This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com WARNING: The following story includes explicit language describing carnal love between consenting partners. If you dislike or are offended by such content or if you are a minor or live in an area where possession of such material is prohibited, then please click "Delete Article" at this time. SCANDIA A Swedish Rhapsody By Day Dreamer When Neil saw her across the room, he immediately knew she was the woman he had dreamed of all his life. Even though she was not especially beautiful in the traditional sense, her total appearance--the shape of her face, the way she dressed, and the very way she held her body erect and straight--was very striking. She wore her hair short, molded in a soft, golden crown that accented her facial features. She seemed to be wearing little make-up, and there was a conspicuous lack of even simple adornments like ear rings and necklace. Even so, there was nothing plain about her. Her conversation was animated, with her eyes flashing and emotions flowing across her face in an everchanging cascade. And when she smiled, it was like rays of summer sunshine--a natural, easy smile that said she knew who she was and was comfortable with that person. Neil felt compelled to meet her, to at least be able to give a name to the person who attracted him so strongly. Working his way through the crowd to her, he looked closely at her left hand to see if she were wearing a wedding band. Till now, all the women who appealed to him were married, and he was fearful that she would be just another of his disappointments. He felt a surge of relief when he saw that her lack of jewelry included her ring finger. As Neil approached her, it was almost as if some fate were working in his favor. The several people she had been talking with turned and left her, and she was left alone, with an empty space around her. As though she sensed his presence and interest, she turned toward Neil and met his eyes with her own. He was almost startled by their blueness. They weren't an ordinary blue, but a light, icy blue, like one sees when looking into a frozen-over pond. Her skin appeared to be lightly tanned and spoke of outdoor activities, and it had a glow to it that indicated good health and exercise. Up close now, Neil could see that she was slender--not thin in an over-dieted, too-sleek way--but slender in the way some fully developed young women sometimes are. Although probably not much larger than most women's, on her slight frame her firm, outthrust breasts were very pronounced and immediately drew one's attention. As Neil took a step toward her to introduce himself, she smiled at him, a broad smile that seemed intended to disarm him, to encourage him to close the personal distance between them. He smiled back and said, "Hello, I'm Neil Amundsen." Putting out her hand to be shaken, she smiled and said, "Neil Amundsen? Do I detect a touch of Scandinavia there? Well, Neil Amundsen, I'm Onny Olsen, fairly recently of Sweden." Her hand was firm in his and he couldn't help but hold it a little tighter, feeling her soft yet firm flesh against his own. He hadn't just held hands with a girl since he was a teenager, but he felt he could stand hours of merely holding and stroking this woman's hand. Onny laughed with a pleasant musical sound, and said, "Ah, a hand-holder. I like that. Neil Amundsen, I think I'm going to like you." "I hope you do like me," Neil answered. "From the moment I saw you across the room, I felt compelled to meet you. It was like I had no choice in the matter--it was like some force got behind me and pushed me over here." Onny gave him a solemn look and said, "You know, usually I would just laugh at a line like that or dismiss you as some kind of an impossibly romantic nut-case, but when I saw YOU over there, I had exactly that same sort of feeling. If you hadn't come over here to meet me, I would have had to find you and introduce myself." Onny laughed then and continued, "Are we both nut-cases?" Neil grinned, somewhat wryly, and said, "I don't know. If something like this had happened with someone else, I confess that I might be tempted to say, `Ah, my little apple strudel, fly away with me to the Casbah.' But you aren't someone else, and somehow, those don't seem like the right words to say. All I know is that I've been searching a long time for someone like you. And now that I've found you, I want to know more about you. No, not more, I want to know ALL about you." "Well, it's not that interesting a story, but I'm willing to tell you about me. But it has to be trade-about. I want to know about you, too. If I tell you about Onny Olsen, you have to tell me about Neil Amundsen. Is that a deal?" "Deal," Neil said, still holding her hand, but almost caressing it now that he knew she welcomed it. "We sure can't talk here, not in this crowd. Why don't we go some place that's more private--and a whole lot quieter." "I'm with you on that. Any suggestions?" Neil said. "Do you have a car?" Neil nodded his head. "Good, 'cause I don't." Smiling a little shyly, she continued, "Would you consider me terribly forward if I invited you to my place? It's small, but it's only a few blocks from here." "I would just feel extremely flattered that you would ask." Taking her drink from her hand, he said, "Let me get rid of our glasses and we'll leave right now." After setting the glasses down, Neil took her hand again, and holding hands like two children-lovers, they caught the elevator down to the garage. Neil and Onny made little conversation on the way to her place. Other than giving him directions, Onny seemed almost subdued, showing a solemnity altogether different from the effervescence she had displayed earlier. Neil, too, remained quiet. It was almost as if a magic spell of silence had been cast over them, with each sensing that something special was occurring and not wanting to risk spoiling the moment by saying something inappropriate. That the evening was special was evident by Neil's being able to find a parking place right in front of Onny's apartment building. Neil broke the silence by saying, "Can you imagine luck like this--a parking place, and right in front." Onny laughed softly and in a quiet voice said, "Right now, I can imagine almost anything. Can't you?" "Yes, I think I know what you mean. Strange things have been happening, haven't they?" Onny and Neil went inside the building and rode the elevator up to her floor. As they approached one of the doors, Onny said, "This is my place, here. Let me unlock the door." She unlocked the door, and after reaching inside to turn on a light, opened the door wide and went in. Turning back around, she said, "Welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Neil Amundsen. Come in, please." Neil entered and closed the door behind him. He and Onny were now standing face to face, only a few inches apart. Onny broke the silence and said, "One of the strangest things about this evening is that here we are, total strangers for all practical purposes, yet I feel like you're someone I've known all my life. I've never reacted to a man this way before. You're the first man, in fact, that I've ever invited up here." "I felt exactly the same way about you," Neil responded. "From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew that you had a special meaning to me. I can't explain the feeling. I guess something like this must be what novelists refer to as destiny. I don't feel like you're a stranger at all--just as you do, I feel like we've known each other for a long time." Suddenly, without another word being spoken, they were in each other's arms, each tightly embracing the other. They turned their faces to each other, their mouths hungrily searching for the other's. Neil pressed his lips against hers, first gently, then more urgently. Their mouths opened and their tongues reached out, coming into contact and then probing into each other's oral depths. Onny pressed her body against Neil's, her groin thrust hard against his. His manhood had already reacted to Onny's nearness, and his erection bulged out the front of his trousers and extended down his leg, a pulsating rod of hard male flesh. Onny felt it and moaned softly, grinding her body against the hard protrusion. Onny broke the kiss and whispered, "Oh, God, Neil! What are you doing to me? I've never reacted to a man like this before." "I've never had anyone affect me like you you're doing right now, either." They gazed at each other with a sense of wonder and, both moaning, they brought their wide-spread mouths back together. Onny's hands roamed up and down Neil's back, caressing the hard muscles of his shoulders and running up and down his spine. Her fingers delved under his belt and then her whole hands were on his bare flesh, pressing and kneading the cheeks of his buttocks. Neil's hands were busy, too, stroking her back and then moving down to the firm globes of her buttocks. He squeezed them gently and rubbed them all over in circles that moved down to where they curved back down and led into her most secret, most feminine area. Cupping her firm globes in each hand, he pulled her hips hard against his own, pressing her groin against the hardness of his throbbing erection. She responded by moving her hips in little circles, making tiny bump-and-grind motions against Neil's rampant manhood. She growled softly, deep in her throat, and worked her tongue in wild motions, probing and thrusting into Neil' mouth, stroking his tongue, cheeks, and the smooth, inner flesh of his lips. Onny pulled her mouth from his and said, "God, Neil! I don't know what's happened to me. I know we came up here to talk, but right now I want more than anything else for you to make love to me. No, that's not right--it's more than just a want. God, Neil, I absolutely NEED for us to make love!" She thrust her groin and pressed her vulval area against his bulging erection. "I can feel how hard you are. You need it as bad I do, don't you?" "I've never been so turned-on in my whole life. Oh, God, yes, Onny, I need you. I need to make love to you." Onny slipped out of his embrace, and without saying another word, took his hand into hers and led him through a doorway into her bedroom. There, in the dim light, she stepped away from him and started unbuttoning her dress. "Get naked with me, Neil. I want to see all of you. I want to touch you all over. I want to make love to every part of you. Let's not have anything between us, not even a scrap of clothing." Onny's actions had already aroused Neil's passion to fever pitch, but her words made it flare even higher. Without a word, he started removing his clothing, rapidly casting off garments just as Onny was doing. Soon he was down to just his briefs and Onny was left with just her low-cut bikini panties. He realized from seeing her near-naked body that his perception of her being slender wasn't altogether true. She was thin, yes, but there was a lushness to the flare of her hips and slight roundedness of her belly that was completely womanly. Where most women's thighs come together and meet at their sexual juncture, the top of Onny's thighs were separated by about a two-inch gap. Neil could hardly wait to see her without those panties so that he could see what filled that space between her legs. Instead of taking off her panties, Onny stepped up to Neil and ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, stroking lightly with her fingertips. "You're really good looking, Neil. You've got a great body." Her fingers stroked lower, down across his stomach and to the top of his Jockey shorts. She moved one hand downward and ran a fingertip along the length of Neil's hard cock. In its rigid state, Neil's cock had extended upward, almost coming out the top of his shorts, and had a small damp spot covering its hidden crown. "I want to see ALL of your body, though," she said, and taking both hands, she pulled Neil's shorts down to the middle of his thighs. As the shorts came down, Neil's cock sprung out, seven inches of hard male flesh extending straight outward from his groin. A coating of his pre-seminal fluid covered its head and glistened in the dimly lit bedroom. Onny whispered, "Yes, you really do have a great body, ALL of it." She ran a finger through the wetness covering the head of Neil's cock and then moved down and lightly touched the sensitive underportion of his glans. Neil gasped, drawing in his breath in reaction to the pleasure the touch brought. Onny fell to her knees and drew Neil's shorts all the way to the floor and then off his feet. She then grasped Neil's cock in her hands and slowly and lovingly licked her tongue all over its head and up and down its length. He put his hands on her head and moaned in ecstasy as waves of pleasure flowed across his midsection. Onny stood and backed up and lay down on her bed. She put her hands to the top of her panties, pushing them down slightly. "Here, you take these off for me, please." "A labor of love, if ever there were one," Neil said, stepping up to the bed and reaching out for her panties. He could see a damp spot in their crotch and could smell the aroma of her arousal as it wafted up from the dampened fabric. Onny lifted her buttocks to help him remove the wisp of blue fabric, and as he drew it down, her pubic hair appeared. He saw that she was a true blonde, with a covering of very fine, straight hair covering all the area between her legs. As Neil pulled Onny's panties off her legs, he could see that she had beautiful long legs, with firm thighs. Those thighs culminated in the space between her legs. Nestled in that space, Onny's sex was completed on display for Neil's examination. She had wide, prominent labial lips, and they were gaping slightly apart, revealing the moist inner recesses of her vulva. That she was thoroughly aroused was evident from the protrusion of her clitoris, an erected button of flesh showing between the wet lips of her sex. "God, Onny, but you're beautiful. You're body is simply stunning. You leave no doubt that you are a woman." "Neil, I hope you realize that this isn't my normal behavior. I don't just strip off for every man I meet. Somehow, though, I want you to see all of me, to know me inside and out, to know me in both the literal and the Biblical sense." "Whatever it is, I'm glad it's happening," Neil said. "It's very much like a dream coming true." He put his hands down to her breasts and cupped them lightly. "You're breasts are magnificent. What does it say about Sheba's breasts in the Song of Solomon? Pomegranates? Yes, your breasts are like sweet pomegranates." He lowered his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked gently on it, swirling his tongue around the areola that circled it. He softly kneaded the other breast as he made oral love to the one in his mouth. Onny arched her back up to Neil's mouth, pressing her breast up to his oral ministrations. "Oh, that's so good. Pomegranates they may be, but they love this kind of treatment. My whole body loves this kind of treatment." Neil took his mouth away from Onny's breast and, extending his tongue, he drew a line down her abdomen, all the way down to her navel. He delved his tongue into the little indentation in her belly and swirled it around in circles. From there he traced a wet line down her slightly rounded belly. The white flesh of her abdomen shuddered and jerked as he lightly circled the soft bulge of her belly with his tongue. Working lower, he brought his tongue down to where it came into contact with Onny's soft, silken pubic fur, tracing around its edges. She moaned and squirmed her hips in reaction to the pleasurable sensations Neil's mouth was evoking. With his mouth so close to her vagina, Onny lifted her hips to his mouth, offering up her wet, pouting sexual labia for his favors. She moaned and her hips trembled in anticipation of the pleasures his mouth and tongue would soon bring to the very core of her sexuality. Neil spread Onny's thighs apart and gazed into the gaping flesh between them. Her large, labial lips were engorged and darkened with the passion of her arousal. Her swollen clitoris was clearly visible at the top of her furrow, the sheath that covered it partly pulled back as a result of its erected state. Near the bottom of her wide-spread vulva, he could detect the darkened opening to her vagina, the entrance into the hot inner flesh of her belly. The whole area was glistening and slick from Onny's feminine secretions, and their aroma was heady, with a muskiness that pushed Neil's ardor to even greater heights. Unable to wait any longer, Neil pulled Onny's legs apart and, falling to knees, he buried his face in her succulent wetness. Using the broad, flat surface of his tongue, Neil stroked Onny's furrow from top to bottom. He licked the inside of each of her labial lips and swirled his tongue in little circles around the bulging protrusion of her clitoris. "Oh, God, Neil, that's so good," Onny said, thrusting her hips toward his mouth. Moving her hips in little circles, Onny ground her wide-open sex against Neil's mouth. She whimpered soft little "Ummnn" sounds of pleasure as he lovingly applied his tongue and mouth to her wet flesh. Working his way lower, Neil found the opening into Onny's vagina and, rolling his tongue into a tube, he thrust it as far as it would reach into the hot, tight confines of her love tunnel. Onny reacted to this action by shoving her hips against his mouth and muttering, "Oh, yes, yes. That's so good." Neil continued this action with his tongue, shoving it in and out of Onny's hot pussy, using it like a miniature cock and fucking her with his tongue. Onny put her feet down on the bed, and using her legs for leverage, thrust her pussy against Neil's tongue each time it delved inside her. He put his hands under her buttocks and pulled her wetness even tighter against his face, squirming his tongue even deeper inside her. Onny's internal muscles massaged and squeezed his tongue as he swirled it around and around inside her steaming grotto of love. A continuous flow of "umnns" came from Onny as he made oral love to her feminine opening. Judging from the increasing flow of Onny's love juices, Neil could tell that her arousal was mounting higher and higher. Even mixed with his saliva, Onny's copious sexual secretions were making the inside of her vagina so slippery that his tongue was able to push in and out with ease. Her hips were in constant movement, and Neil could feel the muscles in her buttocks clench and unclench as he ravished her sexual flesh with his mouth and tongue. Neil pulled his tongue from out of her vaginal canal and moved it up to the top of the wet and flowing channel. It traveled up until it met her clitoris and then dove down on it. Like a cat lapping up milk, Neil stroked his tongue across the surface of Onny's little love nubbin, stroking it with up-and-down and circular motions. Uncaring about how obscene the noise might be, he made slurping, liquid sounds as he lapped and sucked on Onny's tender little bud. Onny's whole pelvis quivered in reaction to Neil's love-making, and she emitted a continual "ooohhhhhhh" as her ecstasy intensified. Suddenly, Onny's buttocks clenched up hard in Neil's hands, and he felt convulsions run through her abdomen. She screamed, "Oh, God, Neil! Oh, Neil! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Onny's whole body shook and trembled as orgasm seized and wracked her. She clamped her thighs hard against the side of Neil's face and pumped her hips up and down against his mouth, moving with a frenzied fucking motion as she shoved her whole pussy and clitoris against Neil's pleasure-giving mouth. Spasms and convulsive tremors shook Onny's body as orgasmic pleasure flowed over her. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, and only gradually did its effects diminish. Finally, the little tremors and quivers ceased and she lowered her hips back down to the bed. She lay there, her whole body limp and relaxed, eyes closed, still breathing in a labored fashion. Neil watched her and thought that there was nothing more beautiful than a woman experiencing the languorous afterglow of orgasm. Onny's breathing finally returned to normal and she opened her eyes and looked lovingly at Neil as he knelt at her feet. "Thank you, Mr. Neil Amundsen. I don't have the ability to describe in words how good that was. I felt like I was transported. I haven't had an orgasm in a long time, and I can't begin to tell you how good that was for me. Thank you, Neil." "You don't have to thank me, Onny. I enjoyed it, too, you know. If you got pleasure from it, that just makes it doubly good for me." Onny laughed and said, "Well, maybe you did get pleasure from it, but I intend to see that you get a whole lot more." Raising herself up, Onny got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. "Come up here and get on the bed. Now it's my turn to get pleasure from doing you." Neil got on the bed and stretched out on his back. His rigid cock stood straight up from his body, like a mast on a sailing vessel. Its head was red and inflamed with lust and pre-come covered it and flowed down the shaft. Onny spread his legs apart and scooted up between them so that she could look down upon his hard and quivering manhood. She reached out a hand and wrapped it around the wet, slick shaft. "Oh, just look at the condition of Neil's cock. Poor baby. Neil needs to come, too," she cooed as she gently squeezed the rock-hard flesh. Onny took her other hand and rubbed her fingertips across the head of Neil's cock, spreading his pre-seminal flow around and around it. When her fingers moved across the ultra-sensitive underside, lightly stroking his glans, Neil gasped and thrust his hips upward. "Yes, Neil's cock likes that, doesn't it? Let's see how it likes this." Dropping her head down, Onny stuck out her tongue and softly stroked it across the glans where her fingers had just been. Neil's stomach muscles trembled in reaction and a soft moan escaped his lips. Growling deeply in her throat, Onny took Neil's cock head in her mouth and then plunged her mouth downward, engulfing over half his cock. Her tongue swirled around it and stroked over its head and then gently laved his glans. She slowly raised her head, allowing his cock to escape her mouth inch by slow inch. Her cheeks caved in as she applied suction to the hard shaft of Neil's masculinity. She raised her head until only the head remained between her lips and then she dropped it back down, once again taking Neil's cock within the warm interior of her oral cavity. She continued her up-and-down strokes, applying suction to Neil's cock as it pulsated within her mouth. Neil was now meeting each of her downward strokes with an upward thrust of his hips. He groaned in ecstasy as the pleasure of Onny's oral love built higher and higher. Half moaning, Neil said, "Oh, God, Onny. I'm getting real close. If you keep that up, you're gonna have a mouthful of come." Neil's words of caution served only to make her intensify her actions. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and pumped it up and down in unison with the in-and-out motions of her mouth. Having warned her, he gave himself up to the pleasure she was giving him. He felt his orgasm coming nearer and nearer, and even though he would have liked for the pleasure to last forever, he could do nothing to delay it. He wanted to come, to come in Onny's mouth and feel her tongue and mouth draw his sperm from out of him. Onny took her other hand and probed her fingers between the cheeks of Neil's buttocks. She delved a finger in until she found the little crinkled rosebud of his anus. She rubbed her finger in little circles around his anal entrance, and that coupled with her oral and hand actions, drove him over the peak. Groaning in ecstasy, Neil thrust his groin upward, driving his cock fully into Onny's mouth. He felt his cockhead enter her throat just as his cock jerked and a spurt of semen shot out. Onny gulped and swallowed the gush of come. She then pulled her mouth up and swirled her tongue over the gushing head and down over the now super-sensitive glans. The muscles of his stomach spasmed and his cock continued to jerk and contract, each contraction causing a new spurt of seminal fluid to shoot out into Onny's mouth. Even though Neil gushed out large quantities of come, Onny managed to swallow almost all of it and only a few dribbles leaked from her lips and down his cock. When he finally stopped spurting, Onny lowered her mouth all the way down on his shaft and using her lips and tongue succeeded in recapturing all the sperm that had escaped her mouth. Caught up in the languid feeling of post-orgasm, Neil relaxed and said, "That's the best it's ever been for me. If this is what heaven's like, I sure hope that's where I'm going." After ensuring she had cleaned Neil's cock of all his errant sperm, Onny slowly drew her mouth off his now only half-hard cock and sat up cross-legged beside him. She dropped her hands to his chest and brushing her fingertips through his forest of hair said, "Now that we've taken the edge off, tell me about Neil Amundsen. I've never met a man who affects me the way you do, and I want to know all about you." Neil told Onny about how he had been brought up in Omaha with just a sister as a sibling. He described his high school days and his interest and participation in sports and athletics. He told how he had gotten interested in English literature and had gone to the University of Nebraska where he earned both bachelor's and master's degrees in English. Wanting to see New York City, he had come to NYU to work on his doctorate. After receiving his doctor's degree in English, he was now teaching at NYU and working on a degree in journalism. His goal was to become an established writer and combine teaching and writing, his two favorite pursuits. He also told her he was twenty-eight years old, had never been married, and, in fact, had never had a serious relationship with a girl. To this time he had never found a girl with whom he really felt completely compatible and would want to extend a relationship. All the time he had been talking, Onny's hands had been working on his body. She had combed his chest hair with her fingers and had gradually worked down and brushed and combed his pubic hair. Responded to such treatment, Neil's cock quickly recovered from its earlier half-hard state and was once again rigidly hard, standing up proudly from his groin. Sitting cross-legged like she was, Onny's feminine furrow had gaped widely open, exposing the moist inner secrets of her sex. While Onny had been stroking him, Neil had responded in kind, moving his hand under her exposed pussy and running his fingers up and down her wet sexual channel. He extended a finger and probed into the tight confines of her vagina, feeling the slick secretions that coated its inner surface. Onny's hips began moving up and down, responded to Neil's digital probing. Their passions which had been subdued by their recent oral ministrations were now rapidly rising once more. Neil continued stroking Onny's pussy and gazed into her eyes. "When I saw you standing across the room from me at the party, I felt something almost like electrical shock. Somehow or other I believed that maybe I had finally come across the girl I had been searching for so long. Now that I getting to know you even better," he said with a wry smile, "I'm feeling more and more that you are that one. I've never had an orgasm like the one you gave me. It was like I poured out my complete soul in the process." Onny's hand had now wrapped around Neil's cock and she stroked it up and down, her hand just lightly brushing against his flesh. Although she had thoroughly cleaned his cock with her mouth, it was once more wet, with pre-come flowing out in response to her stroking. "I felt very similarly to you. I felt immediately attracted," Onny said, continuing her manipulations of his cock. Gazing down at Neil's throbbing cock, she continued, "It looks right you're ready to pour your soul out again." She ground herself against Neil's hand at work in her pussy and said, " Oh, God, I'm ready, too." Onny lowered her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, tongue probing and working into all areas of his mouth. Neil could taste the remains of his sperm in her mouth and knew that she could taste the cream her pussy had given up. He was not at all repelled by the taste. Indeed, the sensation inflamed his passion even higher and added immensely to the unbridled lasciviousness of their love-making. Not breaking the kiss, Onny got on her knees and then straddled Neil's waist. His cock was standing straight up and pointed at Onny's pussy suspended over it. Reaching a hand under her, she grasped Neil's cock and held it in place as she slowly lowered his hips. Onny's warm wetness met Neil's as the head of his cock probed into the folds of her pussy. She positioned his cock just right so it nudged into her vaginal opening and then lowered her hips so that it penetrated several inches into her depths. Neil felt Onny's slick secretions as she slowly, inch by inch, lowered herself and engulfed his cock with her wet pussy flesh. Her receptacle fit snugly around the circumference of his hard cock and was warm with her wetness and internal heat. Neil could hardly restrain from thrusting his hips upward so as to hasten his cock's journey into Onny's hot channel. The pleasure and anticipation of having his cock completely buried in Onny's sexual flesh caused him to hold his breath as she completed her journey downward. Onny moaned into Neil's mouth as she finally bottomed out, her pubic hair intermeshing with his. Neil released his pent-up breath and wrapped his arms around Onny's shoulders, pulling her down to his chest so that her breasts crushed against him and her belly rubbed across his. She put her arms around his and embraced him as tightly as he was holding her. Their kiss became even deeper and their mouths and tongues coupled in the same way their lower bodies were. Finally breaking the kiss so that their lips only lightly touched, Onny squirmed her hips around, bringing her pussy into tighter contact with the hard bone of his pubis, and whispered, "Ummnn, that's so good, Neil. You fit me just perfectly and fill me up completely. You're so hard--there's nothing inside me your hardness isn't touching." "I know," Neil said smiling. "I can feel how tight you are on my cock. I thought what you did with your mouth was good, but this is even better. As you know from what I told you, I'm not all that experienced, but this is far and away better than anything that's happened to me before." Onny lifted herself up, slowly releasing Neil's cock from its wet confines. Then she lowered herself again, her pussy swallowing his cock into its warm, liquid cavity. "I want to ride you, Neil. I want to ride up and down on your hard cock until you shoot your sweet white man juice up inside me. I want us to come like we've never come before in our lives." Onny put her hands up alongside Neil's face and held his head as she reengaged his mouth with hers, licking all around his mouth and running her tongue under and behind his lips and down into its depths. Neil stroked Onny's back and caressed the little globes of her buttocks, following their movements as she moved them up and down in the age-old motions of fucking. She took her lips away from his and muttered, "Oh, God, I love your cock. I love them way it moves in and out, the way it goes all the way to the bottom of my pussy." Neil was so enraptured by the pleasure she was giving him that he could hardly answer. Finally, he managed to say, "Oh, yes. So good...this is so good." Onny sat up and got completely on her knees so she could control her movements even better than before. She pushed herself upward until only the head of Neil's cock remained between the lips of her pussy. Then she dropped her body, taking his cock inside her in one swift motion. She repeated this action over and over, moaning and throwing her head back. Neil couldn't resist the pleasure anymore and started matching each of her downward strokes with an upward one of his own. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands and massaged them, squeezing the nipples between his fingertips and cupping them in his hands and gently kneading the firm but spongy mounds. She moved a hand down to her pussy and inserted a finger into the top of her furrow, rubbing her clitoris in little circles that matched each of their coital strokes. Onny was muttering little "Oohhh, Oohhh" sounds with each of their strokes, and Neil could tell she was as near to orgasm as he was. His pleasure was intensifying, moving higher and higher with each of their strokes. Orgasmic tension was building to ever increasing heights, and Neil felt like a balloon filled to the bursting point, ready to explode, to erupt in wild spasms at any moment. Onny's pussy began little contractions around Neil's cock and the muscles in her stomach began to ripple as spasms seized her body. She threw her head back and screamed, "Oh, God, Neil! Keep fucking me. I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming hard!" Without warning, Onny collapsed on Neil, her mouth hungrily searching for his. Their mouths met and their tongues snaked out into each other's mouth. Their hips were in wild motion, Onny stroked up and down as fast as she could go and Neil meeting each of her strokes with his own. He could feel his eruption begin and a hot spurt of sperm shot out of his cock and into the warm confines of Onny's now convulsing pussy. The sensation of her pussy grasping and squeezing his cock added to the ecstasy Neil was already experiencing and he felt almost faint from the heights of pleasure they had climbed. He groaned into Onny's mouth with each thrust of his cock and spurt of sperm. She was growling down deep in her throat, a soft sound that was as much purr as growl. Onny moved from off her knees and stretched out on top of Neil, her legs inside his in the classic missionary position. His cock was still lodged completely inside her pussy, still jerking with little spasms as the last of his orgasmic juices flowed from inside him. He could feel their combined juices coming out of Onny's pussy, forced out by the sheer frenzy of their love motions. Soon, his balls and thighs were covered with the warm flow and their now diminishing movements made liquid, slapping sounds as they pushed their bodies against each other. Onny moved her mouth from his and put it by his ear. Still breathing hard, she whispered, "Oh, God, Neil, I had no idea loving could be this good." Neil caressed her back and whispered back, "It couldn't have been as good for you as it was for me. It was sheer ecstasy." Onny lifted her head up and looked into his face. "I'm not going to get into an argument with you, Neil Amundsen. Even though I've never had anything so good, we'll call it a draw." Using internal muscles, she squeezed down on his still hard-hard cock and said, "Okay?" Neil thrust up at her and grinned, "You drive a hard bargain, Onny Olsen. I give up." Onny sat up again and squirmed her pussy around on his groin. "God, but we're wet. You must have come a whole gallon. I've still got a lot inside me, but it feels like a bunch leaked out." Neil put his hands on her waist and held her. They were now silent again like they had been before, but this time the sexual tension that gripped them was gone. Onny looked into Neil's eyes and then moved back down to where their faces were just inches apart. "I sure hope you're not a dream, Onny Olsen. I hope I don't wake up a find that you existed only in my imagination." Onny squeezed his cock again with her pussy and said, "Does that feel like your imagination?" Putting his hand behind Onny's head, Neil pulled her lips to his. Their kiss was gentle and tender, filled with love, not the lust that had gripped them earlier. She moved her lips away from his and whispered, "You're so easy to fall in love with." Neil looked at her and said, "I'm already in love with you. Even though you haven't yet told me anything about yourself, I know enough to know that I want this to continue." "Me, too," Onny whispered and kissed him, putting a seal on the emotions she had just expressed. Neil's cock finally shrunk up enough to fall out of Onny's pussy. She lifted herself gracefully from off him and said, "Just stay right there. I'll get a wash cloth and clean you up." She returned with a wet wash cloth and washed his groin and thighs, cleaning their combined secretions from off his body. Despite just having had two intense orgasms, Neil's cock started to rise, reacting to the touch of the warm cloth. Onny laughed and said, "My God, Neil, how could you? Down, boy, you're just going to have to wait a while." Neil laughed with her and said, "The sign of an indomitable spirit." "Indomitable or not, it's already past midnight and I have to be at work at seven o'clock in the morning. I'm not going to ask you to spend the night tonight, but how about tomorrow night? Tomorrow's Friday, and if we want to play all night it'll be okay." Neil sat up on the side of the bed and said, "That sounds good. How about if I pick you up about six tomorrow evening. We can go to dinner, maybe dance a little while, and then come back here. Does that sound okay to you?" Onny laughed and said, "I'm not going to argue with you, Mr. Amundsen. I'll be ready at six." Neil got dressed and they walked to the door of her apartment. Onny pulled the door open and with no concern for who might come by, stood there completely naked and kissed Neil good night. As they broke the kiss, Neil said, "Maybe tomorrow night we'll have time for you to tell me about yourself. I still want to know all about Onny Olsen." "That's a promise," Onny said. As Onny shut the door behind Neil, she whispered, "Don't forget to pack a bag." Neil looked over his shoulder and said, "Don't worry. I was a Boy Scout, and I'm always prepared." A smile of complete happiness covered Neil's face as he left Onny's building and went to his car. * * * * * Neil drove up in front of Onny's apartment building at six o'clock sharp and found her in front, ready and waiting for him. When she saw his car, she greeted him with a little wave and big smile. She got into the passenger side and after scooting over next to him, put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth down to her's for a kiss. Neil expected just a little perfunctory peck because he was holding up traffic, but Onny turned the kiss into a long, passionate one, with lots of tongue action. That was arousing by itself, but she made it more steamy by putting her hand on the inside of his thigh and stroking it up and down, all the way up to his crotch. Responding to such treatment, his cock swelled out the front of his trousers, making it look like he had a tent pole under the fabric. When an impatient motorist behind them honked his horn, Onny finally separated their lips and laughed. "Some people just can't stand to see happy people," she said as Neil started up the car and drove away into the traffic. As they drove, Onny left her hand between Neil's thighs, continuing to stroke him there with her fingertips. She slowly and tantalizingly moved her hand up to his crotch, quickly making contact with his cock. It would have been hard to miss since it was now fully erected and extending down the inside of his leg. Using just her fingers, Onny traced Neil's hard penis, feeling all of it, from its crown to its base. Neil breathed more rapidly as he responded to her erotic touch and he groaned in frustration. "You're not playing fair," he said. "You get to play games with me, but I have to keep both hands on the wheel in this kind of traffic. Besides, if you keep that up, there's liable to be an `accident.' I'm taking us to a highly respectable restaurant, and I'm sure they would frown on letting me in with a big wet spot in the front of my trousers." He grinned and said, "And, of course, nobody would suspect what we'd been up to." "Okay, Mr. Spoilsport, I'll leave your family jewels alone. I just wanted to make sure you get in the same mood as I am." Onny put an arm around his shoulder and placed her mouth next to his ear. "I dreamed about you all night. All day long I've thought about tonight...and what we're going to do. By the time I got home from work, my panties were sopping wet." She squeezed his thigh and teased his ear lobe with the tip of her tongue. "Even though I showered and put on fresh undies, I'm starting to get wet all over again. If I had a cock like a man, it would be just as hard as yours." Onny laughed again and said, "Neil Amundsen, you've turned me into a sex maniac." Onny's mood was infectious, and Neil couldn't help but laugh along with her. "If you want to give me credit for a perfectly natural phenomenon, I'll gladly take it. I'll be glad to take credit for anything about you. If you're as horny as you've made me, I sure will want to take credit for that." The traffic thinned some, and Neil took one hand off the wheel and put it on top of her thigh, just below her pussy. He delved his fingers into the space and said, "My God, just feel that hard cock. I do believe this girl is getting excited." "Ha!" Onny laughed. "Just wait until we get back to my place. I'll give you an education about the difference between boys and girls." She grabbed hold of his cock and squeezed it. "This is a hard cock. What you're feeling is a girl's hot pussy. There's a whole lot of difference between them. Hoo boy, is there a difference!" Neil laughed and using a mock French accent said, "Viva la difference." They continued to caress each other's thighs for several blocks until they came to the restaurant Neil had picked for them to have dinner. After turning the car over to valet parking, they went into the restaurant and were seated. They both ordered seafood and split a bottle of white wine between them. The wine was just enough to relax them and put them into an even better mood. About the time they had finished dessert and coffee, the band started playing and people started taking to the small dance floor. The band was playing slow music and Neil asked Onny if she wanted to dance. "I'd love to," she said, grinning. "This is good belly-rubbing music, and I want you to hold me close so you can feel my hard cock." Laughing, Neil took Onny's hand and led her out to the dance floor. As Onny came into Neil's arms, he whispered to her, "The people at the next table heard what you just said. You should have seen the expression on their faces. They think you're some kind of transvestite and that I'm a pervert of the first order for having you out on a date." Onny giggled, almost girl-like, and pressed her pussy against Neil's once-again hard cock. "Does that feel like a transvestite?" she asked. She put both her arms around his neck and pushed her body as tightly against his as it would go. Neil put his hands on the top part of Onny's buttocks and they were now pressed together, almost one flesh. Neil's cock throbbed as it pressed into the hollow of Onny's groin, nudging against her hot pussy. She squirmed her hips around, pushing herself even more firmly against his hardness, and whispered into his ear, "Ummnnn, I am glad that YOU have a hard cock." "And am I ever glad YOU have a pussy," he replied, thrusting himself against her. They knew that they were being watched by the people at the next table and delighted in putting on a performance. Let them think what they would--Onny and Neil couldn't care less. Neil and Onny danced for about thirty minutes. The continued contact of their bodies had brought their sexual arousal to a level that neither could much longer tolerate. She took the lobe of his ear between her teeth and gently nibbled on it. "This is fun," she whispered, "but I'm ready to do a bed dance. There's too many clothes between us. Let's go to my place and get rid of them." Neil ground his genital hardness against her pussy one last time and said, "My sentiments, exactly. Let me pay the bill and we'll get out of here." Neil and Onny continued to play touchie-feelie games all the way to her apartment. She stroked his leg, being careful not to be too aggressive with his throbbing cock, and he caressed and played with her breasts. She had taken off her bra when he first touched her breasts, and when he put his hand under her blouse they were now completely exposed and available to his touches. She put her head on his shoulder and turned from time to time to lick his ear and all around it. As a result of all this teasing, caressing, and foreplay, their arousal was at a fever pitch when they finally reached her apartment. After they finally found a parking place (they weren't so fortunate this time--they had to park several blocks away), they immediately turned to each other and kissed. Open mouthed, their tongues wildly swirling in each other's mouth, they almost devoured each other. Their need for a kiss had been building for hours, and they both desperately needed the additional intimacy the kiss provided. Onny finally pulled back and said, "Oh, God, Neil, let's get up to my place so we can make love. I need it so bad. I need to be fucked...fucked hard. Come on, we've got all night. Let's go fuck each other until we're senseless." Neil thought that he was as horny as it was possible to be, but the sheer wantonness of Onny's request added even more to the lust that was almost consuming him. "God, me too! I'm going to come in my pants if we don't do something quick." "Oh, please don't do that. Save it for me. I want every drop of it." After Neil got his small suitcase out of the back seat, he locked the car and he and Onny walked to her apartment. With arms around each other, they walked rapidly, both eager to get to the privacy of her place so that they could disrobe and get at each other's bodies. The building doorman gave them a knowing look as he greeted them. After they had passed the doorman, they could hear him softly say, "Lucky bastard." That almost broke them up, and they were still giggling as they got on the elevator. Onny unlocked her apartment, turned on the light, and closed the door quickly. She immediately reached for the zipper on her dress and started pulling it down. Neil, too, was busy, yanking his tie loose and shedding his clothing, almost ripping it off his body. They were facing each other, smiling as more and more of their bodies came exposed to the other's lust-filled eyes. Dropping clothes at random, they were soon almost completely nude--she in just bikini panties and he in only his Jockey shorts. Onny stroked a hand into the crotch of her panties and then pulled them down over her hips, wriggling them as she worked the wispy silken fabric downward. "God, my panties are sopping! I've never gotten this wet before," she said, wadding the panties into a ball and dropping them on the floor. Neil stroked his fingers across the large wet spot on the front of his shorts and said, "I've been leaking a little, too. The whole front of my shorts is soaked." Neil pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. Loosed from his tight shorts, his cock stood erectly out from his body, jerking with little up-and-down motions in time with the now-rapid beating of his heart. Onny was now completely disrobed, and Neil couldn't help but gaze at her, standing there in the full glory of her nudity. Her breasts were standing out round and firm with nipples erected, and her pubic hair was wet and clinging to the lips of her pussy. Neil looked at her lovingly and whispered, "God, but you're beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen anymore more beautiful than you are right now." "If being horny helps make a girl beautiful, I could win any beauty contest in the world." She closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around his neck, putting her mouth up for him to kiss. He responded, putting his open lips to hers, drinking from her oral font. Their breathing became more rapid and their hips thrust against each other, anticipating the fuck they both needed so desperately. Onny released Neil and turned away, almost running to get to her bedroom. Neil stood there, watching her ass in admiration as its tight cheeks squirmed and rubbed against each other. Onny turned in her doorway and said, "Come on, Neil. I can't wait one second longer." Neil tore his eyes away from her magnificent ass and followed her into her room. When he entered, Onny was already pulling down the covers on the bed. She turned then and laid down, her hips just at the edge and her legs hanging off the side. She had them spread apart, with the slash between them gaping widely open, welcoming and awaiting Neil's penile ravaging. Neil could see she hadn't exaggerated about how wet she was-- the flesh of her furrow was wet and glistening from the secretions their touches and kisses had produced. Drawn by that hot flesh, he got into the space between her legs, his cock poised just above the matted fur of her pussy. He gazed down at her and their eyes locked. Hers were smokey, filled with lust, and he knew his must be the same. As deliciously enjoyable as the two hours they had just spent in kissing, dancing, and caressing each other, they had been merely a prelude to this culminating moment. Neil's emotions were almost overpowered--he had never felt such a overwhelmingly strong feeling of combined love and lust in his entire life. "Fuck me, Neil. Oh, God, do it, NOW! I need your cock. Get it inside me and fuck me as hard as you can." Neil groaned loudly in response to Onny's lewd request and thrust downward, pushing his rigid male spear into the heat and moisture of her sex. His passion had been at a peak for hours and his desire was just as strong as hers. His throbbing cock needed to be in Onny's hot sexual confines--it ached to be driven deeply into the clutching, wet core of her sexual flesh. He put his hand on the base of his cock and guided it down her wet, slippery furrow, thrusting forward, propelling his cock down to her vaginal entrance. They both moaned, and the sounds co-mingled as they cried out in pleasure from the meeting of hot flesh with hot flesh. At last finding the opening into Onny's sheath, Neil shoved forward, pushing hard, and drove the full length of his cock into her with one sweeping motion. As their pubic hair intermingled, Onny squirmed her hips and shoved them forward, pushing her pussy hard up against the base of his cock. Her eyes were open wide and she breathed out hard, releasing her breath in a long gasp. With an almost hissing sound, she cried out, "Yes! Oh, God, yessssss...." Onny spread her thighs apart even further than before, allowing Neil to penetrate a half-inch more. Relaxing a little, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly, "Oh, so good...it's so good...feels...so...gooood... need this soooo much...so muuuch." Neil experienced almost excruciating pleasure from the penetration. Onny's pussy was tight--tighter than it had been the first time they had made love--and the heat and moisture he felt as it grasped his cock made his pleasure soar even higher. That pleasure combined with the tenderness of his love for Onny and made him light-headed. It was sheer ecstasy, and he couldn't imagine there being anything better than what he was experiencing at that moment. Neil slowly pulled his cock out of Onny's pussy until just its head remained inside the warm lodging place. Pausing for only a moment, he rammed it back in, shoving with the full force of his hips. She had asked to be fucked hard and that was what he was trying to do. She opened her eyes and said, "Oh, yeah! Do it hard like that. That's what I need. Fuck me like I was a whore. Don't worry about hurting me, just fuck me as hard and fast as you can." Taking Onny's legs in his hands, Neil pulled them up to his chest and then put them over his shoulders. He leaned into them and pulled her hips high off the bed, positioning them so that he could drive his cock directly into and out of her pussy. Using his legs and arms for leverage, he pistoned his cock in and out of Onny's upturned vagina, shoving in with as much force as he could muster, driving in and pulling out in rapid-fire progression. He had always wanted to make love in this fashion, with complete control and mastery, but had never met a woman who liked it that way. Neil's love for Onny increased from the realization that not only were they equal in level of sexual desire, but their favorite approach and positions were similar. Onny was loving it hot and hard, and Neil was loving giving it to her that way. Onny's eyes squeezed tightly and she shouted, "Aggghh!" Neil would have thought that he was hurting her except that her pussy was convulsing and she was shoving herself up against him with the same force and speed as he was using. She wasn't hurting, she was coming...and coming hard. She arched her back up toward him and cried, "Oh, God! Coming! Comiiinnggggg!" Despite Onny's obvious ecstasy, Neil didn't let up for one second and just continued to drive his cock into her. The convulsions of her orgasm rippled up and down his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him, and he knew that he would soon be joining her in the ascension to climax. He reached up under Onny and grasped her buttocks in his hands. Each time he pistoned his shaft into the heat of her vagina, he pulled her hips against him. He knew that this action forced his cock against her clitoris, and that each movement of his cock stroked across her most-sensitive spot. Neil could tell this action was having the effect he was seeking because she started moaning again and shoving her hips against each of his entries. The hard muscles in her buttocks clenched and unclenched with each stroke, and he knew from their previous love-making that this was one of her signs of impending orgasm. Neil wanted he and Onny to experience simultaneous orgasm, and he renewed his efforts to make her come again. Neil's cock was beginning to go into small contractions and was jerking a little each time it bottomed out and brushed against Onny's cervix. He could not delay orgasm much longer--his sexual need had climbed to its very peak and was on the verge of eruption. Suddenly, he felt the muscles in his legs start to quiver and up deep inside him he could feel his prostate gland expand, preparing to blast his sperm up his cock and into the receptacle of Onny's hot, clutching pussy. Neil groaned aloud, first just little whispered moans, and then loud ones. The tempo of his strokes increased to a frantic pace. His cock swelled and then contracted, jerking and spasming, and come shot out in huge draughts, gushing out and filling what little space was left inside Onny's pussy. "Oh, God, I'm there!" he shouted. He drove his cock to the very depths of Onny and then held it in place, his hips jerking and his cock swelling then contracting, over and over again. Each contraction produced another spurt of come, and Onny's pussy was soon overflowing, hot juice seeping out and down the crevice between her ass cheeks. Seeing the ecstasy Neil was experiencing triggered Onny's orgasm. "I'm coming, too...Oh, God, I'm coming again!" Onny cried, convulsions and spasms once more jerking her hips and belly muscles. The contractions of her vagina around his jerking cock sent Neil to even higher heights of ecstasy, and all he could do was cry out and moan in reaction to the most pleasurable experience of his life. He dropped her legs from over his shoulders and let himself down on top of Onny, bringing his mouth to hers and kissing her with an ardor he had never felt before. They lay belly to belly, each able to feel little tremors run through the other as their orgasms slowly lessened in strength. After several minutes Onny's pussy stopped contracting around Neil's cock and his jerking and spurting ceased. He was still feeling pleasure, though, and his cock has not lost any of its rigidity. He felt like he could go on fucking forever, that he could come again if he continued to fuck Onny. That had happened to him once before, the first time he had fucked a girl. On that occasion, he finished one orgasm and then went right on to another. The second one took longer than the first, but it was every bit as good. Making love to Onny was almost like losing his virginity for the second time, and he felt he could again be multi-orgasmic, just as he had on that other occasion. Onny could feel his rigidity still extending into her and she murmured "Ummmnnn" into their mouths. Neil pulled his lips away from hers and she said, "I know you came... oh God, DO I...but you're just as hard as before. I can feel your hard cock all the way up deep inside me." "I know. It's just staying up, hard as ever. It still feels good to have it in your pussy. God, I feel like I can have at least one more orgasm right now. How about it? Are you game for me to keep going?" "Yes!" Onny said. "Oh, God, yes! Keep fucking me. I love it. I want to see how many times I can come before you do. Let's get turned around on the bed, though, so we can be more comfortable." Onny turned around and stretched on the bed, knees lifted, legs apart, and pussy wide open for Neil to remount her. She felt down between her legs and said, "I'm sopping wet. I've got your come all over my pussy and thighs. I can even feel it down between my buttocks. Do you want me to clean up some of the mess first?" "No, don't do that. I think it's all the slippery lubrication that's helping to keep me turned on. I'm crazy about the feel of wetness on your body. It's a complete turn-on for me." "Oh, God, Neil, I'm the same way. I just love come. I love to taste it, to have it inside me, to have it all over me." Neil was amazed at Onny's reaction and he whispered, "We're just alike. Where have you been all my life?" Onny smiled and said, "I was thinking exactly the same thing about you." She lifted her arms out to him and said, "Oh, God, Neil, come on, get it in me. Let's keep on fucking. Let's keep fucking until we just can't go anymore. Come on, let's fuck each other senseless." Onny's earthy language filled Neil with a surge of concupiscence, and getting between her open legs, he spread them even further apart and thrust his cock into contact with her sexual furrow. Nudging his shaft into the opening of Onny's waiting pussy, he murmured, "Oh, God, yes. Let's fuck all night." Neil sank his cock all the way into Onny's slippery tunnel, pushing slowly until its swollen head came into contact with her cervix. Upon reaching to her full depths, Neil sighed softly "Ahhhhh." Pressing his pubic bone into tight contact with hers, he murmured, "Oh, yes...so wet...hot...slick... tight...good...still so gooood." Neil lowered his face close to Onny's and whispered, "I love you, Onny Olsen. I love everything about you." Staring into Neil's eyes, Onny whispered back, "I love you, too. I love you for loving me without knowing anything about me. I love you for what you do to me. No man has ever made me feel the way I feel now." She smiled and said, "I especially love you for what you're doing to me now." She pulled his lips down to hers, sealing their expression of love with a kiss. As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, she wrapped her legs around his, grasping them tightly. Neil began a slow in-and-out movement, pushing his cock in and then pulling it out of Onny's pussy. Using the leverage of her legs wrapped around him and a raising and lowering of her hips, she met each of his slow thrusts with one of her own. They continued their long, deep kiss, using their tongues to imitate the action of their lower bodies. Except for an occasional "Umnnn" murmur of pleasure, the only sound was that of wet flesh meeting wet flesh. Onny began to move her hips with more force, intensifying the way she was bucking her pussy up to meet Neil's cock, and she moved a hand down between their bodies and put a finger into the top of her furrow. Moving her fingers with gentle stroking motions, she stroked her clitoris and masturbated herself in time with Neil's fucking motions. Onny's legs squeezed down on Neil's waist and her mouth opened wide, a slow moaning sound escaping into his mouth still pressed against hers. She started grunting, making "uh, uh, uh" sounds, keeping perfect time with her forceful thrusts against him and strokes of her finger against her clitoris. Neil pulled his mouth a few inches away from Onny's and whispered, "Again?" Onny muttered, "Yes! Oh, God, yes! I'm coming again." She locked her legs in a tight grip and held her hips up against Neil's cock, pressing it hard against him. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly "Ooooohhhhhhh." She loosened her tightly gripping legs a little and made little fucking motions, moving her pussy up and down on Neil's cock. Then ceasing her movement, she opened her eyes and smiling up at Neil said, "Yeah, I came again. Oh, boy, did I! " She started her up-and-down motions again and with a smile on her face said, "I'm not senseless yet, though, because it still feels sooo goooood." Giving him a little kiss on the lips and clenching her pussy tight around his cock, she said, "How about doing it doggy-style for a while? I love getting it from the backside." Sitting up and pulling his wet, rigid cock from out her pussy, Neil said, "Oh, yeah! That's one of my favorite positions. I love being able to see my cock going in and out. You have one of the most gorgeous asses I've ever seen, and I'll get to watch it while we fuck." Onny turned over and got up on her knees, pushing her ass up high. She laid her head on the pillow and turning it to the side, she grinned at Neil and said, "Bow-bow." Neil growled with mock ferocity and crawled up against her backside, guiding his cock into Onny's upthrust pussy. Finding its entrance, he pushed his hips forward and slid his shaft in, pushing it into her hot depths. "Ohhhh," Onny moaned, "it's still so hard. Ahhhh, it goes in so deep this way." Neil looked down to where his cock was buried so fully and deeply in Onny's pussy. He pulled it out, watching the lips of her nether opening draw out with his cock, circling it tightly. Then, when a mighty shove, he drove it all the way back into her sopping wet hole. As he continued his see-saw movements, he could see sperm being forced out, forming a frothy circle around his cock. Onny leaned forward each time he pulled out and then jerked her hips back toward him with each of his forward thrusts. She had her eyes closed now, a smile on her face, fully participating in the coital motions and obviously enjoying being so thoroughly fucked. Neil was enjoying it, too. Just the sight of Onny's ass working backward and forward made his libido soar even higher. His pleasure was mounting fast and the feeling of climbing higher and higher was coming on him. His vision was becoming blurred, little sparkles coming before his eyes, and he knew that the second orgasm he had been building to through their thirty minutes of almost non-stop fucking was rapidly approaching. Neil grunted with each of his thrusts, working faster and with even more force. Onny moaned loudly and put her finger on her clitoris, rapidly rubbing and stroking her fingertip across the bulging little nubbin nestled at top of her gaping, engorged labial lips. Neil used quick, short strokes, his hips moving as fast he could thrust in and out. He cried out in ecstasy as the first contraction of his cock caused it to jerk and swell inside the heat of Onny's pussy. Her hips were jerking, also, and twisting around and around, turning her pussy around Neil's now pulsating cock. The finger she had on her clitoris was almost a blur as she masturbated herself. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Onny moaned in a continuous cry of pleasure. Her ass started trembling against Neil's stomach and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, pulsating with little contractions and sending ripples all up and down his cock. A huge burst of come spurted out of Neil's cock, shooting out and making Onny's pussy even more wet than it already was. Onny grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, urging Neil to drive in even deeper, to get his sperm as deeply inside her as he could. "Oh, God, Onny, I'm coming! Can you feel it?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Onny screamed. "I'm coming, too! We're coming together. Come with me, darling. Fill me up with your sweet, white joy. Give me all your come, deep up inside me." Onny and Neil continued to fuck, gradually slowing down until they were just barely moving against each other. Neil's whole front was wet from their juices. They had come out around his cock, matting his pubic hair, soaking his balls, and down the inside of his thighs. Onny was just as wet--her ass cheeks where shiny from their moisture and the insides of her thighs were covered with a coating of their secretions. They stopped their motions entirely, remaining motionless, breathing hard, their contractions beginning to slowly ebb. Dominated at last, Neil's now-soft cock came out of Onny, falling down into the wet channel of her pussy. Neil pulled away from Onny and she reclined on the bed, turning over on her back so that she was facing him. Her eyes were half-closed and the soft smile on her face was one of complete satisfaction. Looking at her, Neil had a full appreciation of what the expression "well-fucked" meant. If ever there was woman who looked well-fucked, it was Onny at that moment. Neil lay down alongside Onny and turned on his side, facing her. For minutes they just lay there silently, each taking deep breaths, enjoying the slowly ebbing pleasure of their love-making. Onny finally broke the silence by whispering, "God, Neil, it's never been like this before. It's like I had never made love before." She turned on her side and they were now face to face. She put a hand up on his cheek and stroked it with light, loving touches. Leaning her head forward, she brought her lips to his and kissed him very gently. Their passion at last subdued, the kiss was one of love--tender, soft, endearing. She broke the kiss and with a smile whispered, "You did it, darling. I'm senseless, utterly and absolutely senseless." She closed her eyes, and breathing softly, fell asleep in only seconds. Neil realized that he was limp and exhausted from their extended love-making, so he pulled the light blanket up over them and turned off the bedside lamp. Within minutes, Neil, too, was fast asleep. * * * When Neil awoke the next morning, he found Onny's side of the bed empty. He could smell the aroma of coffee and bacon cooking and knew that Onny was up and fixing them breakfast. Remembering that they had immediately gone to sleep after a long, wet session of love-making, he was glad for a chance to clean up before coming face to face with Onny. He got his bag and went into Onny's bathroom to repair the previous night's damage. After making use of her toilet, he showered, shaved, and combed his hair. Wrapping a towel about himself, he went in search of Onny and breakfast. When Neil saw Onny, he almost laughed aloud at the incongruity of her appearance. There she stood, completely nude except for a frilly apron that covered her front. Her back was turned toward him and he took advantage of the opportunity to see her beautiful ass in the full light of day. She must have heard his breathing because without turning around she said, "It's about time you were getting up, Mr. Sleeping Beauty. I've been up for almost an hour. I've showered, shampooed, and gotten rid of all the residues a certain man left me with last night." After she ladled the eggs she was cooking onto a plate, she turned toward him and with a smile as bright as the morning sunshine beaming into the window said, "Don't I look domestic?" Neil laughed and said, "I like the way your backside looks better than the front." Onny grinned and said, "Well, if you don't like my apron, we can fix that." She reached behind her, loosed the apron tie, and shrugged it off her shoulders. As it feel into her hands, he had an unobstructed view of now completely nude body. If anything, she was more beautiful in the morning's light than she had been the night before. Even after a night of complete satiation like the one they had just had, Neil could not help reacting to Onny's sexual appeal and the front of his towel began to bulge outward, his cock swelling and tenting it out. Onny glanced down at the evidence of Neil's arousal and grinned. "Well, just look at you this morning. I thought I would have to feed you to keep up your strength, but you look like you still have lots left." "Like I said, old Roscoe is indomitable." Onny came up to Neil and said, "Well, if I'm going to be naked, so does old Mr. Indomitable." She grabbed the towel from his waist and whisked it off, leaving him as naked as she. With its covering removed, Neil's semi-hard cock jutted out noticeably. Turning away from him, Onny took their plates of food to the table and poured them coffee. "Come on and enjoy my culinary skills. It's a little early for a naked lunch, but we can have a naked breakfast." Grinning at him, she sat down and said, "Naked lunch will come later." After they finished breakfast and Onny had put the dishes in the dishwasher, she said, "Come help me change the sheets. It seems that some people we know got carried away last night and made a mess of them." She looked down at the well-used bedding and with a soft laugh said, "It looks like the whole sheet is one solid wet spot." Neil helped her change the bedding and doing so made him feel as domestic as Onny had looked earlier. Chores taken care of, Onny went to a closet and took a big book down from its shelf. She crawled up on the bed and sat cross-legged, the book in front of her. "I guess it's time I told you about myself. Get up here on the bed with me and I'll tell and show you all about Onny Olsen." Neil got on the bed and sat across from Onny, positioned Indian-style, just as she was. Seeing the crease between her thighs spread apart as it was served as a distraction and kept his cock at its half-erect state. Giving him a mock-stern look, she said, "Now how do you expect me to keep my mind on what we're supposed to be talking about if you sit there like that? We're supposed to be having a serious discussion and seeing you like that is getting me all hot and bothered. Tell old Roscoe to behave himself." Then with a return of her grin, "Well, at least for a little while, anyway." "Well, if Roscoe didn't have such nice hair-pie so close and staring at him, he wouldn't have this problem. He just a natural-born lover of beauty." Onny grinned and said, "Oh, poo, he's just a natural-born horny cock, that's all." Taking part of the sheet, she rumpled it up and covered her furry triangle. "There--out of sight, out of mind. Now maybe we can get our minds above our waists." Neil grinned and said, "Okay, on to a higher plane--on to the story of Onny Olsen, recently of Sweden." Onny and Neil both shifted perspectives and became serious. He was in love with Onny and really did want to know more about her, and feeling the same way about Neil, she wanted to share the story of her life with him. She told him that she was twenty-three years old, with all except the last one of those years spent in Stockholm. Even though she and her family were a mixture of both Swedish and Danish, they considered themselves Swedes. She had three siblings--two brothers and sister, all back in Sweden. She was the second-oldest, with only one of her brothers being older. Her parents had come to the United States to be interpreters in the United Nations, and having been able to get a job teaching Scandinavian languages in one of the New York language schools, she had come with her parents to live in the States. Onny reached for the big book in front of them and said, "Now that I've told you about my family, I want to show you their pictures here in this album. I think I need to warn you, though, about some of the pictures. We're a naturist family, and a lot of these pictures were taken at our camps. I hope you won't be shocked." Neil's expression became puzzled, and he said, "Naturist? I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the term." Onny gave him an impish smile. "I believe the American word is `nudist.' It means that we ran around without any clothes on--stark, buck nekkid--as you Americans might say. In a lot of these pictures, nothing but skin shows." Laughing, and giving him her best imitation of a dirty leer, she said, "And a little bit of hair and a few other interesting features, of course." She reached across and squeezed his thigh, and using a Greta Garbo accent said, "Vant to see some naked people, mister?" Seeing Neil's cock starting to rise again, she said, "Yeah, I do believe you're ready." The first pictures in the album were of clothed people, and Onny pointed out her parents and her siblings. They were a strikingly handsome family, all with the Nordic blonde hair and fair skin. She turned another page and the clothing disappeared. She pointed to a picture of her parents standing side by side, wearing nothing but smiles, and Neil almost caught his breath. Onny's mother Inga was stunningly beautiful--tall, slender, and full-breasted. Neil could see that Onny got her beauty from her mother, and from seeing Inga, he knew what Onny would look like in a few years. Her father Lars was handsome--also tall, but with a more solid physique. Another picture was of Onny's brothers. It had been taken several years earlier when her older brother had been seventeen and her little brother just twelve. Their names were Garth and Frith, and they both looked a lot like their father. That picture was followed by one of two beautiful girls, Onny and her sister Ilsa. If Onny hadn't told him she was fifteen and Ilsa fourteen when the picture was taken, Neil could have easily taken them to be twins. They were both well developed for their age: full growth of pubic hair, flared out hips, and breasts that grown women would have been proud of. Onny and Ilsa weren't children in that picture--they were fully developed nymphs, practically aglow with lush, feminine sexuality that any woman of any age would have envied. Onny looked down and saw Neil's reaction to the picture of she and Ilsa. Where his cock had been only semi-erect before, it was now fully hard and standing straight out from his body. She laughed softly and said, "I do believe that Neil likes little girls." "Not so little," Neil said. "You two don't look like little girls. You were both mature-looking, ripe and ready." Onny looked at the date written in on the bottom of the picture and said, "August, 1984. Yes, you're right. We weren't so little then--we were all pretty grown up the summer of `84. 1984 was a good year for all of us, for the whole family." She got a faraway look on her face and smiling wistfully whispered, "Oh, yes, that was a good year." Neil looked again at the picture, and then looked up at Onny. "You're beautiful now, and you were beautiful back then. Your body was fully developed. God, you looked good enough to eat." The sheet had fallen away from where it had been hiding Onny's pussy, and Neil could see that its lips were now gaping wide apart and slick with moisture. Just under them, the sheet was wet from where her secretions had been flowing. She moved the book from between them and reached out and stroked the inside of Neil's thigh, just below his now throbbing cock. "How about now?" she asked. "Do I look good enough to eat now?" Neil lifted his hands and put them on her shoulders. "You look scrumptious--twice as delicious now as you looked then." He leaned forward, pushing Onny so that she fell onto her back. He kept leaning forward bringing his mouth toward hers. "This looks like a good place to start," he said, brushing his lips lightly across hers. "You're not going to stop there, are you?" Onny murmured. "No, I'm going to eat all of you, all over." "Good," Onny said, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue between his lips as they came into contact with hers. Onny and Neil stretched out full length on the bed and embraced each other tightly. Seeing the picture of Onny in her nude, adolescent glory had turned him on immensely. Onny was turned on, too. Reflecting on something that happened about the time that picture had been taken had seemed to turn a switch on inside her, and she was just as inflamed as he was. They practically devoured each other's mouths, using their lips, tongues and cheeks to lick, probe, and suck. The sounds filling the room were liquid and obscene--hot sexuality meeting hot sexuality. Neil took his mouth away from Onny's and moved his head down to where he could make oral contact with her breasts. Her nipples were hard and standing rigidly up from the centers of the large brownish rings surrounding them, and he took one into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue all over its surface. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took as much of her breast into his oral cavity as he could manage. Sealing his lips against her flesh, he applied suction to her areola and nipple and strummed the area swiftly with his tongue. She arched her back up to his mouth and murmured, "Ummnn, good. Sweet sucking mouth." Switching breasts, Neil repeated the action, giving each of her spongy hillocks equal treatment. While doing this, he stroked his hands into the area between her thighs, lightly brushing her baby-smooth skin with his fingertips. She spread her thighs apart even more, allowing his hand to roam her thighs and giving him free access to the area that lay at their top, the very core of her feminine sexuality. He moved a hand over her pussy and stroked a finger up and down her wet furrow, feeling how slick and slippery her secretions were making it. It quickly sought out the little nubbin at the top of the crease and brushed across it with just the gentlest of touches. Onny's hips quivered at the touch and she mewled a soft little cry of pleasure. Holding his thumb on top of Onny's clitoris, he pushed two fingers into the hot, slick channel of her vagina, plunging them in to he reached his knuckles. She humped her hips up to his hand and twisted them around, causing his fingers to make little corkscrewing motions inside her pussy. She muttered, "Oh, feels so good inside." Neil extracted his hand from Onny's pussy and then turned around on the bed so that his head was alongside her hips. He stretched out and turned on his side, facing her. Reaching out a hand, he took hold of her hip and pulled it toward him, rolling her over so that her pussy was accessible to his mouth. He lifted her leg up and draped it across his back. Positioned this way, her pussy was right in front of him, spread wide and available for oral attentions. Up so close, Neil could smell her womanly aroma, the scent of vaginal secretions that covered the soft, tender flesh. The scent was like an aphrodisiac to him, and moaning softly, he plunged his mouth into the wet folds and crevices of Onny's pussy. Onny responded to Neil's action with ones of her own. Just as he had done to her, she lifted one of his legs across her back. Doing this put his scrotum right under her mouth, and she licked across the wrinkles of his bag with her tongue, moving it in wet circles all over its surface. Neil's cock jerked in response to Onny's stroking of his sensitive balls, and a small drop of pre-come oozed out of his cock's little slit. Onny lifted her head and licked the dribble off, leaving the crown of his cock wet with her saliva. Onny returned her attentions to Neil's lower groin, down to the small area between his scrotum and his rectum. She licked her tongue gently across this bottommost part of his body and he groaned, jerking his hips in reaction to the pleasure she was giving him. Taking both hands, Onny spread Neil's buttocks apart, allowing the little crinkled rosebud of his anus to come fully available to her. Extending her tongue out like a stiff little spear, she delved into Neil's brownish-colored little star. She licked all around it and probed it, giving him his very first rimming. He moaned in pleasure, his voice muffled by the wetness of Onny's pussy, and clamped his hips down on her head. She was receiving pleasure from what Neil's mouth was doing to her pussy, but knowing that she was responsible for causing the near-ecstasy he was experiencing caused her pleasure to soar to even greater heights. Neil's cock jerked and throbbed against Onny's neck and chin and she knew that her rimming was driving him close to orgasm. Without her even taking his cock into her mouth, he was about to come, to shoot his thick, creamy sperm from out his pulsating shaft. Hungry for the taste of his sperm, wanting not even a drop of it to go outside her mouth, she pushed Neil over onto his back and plunged her mouth down on his shaft, taking it into the depths of her oral cavity. She spread her thighs apart and ground her wet pussy down onto his mouth, pressing the wetness fully against his mouth and tongue that were avidly eating and lapping at her sexual flesh. Onny clasped the base of Neil's cock and pumped it up and down, jacking him in perfect timing with the actions of her tongue as it swirled around the sensitive, bloated head of his cock. She sucked and slurped at his flesh, pulling it deeper and deeper into her mouth until it bumped against its deepest depths. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed and took Neil's shaft into her throat, taking him all the way in until his pubic hair was pressed against her lips. She continued her swallowing actions, breathing through her nose, and massaged his cock with the actions of her throat muscles. Suddenly Neil's cock swelled within her throat, expanding even larger than it had been. Then it contracted, and she could feel his come as it gushed up the length of his shaft and spurted out in a huge, warm glob into her throat. Needing to taste the nectar that Neil was giving her, Onny pulled his cock from out her throat and held its head within her mouth, sucking it and tonguing its surface with continuous action. Responding to this treatment, Neil's cock continued to jerk and spasm and come continued to shoot out in a steady series of gushes. Despite her attempts to swallow every spurt, her mouth was soon filled to overflowing and come poured out and dribbled down and coated the base of his cock in a pool of hot, white cream. Neil had been too caught up in his own ecstasy to continue making oral love to Onny's pussy. She had been on the verge of orgasm when he stopped and only needed a little more to crest over and go plunging down into the delirious, spasming, depths of orgasmic pleasure. Taking her mouth from his cock, Onny turned around and sat on his lap, taking his cock fully within her pussy. She pulled him up to a sitting position with her and pressed her come-coated lips against his mouth, plunging her tongue into its depths. She pushed herself up and down on Neil's still jerking cock and continued pushing her tongue in and out of her mouth. Almost consumed with her lust, Onny moaned and worked her body frantically, climbing up to and finally reaching the crest of her climax. She growled her climatic growl and went into pelvic convulsions, her abdomen jerking and spasming as the ecstasy of orgasm washed over her in wave after wave. Onny and Neil broke their kiss and just clung to each other, clasping and embracing each other with a fervor they hadn't before experienced. Slowly they released their tight hold on each other and the pace of their almost gasping breathing gradually lessened. Neil's cock was still deep inside Onny's pussy, but no longer held as tightly as it was during her orgasm. They could feel the moisture where their bodies were united. Neil had already had a pool of come at the base of his cock, and the drenching flow Onny had released at her orgasm had flowed down and drenched him even more. With an audible plopping sound, Neil's now deflated cock came out of Onny's pussy and between their bodies. Onny and Neil then stretched out on the bed, totally relaxed, enjoying the small trembles, the little after-shocks of their orgasms. After a few minutes of silence, Onny whispered, "God, but we're good together. Making love with you is almost like being reborn." She turned toward him and said, "I love you, Neil." Neil took her hand into his and said, "I love you, too. For the first time in my life, I know what love is like." Onny whispered, "I'm sorry I wasn't a virgin for you." "That's okay. That's not important to me." "But it's important to me. I love you, Neil, and I want you to meet my family. But you have to know something about us before that happens." In a small, almost hesitant voice, Onny went on, "Neil, we're not only nudists, we practice family love. All my family members are highly sexed, and rather than take chances with strangers, we meet our sexual needs within our family. Neil, my brother took my virginity." Onny became silent, waiting for Neil's reaction to her words. He remained silent for a few moments, reflecting on what Onny had said and how she felt it was so important for him to know her circumstances. Then, very quietly, he answered: "Onny, my first time was with my sister. We gave our virginity to each other." Onny sat up and stared intently into his face. "Is that really so? You aren't just telling me this to help me through this confession?" Neil smiled softly at Onny and said, "No, that's the way it really was. Because of that I know where you're coming from. I'm not upset. How could I be? This is just one more example of how much we're alike, of how much our lives are starting to intermesh." "Oh, Neil, I didn't think I could love you more than I did, but now I find I can." She lowered her body down to his and they kissed, slowly and deeply, like lovers who knew all there was to know about the other, and liked what they knew. Onny sat up and looked down at Neil and said, "But that's not all, Neil. You need to know everything. Up until we just met, I also made love with my father. Whenever my urges got overpowering, I would visit Momma and Daddy and he would take care of me. Momma did the same thing for my brothers. Still does for that matter, when they are here or she's in Sweden. None of us are jealous of the others. We all love each other and love to take care of each other so there's no risk of disease. You're the first man, other than my Daddy and my brothers, that I've made love to." Onny sat there, silently, waiting for Neil's response. He gazed into her eyes and said, "I'm not jealous, either. Your family sounds like they are marvelous, loving people and I just can't wait to meet them." Onny almost squealed in delight and relief. "Oh, Neil, we ARE so much alike! I have to warn you, though. If I bring home a handsome guy like you, you might get hit on. Momma won't be able to keep her hands off you. My sister won't, either, if you ever meet her. Will that bother you?" "Not unless it bothers you." "No, it won't. Like I told you, we don't have one iota of jealousy among us." Neil grinned and said, "It DOES sound pretty interesting. If your mother stills looks anything like that picture in the book, it should be VERY interesting." Onny grinned back at Neil and said, "She's even better looking now. Every year she seems to get better looking...and more sexy." Neil pulled Onny down beside him and said, "Why don't you tell me how it happened between you and your brother. I want to see if it was anything like what my sister Johanna and I experienced." "Well, it happened in the summer of '84," Onny started out. "So that's why that picture seemed so important to you." "Yes, it brought back memories of my first time. It happened right after that picture was taken. Well, here's how it happened...." 1993 WARNING: The following story includes explicit language describing carnal love between consenting partners. It also involves an incestuous relationship. If you dislike or are offended by such content or if you are a minor or live in an area where possession of such material is prohibited, then please click "Delete Article" at this time This is a work of fiction. None of the characters, circumstances, events, or locations are real. Any similarity between them and actual persons, places, circumstances, or events is accidental and entirely coincidental. SCANDIA A Swedish Rhapsody PART 2 Onny's Introduction to Family Loving From the expression on Onny's face when she looked at the pictures showing she and her family, Neil believed that either the picture or the time it was taken was significant to her. As she later disclosed, the picture had been taken just before she had lost her virginity, and she had fond memories of that time period. Onny had told Neil that it had been her brother who made a woman of her, and since Neil too had lost his virginity to his older sister, he was neither shocked nor disturbed by her confession. He was interested, though, in hearing Onny tell about the experience so that he could compare it with his own. Neil asked Onny to tell him about what happened that year, and this is the story she told. * * * * As I said, it happened in 1986--August of `86, to be exact. The whole family was at Sunshine-by-the-Sea, a naturist enclave where we own a house. We always spent the entire month of August there. Daddy commuted to and from work in Stockholm each day, and all the rest of us--Momma, Garth, Frith, Ilsa and I-- stayed and lived at the enclave. The enclave was usually crowded in August because that was a good month for naturists--warm enough to stay nude all the time, even at night when we slept. We had lots of friends there, and August at Sunshine-by-the-Sea was always a happy time for us. It was an absolute rule that no one wore clothing at Sunshine-by-the-Sea. When people arrived, they were expected to immediately get rid of their clothes and become completely natural, that is, completely nude. Believe it or not, after a little while you get used to it and lose all self- consciousness. If people have fat bellies, you soon take that as natural and ignore it. Most of all, though, you ignore all the pussies and cocks and crotch hair right there before your eyes. There was another rule, too--it wasn't written down anywhere, but everyone knew it: You were never to show evidence in public of sexual arousal. If a boy or a man got a hard-on in public, it was the cause of great embarrassment. They had to leave right then and not come back until they could present themselves as decent gentlemen. Of course, how they managed to become gentlemen again was their business. They usually came back shortly, their cocks limp and sometimes still a little wet and sticky. For girls, this rule wasn't a problem. After all, who's to say a girl's sexually aroused if her nipples get hard and stand out a little--it might just be a cool breeze blowing. And if her pussy gets wet, it doesn't show much from outside; she's the only one who knows it. Boys, though, had a hard time. When all they had on was their skin, there just wasn't any way they could hide a hard-on. Ilsa and I kept score to see how many boys we could cause to be "embarrassed." If we couldn't mark down at least a couple a day, we worried that we were losing our looks. Ilsa was sixteen and I was seventeen, and we were both still virgins. We didn't like being virgins, and we both looked forward to Daddy or Garth making women out of us. Even though naturists put their daughters on the pill when they turn twelve, just in case something more than "embarrassment" happened, it was pretty much understood that when a girl reached sixteen she was to be introduced into family loving. It hadn't happened for either me or Ilsa, though, and we were getting frustrated and very horny. So horny, in fact, that we sometimes took matters into our own hands and got ourselves off. We had been using candles on ourselves since we turned fourteen in order to be sure the first time didn't hurt, but from the happy moans we heard coming from Daddy's and Garth's bedrooms, we knew a candle couldn't compare to the real thing. Although we couldn't say for sure, Ilsa and I both believed that Momma was the cause of our still being virgins. Momma adored sex and couldn't seem to get enough of it. Every night, we could hear she and Daddy having a good time, carrying on as they got off at least once and sometimes twice. As soon as they were through, she would go to Garth's room and the same thing would happen. Momma must have had three or four orgasms every night, and she kept herself, Daddy, and Garth completely satisfied. It looked like Daddy and Garth had all they could handle with Momma, and there just wasn't anything left for Ilsa or me. Even though Frith was only fourteen and so randy he got a hard-on every couple of hours, the rule about no fucking until you are sixteen applied to him, too. Even so, Ilsa and I were beginning to have serious thoughts about making an exception to that rule for Frith. Of course, with Momma taking such good care of Daddy and Garth, they never had to worry about being "embarrassed" in public. Frith, though, was another matter. He had the family's hot blood and seeing so many young pussies running around made him horny all the time, his cock poking out and causing Momma no end of embarrassment. At first Momma just sent him off into the woods to get rid of his hard-on, but he was tricky about it. He loved deviling the girls with his hard cock, and sometimes he would just pretend of get off. Momma caught on, though, and after that she went with him to make sure. Like I said, he was a horny little rascal, and Momma would have to carry him off every couple of hours and make sure he whacked off and got rid of his hard-on. Even though she laughed about the trials of being the mother of a horny boy, she sometimes got a little impatient with Frith. Her impatience was what led to my finally getting laid. One day when we were all down at the lake shore with a bunch of our friends, Frith got a hard-on. This was the third time it had happened that day and Momma had already made two trips with him to the woods to make sure he jerked off. She was a little exasperated with him and impatient about having to make another trip to the woods. So instead of her going, she called me over and told me that since I was the oldest girl in the family, she was going to give me the responsibility of taking Frith off and making sure he took care of his little chore. I pretended I was put-out about having to be a nurse-maid to my little brother, but in truth, the prospect of watching him masturbate excited me. When Momma sent Frith off with me, he protested that he didn't need his sister to help him do what he had to do. As soon as we were out of sight of the family, though, he took my hand and led us to a secluded spot in the woods. As soon as we got there, he turned to me and said, "Will you do it for me, Onny? Momma does it for me sometimes, and it feels so much better for someone else to do it." Well, I had been longing for a cock, and I'll have to admit that Frith's six-inch cock standing there hard as a rock and jerking around appealed to me. I told him that I would if he wouldn't tell anyone about it. He agreed without a second thought and laid down on his back, his cock standing ready for my hands. I sat down next to him and wrapped a hand around his cock and started moving it up and down, squeezing it as I masturbated him. I told him this was the first time I had ever done something like this and asked him if I were doing it right. He was beginning to pant a little and told me that what I was doing was exactly right. After a few minutes of watching his cock and feeling it jerk in my hands, I got very aroused. I had never held a cock before, and not only holding one but knowing that I was causing a boy to receive pleasure caused me to become very horny. Because of that, his next question came at just the right time. "Onny, will you suck on it for me? Please, Onny suck on it. I'm not old enough to shoot-off, so I won't come in your mouth. Please, Onny, I want so much to be sucked off." I asked him if Momma had ever sucked on his cock and he told me that she hadn't. He had asked her to, but she had said that even though she loved almost everything sexual, she just couldn't take a cock into her mouth. She didn't even suck off Daddy, and she loved him more than anyone in the world. Well, even though I loved Momma very much and didn't consider myself in competition with her in any way, I couldn't help but feel good about knowing there was something I could do that she couldn't. So without saying another word, I leaned over and took Frith's cock all the way into my mouth. I was really unsure about how it would feel and taste, but once I got it in my mouth I discovered I liked it. I didn't just like it, I loved it. Right then and there was when I found that I loved oral sex. Having gotten a taste of it, I went to work on Frith's cock like a madman--sucking on it, moving it in and out of my mouth, and swirling my tongue all around it. With that kind of treatment, all he could do was moan and enjoy every second of it. And seconds was about all it took. After just a little while, he started jerking his hips up and down and coming like crazy. He had lied about not being able to shoot off, and he filled by mouth with his sperm. I loved the taste of it, though, and swallowing every drop, I kept on sucking, trying to get more. He finally quit squirting and his cock shrank down to almost nothing. With the come I had given him it would be more than a couple of hours before he would be pestering the girls again. After it was over, he opened his eyes real wide and whispered, "God, Onny, I came like I've never come before. I'm sorry about lying about not being able to shoot off--I was afraid you wouldn't do it otherwise. God, Onny, that was SO good. Will you do it again for me sometime? Sometimes when I get real horny again?" Well, I tousled his hair and told him that if he was a good boy and sneaked into my room real quiet at night I would take care of him. Even if I wasn't being taken care of myself, I could at least take of my little brother. When we got back to the family, Frith's cock was so limp that even Momma commented on it, telling me that it looked like I did a better job with him than she had been able to do. Frith and I gave each other a knowing smile. That night after we had all gone to bed, I heard Daddy and Momma having their nightly fun time. They kept on a long time and there's no telling how many times Momma was able to come. I got so horny listening to them that I wished Frith would come see me right then. After a while, though, they got quiet and I listened, waiting to hear Momma make her usual visit to Garth's bed. Sure enough, Momma went to his room, but after a little bit of whispered conversation, she left and went back to her room. The whole house got quiet and it looked like everyone was finally going to get some sleep. I lay there for a few minutes, still miserable because I was so horny, and then the door to my room opened. Aha, I thought, Frith's gotten all horny listening to Momma and Daddy and now he's here to take me up on my promise to give him another blow job. I decided that I would give him a blow job, but that he would have to eat me in return. I needed to get off, and even if he wasn't allowed to fuck yet, there wasn't any rule that said he couldn't eat me. The door closed and I heard a voice whisper, "Onny, are you still awake?" I was so surprised that at first I couldn't answer. It wasn't Frith's voice I was hearing, but Garth's. I had been so horny before that I had almost gotten out my candle and relieved myself. Boy, was I glad I hadn't. At long last, I was going to get fucked. "Yes, Garth, I'm still awake," I answered softly. "I'm very much awake. Do you need something?" "Frith told me what you did for him and I was...uh...I was wondering if you would do the same thing for me?" "You're asking me if I'll suck you off?" "Yeah, that's what I mean. Frith told me how good it felt and how it was his best come ever. I've asked Momma to do it, but she always refuses...says it's the one thing she won't do. I've been wanting a blow job for years, so when Frith told me about his, I thought maybe you would do me, too. How about it, Onny? Will you do it? Will you, please?" Well, as you might imagine, I was disappointed. I was expecting to feel a cock inside my pussy for the first time, but he wanted a blow job, not a fuck. I was so horny, though, that I couldn't refuse him. If I couldn't have his cock in my pussy, then I would settle for my mouth. But he would have to eat me, too, though. There wasn't any way I was going to let him out of the room without my getting relief. Even though I was dying to go ahead and get started, I couldn't resist jabbing a sisterly needle, and asked, "Didn't Momma take care of you tonight?" "I told her I had a headache," he said, with a soft laugh. I had to almost bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. What a switch, I thought. Usually it's the woman who used the headache excuse, but when dealing with Momma, it's the guys who had to use it. Well, I told Garth I would do it, but only on one condition--that he eat me, too. He told me he had never eaten a girl before and wasn't sure he would know how. I reminded him that I had only done it that one time with Frith, so we would be learning from each other. He laughed and said it was a deal. I reached out my arms to him and said, "Well, get you're headache over here, big brother, and let's find out what 69 is all about." Garth came over and got on the bed with me, stretching out with his head to my feet--well, not really my feet, my pussy. When he did, his cock was right in front of my face, not more than an inch from my lips. It was the first time I had seen him with an erection, and the contrast between his cock and Frith's was something else. Frith was just fourteen years old and still a boy, but Garth was eighteen, and a man in every way that counted. Ilsa and I had seen some hard cocks when we had a chance to tease some boys our age, but they weren't anything like Garth's. His cock was at least eight inches long, about the same size as your's, Neil, and so hard it felt like a baseball bat when I reached out and put my hand around it. And it was about twice as big around as Frith's had been. I had been able to take Frith's whole cock into my mouth, but I knew there wasn't any way I could do that with the monster Garth was poking at my face. Garth must have been excited as I was because the whole head of his cock was wet and even more of his lubrication was oozing out of the little slit at its tip. I couldn't resist it, I stuck out my tongue and licked the whole head, slurping and sucking on it just like it was an ice cream cone. He reacted to that by moaning loudly and pushing his hips toward my face. I knew that unless Momma had gone to sleep she would be able to hear him, and I couldn't help but wonder what he'd tell her in the morning about his "headache." That thought soon vanished from my head, though, because at that point Garth reciprocated by spreading my thighs wide apart and burying his mouth into the wetness he discovered there. The feeling was beyond belief. That was the first time anything other than my hand or a candle had delved into my secret place, and I was almost beside myself with the pleasure of it. When he ran his tongue up and down the full length of my furrow and reached my clitoris, I started coming immediately and continuously. I had been there on my bed for over an hour listening to others giving and receiving pleasure and I had gotten so aroused that all it took was just one touch to my little nubbin to send me crashing into the most intense orgasm I had ever had in all my seventeen years of living. You know how you hear about orgasm being like fireworks going off? Well, that was exactly the way it was for me. It was like all the Roman candles of you American's Fourth of July going off at once. I had my legs clamped around his head, my pussy pushed hard against his mouth, and I was moaning and crying in ecstasy. I didn't care who heard me. I had listened to the sounds of pleasure coming from the other members of my family and now it was finally my turn. I could tell that Garth was enjoying my reaction. Knowing that he was causing me such pleasure must have increased his because his hips started thrusting forward, working more of his cock into my mouth. As he did, he thrust his tongue as deep into my pussy as it would reach and wiggled it all around inside my little virgin hole. That just sent me off again, causing another wave of orgasm to come over me. If anyone had been asleep, they couldn't have been any longer because I took Garth's cock out of my mouth and screamed, "Oh, God, Garth! Oh, Garrrrrth!" over and over again. The pleasure just seemed to go on and on and on, reaching every nerve, every atom in my body. Having experienced such pleasure, I wanted to give it back to Garth in equal measure. I sucked on his cock and pumped it up and down, going at it as avidly as he had gone at my pussy. That kind of action soon had him thrusting his hips toward me and moaning with soft sounds of pleasure. By then I had almost two thirds of his cock in my mouth, its head all the way back to my throat, and was sucking and tonguing it like mad. I could feel it jerking in my hands, each jerk sending out a little dribble of his hot juice. I thought maybe he was coming already and that it was his sperm that I was getting. Boy, was I ever wrong. What I was getting was just a foretaste of what he was just about to give me. Suddenly, the head of Garth's cock swelled even larger than it had been, and the staff grew even more rigid. It jerked in my hand, contracting, and then swelled again. Then he started spurting. His cock kept on jerking and contracting and huge jets of his sperm gushed out into my mouth. I had swallowed Frith's come when I sucked him off, and I tried to do the same then with Garth. As fast as I swallowed, though, it wasn't enough. My mouth soon filled to overflowing and his hot spunk covered my lips and ran down my chin and dripped down into a puddle on the bed. It was like I had a fountain of come in my mouth, pouring out in a never-ending stream, filling me up and going all over my face and the bed. I kept his cock in my mouth, still sucking on it until his sperm finally stopped flowing. I knew I had succeeded in giving him the kind of pleasure I had wanted because all through this he moaned "Oh, Onnie...Onnie" loud enough for the whole house to hear him. I finally removed my mouth from his cock and whispered, "Was that what you wanted, Garth? Did I do it the way you wanted?" Garth turned around and lay down on the bed, snuggling up with his arms around me. Answering softly, he said, "Oh, God, Onny, was it ever. Was it good for you, too? Did I do it the right way?" I couldn't help but tease him some more and said, "Well, I only came three times, but I guess you'll do." Although we had just had intense orgasms, we were still filled with sexuality and were caressing each other's bodies, softly feeling and touching each other. He had a hand between my legs, stroking the wet lips of my pussy and I was squeezing his still semi-hard cock. As if he had been thinking about it before speaking, Garth asked, "I guess Dad does better than I do, huh?" I told him that Daddy had never done anything with me, that other than what Frith had told him about, that was my first time with any of the family. He whispered, "You mean...?" Impatient, I finished the sentence for him, saying, "Yes, it means I'm still a virgin. God, Garth, I'm seventeen and nobody's fucked me yet. And not Ilsa, either. Every night I've waited for you or Daddy to come make a woman of me, but it never happened. Listening to you and Daddy and Momma every night has kept me so horny I could die. Is there something wrong with me that you don't want to fuck me?" "God, Onny, I assumed Dad was taking care of you. I had no idea you were hurting like this. Oh, Onny, I'm so sorry." I was still squeezing his cock, and I felt it swell up and fill my hand. Within just seconds, it was completely hard and just as stiff as it had been earlier. I could feel the throbbing of the blood in his shaft and knew that what I was telling him was bringing him up to full arousal again. While I was making hand-love to his cock, his hand was busy, too, with his fingers running up and down the slit of my pussy and making it even wetter with my juices. He slipped one and then two fingers into my hole, exploring what he had just found out was virgin territory. We were both squirming our hips in pleasure, our passions climbing up and up. I put my lips against his and kissed him softly. As I pulled my lips away, I squeezed his cock real hard and whispered, "Why don't you show me rather than tell me how sorry you are?" Garth wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me hard against him, kissing me just like a lover, not a sister. We put our tongues into each other's mouths and explored this territory that was new to us. I could taste the muskiness of my pussy, and I knew he was getting a taste of his own sperm. I exulted in the sheer eroticism of what we were doing and moaned as pleasure flowed over me. I realized that we were carrying our family relationship one step forward--where we had been just brother and sister before, now we were brother and sister and lovers. I had become so excited that I couldn't wait one more moment to be fulfilled. Moving my lips away from his, I murmured, "Oh, God, Garth, fuck me. Put your cock inside me and fuck me." Garth took his arms from around me and turned me over so that I lay on my back. Up on his hands and knees, he spread my legs apart and scooted up between them so that his cock was almost up to my pussy. In the dim light of the room, I could see it standing out in front of him, hard and firm, almost nestled into the hair at my crotch. I was trembling in anticipation, my whole body on fire for what he was about to do. I had been waiting for this, wanting it so bad, and now it was finally going to happen. Garth was about to put his cock inside my pussy, to push it deep inside me, and make me a woman in every sense of the word. I wanted to shout with joy. At long last, I was going to fuck. Garth put his hand on his cock and guided it toward the wetness between my legs. As he did, he whispered to me, "Yeah, I'm going to show you. Am I EVER going to show you." He kept pushing forward until his cock was between my pussy lips. I felt how hot and hard it was and couldn't help but moan from the sheer pleasure the touching of our sexual flesh produced. My fingers hand been there, I had used the candle, and Garth had just had his tongue there, but none of those could compare with what it felt like to have Garth`s cock touching that place. I felt Garth run his cock up and down my wet slit, seeking the way inside me. As he came to the entrance to my vagina, I eagerly pushed back, thrusting the opening there between my legs up to meet his probing. After what seemed an eternity to me, the big round knob on the end of his shaft found the right place and just barely went inside me. I couldn't help but gasp as I felt it go in. Even though I had used the candle on myself to make my first fucking easier, I really hadn't stretched myself all that much. God, but his cock felt big. At the same time, though, it felt good. I loved that good feeling and I didn't want him to stop. I loved Garth, too, for making me feel that good, so I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him hard. Then I whispered to him, "Go on, Garth, do it. Oh, God, do it!" Slowly, inch by inch, Garth pushed his cock inside my pussy. I felt my internal flesh opening up, spreading itself, as Garth's hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper. Although I felt full beyond belief, there wasn't any pain. I had done the right thing with the candle, and I would be able to fuck Garth without worrying about any pain or discomfort that might have come from his breaking my maidenhead. Then I felt Garth's pubic hair come into contact with mine and the head of his cock pushed against the bottom of my pussy. At last, Garth had gotten all the way in me. God, I thought, I got all of his big cock inside my pussy. I can feel it so deep inside--it must have reached all the way up into the middle of my belly. I really felt proud at that moment. Even as big as he was, I was woman enough to take it all. After reaching bottom, Garth stopped and whispered, "Oh, God, Onny, you're so tight. It's so hot up inside your pussy, and it feels so good." I smiled up at him and said, "Maybe it's not because I'm so tight. Maybe it's because you're so big." I guess my teasing him that way caused him to worry because he said, "Oh, gee, Sis, does it hurt? Do you want we to take it out?" "Don't you even think about taking it out," I told him. "No, big brother, it doesn't hurt--it just fills me up so completely. Leave it right there for a little bit and let me get used to having your big log up inside my little old pussy." I pulled him down to me and kissed him again, saying, "It's a good log, though, and I love it. I love having your log in my fireplace." Garth remained still, his cock buried to the hilt, and the walls of my pussy slowly relaxed and stretched so they fit his cock comfortably. I lowered my hips, pulling my pussy from off his cock about an inch, and then humped back up against him, getting all of him back in me. His cock slid easily inside my pussy, and felt slick and slippery. The wetness inside my pussy was mixing with his pre-come and making my pussy just right for fucking. I pulled him back down for another kiss and continued my up and down movements, fucking his cock with my pussy. Breaking the kiss, I told him, "You don't have to stay still any longer. How about joining me in my first fuck." Garth pulled his hips back and I could feel his cock being pulled out of my pussy. The friction of our sexual flesh sent shivers through my body, and I moaned at the exquisite pleasure it gave me. Then he shoved himself all the way back in, spreading the walls of my pussy apart once again as his cock reopened the tunnel. "God," he whispered, "but you're so incredibly tight. It feels so much better than anything I've done before. I see now why men like to fuck virgins." At about this time, Garth's cock came into contact with my clitoris and I jerked and moaned in response as a small orgasm made my pussy contract. "Oh, God, that's so good," I said, shoving my pussy hard against him. He could tell he had found my pleasure button, and he thrust harder and faster, pushing his cock against me time after time. I couldn't help but make little mewling sounds, just noises, not words, as he fucked me faster and faster. He had me on the very brink of a massive orgasm, and even though I fought against it, wanting to make the pleasure last and last, it was no use. The feeling he was giving me with his cock couldn't compare with what I done with my fingers or a candle...it was beyond anything I had imagined in even my most erotic fantasies. Then even my last reserves were gone and I started coming, coming like I had never done before in my life. I threw my head back and screamed, "Oh, Garrrrth! Oh, God, I'm coming! Ohhhhh, coming...commminnng...commmmminnnnnng." Garth lifted both my legs up and put my feet on his shoulders. He started pistoning his cock in and out of my now even more lubricated pussy, working it in and out as fast as he could move. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried to the base, all the way into the very deepest parts of me. It swelled up, I mean I could actually feel it expand my pussy as it swelled, and then it jerked and just seemed to explode. A hot jet of his sperm shot out and filled my pussy, flooding it and making it even more slick. He pulled his cock out once more and then shoved it back in, and another shot gushed out. He just keep on spurting, his come pouring out in a torrent. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back and forth, pulling my pussy to each of his thrusts. He shouted, "Yes, Onny, yes! I'm coming, too. Oh, God, I'm coming, coming hard, oh, so hard." Another wave of orgasm hit me then and I climbed to a new peak of pleasure. I clutched his arms with my hands, shoving my pussy toward him, and cried, "Oh, God, I'm coming, too! Keep fucking me. Oh, God, don't stop! Fuck me, Garth. Keep fucking me hard." I know we must have kept on for another two to three minutes, just like two mad people, fucking each other as hard as we could go. Finally, he stopped coming and my orgasm began to slowly subside. He lowered my legs and let himself down fully on top of me, resting himself on his elbows. His cock was still buried inside me, and the last of his contractions were slowly fading. He kissed me again, soft and tender, our passions spent. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Do you believe now that I'm sorry? Am I forgiven?" I looked up at him and gave him my teasing smile, "Yes, I forgive you. But only until I get horny again. Then you'll have to apologize again. I have the feeling that you're going to have apologize over and over and over again." He gave me a teasing grin in return and said, "You'll find me one of the most repentant persons alive." Garth stayed and slept with me that night. As we were drifting off to sleep we could hear Momma and Daddy going at it again. I guess that the noise Garth and I made had gotten them horny. I was pleased they were fucking, since in a way I had robbed Momma of her time with Garth. Through the wall next to my bed, the one that was by Ilsa's room, I could hear muffled moans. We must have gotten her so hot that she had to get out her candle and use it. My last thought before going to sleep was about how sorry I felt for Ilsa. Maybe she'd get her turn soon. The next morning when we got up I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I would get from Momma. After all, in a way Garth had spurned her for me. I shouldn't have worried, though, because when I came into the kitchen where Momma was she hugged me and said, "Good morning, sweetheart. How do you feel?" I gave her a smile and said, "Oh, God, Momma, I've never felt so good in my life." Momma gave me a big grin and said, "Yeah, I know you must feel good. We heard you last night. We ALL heard." "Were we THAT loud?" I asked sheepishly. "You're an Olsen, aren't you? We Olsens are vocal, and people know when we're enjoying ourselves. Don't be embarrassed about it, sweetheart. We're all happy for you. The first time is always so special, and we're glad it was a good one for you." About this time, Daddy came into the kitchen. Usually in the morning his cock is all shriveled up, completely used up from the workout Momma gave it the night before. This morning, though, it wasn't. It was almost half-hard, hanging down like a swollen sausage. I couldn't help but feel a little surge of excitement seeing it like that. I had never seen him with an erection, and the thought that it might swell up completely right there in front of my eyes made me get all shivery inside. "Onny," Momma said, "I've been talking with Daddy and Garth, and I realize that I haven't been fair to you and Ilsa. I really hadn't thought about your reaching the age where you need regular loving, and I guess I have sort of monopolized Daddy and Garth." She grinned and continued, "I guess I have kept them kind of busy. Too busy to take care of you and Ilsa. Anyway, I decided I need to share, to let you and Ilsa get your share of enjoyment. I figured today is a good time to start, so I'm going to take Frith to the lake all day to go swimming. There'll be just be you and Ilsa and Daddy and Garth left. I want you to do some catching up without my being around. What do you think of that idea?" I put my arms around her and hugged her saying, "Momma, I love you and I love the idea." She looked down at Daddy's cock which had risen even more that it had been before and said with a laugh, "It looks like you're not the only one who likes the idea." Garth walked in about that time, and he, too, displayed a swelling cock. Momma laughed again and said, "You Olsen men. Thank goodness you're always horny." Then Momma got a frown on her face and said, "But what about Ilsa? Do you think she'll like the idea?" It was my turn to laugh now, and I said, "Momma, take it from me--she'll love it. Ilsa will absolutely adore the idea." Ilsa walked in about this time, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What about me? What is it I'm supposed to adore?" I laughed even louder this time and said, "Don't worry. It's something you're going to love." Ilsa frowned and said, "Well, after listening to you and Garth all night, there's only one thing that I'd love right now." We all broke out in laughter at that remark. We were still chuckling when we sat down to eat breakfast, all, that is, except Ilsa who still didn't know what we were laughing about. She had seen how big Daddy's and Garth's cocks were, though, because her eyes got real big at the sight. She didn't say anything, but I could tell from the way she squirmed in her chair that the sight of hard cocks together with the sounds she had heard from my room the evening before had her pussy wet and throbbing. Boy, was she going to be in for a pleasant surprise. As Ilsa and I washed dishes, Momma and Frith left, picnic basket in hand. As she went out the door, she smiled at me and said, "I won't be back until late afternoon. You girls have fun while I'm gone." I waved good-bye to them and thought, "Don't worry, Momma. We're going to have the time of our lives. Ilsa, especially." As we were finishing the dishes, facing the sink, Daddy and Garth came up behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them standing there, their cocks pointing out from their bodies, rigid and stiff. I felt shivery inside again, thinking about the prospect of getting fucked again. I wondered which one Daddy would pick. I was hoping it would be me, since Garth and I had had our fun the night before, but it really didn't matter that much. The both had eight-inch cocks, and they both knew how to use them. I was so horny thinking about getting one of those cocks inside me that it made no difference. Garth came up behind Ilsa and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her firm little breasts in his hands. She looked back at him and said, "God, Garth, what are you doing? Please don't tease me like that. Last night was bad enough without you're making it worse." Garth laughed and licked her neck, running his tongue up her neck until he reached the lobe of her ear. She quivered all over at the feel of his touch and turned around to him, angry at what she believed was nothing but teasing. "Garth..." she said, snapping out the words, then stopping when she felt his hard cock poke her in the belly. She looked down at his cock, and speaking more softly this time, whispered, "Garth...your cock...it's so hard." She pressed herself up close to him, pressing his hard rod between their bodies. "But what...?" "But what am I going to do with it? Is that what you want to know? I'll tell you what I'm going to do with it. I'm going to fuck you with it. Right now. Momma left me and Dad here with you and Onny, and he and I are going to fuck the two of you all day." Ilsa's eyes got even wider than they had been and she said, "You're not just teasing me are you?" Garth pushed his cock down and pressed it into Ilsa's pussy slit and said, "Does that feel like teasing?" "You mean I'm finally and really going to get fucked?" "I going to fuck you crazy. And Dad will, too." Ilsa threw her arms around Garth's neck and squealed, "Oh, God, Garth, make a crazy woman out of me." She pressed her lips against his and you could see them part as she drove her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss and said, "And will you lick my pussy, too? Like you did with Onny?" Garth picked Ilsa up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking adoringly into his face. She laid her head on his shoulder as they walked down the hall to her room. As the door shut behind them, I half-way envied her. I knew from last night what a thrill she was about to experience, the thrill of having a cock buried in your pussy for the very first time. By this time, though, Daddy was caressing me, and I forgot all about Ilsa. I knew that I was going to have my own experience and that it would be every bit as good as Ilsa's. Daddy had a soft smile on his lips, a smile that said he loved me as much as I loved him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him in the same way Ilsa had kissed Garth. I broke the kiss and whispered, "Daddy, I've wanted this for a long time. I love you and I want to make love to you. And for you to make love to me." I couldn't keep from coming up with one my grins, though, and said, "And can fuck each other crazy, too?" Daddy laughed and pulled me hard against him, kissing me and exploring my mouth with his tongue. As our mouths separated, he put his hands on my buttocks, squeezing them and pulling me hard against him so that his cock slipped in between the lips of my pussy. He moved his hips in circles and made his cock spread my lips apart even wider. Finally, he pulled his hard flesh out of my wetness and looked down, "God, but you're wet already. You're as hot as I am." "Oh, God, Daddy, I'm on fire. Let's go to my room. I want you so bad. Oh, Daddy, I need to be fucked so bad." Just as Garth had done with Ilsa, Daddy picked me up in his arms. He was so strong that he made me seem weightless. As I laid my head against his shoulder, he put his mouth to mine, and we kissed deeply all the way to my room. Daddy laid me gently on the bed, not even closing the door behind us. I thought it was kind of funny, Garth and Ilsa closing their door. We all knew they were going to fuck, just Daddy and I were, so what difference did it make? Maybe because it was going to be Ilsa's first time they felt they needed a little bit of privacy. Me, I didn't care. After finding out the night before how vocal fucking made me, a closed door wasn't going to make much difference. Daddy stood there, quietly looking at me as I lay there before him. "Onny, you've turned into a beautiful young woman with my hardly even noticing. You've got a perfect body, just like your mother. I want to just lick you all over and taste every part of you." "Oh, Daddy, will you? And let me do the same to you? I want to suck and taste your cock." "Yes, Baby, we'll do it all. Here, let me start on you." He knelt down beside the bed and licked my nipples, making them stand up even more firm and erect than they had been. He was a master with his tongue, using it with a delicate touch that soon had me arching my back up to his mouth, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving. He moved his mouth down to my pussy and delved his tongue into its wet furrow. Pulling my legs around, he got me positioned so that my pussy was at the edge of the bed and all he had to do was kneel there and feast. At that was what he did, his tongue all over my pubic area, licking up and down the labia, delving into the tight opening to my pussy tunnel, and then moving up to the little round protrusion of my clitoris. As he licked across it, I jerked my hips up and made little gasping sounds of pleasure. I wasn't the only ones making sounds. I clearly heard Ilsa's voice through my wall shouting, "Oh, Garth, Garth! That's so good! Oh, God, that's so good." It sounded like Ilsa was getting the same treatment I was, and if that was the case, I could understand her joyous cries because I was beginning to make louder noises myself. Daddy had me on the verge of orgasm and I didn't care. I wanted to come and come and come, all day long. "Oh, Daddy, you're going to make me come. Oh, God, Daddy, keep sucking on my nubbin." Daddy put the little nubbin of my clitoris between his lips and fluttered his tongue across it rapidly. It was too much, and pushing my pussy hard against his mouth, I shouted at the top of my voice, "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm commmminnnggggg." Spasms took over then and my body shook in ecstasy. Daddy kept sucking and I flew higher and higher, cresting to an orgasm more intense even than the ones I had had the night before. He finally stopped the motions of his tongue and I relaxed, still shivering, but limp with the lassitude that such an orgasm gives. After I recovered, I sat up and pulled Daddy to a standing position. His cock was right in front of my face and I couldn't resist it. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took as much of his cock flesh into my mouth as I could. I was able to take about half of it before he bottomed out, his cock brushing against the back of my mouth. I sucked on it, making wet slurping sounds as I made love to his cock. His cock pulsated and throbbed as I held it in my hands and from the groans that were coming from his mouth I knew that I was giving him a special treat. Momma wouldn't suck his cock, but I would. God, would I. I loved having his cock in my mouth and knowing that I was giving him a very special kind of pleasure. Suddenly, Daddy pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth with an audible sound. "Oh, God, Baby, that's so good. But if you keep that up, I'll be coming in just a few seconds." I looked up at him and said, "But I want you to come. I want you come in my mouth and fill it up with your sperm." "I want that, too, but we'll do it some other time. Right now, I want your pussy. Oh, God, Baby, you're so young and you're going to be so tight. I just can't wait to feel my cock inside that little pussy of yours." Daddy's words filled me with new lust. Even though I had just had an orgasm, I was rising to new heights of passion. The way he said he felt about my pussy made me want to give him what he wanted. Suddenly, there wasn't anything I wanted more than to have Daddy's cock buried all the way in my hot little hole. Daddy wanted to fuck me, and I ached for him to do it. I looked up at him and whispered, "Yes, Daddy, I want you to do that. I want you to fuck me. I want your hard cock up inside my tight little pussy. Yes, Daddy, fuck me. Do it right now." Daddy growled softly and said, "Yes, right now." He pulled my legs even farther apart and moved in between them. With me on the side of the bed like that he would have to stoop down to get his cock in my pussy, so I lifted my hips up and put a big pillow under them. It made us a perfect match--his cock was right in front of my pussy, right there where all he had to do was push forward and it would slide it all the way into my honey hole. He guided his cock toward my pussy and whispered, "Oh, God, such a nice little pussy. My little girl has the sweetest pussy." I could hardly believe how wet I had gotten. The moisture was more than the result what he had done with his mouth--my own juices adding to it and making it overflow with lubrication. As he moved his cock head up and against my wet flesh, he muttered, "So wet. God, Onny, you're so wet." I looked up at him and whispered, "You've done that to me. The anticipation of this got me so hot that my pussy's almost flooding." Those words seemed to inflame him even more, and he thrust his cock toward me, directly into my sopping hole. I had been a little worried that I might be sore from Garth's fucking me for the first time, but as Daddy penetrated his big cock into my pussy all I felt was pleasure. Even though Daddy's cock was even bigger than Garth's had been, my pussy was stretched enough now to take it without any discomfort. I felt him pushing himself into me, deeper and deeper, and I said, "Give it all to me, Daddy. I can take every bit of it." Daddy kept thrusting until I felt the base of his cock push up against my pussy. I felt a surge of exultation--I had really done it, I had taken all of his eight or nine inches of hard man cock completely in me. I clamped my pussy down hard on his shaft, flexing my internal muscles so that he could feel the heat of my pussy around his throbbing spear. Daddy sighed and murmured in pleasure, "Oh, Baby, so good...you're so tight...oh, sweet virgin pussy...sweet...hot...tight...little...pussy." Having Daddy's hard cock in my pussy was something I had dreamed about for years, and having it now a reality made my passion soar. I pushed my pussy hard against him and worked my hips around in circles, muttering, "Oh, God, Daddy, I've wanted your cock in me for so long. It feels just as good as I dreamed it would." I reached up and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him down to me so that his chest crushed against my breasts. Filled with desire, I kissed him, moving my tongue wildly about inside his mouth. Hardly breaking the kiss, my lips just against his, I said, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Use that big, hard cock and make me come." Those words were too much for Daddy, and he pulled back and started pounding himself in and out of me. I spread my legs apart and then wrapped them around his hips so that I could meet each of his thrusts with my own. Almost immediately, my pussy started spasming, contracting down on his cock. Convulsive ripples moved across my belly and into my thighs, and I started jerking and moaning. Seeing that I was starting to orgasm, Daddy put a fingertip right on top of my clitoris and stroked it lightly. I screamed in ecstasy. The pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, all the way to the bottom and then out to the very lips, together with what he was doing to my clitoris crashed me over the peak of orgasm and made me almost faint from the most overpowering sexual sensation I had ever experienced. I screamed "Ohhhh, ooohhhhh" over and over again, tears of pleasure and joy streaming down my face. Daddy looked down at me and whispered lovingly, "Yes, Baby, come. Come for Daddy. Come hard for me. Keep on coming." All the time he was saying this, he kept his cock going, penetrating me to the very depths of my belly. My orgasm slowly faded in intensity and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Thank you, Daddy. That was incredibly good. I knew sex was going to be good, but doing it with you made it just that much better." I pushed myself hard against him and said, "But you haven't come yet. It's time for you to come now. Come inside me, Daddy. Fill me up with the same seed that created me. Keep fucking, Daddy, and come for me." Daddy said, "I'm awfully close to coming right now. It won't take much more." Saying that, he reached down and put his hands under my ass, lifting me up. I put my arms around his neck and he stood up, with my legs and arms wrapped around him and his cock still all the way to the hilt in my pussy. Then he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. I was on his lap, and we were face to face, with my breasts rubbing against his chest. Our lips were so close that I just leaned into him and we kissed. I could feel his cock throbbing and jerking inside me, and I knew that the kiss was just a prelude to his coming explosion. Still holding the kiss, Daddy put his hands on my hips and raised them up, pulling my pussy up to where just the head of his cock was still inside. Then he lowered me slowly, allowing my pussy to deliciously impale itself on his pole. God, but that was good, and my ardor began to climb back up from the lassitude produced by my orgasm. I thrust my tongue into Daddy's mouth, letting him know that what he was doing was getting me all hot again. I could feel another orgasm coming on, and I wanted him to know that my passion was equal to his. Daddy groaned into my mouth and started lifting and dropping me faster and faster. Each time my pussy came down on his cock, he thrust his hips up to meet it, driving himself hard inside me. Soon I was groaning, too, our sounds muffled by the kiss. I was climbing up and up and Daddy was, too, and we both knew that the ultimate in pleasure was soon going to overtake us. We both had our mouths wide open, licking the insides of each other's mouth. I squeezed his neck hard and gripped my thighs hard against his legs with each of his thrusts. Daddy pulled his mouth away from mine, and shoved up hard inside me, holding my pussy down hard against his cock. It expanded inside me, and I could feel its head grow larger as his explosion readied itself. Then it came and so did he. It was like a gusher going off inside me. His hot sperm jetted out inside me, and I felt its force as it erupted out of his cock. Daddy had his eyes closed and murmured, "Oh, Baby, oh, Baby, oh, God, Baby." His orgasm triggered mine, and I started coming when I felt his first gush of sperm shoot out inside me. I moaned and whispered, "Oh, God, Daddy, I'm coming, too. I'm coming again." We stayed like that for minutes, our arms wrapped around each other, breathing hard, convulsions rippling across our bodies and then slowly ebbing away. A feeling of beautiful lassitude filled my whole being. I had never felt so intimate with anyone before. We were covered with the sweet afterglow that great sex produces. It was a marvelous feeling, and I wanted it to last forever. After a while, though, I felt his cock shrink and gradually come out of my pussy, falling down between his legs. I got off his lap and knelt between his legs, taking his now half-hard cock into my hands. It was wet and slick with our juices, and a large drop of sperm was dripping off its end. "I love your cock, Daddy. I love what it does to me." Then, I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth and suckled on it. I used my tongue and cleaned all of it, making sure I got all his sperm. Despite the workout it had just gotten, Daddy's cock responded to my oral treatment, swelling and stiffening again. Daddy groaned in pleasure and said, "Oh, God, Onny, you keep that up and we'll be fucking again in seconds. Don't you think you should leave me something for Ilsa?" I reluctantly took my mouth from off his cock and reverting to my grin said, "It sounded like Ilsa did all right already. If her screams were any indication, Garth did to her what you just did to me." Daddy grinned back and said, "Yeah, he's a chip off the old block, all right. And he'll be in to see you when I'm in with Ilsa." I couldn't help but shiver in excitement at the prospect of another session with Garth. I was still shivering when Daddy and I got into the hot tub together. Garth and Ilsa came in a few minutes later and joined us. Ilsa had an expression on her face like I had never seen there before. It expressed every aspect of fulfillment, joy, and complete satiation. If ever there were a woman who looked well-fucked and completely happy, it was Ilsa at that moment. I couldn't help but pull her to me and hug her in sisterly love. The look we exchanged expressed words that we didn't need to speak. We had each been fucked by Garth and a new bond had been formed between us. We knew, too, that soon both of us would have been fucked by both Daddy and Garth, and our look included our mutual anticipation of that event. After we soaked in the hot tub for an hour or so and got our strength back, we all had lunch together. Cheese, fruit, wine, and a hot soak--these all had tremendous restorative powers, and it wasn't long until the atmosphere began to once again be charged with sexuality. Daddy had been sitting next to Ilsa on the couch and they were involved in little flirting actions, playing grab-ass sort of games. Before long, Daddy had his hand between her thighs and was stroking them, reaching all the way up into the space buried deeply between her legs. Ilsa had her head laid back on the couch, eyes closed, enjoying Daddy's attentions to her pussy. Garth and I were sharing a love-seat and he, too, was showing signs of arousal. He had his arm around me and was lightly caressing my breasts, drawing little circles around the nipples with his fingertips. His cock was getting hard and beginning to poke out from his body just a little. I couldn't resist it and put a hand on it and squeezed. My touch seemed almost magic, because Garth's cock sprang up, fully extended and stiff. Remembering how he enjoyed my sucking on his cock, I lowered my head and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. His hips came completely off the couch as he pushed his hardness up, striving to get more of it into my mouth. He groaned in appreciation of what I was doing and whispered, "Oh, yes, Onny, suck on it." Ilsa heard his words and opened her eyes to look. Then her eyes got even wider as she saw me suck on Garth's cock. She could tell from the expression on both our faces that we enjoyed what we were doing, that we were both getting pleasure for the oral love play. Then she smiled and gave me a look that said, "That looks like fun. I want to try that." And try she did. She knelt down in front of Daddy and sucked on his cock like she had been doing it all her life. Daddy groaned in pleasure as Ilsa attended to him. It wasn't long before both men had their hips in motion, thrusting hard cocks into the mouths of the Olsen sisters. Garth groaned loudly and pulled my head up from his cock, pulling it out of my mouth. "Oh, God, Onny, I'm about to come. I want to come with my cock in your tight little pussy. Come on, let's fuck." He took my hands and pulled me up from the love-seat and kissed me hard. Then he said, "Would you like to do it doggie-style?" I nodded my head enthusiastically. I wasn't quite sure what doggie-style was, but I was now so hot that I was game for anything. Garth showed me how to get on the floor and put my head down with my ass up. He knelt down behind me, his cock pointing right at my wide-open pussy. I had my legs spread apart and I knew that my pussy was right there in sight, ready for him to ravage with that big tool of his. It was a position of submission, but I liked it. It made me feel wicked and wanton, and I was more than ready for Garth to shove his cock up my now dripping wet hole. I realized then that both my holes were right there available for his cock. I had heard about anal intercourse from some my friends, and I shivered in excitement, wondering which of my openings was going to be filled. At that point, I didn't care which. All I wanted was for him to get inside me and make me come and come and come. Garth put his fingertip against the little rosebud of my ass and said, "God, you've got the cutest little ass. Someday soon I'm going to plow your little chocolate tunnel. Right now, though, I want your pretty little pussy." I felt the round knob on the end of his cock nudge into the opening of my tunnel and I groaned and shoved back, eager to feel his hardness up in my belly. As he pushed forward, he said, "God, Sis, you're as hot as I am, aren't you." In answer, I wiggled my ass and pushed my pussy back against his cock, taking about half of it inside the slick cavity. From across the room I could hear Ilsa say to Daddy, "Do me like Garth's doing Onny. I want to be fucked that way." Daddy chuckled and showed her how to get down in the right position. When she was on her knees, she was right in front of me, our faces only inches apart. We reached out and held hands, smiling at each other in satisfaction. Soon both Ilsa and I were being fucked thoroughly, cocks shoving in and out of our pussies. Each time Daddy and Garth thrust into our pussies, our faces came together and we stuck out our tongues and swirled them together. The room was filling with the sounds of our fucking, wet liquid sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, and groans, grunts and sighs of sheer pleasure. The hot smell of sex permeated the air, the odor of men and women in heat. Ilsa and I came at almost the same time, our bodies shaking and shivering in ecstasy. Ilsa pulled my face to hers and we kissed all the way through our orgasms, moaning into each other's mouths as pleasure waves moved through our bodies. Daddy and Garth continued to fuck us hard, all the way through our orgasms. Garth had his hands on my hips and pulled them toward him with each of his thrusts. He was giving me all of his cock, pulling it all the way out and then thrusting it back in, fucking me hard the way I was finding I liked so much. Daddy was doing Ilsa the same way. They were taking advantage of our submissive position and fucking us like male dogs fuck bitches. I felt just like a bitch dog, and loved it. From then on, I knew I would envy the female dog every time I saw dogs fucking. Ilsa screamed out, "Daddy, I'm coming again! Oh, God, Daddy, fuck me hard. Push that big cock in me, shove it in hard. Fill my pussy with your spunk. Give it to me." Her words seemed to inflame Daddy even more than he was, and he fucked her even faster than before. Daddy let out a loud moan and said, "Oh, God, sweetheart, here it is. I'm coming. Here it comes." Garth leaned down on my back and cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them in time with the way his cock was pistoning in and out of my pussy. Gasping, Garth said, "Oh, God, I'm gonna come. Can't hang on any longer. Here it comes, Onny. I'm going to fill your pussy to overflowing." He pushed one last time, hard and deep, and started shooting his juice out, a hot stream of liquid that filled my hole and ran down my front, drenching all my pussy and belly. The feeling of his come going all over me was fabulous and I started coming in response. I mean I CAME. A gut-wrenching, body-shaking orgasm that just went on and on. I could barely talk I was so weak from pleasure, and all I could get out was a soft, "Me too, I'm comminnng, yesssss, commmminnnnng." Soon our motions slowed down and then stopped. Daddy and Garth were motionless, each on his knees, cock still buried, and gasping for breath. Ilsa and I were each emitting soft little moans as aftershocks of pleasure tingled through our bodies. Letting out a moan, Daddy pulled his cock out of Ilsa and flopped down on his back, exhausted. Garth did the same with me and lay down next to Daddy. Daddy said, "God, what a fuck. What TWO great fucks. You girls are the best ever." Garth smiled and said, "I'll second that motion. The only thing I regret is that we didn't start earlier. Just think of all the good times we missed." I looked at Ilsa and we gave each other a knowing smile. We both knew that this was just the beginning--from that point on we intended to get our share of the fucking in the Olsen household. Momma would have to be a little more sharing. Now that the Olsen men realized what was just down the hall from them, she wouldn't have any choice. I looked down at Garth and was filled with love. Looking over at Daddy, I had the same feeling of tenderness. Even though they were family members and we loved them in that regard, they were also now our lovers, and even though it was different, that was a good kind of love, too. My eyes fell on Garth's now-soft cock. It was wet with our juices and covered with come. Daddy's was the same, with come still dripping from its head. I remembered the taste of Garth's come from the night before and how I had liked it. I looked at Ilsa and licked my lips, looking down at Garth's cock. She caught on immediately and smiling, licked her lips, too. Almost in unison, we bowed our heads down to Daddy's and Garth's cocks and took them into our mouths, slurping, sucking, and making all sorts of wet, obscene sounds. They both groaned at the oral contact and murmured softly as we ministered to the cocks. Garth's cock responded quickly, rising up and standing erect and firm. Daddy was a little bit slower, but Ilsa was equal to the task, and it was soon as hard as Garth's. Ilsa and I went at their cocks and sucked and jerked on them at the same time. After about five minutes of this action, they were shoving their hips up at us, groaning in pleasure. Garth came first, shooting his spunk out in gushes into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, letting only a little dribble down his shaft. Daddy soon followed suit, moaning softly as he filled Ilsa's mouth up completely, causing come to flow out the corners of her mouth and cover his lips and chin. We kept on sucking until their cocks were completely soft, just little worms that we could wallow around in out mouths. We finally gave up on them, freeing their cocks from their oral captivity. Ilsa leaned over to me and kissed me, rubbing her come-coated lips over mine. We thrust our tongues into each other's mouths, giving each other the taste of the other man's come. Daddy groaned and looked at Garth, saying, "My God, I'm completely used up. I don't think there's another drop of come left in me. And what about Momma? You know she's going to want to be fucked tonight. Will you be up to it?" "Oh, God," Garth groaned, "I'm just like you." He grinned at his father and said, "But I guess we'll find a way, won't we?" Ilsa and I showered together, washing the come off our bodies and feeling refreshed. We went in and started dinner, wanting to show our appreciation to Momma for giving the two of us our day. And what a day it had been. Non-stop fucking and non-stop coming. Nothing could have been better. Momma and Frith got home a little while later and she asked how we were doing. She took a look at us and said, "You don't even need to answer. I can see the look on your faces that comes only from good fucking." She laughed and said, "I hope you two left a little for me." Ilsa and I just looked at each other and giggled. That night Ilsa decided to sleep with me so we could discuss our adventures in fucking. After the lights were out, we could hear the voices of both Daddy and Garth in Momma's bedroom. Soon we could hear Momma moaning in pleasure. We both felt relief at the sound and were thankful that Daddy and Garth were up to their tasks. While the sounds were at their peak, the door to my room opened and Frith came in. "I've got a surprise for you two," he said. "What kind of surprise?" I asked him. Frith grinned real big and said, "I fucked Momma today. Not just once, but three times. She told me that since the Olsens now had three hot pussies to take care of, we needed at least one more cock to help. She said I might not be the usual age to begin fucking, but our family situation would cause an exception. Then we fucked and fucked and fucked. And she came each time." His cock had gotten stiff and erect as he talked about, and it was now hard as a rock. He might not be sixteen yet, but his cock didn't know the difference. Ilsa and I just looked at each other and nodded our heads. Scooting over to the side of the bed, we soon had our bottoms on the edge and our legs spread apart. I grinned at Frith and said, "If that's the case, why don't you fuck the other two Olsen girls." Frith just grinned and started in on Ilsa. He hadn't come yet when she did, so he came over and started fucking me. After several minutes of his working his cock in and out of my pussy, I screamed out that I was coming. My scream was almost an echo of Momma's scream. * * * * When Onny finished telling her story, she had a far-away look in her eye, a look of good times remembered. Suddenly, she was back to the present and with a soft little smile told Neil, "That picture was taken just before that day--the day that all three of the Olsen men fucked all three of the Olsen women." With a grin, Onny said, "Okay, that's my story. Now you tell me yours. Tell me about you and your sister. Johanna, is that her name? Do just like I did. Tell me everything, don't leave out any details." Neil nodded his head and said.... Day Dreamer 1993