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                                    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...."


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                           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. <Onny grinned as  she  said  this, her expression
       indicating she recognized its impossibility.>

            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, <Onny grinned real big
       at this statement> 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