0 comments/ 69580 views/ 5 favorites What It's All About By: J.J. Every man, woman, child and anyone else over the of eight has heard the word "sex" and wondered about it. Children hear it described as something awesome and wonderful from their parents, the media, their friends, and a host of other places. Advertisements on billboards show virile men and exotic women hawking a product or idea. So, "What is it really?" In it's highest and simplest form it might be described as follows. "A harmonious coupling of a healthy man and a healthy woman in spirit, mind, and body." It has been described by some as as the ultimate human endeavour. In it's highest form, it should provide pleasure more intense than than any other human sensation, equally to the man and to the woman. As adults, with at least some experience in the matter of sex, one must wonder why we aren't all going around with a smile on our face - all the time. The answer is simple. We have simply not experienced sex in it's ultimate form; rather, in a lesser form, without appropriate portions of emotion [spirit], intellect [mind], and physical [biological] input into the activity. The fact is we are, none of us, perfect lovers. . .we have our hangups, we're not socially unblemished. We are not perfetly attuned to our lover. That does not mean that we who have risen to a 9.9 on a scale of 10 can not improve. . . . The sexual act without emotion, is devoid of any feelings other than sensation and can only be classed as recreational sex. Of course, if one is willing to settle for 2/3ds of the equation it can still be fun - but can never be enjoyed to it's ultimate extent. The sex act without intellectual stimulation leaves only the coupling of the body, i.e., sexual congress and is more simply called prostitution. It can never be more than a higher form of external masturbation. Of course, some are willing to settle for the sensation that it provides. It should be noted that a professional prostitute knows that they must try to induce some intellectual stimuli into their act if they are to be successful. So; then, we have a man and a woman, who are bonded socially, either by marriage or other commitment, who might wonder, "Is this all there is?" Most of us probably have. Men!, "Remember when you rushed your partner into premature coitus with a severe case of 'hot pants'?" In so doing you deprived your partner of the their ultimate pleasure. In so doing, you also deprived yourself. "Remember when you. . . . .?" Women! "Remember when you wanted to punish your man by not participating fully in the sexual act that you entered into willingly?" You deprived yourself; thence, your partner. "Remember when you ...?" So, there we have addressed the harmonious aspect of the relationship in the act. Neither the man or the woman can do much about their health but, let's face it, sexual intercourse and the events leading up to it involves strenuous physical activity coupled with a keen mind and unfettered spirit. In addition, obesity, poor hygiene, and feelings encumbered by mental aberrations will probably be distasteful to a partner. Now, "How do we we prepare for our sexual liaison?" Well, the obvious first thing is to make our body as presentable as possible, good hygiene and grooming as well as bathing are a must. Then, we must prepare our minds... think about all the matters relative to the act before you commit to it! If their are unresolved intellectual matters, resolve them before committing further. Preparing the spirit is much harder. . . .Are we really in contact with our spiritual side? Do your emotions, [including but not limited to lust] impel you towards further commitment? Once one has started down the path towards sexual intercourse the intellectual and spiritual matters will be distorted by lust. Latent and unresolved intellectual and spiritual values will manifest itself as guilt and detract from the ultimate enjoyment. Part II - ---------------------------------------------------------- So, "How does it all work?" Let's take Jack and Jill, two hypothetical people, married, couple of kids, financial worries and encumbered with busy, full lives. They are healthy and deeply committed to each other. It's Friday and Jill has had an easy day with the children at school and the household chores completed earlier in the week. By mid afternoon, she begins to think about Jack and fanticise about his body. She begins to feel a bit cosy and her groin and nipples are a bit sensitive. . . .an all together pleasant feeling. She considers masturbation briefly but rejects the idea, preferring to save herself for the evening with her husband. Then, she plans, simple meal on time, kids prepared for bed early, and the master bedroom decorated with flowers and a nice scent. She showers, prepares herself for the evening she anticipates and dresses in her sexiest dress. Her lust is now more evident and she revels in anticipation. In quiet moments she succumbs to the lusty feelings. At 6:30 p.m. Jack arrives home, a half hour late, dinner has been on hold for half an hour and Jack has had an emotionally draining day. The kids, who have been waiting for dinner have become unruly and Jill's evening is starting poorly. She serves the dinner and minds the kids as Jack eats in silence. After dinner, Jill does the dishes and cleans the kitchen; then, gets the kids tucked in. Jack has gone to be, sunbathed, and exhausted. By 9:00 p.m. Jill undresses, dons a heavy night gown, and goes to bed beside her husband who is sleeping soundly. In bed, Jill smells the stale body odor of her husband as she lies, frustrated, in bed. In an hour or so sleep comes. . . . At 5:30 a.m. Jack arises at his usual hour and jogs his usual two miles before returning to shower and shave. At 7:20 he puts the kids on the school bus and returns to check on Jill who sleeps peacefully in their bed. After making coffee and breakfast of scones and Irish Creme Jack removes his clothing and returns to bed where he cuddles up to spoon with his wife. As he lies next to Jill's warm figure he clears his mind of his business problems and lusts after his wife. The lust comes easy for him as he smells the sweet scent of her body powders and shampoo. Half an hour later, Jill stirs and wakes to find it well past her usual time for arising. "The Kids!" she says. "All taken care of," he says. "Breakfast in bed," she notes and suddenly relaxes into the arms of her lover. As the two lovers lay in their bed they do not immediately institute the sex act; rather, they begin to align themselves to each other. He looks into her eyes and she returns the look. They talk about controversial matters of the day and discount them, one by one. Now, attuned in mind and spirit, Jill goes to her morning shower and returns a few minutes later, totally nude. Jack admires her body with his lustful gaze. She turns and does a pirouette to show her nicely shaped features. In bed their bodies meet, him on his right side, her on her left, her breasts and thighs pressed against his. They kiss. The foreplay continues with greater urgency as they seek to attune themselves to each other. The caresses, the fondling, the sucking, the feeling all directed towards a perfect alignment of their bodies, minds and souls for the action they are about to undertake. Each new caress provides the partner with a new latent pleasure. Each suckle, or laving adds to their partners store of latent pleasure. After a particularly ardent kissing, licking and fingering of Jill's pussy Jack feels her breathing deepen and her body tensing. . . .it is time. As Jack raises himself over Jill on the bed he moves upwards, between her thighs and positions himself for the uniting of his cock and her pussy. A single, slow shove and Jacks tool slides home to the hilt. Her well lubricated channel accepts his tool with a loving tenderness and the lovers become one. They dance the ancient dance of coitus and revel in the pleasure it brings. Soon, as if by some hidden signal, they roll and Jill is on top, her vagina still full of Jacks penis and the action continues. Now it is Jill who leads in the dance of love...Jack responds with vigour. Another move and Jill is seated in Jacks lap, facing him and their sex still joined. . . .they fondle and caress and take their time. The pleasure builds. Then, after a few minutes pause, Jack is pistoning into his lover from the missionary position and Jill's feet are drumming a beat on his back. The action intensifies as the lovers move towards a culmination. When Jill begins to tense for an orgasm he prepares himself and drives into her harder. . . . As the spasms of Jill's orgasm flood through her body, Jack must also climax. . .a hundred locomotives could not hold back the raging flood of semen into Jill's belly. They cling to each other as each new spasm races through their bodies . . . .and then it's over. Slowly the lovers return to the world around them. They kiss and fondle and assure each other of their love. Jack would have to hurry if he was to be back at his office by 1:00 p.m. That afternoon, Jill sat making her shopping list and waiting for the kids to arrive home from school. As she sat she felt the tenderness on her pubes from the morning's event and smiled. . . .Her breasts were also sensitized. . . .the feelings of the morning lingered. "fresh fucked female", she thought. . . . .and revelled in it! That might have been a solid nine on a one to ten scale. ------------------------------####---------------------------- Dick and Jane did not fair so well. Both had been through bitter divorces and had been emotionally drained and crippled by their failures. Their confidence had been shattered and their self-esteem was non-existent. Both were successful in their sales careers and they held similar positions with competing companies. Perhaps it was ironic that they should meet as adversaries as they attempted to sell their product. Using all the sales techniques at their disposal against each other, it was probably doubly ironic that they became friends of a sort. Being emotionally unable to support one another, they based their relationship on a need for what the other had to offer. They shared an apartment. They shared a bed. They respected each other. They took their meals together. They helped each other to the limit of their ability. Bonding was minimal. At 7:25 p.m., Dick came home to find Jane asleep in a chair. She looked exhausted. Dinner was still not a consideration. "Damn!" he thought. It was supposed to be her turn tonight. Then, after re-consideration, he finds that he's a bit horny so he changes his tact. "Hey Babe? Let's order in Chinese tonight," he says. She does not respond to his question and he orders anyway for a nine o'clock delivery. At 9:00 p.m. the food arrives and they are awakened from their sleep to rise from their chairs and go to the door where they pay for the food and trudge to the table to eat their meal. As they eat they become more awake. . . .Jane finds herself feeling a bit horny and the couple make overtures towards each other. . . .a look, a lascivious smile, a suggestion! Each works at enticing he other. Twenty minutes later they undress and climb in bed. They move together and touch each other as they kiss and fondle. They are both experienced and know what turns on their partner and they both proceed through the motions. As Dick puts his lips to Jane's breast he tastes the slight taste of stale sweat. He continues his ministrations and moves down Jane's belly until he gets the distinct odour of poor feminine hygiene. Here he stops and retreats back to concentrate on the breasts. Jane, on the other hand, gets better perceptions of Dick. . . .she quickly responds and here lust builds steadily. Then, she senses that Dick has hesitated and seems untuned to their act. They slowly come together as their minds resolve the immediate problems with their encounter. When Dick's tool enters Jane's lubricated pussy they are as prepared as they probably can be. Both are incapable of deep emotion and both are more interested in themselves than in their partner. After the point of insertion, the act becomes more familiar. The experienced lovers dance the ancient ritual of love with skill and they take certain pleasure from each other. The culmination is slow in coming; yet, most enjoyable. Jane exaggerates her reaction to the feelings to impress Dick. Dick stays for the afterglow to please Jane. Then, it's over. Let's give it a 6.5 on the 1 to 10 scale. ---------------------------- ####--------------------------------- Gena was the Chief Operating officer of a large corporation before she was thirty five. She had earned the position with hard work and diligence and the company she took over had moved from near bankruptcy to a financial success. She had been interviewed by several national magazines and was at the top of her career field. Privately her social life, or lack of it, was in a shambles. She had no close friends, having lost contact with those she'd made as kids long ago. Her sexual encounters had been limited to a couple of high school trysts in the back seat of a family sedan and a fellow in college who had sweet-talked her into it a few times before they parted. Now, she had only masturbation which provided little relief for her sexual tensions. At one of the more intense times of need, when masturbation simply didn't help, Gena decided it was time for some professional help. She searched the yellow pages and found a listing for, "Discreet Escort Services, men and women for your pleasure." She checked her schedule and found that the following Tuesday night was clear. Wednesday morning had only a minimal work schedule. She picked up the telephone and dialled the number. . . . At 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday, a tall, dark, formally dressed, handsome man appeared at Gena's door. "He'll do nicely," she thought as she opened the door. Dinner was scheduled for 6:45 at 'Amadaeus', the chic place to go in the city. Gena would be seen there, in the company of a handsome man and the fact duly reported in social circles. Should someone recognize the man she was with, it was unlikely they'd talk much about it. Dinner was pleasant and the conversation was easy. Dan provided a service, the best service in the city, for the highest price in the city. Dan was good at what he did. . . He was a professional too! Tonight he was especially pleased to note that the woman he was with was to be with was beautiful! His business acumen told him that he would. Gena, on the other hand, was nervous. She felt tense and somewhat frightened by what she was doing. Then it happened. . . .! Tess, from her marketing department, came by their table and it was evident that she knew Dan rather well. "Damn, she knows!," she thought. Later, as they danced, Dan seemed to know a good many of the people around them even though he pretended to have eyes only for her. "Let's get out of here," she said. As they drove about the city, Gena began to relax. Dan tried to mend the damage that had been done by their chance meeting with Tess. Tess wouldn't talk. He was sure of that. Dan knew Tess well and he had services a number of clients at Tess's request. Right now though, it was his responsibility to save the evening and his reputation. They talked on an intellectual level about a mirad of things. Gradually, Gena was prepared for the evening ahead. As they departed the care Gena was relaxed and even enjoying the evening. . . .until they passed the doorman at her apartment. "He'll know I'm having a man in my room," she thought and she was tense again. In her apartment, Dan was solicitous but it was to little avail. He had experienced failure before but it was usually with women who had emotional hangups or mental problems and Gena didn't show any signs of either. He tried to be pleasant and played to her ego. Had Gena been of lesser intellect she might have been won but she quickly saw through Dan's ploys. "What the hell," she thought, "I hired him to fuck me and that's what he's here for." "Let's fuck," she said. Dan was again on safe ground. He was an expert at fucking. . . . and that's what she wants! He slowly undressed the woman beside him as she lay on the bed. She could have been dead as far as he could tell. He undressed himself before her and she showed no interest. Kissing her was like putting his lips to a cold fish. Perhaps. . . . .As he climbed between her thighs and applied his lips to her labes did he get a reaction. . . . only a slight one but it encouraged Dan to continue his ministrations. He had eaten and fingered many pussies before but this one got his best effort as he continued to encourage the woman beneath him. Then, he felt hands on his head directing him upwards. "I want it now," she said. As Dan donned his condom and climbed over his clients body he hoped that he could still save his reputation. After all he was surely one of the best cocksmen in the city. As he entered her Gena resisted due to poor lubrication and felt the pain as they became accustomed to each other. The action was slow to start; then, then brisk. Gena lay as if she were dead, under her lover's body. Then, somewhere deep in her bowels she felt a spark of lust. It was just an instant but Gena recognized it at once. She waited until she felt the spark again and then again. The man on top of her was beginning to inspire her lusty nature. She let herself go as she began to respond to Dan's ministrations. It felt good! Then it felt real good!! Then, it was over. Dan had withheld his ejaculation as long as he could before spilling his wad into the condom. Frustrated with the whole affair, Gena ordered, "Get out!" "Just take your clothed and go. This was a mistake." After Dan was gone, history, a "to-be-forgotten" event. Gena wept. . . . . Let's rate this at about 1.2 on a scale of 1 to 10. ----------------------------####---------------------------------- Bob is working on a project 5,000 miles from home. He works 65 hours a week at a demanding job and has little time for a life. He is there, a hemisphere from home, to forget a woman in whom he had invested his very soul only to find that she didn't feel the same way. He is lonely. . . .so lonely that it's affecting his sleep, his mind and his forgetting the woman he came to forget. Phyllis is a woman who was born into poverty, had worked hard to improve her lot, failed and lost hope. When the project came to her village, she saw men with money, men with power, men who would never know poverty! It was then that she decided to sell herself. Some months later, Bob went to the local bar. He had reasoned that a whore could appease his loneliness and his sexual appetites at the same time. Besides, he had heard that the women in the bar were beautiful. As he entered the establishment he saw that the rumours he had heard were true - the women were indeed beautiful! He approached the bar, ordered beer and addressed Phyllis, "Hi! I'm bob," he said. "You may call me Phyl," she said and the bargaining began. They had soon agreed on a price, a place and what was expected of the encounter. As they left he bar Bob began to feel the long forgotten sensation of lust. It felt good. He felt the beginnings of an erection and enjoyed the pleasure it evoked. As they walked, Phyl tried to engage Bob in conversation that would result in some bonding. "After all," she reasoned, "If she could please this man he might return often." They talked of personal things and things that would draw out Bob's feelings. She tried to develop the conversation along intellectual lines as well. Bob, was certainly ready for any form bonding, especially female bonding. He was soon captivated by the woman who he had hired to please him. . . At Bob's room, they entered in silence as Phyl waited for Bob to set the mood. When he didn't act immediately she took control and set Bob in a chair at the table. She moved slowly and sensuously to a seat across from him. They continued to talk as Bob's appetites became more urgent. What It's All About I've been thinking of a way to introduce, Jim Beam. After much consideration I've decided to do it in a story which is more fact than fiction. I'm a civilian government employee and I often travel with military personnel and this trip was no exception. Along with me, on this trip, is a younger guy, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant. Gunny S, as he likes to be called, is every woman's dream! He is 6ft 2, 200Lbs, solid as a rock, with a perfect six pack, chiseled face, sandy short hair, and has a huge bulge in his trousers. He has been modeling clothing for major clothing designers for nearly 2 years. Gunny S is everything I'm not and never was. Women from 14 to 40 just stop in their tracks and gauche at this guy. As a gal later remarked to me "A panty soaker." We no sooner get on the plane and I have a pair of 36Cs hanging in my face and a request from Gunny S "Would you mind?" She just points to an isle seat two rows back.. As it turns out she is traveling with the woman who I'm now sitting beside. "That's Mary and I'm Sue" She introduced. "Hi Sue! Nice to meet you! I'm Jim – Jim Beam." I replay as I shove my carry-on under the seat. "I think Mary would drop her panties, right here, on the plane for your friend!" Sue remarked disgustingly. "She wouldn't be the first." I told her. Sue is a very nice looking woman with a doll baby face. She is about 5ft 2, 145Lbs, nice pair of C's, with the better part of her around the bottom. But, she is not the "Barbie Doll" that Mary, her best friend, is. Sue is the woman I'd pick out for a good night of dancing, conversation and hopefully some great sex for desert. Just like many others of her stature and personality, she talks about everything except her real feelings. But, later we got around to the fact that Mary, her friend, is a "Cock Magnet" and just like I was on this trip, average Sue was seconds! Like I said before Sue is a good looking woman and should not have any trouble finding a man either for companionship or a quickie. She, however, is looking for the "Barbie Doll's Ken" type and therefore does without more often than she would admit. I'm never looking for the "Barbie Doll" type. I've even been accused of leaving with the worst looking gal in the club. That's ok though! When I go to bed with a woman I want the whole package. The "Barbie Dolls"- I have had a few - don't seem to know how to enjoy or appreciate good sex. Or is it that I just blow my load before I get my shorts down! Either way I like it better if I can last for a few hours and get to make her climax several times before I blow my first load. Enough about the flight! It's not really the story but it does explain the type of trip I was in for. At our destination and settled in at the motel, Gunny S and I head out for something to eat and a little night life. After just two stops we find a place boasting a live band and maybe some action. We could hear the band through the doors and it sounded pretty good. But, when Gunny S walked in it was like the whole place paused. All the women turned his way and for just a few seconds there wasn't a guy there that wasn't wondering if he was going to get dumped for this bastard. Gunny S looked at me and said "Get me a beer" and headed for a table with two gals. In seconds he had "Barbie Doll" up and dancing. I went up to the bar, had a seat and ordered two beers. Half way though my beer a gal pulled up along side and suggested that I join her at the table. "Before I lose it" she hinted. It was the other gal - the one Gunny S didn't take. She was surely no "Barbie Doll"! Very pretty but far too heavy to be even average among the rest of the gals there. She was near 30, 5ft 6, short dishwater blond hair, nice set of DD's and a fairly large ass to go with them. Her blouse was just a little tight and with 2 buttons open her cleavage was bouncing-ly pleasant. The jeans were tight and accented just a little to much of her ample buns. Definitely a zero on my female in jeans scale. – I measure a gal by how many fingers I could get through the keyhole formed at the crouch.– There was no space on this one. I was thinking that a nice skirt would have been a better choice. "Sure - I'd like that" I responded. "My name is Jenny" she said. "Hi Jenny! I'm Jim – Jim Beam – Like the Bourbon" I responded with a nice smile. I got her a drink, grabbed Gunny's and we moved to the table. "That's Randy Smith - Everyone calls him Gunny S- out there with your friend. He's a Marine" I told Jenny. "That's Barbie" she added. "How appropriate, Barbie" I remarked. "Yea I don't even know why I come with her! She always takes the best men." Jenny said disgustingly. "Well she missed out tonight!" I said. Jenny just looked at me???? "Me - She never even gave me a glance" I said with a laugh. Although it sounded humorous, I was really serious. "I'd give up sex for a year to have 30 minutes with Randy" Jenny sighed. "Why?" I asked. "Are you kidding? He's a panty soaker! I'd give anything to get him in bed!" she exclaimed. "Jenny, I take it that you go out with Barbie quite often?" I queried. Jenny Nodded. "Well Jenny,------ when was the last time Barbie told you how great the sex was? ----- When has she ever told you that she climaxed 3 or 4 times? ----- In fact has she ever even told you that she climaxed at all?" I challenged. Jenny just shook her head. "That's right! Girls like Barbie can get the "Pretty Boy" every time and I'll bet she has never left with anything less." Jenny nodded in the affirmative. "Let me suggest to you what is going to happen and what would happen if you left with Gunny S" I said. "What is he fucked up? He wouldn't hurt Barbie?" she queried excitedly. "No not at all. She will be fine! "But. — you see guys like Randy can have any woman they want and although they get much more than most men, they don't know how to give a woman what she needs. Girls like Barbie have been with guys like Randy so many times that they don't know what sex is. Randy will take her just like every other guy she has had. He'll drop his trousers, she'll drop her panties and then it will be "Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am ." She will be flat on her back he'll jam it in and shoot his load in 2 minutes flat. If she cums at all, it will only be once and he won't even take the time to see that she got any pleasure from it. If she wants more his answer will be "What do you want from me?" They will part and both will be unsatisfied." "Is that the kind of sex you want, Jenny? I asked. "I don't know! All I know is that he is my wettest dream!" Jenny responded. "Jenny, I don't think that is what you are looking for. If I read your eyes and sweet smile correctly, I know what your looking for! ---- And, ---- if I get your panties wet, -- promise me that you will let me make it come true!" "I didn't have you come over here so you could hit on me! I thought you might get me a dance with your friend! That would get my panties wet!" She remarked. "I'm sorry that came out wrong! I'm not hitting on you!" I replied as Randy and Barbie came off the floor. "If you want a dance I'll ask" I challenged. Gunny S and Barbie took their seats. Jenny introduced me to Barbie and then I introduced Randy to Jenny. "Gunny I think Jenny would like a dance" I prompted. "I'm tired Jenny and I would like to have a drink! Maybe later?" He told her. Jenny was disappointed and I gave Gunny a glare so he knew it wasn't a request. Gunny prompted "Barbie, be a dear and get us a round. This one is warm. I think Jenny's dance is up!" Jenny got the biggest smile and almost jumped out of the chair. She held Gunny tight and throughout the slow dance, made all the right moves to let him know she was interested but when it was over they came back to the table. Gunny let Jenny down into the chair and with military style courtesy thanked her for the dance. She knew there wouldn't be any more! We chatted for a few minutes over the drinks and then Gunny flipped me the keys and left with Barbie. "Well I guess that means you got to take me home." Jenny said "We don't have to go now! We can have a dance or two! That is if your panties aren't too wet" I suggested. "I think they are frozen so a dance would be nice! If you can get them we wet I'll even take them off and give them to you" Jenny challenged smugly. We danced a few. She bounced those DD's and gave that ass of hers a few seductive wiggles! She really was a pretty good looking gal. Or, was it the beer? "Lets have another drink and cool off a bit" Jenny suggested We headed for the table but the band kicked in a slow one. We stayed on the floor and wrapped in each others arms danced to the seductive music. She held me tight and was clearly looking for an indication that she had my interest so I slid my hands down to her ass. Meeting no resistance I gave her a few gentle squeezes which resulted in some seductive sighs. When the song ended, we got another round and returned to the table. " I think a slow and easy lover is what you really want! One who gently undresses you with his eyes!. A lover that you can caress and fondle. Have you ever had a man give you a bath? Have you ever given a man a bath? Warm water and slippery soap? A lover who brings you to your first orgasm with his touch and the second with his tongue? A lover who lets you fondle and kiss his manhood? A lover who serves up hours of pleasure? A lover who fondles your breasts just the way you like it? A lover you can mount and ride until you have your third orgasm? A lover who lays beside you hugging and kissing until you are ready for a fourth? A lover who delivers his load when you want it? A lover you can wake up with knowing you want him again?" "I think you should take me home" Jenny suggested. "Ok" I reply. We both make a pit stop and then go out to the car. Directions coming from Jenny I was headed down the road when she reached in her purse, pulled out her panties and pushed them under my nose. "They are soaking wet" she exclaimed. "And, – I think you need serviced" I whispered. Just inside the door of her apartment I took her in my arms and kissed her open mouthed. As we separated I unbuttoned her blouse exposing a lovely and expensive bra full of cleavage. "It's a front clasp" she sighed. Following the hint, I opened the clasp and let them free. She had lovely breasts much firmer than I expected. I fondled them gently. Taking her ridged nipples between my thumbs and first fingers I rolled to the tune of soft moans. Her hands worked desperately at my belt, zipper and waist clasp until my trousers fell to the floor. My long leg briefs quickly followed. She took my meager 6 inches in one hand and my more than a hand full of balls in the other. My pre-cum was starting and she rubbed it between her fingers and lifted it to her lips for a taste. "Umm- I'm going to like this" she sighed. I unbuttoned her jeans and kneeled as I slid them to the floor. Her hairy, untrimmed brier patch was in my face. I couldn't even see pussy through the thicket! When she stepped out her jeans I barely saw just a hint of pink. I had no idea how I was going to eat my way through to her passion spot. I stood up and pushed her blouse and bra to the floor and again kissed her passionately. Both of us of same mind we moved to the shower and started the water. She got in first and with my cock pressed into in the crack of her ass I reached around and washed everything up front. I enjoyed sliding my hands around each of her luscious breasts but not nearly as much as she liked it! When I slipped down to her belly she quickly pushed my hands to her mound. She moaned with pleasure as I gently aroused her passion with my soapy fingers. When I stopped she turned around and I shampooed and rinsed her hair. Then with my cock against her stomach, and my chest firmly pressed to her breasts, I washed her back and luscious buns. I got on my knees and gently inserted two fingers deep into her pussy and slid my thumb up until she flinched. I knew I was on her button. I gently rubbed her clit and pumped her to orgasm before I let her wash me. Standing face to face and her breasts firmly pressed to my chest, Jenny washed my back side. I turned around and with her tits in by back she washed my chest and then my cock and balls. She stroked me until I couldn't take anymore and had to stop her or I would have blown my load. I turned a round and she kneeled down and sucked what was surely more than just pre- cum of my cock. I couldn't figure how I was going to get my tongue through that briar patch covering her pussy so I ask "What do you shave your legs with?" "I have a wet/dry electric. Why? Do my legs need shaved? She replied. "No — not your legs honey" I replied. "Oh ---- I don't shave it because I can't see to do it." She said shyly as she looked down at her massive tits. "Well an electric won't handle it even if you could" I replied. "You don't like hairy beaver do you? -- I have scissors if you will trim it for me! --- I really would like to try it shaved!" She replied. "Oh honey I've never shaved a woman" I said. Sliding her hands over my baby smooth shaven face she remarked. "Feels like you do pretty good work! — Why don't you to break your cherry on me – Please" Jenny got the scissors and razor and then with a tile wrapped around her, sat on the side of the tub. I took the scissors and slowly snipped at her bush. Soon I found two beautiful mounds surrounding a pair of pink ribbon lips and the real prize was her slit, its tip just peeking out between her lips. I've never seen a more beautiful pussy. With the razor I took the stubble down to baby smooth skin. Lubrication was no problem! Her pussy was leaking plenty of clear slippery juices. Finished, I dipped my fingers and then savored the sweet honey at my lips. "Umm you taste so good" I told her. Her pussy shaved, save a well trimmed triangle of hair on her mound we moved to the bed. I had her lay on her back with her feet still flat on the floor so that her pussy was positioned just right for me to devourer as I kneeled between her legs. She spread her legs and I went in with my tongue. In just seconds she was fucking my tongue like it was a cock. Just when I though she was trying to keep from cumming I spread her lips with my hands, took her slit between my lips and licked it with my tongue. She began to shake and shudder but was still trying to hold it so I sucked her slit hard! She climaxed for over a minute before wilting to submission. Then I pushed her legs wide causing her pussy to gape wide open then sucked every drop of her sweet honey out of her pussy. We exchanged places and she licked and sucked my balls and cock for over half an hour. She was good and kept me just at the edge of climax! Every time a drop of pre-cum leaked out she would suck it of my cock like a cherry on a sundae. She had me reposition on my back in the middle of the bed and. She straddled my cock and guided it in to her pussy. I wanted to wait for her so I asked her to go slow. My cock was deep in her and I was pinching her luscious nipples. She was contracting her pussy with a smooth rhythm without stroking. Soon she began to shudder. Her contractions continued to pump my cock from root to head with every shudder. Then - she tightened! I felt her fluid release just before I exploded. Both of us spent, she rolled off and with her back to my chest and one of her tits in my hand we fell asleep. When I woke up the sunlight was coming in the window. Her luscious breast was still firmly in my hand. We hadn't moved all night! My cock was hard as a rock and pushing against the crack of her ass. She woke up slowly as I fondled her breasts and took a fetal position. She raised her leg over mine and guided my cock in to her sweet pussy. We both moved slowly meeting each others strokes keeping me a deep inside her as possible. It took about 30 minutes of effortless strokes and then we both climaxed. No sweat! No Heavy breathing! Just her and my cum easily and effortlessly filling her pussy until it was full and over flowing. "Now I know what you mean by servicing a woman" She whispered. Then she slipped it out, rolled over and we hugged and kissed passionately. Before I showered and left for my meeting, we made an agreement to meet at the same table again that night. From the time we got together that night Barbie didn't pay much attention to Gunny S so he found another "Barbie Doll." As soon as he left, Barbie started hitting on me. I didn't want to dump Jenny but when I danced with Barbie she whispered in my ear "I want you to service me." I didn't answer her and when we got back to the table Jenny prompted "Go ahead I want her to know what she is missing." "What about you?" I ask. "I'm going to service Randy" she exclaimed. She got up, broke in on the couple and returned with Gunny after the dance. On the way to get another round Randy asked me "Is she really that good?" I told him that if he'd let her she would deliver the best sex of his life. They finished the beer and left together. I serviced Barbie that night but as I expected she didn't even come close to sex with Jenny. Gunny S didn't say much about Jenny that day but later that night Jenny told me that he was the worst lover she ever had. Jenny and I spent the next three nights in bed together. What It's All About When Phyl moved from her chair and went to the bathroom, Bob arose and stood wondering what was about to transpire. Soon Phyl returned with her former clothing gone and dressed in a black teddy. Bob was "fucking hot" in an instant. Phyl came forward into his waiting arms and pressed her body against him waiting for hm to yield. When she had his shirt buttons open she lifted his shirt and undershirt over his head and dropped his trousers with a single downward movement. As Bob yielded he lifted the teddy over Phyl's head and they stood bared before each other. Phyl quickly went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel with which she washed his genital area; then, gently pushed Bob back on to the bed. Slowly, for effect, she climbed between his legs and placed her mouth over the erect cock before her. She did to his tool what he had never even imagined before. She deep-throated him, she massaged his massive tool with her lips. she sucked his balls. Two minutes later Bob spilled his first load of semen . . .it was sensational! But the evening was far from over. The couple bathed together and played as they washed each other's genitalia. For the first time in months Bob felt that a great burden had been lifted and he forgot the woman back home. As Phyl played with Bob's flaccid tool in the warm bath water, it soon began to show signs of stiffening; then, it was again ready for action. Immediately, they left the bath, dried and Phyl gently directed Bob back to the bed, whence he came. She lingered in the bathroom only long enough to apply lubrication to her vagina and to take a condom from her store before joining Bob on the bed. There she tore open the covering on the condom and placed it on Bob's hard manmeat. They talked some giddy nonsense as Phyl climbed over Bob's torso and positioned herself over his erect cock. The insertion was slow as they adjusted to the connection; then, a steady mechanical rhythm as Phyl worked to please Bob. As the rhythm of the dance of love continued, a bond formed between the lovers and there was pleasure. Bob's ejaculation was slower in coming this time and it brought a pleasant sensation as he exploded his second load of the evening into the condom. Phyl knew that good sex included the afterglow and she stayed with her man as he slowly withdrew from his high point. Her job was manifold; she must support and encourage his ego; she must satisfy his sexual appetite; she must sell herself! She is doing it well. Phyl is, indeed, a good whore. The rest of the night included another sexual encounter and hours of subtle flattery, intimacy, and bonding. As good sex goes, Phyl had bought the best she could from Bob. We'd give that one about a 4.2 on the 1 to 10 scale.