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular
         school activities--it was off to school in the morning and
         back home right school was out. This schedule cut down on our
         opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us
         much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or
         romantic relations with others our age.  This wasn't that
         much of a problem to me--I was shy around girls, and being
         tall and skinny without much in the way of redeeming good
         looks, I probably would have had a hard time getting dates
         anyway.  Sis, though, was different.  She was pretty.  Well,
         in fact, she was more than pretty, she was downright
         beautiful.  Petite at five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long
         blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily
         gotten her elected to cheerleader, Beth could have had almost
         any boy in school if she had the opportunity and set her mind
         to it.

         Beth and I never played "doctor" or "you-show-me-yours-and-
         I'll-show-you-mine" games.  Oh, we sometimes talked about
         sex, but we never went beyond that point.  Our parents were
         very strict, and discussion or mention of sexual subjects was
         a family taboo.  That home atmosphere, together with a
         natural shyness we both seemed to have, prevented us from any
         type of overt sexual exploration with each other.

         This is not to say I wasn't interested in sex, because I was.
         The truth was that I stayed horny most of the time.  Since I
         had no opportunities to get rid of my horniness by dating and
         having sex with girls, I relieved myself by masturbation.
         Invariably, it was Beth I fantasized about when beating off.
         Even though I had never seen Beth nude, I had seen her in a
         bathing suit down at the creek and in shorts and halter
         around the house, so I could develop good mental pictures of
         what a naked Beth might look like.  These pictures filled my
         mind as I played my solitary sexual games.

         One day, though, when I was sixteen and Beth fifteen, I de-
         cided the mental pictures were not enough--I wanted to see in
         real life what Beth looked like without any clothes.  Since
         Beth never went around the house unclothed, I could do this
         only by peeking through the keyhole in the bathroom when she
         was taking a shower.  One evening our parents were out in the
         barn when Beth went into the bathroom and I decided to take
         advantage of the opportunity.  I waited until the shower
         started running and then went and stooped by the door and
         looked through the keyhole.  One of the floor boards outside
         the bathroom squeaked loudly when I stepped on it and I hoped
         Beth didn't hear it.  Apparently she didn't because she began
         to take the towel from around her body.  Just one second more
         and I would be able to see Beth's lovely body.  That second
         didn't come, though, because Dad shouted at me at just this
         time--yelling and raising hell all over the place.  Dad had
         come into the house without my hearing and caught me in the
         act of playing Peeping Tom.

         Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth and threatened a
         severe beating if I ever pulled a stunt like that again.
         This absolutely and completely embarrassed me, and I was
         almost afraid to look Beth in the eye.  She never mentioned
         it, though, and acted as if everything were okay.  Not once,
         in later life was the subject ever brought up.  Not once,
         either, did I ever try again to peep at Beth.

         Beth and I both finished growing up.  I went to college and
         so did Beth.  After we finished college, I got a job in Los
         Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia.  We saw each other only on
         visits back to the farm, and gradually we drifted apart, with
         occasional letters being our only contact.

         Neither of us married.  I don't know what reason Beth had for
         staying single, but my reason was shyness around girls and a
         rather plain appearance.  Also, in my mind the ideal girl was
         one just like Beth, and I could never find a girl that
         measured up to her standards.  We may have no longer been
         close to each other, but Beth was still very much in my mind.
         In my pleasure fantasies, it was still Beth I pictured.  She
         was my standard for female perfection and was the subject of
         all my masturbatory dreams.  I continued to keep a big-as-
         life picture in my mind of how she would have looked if I had
         been able to see her drop that towel those years before.

         Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and I
         buried them in a cemetery near the farm.  We didn't want to
         sell the farm house because it held so many warm memories for
         us, so we kept the house and several acres around it and sold
         the rest of the farm.  The property had substantially accrued
         in value, and we each got a good sum of money from its sale.

         Beth had been writing on a part-time basis and was pretty
         good at it, having sold several magazine articles.  She
         decided that the money from the property sale would give her
         the independence to quit her job and take up writing full-
         time.  She also decided that the farm house would be an ideal
         place for her to live while pursuing this career.  This would
         be a good arrangement for both of us--the house would be
         occupied and maintained Beth would have a comfortable place
         to live.  She offered to pay me rent on my half of the house,
         but I laughed her out of the idea, promising to make up for
         it by coming to visit her often enough to lay claim to my
         portion.

         Several months passed without our seeing each other.  We
         wrote often, though, our friendship being renewed by our
         recent mutual experiences.  In every letter she invited me to
         come visit, but my schedule never seemed to allow it.
         Finally, though, I got a breather in my work and decided to
         take some vacation--two whole weeks to go back home to the
         farm, laze around, and visit with Beth.

         I arrived at the farm on a Saturday afternoon.  It was an
         exceptionally warm May day, with the sun beating down and the
         temperature in the high 80s.  When I drove up, Beth was out
         working in her garden.  She had her back turned to me when I
         first got there and was bending over some plants.  All she
         had on was a pair of brief running shorts and a halter that
         was little more than a skimpy bra.  I was presented with a
         picture of the most stunning female backside I could ever
         recall seeing.  Beth's square shoulders sloped downward to a
         narrow waist and then curved out into perfect round, firm
         buttocks.  She was still a sylph of a girl, as petite and
         well-shaped as she was when we were in high school.  The only
         way she might have changed was in her breasts: they seemed
         even larger and more full than they were then.  <And why not,
         she was a more mature woman than she was then, and her body
         would have grown even more mature> I thought to myself.

         Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of our
         teenage years together.  She was still as beautiful as she
         was then, was still the perfect specimen of femininity.  All
         my fantasies came rushing back to me and caused my face to
         flush in embarrassment at myself.  <Jimmy, just because
         you're a thirty-four-year-old virgin doesn't give you license
         to lust after your sister> I thought angrily to myself.

         These thoughts were quickly swept away, though.  Beth had
         heard me drive in and stood up and turned to me.  <It just
         isn't fair for a guy to have a sister as beautiful as Beth> I
         ruefully told myself.  And beautiful she was.  Still no more
         than 100 pounds, with hair pulled back into a pony tail,
         shorts clinging tightly to her flaring hips, and a fair
         amount of cleavage showing above her well-filled halter, she
         could have passed for a teenager.

         When Beth saw it was me, she smiled and gave little pleased
         laugh.  She rushed out of the garden and ran up to where I
         was standing by the car.  At almost a dead run, she ran into
         my arms, pushing me back against the car.  She put her arms
         around my neck and hugged me tightly.  With her pushing me
         against the car, I could feel her breasts against my chest
         and her hips pressing against mine.  My reaction was
         immediate--almost instantaneously my cock swelled and filled
         the front of my pants.  <My God, what if she notices!  She
         will think I'm some sort of a pervert, getting a hard-on with
         his own sister> I thought.

         She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips.  "Jimmy,
         Jimmy," she murmured, "you've finally come to give your
         lonesome little sister a visit.  But just look at me!  I
         wasn't expecting you until later, and here I am in my work
         clothes, covered with dirt and sweat."

         "Beth, you still look good, no matter what you wear," I said
         softly.  <And does she ever!> I thought, noticing the way her
         nipples made little points in the front of her halter.

         "Jimmy, you're still just as sweet ever," she said, her face
         flushing slightly.  "But let's not stand out here in this
         heat.  Get your stuff and come on into the house where it's
         cool."

         I opened the car trunk, lifted out my suitcases, and followed
         Beth into the house.  With her only a few steps ahead of me,
         I couldn't help but notice her shapely behind.  Each buttock
         was firm and made little tick-tocking movements in her shorts
         as she walked.  Her legs were tanned and had very good muscle
         tone.  I decided that she must do a lot of gardening and
         other outdoor activities to keep herself in such good shape.

         "You're going to use your old room," Beth said. "I kept my
         old room and converted Mom and Dad's room to my writing
         studio.  Come on, I'll help you unpack."

         My room was much like I remembered it.  A floor-to-ceiling
         window, big pine dresser, and a double bed.  I put my suit-
         cases up on the bed and we took clothing out and put it in
         the dresser and closet.  As I turned away from the closet, I
         noticed Beth putting my Jockey shorts in the drawer. She was
         gently rubbing them, right across the front opening.  Beth
         saw me looking and a light blush flowed across her face.
         "Boy, your clothes sure got wrinkled in the suitcase, didn't
         they," she said with an embarrassed laugh.

         After we got all the clothes unpacked and put away and the
         suitcases put in the closet, Beth said, "Jimmy, you must be
         tired after that long drive.  Why don't you lie down and rest
         while I go take a shower to get rid of all my sweat and
         dirt."  She turned and left the room, giving me another look
         at her magnificent ass and her buttocks making their see-
         sawing motion under the thin fabric of her shorts.

         I pulled off my shoes and stretched out on the bad.  Closing
         my eyes, I tried to relax.  At just about this time, I heard
         the door to the bathroom close and water start to run.  The
         sound made me recall the time I tried to peep at Beth in the
         shower.  The memory of seeing Beth about to drop her towel
         and display her body in all its splendor had such an erotic
         effect on me that I became as rock-hard as I had been those
         many years ago.

         I remembered, too, that it was just the two of us in the
         house.  There were no parents to inhibit actions or yell
         about what they considered improper.  It fully dawned on me
         that there wasn't anyone to stop me if I wanted to get rid of
         my years of frustration over failing to see Beth nude.
         Without another thought, almost without volition, I got off
         the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom.  The
         keyhole was still there, and I could hear the shower running
         behind the door.  Beth was in that shower and I could finally
         realize my dream of seeing her nude.  The shower stopped then
         and it became quiet.  She would soon be stepping out of the
         shower, wet and dripping, with all her body available for my
         sight.  Quickly I stepped in front of the door, preparing to
         stoop and look through the keyhole.  Without warning, the
         floor emitted a loud squeaking noise.  Just as it had done
         those many years ago, the board in front of the door squeaked
         loudly enough to hear all over the house.

         Talk about deja vu!  All the shame I had felt as a teenager
         came rushing back to me.  I almost looked around to see if my
         father were there to lambast me.  I was filled with embar-
         rassment--I knew Beth must have heard the noise and that she
         would know exactly what it meant.  I stumbled back to my
         room, shut the door, and laid down on the bed.  Beth hadn't
         said anything the time it happened before; maybe she would
         just ignore this time too.

         In a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door.
         "Jimmy?" Beth's voice came in a whisper through the door.

         "Yeah, Beth, come on in."  <Well, here's where I catch it.
         May as well take it like a man.>

         Beth opened the door slowly and stepped into the room.  She
         was just like she was when I saw her through the keyhole
         those many years ago, covered only with a towel that extended
         from the top of her breasts to just below her pussy.  I
         wouldn't have thought it possible, but she was even more
         lovely than when had been a teenager.  My embarrassment faded
         with the vision, and I was filled with an overwhelming
         feeling of love and desire for Beth.

         I expected her to be angry, but she showed no sign of anger.
         Instead of her eyes being angry and glaring, they were warm
         and soft and there was a look of wonderment on her face.
         In a soft, little voice, Beth said, "Jimmy, were you peeping
         through the keyhole at me?"

         "I was going to, but the board squeaked, and I knew you heard
         me, and I got ashamed, and all I did was come back to my
         room, and I never did look," I managed to stammer out.

         "You REALLY wanted to look at my body?  You wanted to look
         when we were kids and now you STILL want to look?" she asked
         in that little-girl voice.

         All I could do was drop my head and nod it a little.  <She
         must really think I'm some kind of a weirdo to have kept such
         a fixation for so many years.  She'll probably insist I leave
         and never come back again.>

         "Jimmy, I heard the board squeak back when you tried to look
         at me before.  I knew you were peeping and I was glad.  I was
         going to take off the towel and let you see all of me, except
         Dad stopped the show.  Well, there aren't any parents around
         now, Jimmy, and you can look all you want."  Slowly, she
         untucked the end of the towel from the top of her breasts and
         loosened it around her.  She shrugged if off to the floor and
         she stood there in tableau, completely nude.

         My breath caught in a gasp.  She was stunning!  Her breasts
         were large and high, the nipples pointing outward and upward.  Her
         slight frame made them seem even larger than they were.  Her
         waist was thin, no more than twenty-two inches, and her hips
         swelled outward, forming a perfect frame for the center of
         her sex nestling between those thighs.  Unlike her mane of
         straight hair, her pubis was a matted sporran of kinky blonde
         hair.  It was a luxuriant growth that extended halfway up to
         her navel and downward on the inside of her thighs.  She
         turned around slowly and gave me a view of her backside.  Her
         ass was everything I had imagined it to be: firm, with
         rounded buttocks coming down to little crease lines at the
         tops of her thighs.  She leaned over to give me a better view
         and I could see the matted hair all between her legs and the
         lips of her vagina, moist and slightly pouting open.  My cock
         tented out the front of my trousers in reaction.

         She stood up and turned back to me.  "Do you like my body?"
         she whispered, her eyes drawn to the swelling at my groin.

         "Beth, you're absolutely gorgeous," I managed to get out.

         Tears flowed from her eyes and she started kissing me all
         over my face--on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose.  "Oh,
         Jimmy, I thought you didn't care.  Why do you think I never
         married?  Why I never went with boys?  None of them were as
         sweet and thoughtful as you.  No man has ever measured up to
         you, and I wouldn't settle for less."

         "But I'm just plain looking," I said.  "How could you have
         considered me so special?"

         "Looks don't matter--it's the heart that counts," Beth
         answered.

         "Oh, Beth, I've felt exactly the same about you.  YOU'RE the
         reason I haven't married.  I wanted someone exactly like you,
         but there's only one you.  I guess I was meant to love just
         you."

         "And you've been my only love," Beth whispered, lying down on
         the bed beside me.  We stared into each others eyes and she
         reached behind my head and drew it to her to kiss me again.
         Instead of my face, though, her lips went to mine.  The kiss
         was soft at first, then hungry and demanding.  Her tongue
         crept out and brushed back and forth against my lips.  I
         opened them and met her tongue with mine.  Tip to tip we
         stroked each other's tongue.  Hers became more insistent
          and moved into my mouth, slithering under my lip and into my
         cheeks.  I sought her mouth with my tongue and explored all
         her secret oral recesses.  Together, we lay there with eyes
         closed and mouths wide open, caught up in our deep soul kiss.

         My cock had already reached it's full tumescence and now it
         simply throbbed.  Beth had her arms around my neck and her
         body pushed against mine, so she could feel it pulsing
         against it, a telltale of my raging arousal.  She scooted
         down on the bed a little and pushed her groin against my
         throbbing manhood.  Soon she was pushing back and forward
         against it, in little movements that were pushing me higher
         and higher up the scale of passion.

         I moaned softly and ran my hands down her bare, smooth back.
         I stroked the indentation of the small of her back and then
         moved my hands down to globes of buttocks.  I kneaded them
         gently and found they were just as firm as I had imagined
         they would be.  My fingers moved into the crease between her
         globes and traced the line downward.  Beth raised one leg and
         draped it over my hip, giving me opportunity to seek out all
         her hidden secret places.

         She was moist and slick, her feminine secretions coating the
         space between her legs.  One finger found the beginning of
         her labial lips and insinuated itself into the crevice.  Beth
         moaned into my mouth as my finger wormed its way into the hot
         pit of her sex, seeking the gateway to heaven.  The explora-
         tion was successful and I slowly inserted my finger into
         Beth's hot internal region.  She bucked against my finger and
         then pushed against my jutting cock.  I slowly worked my
         finger out of the tightness of her hole and moved it upwards,
         seeking out her little nubbin of pleasure.

         I quickly found her clitoris, but it wasn't just a little
         nubbin--it was swollen and as big a pencil eraser.  In little
         circular motions, I brushed my fingertip across and around
         the swollen clit.  Beth gasped and clamped her thighs
         together, stopping my movements.  She broke the kiss and
         gasped, "Oh, God, Jimmy!  No more!  You're about to make me
         come, and I don't want to come this way."  She rolled off the
         bed and said, "Besides, it's my turn to see your body now.
         If it looks as great as it's been feeling, it's going to be
         super."

         She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it back.  I sat up and she
         pulled it out of my trousers and completely off me, tossing
         it to the floor.  Her hands went to my belt buckle, and
         she unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my
         trousers.  Slowly, she pulled down my zipper until it was at
         the bottom.  She used both hands in the process and gently
         massaged the bulge that lay under the zipper.  She went to
         the foot of the bed, grasped my pants legs, and started to
         tug them towards.  I lifted my buttocks up so that they could
         come free.  They came off and she tossed on top of my shirt.
         She removed each of my socks and added them to the pile.  She
         climbed up on the bed and straddled my shins, her hands going
         down to the top of my Jockey shorts.  "Now I get to see if
         you match my dreams," she said, and pulled the shorts down to
         where my pubic hair showed.  Her hands were trembling as she
         struggled to get my shorts off.  My cock had swelled out the
         front of the shorts and she had to stretch the waistband to
         its maximum to work the fabric over my swollen cock and
         balls.  Finally, she succeeded, and my cock sprung to
         attention, freed at last from its confinement.

         "Oh, my God!" she said softly.  She couldn't take her eyes
         from my eight-inch cock that was making little jerking
         motions in time with my heartbeat.  "It's magnificent.  My
         dreams were never this good," she whispered, reaching out her
         hands to touch and fondle my maleness.  She ran her finger-
         tips up and down the shaft and traced the contours of my
         scrotum.  Her fingers moved through the pubic hair that
         sprouted abundantly, and moved down between my thighs to
         stroke me there.  The whole head of my cock was slick and
         glistening with pre-cum, and a little drop escaped through
         the slit with each throb of my cock.  She put two fingers
         into the font and rubbed the head in little circles.  He
         fingers moved to the underpart of my glans and I gasped, my
         hips jerking involuntarily.  Beth then finished removing my
         shorts and now we were both completely nude, our bodies
         totally revealed to each other.

         Beth stretched out on the bed beside me.  We were each on our
         sides facing each other.  Silently, we looked into each
         other's eyes.  She reached out her hand and stroked my cheek.
         "Jimmy, I love you.  I've always loved you, and now I love
         you even more."

         "I love you, too.  I've fought against it, but it wasn't any
         use.  You've always been in the center of my dreams, and I
         guess I've loved you since we were kids."  I wrapped my arms
         around her and pulled her to me.  Our lips met in a soft,
         tender kiss.

         Tenderness soon grew to passion, though, and our kiss became
         more urgent.  Tongue fought against tongue, and our lips
         nibbled at the others.  My cock was pressed between our
         bodies and smeared both of us with seminal secretions.
         Beth's hips ground into me as she tried to get even closer.
         I pushed myself downwards and allowed my cock to move into
         the vee of Beth's thighs.  It parted her labia and the head
         made contact with her clitoris.  She held me even tighter and
         made little circular motions with her hips.  Her lips spread
         to their widest, circling my mouth, sucking on my lips.  Her
         breathing came in gasps and made little moaning sounds.  She
         pulled away and said, "I want you love me completely now.  I
         want you make a woman out of me, to do what I've wanted you
         to do ever since we were kids."

         "You're still a virgin?" I asked.

         "Yes," she whispered.  "I've been keeping it for the day you
         would take it.  I've known since we were kids that this would
         happen someday."

         "Beth, I'm still a virgin, too," I whispered into her ear.

         "Oh, Jimmy, you're so beautiful and sweet, and I love you so
         much for being a virgin."

         Beth pulled away from me and rolled onto her back.  "I can't
         wait any longer.  Make love to me, Jimmy.  Love me the way
         I've been longing for."

         I sat up and looking down at Beth stretched out.  She was so
         beautiful and tantalizing I was almost overcome with emotion.
         I would always want to love and protect her, and even under
         these conditions I had to think of her welfare.  "I don't
         have any protection.  What if you get pregnant?"

         "I won't get pregnant. I started taking birth control pills
         just as soon as I found out you were coming," she said with a
         little shy smile.

         I realized then that she had wanted me as much as I had
         wanted her.  My love for her overflowed and I whispered,
         "Ahhh, Beth."  Lovingly, I kissed her gently on the lips.
         The kiss trailed down to her neck and then to her breasts.
         Softly I lapped my tongue across one nipple and then the
         other.  With just the tip, I drew little circles around each
         nipple, tracing the pink crepiness of her areolae.  She
         arched her back up to my mouth and made soft "Mmmmmmmnnn"
         sounds.  My hand traced down the rounded contour of her
         abdomen and into the lush golden thicket of pubic curls.
         Parting the hair, my fingers found her secret crevice and
         gently stroked it.  She was wet with the hot flow of her
         arousal, and the crevice was a slippery slide down into her
         womanly depths.  With little feathery motions I ran my
         fingers up and down the furrow, stopping at the swollen bump
         of her clitoris.  Her hips moved up and down and gyrated in a
         circular motion.  Tremors ran through her body and she moaned
         softly, unable to resist the pleasure waves mounting higher
         and higher.

         "Oh, God, Jimmy! Now! Now!" she shouted.  "Do it now.  Put it
         in me now," she said in a moaning voice, trying to pull me on
         top of her.

         I quickly moved between her legs and spread them apart.  My
         cock was rigid and throbbing, poised just above her golden
         forest.  Her hips were thrusting up and down, and her Mount
         of Venus brushed against my cockhead with each upward push.
         Gently I pushed forward, prodding my glistening cockhead into
         the top of Beth's pouting slit, parting the labia.  She was
         hot and slick, and my flowing pre-cum increased the
         lubrication even more.  Taking my shaft in my right hand, I
         ran its head up and down the channel, pressing harder each
         time it grazed across Beth's swollen and beating clitoris.  A
         shudder ran across her stomach each time the clitoris was
         touched.

         Beth raised her knees high and humped her pubic mound up
         against my cock.  She worked her hips in circles, trying to
         position my cock for entry.  I probed my cock deeper into the
         fold, seeking the abode it was made for, seeking the entrance
         to her inner secrets.  Finally, there it was, and my cock
         dipped into the outer ring of Beth's torrid hole.  The whole
         head was engulfed in hot wetness and I paused in the sheer
         pleasure of the moment.  Beth opened her eyes and looked up
         at me.  In almost a strangled voice, she said, "Please,
         Jimmy, please.  I can't stand any more waiting."

         I pushed my hips forward and my cock slowly began to sink
         into Beth's hot channel.  I was expecting her to wince in
         pain, but she only frowned a little as my cockhead gently
         pushed aside the constriction of her maidenhead.  Soon, we
         were completely merged.  I was flesh of her flesh and she was
         flesh of my flesh.  Her frown lines disappeared and she
         released her held breath with a loud, "Ahhhhhh!."

         She reached behind my head and pulled my lips down to hers.
         Holding our bodies perfectly still, we kissed a long, deep
         kiss.  As we broke away, she reached out her tongue and ran
         it across and around my lips, lapping up the juices our kiss
         had left.  Tears welled up in her eyes and she whispered,
         "Oh, Jimmy, we're finally there.  You don't know how many
         times I've dreamed of this.  It's so good.  The real thing is
         so much better than the dream.  Now, make love to me.  Love
         me hard, and if it's a dream, I hope I never wake up."

         I slowly withdrew my cock from Beth's inner recesses,
         stopping when only the tip of the head was in place.  I
         lunged forward, driving my cock home with one long, swift
         movement.  I groaned aloud from the wave of pleasure that
         swept over me.  Beth said, "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, it's so good!"
         She pushed her hips up against mine and our bodies were
         pulled into full hot contact.  She lifted her legs up and
         wrapped them around my waist and her arms reached around my
         neck and held me tight.  Once against I retreated and
         attacked, and once against she matched my motions.  Soon we
         were rocking back and forward against each other.  I was
         moaning and so was she.  I was nearing my peak, and I could
         tell she was close to hers.

         Suddenly, Beth clutched me even harder.  Her hips moved in a
         feverish motion and the walls of her pussy grasped against my
         see-sawing cock.  She threw her head back and wailed,
         "Oh, God, I'm there!  I'm coming, I'm cominnnngggg.....!

         Then it hit me.  I hit the crest and then went into a
         freefall that seeming like it would never end.  My vision
         blurred and waves and waves of almost unbearable pleasure
         flowed outward from my groin to all parts of my body.  Spurt
         after spurt after spurt jetted into Beth, filling up and
         overflowing Beth's spasming pussy.  We were both trembling
         and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps.  Gradually, our
         motions slowed, and then we were still, making soft "Ohhhh"
         sounds.

         We both opened our eyes and looked into each other's face.
         Our lips drew together and we kissed a long, tender kiss that
         sealed our love forever.  No word needed to be spoken.  We
         both knew that there could be no other for either of us.


                 (A second chapter may follow someday)



