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Subject: {ASSM} Nadia's Wanton Weekend, By Paris Waterman Revised 2003
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This story seems to be a favorite of my readers, perhaps its the touches of
sex that have been added to help fill out the story I don't know.  why not
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   Nadia's Wanton Weekend by Paris Waterman Copyright 2000 - 2003

   ONE

   Nadia had no idea how she had been persuaded to visit her classmate's
home for the holiday.  'They weren't even roomies,' she thought, rummaging
through the bureau looking for clean undies to bring.

   But she didn't recall protesting all that much either.  Telling herself
it wasn't that big a deal, her initial reluctance faded and the busty
19-year-old brunette from the Isle of Jersey found she was looking forward
to the weekend and packed accordingly.  She was ready the moment Marianne
pulled up out front with her borrowed van.  Marianne had promised the ride
out into the country wasn't really that long and happened to be quite
scenic.

   "Nadia, you don't know how much I appreciate your coming along.  I mean,
I need someone to talk to, being with my parents can be a dreadful bore
over a long weekend.  You'll have a good time I promise."

   "No problem," Nadia replied.  "Actually, I needed to get away.  Do you
have a large estate?"

   Marianne laughed as she hefted Nadia's suitcase into the back of the
van.

   "No, we don't have a sprawling estate.  My father's not a Lord or a
Member of Parliament.  But it is a good sized home.  I guess you'd classify
it as a Tudor style, and we are proud of our landscaping.

   "We have a pool in the back," Marianne told her, smiling broadly.  "I do
hope you brought your bikini.  We can take a dip after you meet everyone,
if that's okay with you"

   "Great," Nadia said.  "I did bring one, a new one.  Remember I posed for
those pictures last week?  Well that was the outfit I wore."

   "Oh that skimpy green thing?  It was a wispy piece of cloth that barely
covered your essentials if I recall"

   Laughing, Nadia nodded her head.  "Did you like it?"

   "Well . . .  it certainly showed those tits off," Marianne said
gesturing towards Nadia's breasts, "and left little to the imagination
about the rest of you," Marianne giggled.  "I'll bet you give my brother
John an erection he won't be able to hide."

   "I didn't know you had a brother?"

   "Well, the toad's only 15, but he's tried to peek in on me at every
opportunity for that past couple years.  Without success I might add.  But
he keeps trying."

   She giggled delightedly as she took the car into a wide turn.

   "I caught him masturbating one time when I barged into the bathroom."

   Curious, Nadia asked, "What did he do?"

   Still laughing, Marianne said, "He was sitting on the toilet with this
monstrous boner.  His hand was flying up and down it as he frigged himself.
He was so absorbed in what he was doing that he failed to notice me at
first.  So I made this sound, "Ahem."

   "Oh my God," Nadia said, as she felt herself getting excited at the
thought.

   "My God is right," Marianne said.  "His hands flew off it leaving
completely exposed for a second before he recovered enough to cover
himself."

   "Wow!"

   "Beet red.  He turned beet red.  I thought that perhaps he was having an
attack of some sort.  Then I took the initiative."

   "What?  How?

   "Simple, I attacked him by asking him what perverted act he thought he
was performing in our home."

   "God, you went right for the kill didn't you?"

   She turned and looked directly at Nadia.  "Of course!  I really had no
business barging in on him, did I?"

   "No, I expect not," Nadia replied.  "But still, what did he do next?"

   "Oh, he pulled his trousers up, and made the attempt to recover his lost
dignity.  I warned him that if he ever bothered me again by trying to peek
or spy on me, I'd tell the rest of the family about his perversion."

   "That's funny," Nadia laughed, "his perversion." She was very excited
now and longed to be alone so as to touch herself.  "As if you don't frig
off," she continued, "well how often do you, you know?"

   "Oh, at least once a day.  Perhaps more if inspired by some handsome
thing." She tittered and took one hand off the wheel and placed it between
her legs.  "I'm horny now," she said, glancing at Nadia, and her fingers
began to move.  "Care to join me?"

   "What?" Nadia said.  Warning bells were going off in her head, but she
had become wet and her hand was moving down even as she spoke the words.

   Marianne pulled the car off the road and into a roadside picnic area.

   "We'll stay in the car, but I think we both need to take care of
unfinished business don't you?"

   There was a pause as she awaited Nadia's reply.  Nadia said nothing, but
inhaled the smell from Marianne's pussy.  Finally she sighed and lifting up
her buttocks she tugged her slacks down to her knees.

   "Thank God," Marianne said, vastly relieved that Nadia wasn't a prude.
"You had me going for a moment.

   Nadia didn't hear her, she had her legs up hugging her chest, but her
right hand had found its way around her bottom and was stroking her vagina
very lightly.  Her eyes were tightly closed.

   Marianne let her legs stretch out toward Nadia, but was careful not to
intrude on her space.  Then her hand moved in between her legs.  She was
sopping wet and her fingers made a gushy sound as she moved them in and
out. Through half shut eyelids, Marianne watched Nadia's arousal reach its
peak as Nadia ground her hips deeply into the car-seat while her fingers
blurred in their quest to reach a climax.  Moaning loudly, a shuddering
Nadia rapidly achieved her climax.

   Marianne took a deep breath.  Her fingers were sticky from playing with
herself, and she licked them, tasting her youthful scent.  Nadia alerted by
the sudden hand movement, watched covertly, surprised by the sudden urge to
do the same, wanting even to taste Marianne.

   She shifted position and bent her leg so that it was flat on the seat
while the other knee was pointing at the car roof, giving Marianne a view
of her wet cunt.

   Marianne resumed fingering herself.  She was closing in on her climax
and brought forth a series of grunts, "Ugh, ugh, ugh, naughhh!" And urgent
sounds, "Come on, come on, come on . . .Oh this is . . .Ugh!  Ugh!  Yes! 
Yes!  Ahhhhhhhh!"

   Nadia resumed teasing her clitoris, trying to stimulate another orgasm
even as Marianne squirmed alongside her as she finished coming.

   Minutes later, Nadia was shivering uncontrollably from the effect of the
second orgasm and impulsively leaned over and kissed Marianne on the neck.
Marianne took her hand lightly and leaned forward, kissing her gently on
the lips.  Nadia returned the kiss, parting her lips slightly as she put
her hand on Marianne's shoulder.  Her heart beat quickly as the taste
Marianne's pussy was detectable on her lips.  Her hand slipped around to
the back of Marianne's head playing with her hair.  Marianne exhaled
deeply, taken off guard by the passion that she had aroused in Nadia,
unprepared for her tongue as it flicked over her teeth and explored her
mouth.

   "We, uh, better get back on the road.  We can't afford to be late," she
stammered.

   Nadia smiled in agreement.  "You're absolutely right." She paused
briefly and said, "I want you to know that I've never done this before.  I
guess it was everything, you know . . .  your brother, the close proximity
in the car.  But mostly it was you."

   "Perhaps we'll have an opportunity to explore things at length later at
my house," Marianne offered, with a sparkle in her eye.

   Nadia could only offer a faint smile in reply.  Her mind was racing with
the possibilities this weekend might bring.

   TWO

   An hour later, Marianne parked the car in front of her home.  A red
Labrador raced up to the car to greet her, followed by her parents and
brother John, who Nadia thought surprisingly handsome for a 15 year old,
and caused her to flush as she saw he was dressed to the right.

   Introductions were made and Marianne was pleased to see Nadia felt very
welcome.  As Marianne walked toward the house arm in arm with her parents,
Nadia, who was walking along behind with John heard them say that their old
friend, Paris Waterman would also be dining with them that evening.  Nadia
thought nothing of it except that Paris seemed an unusual name.  John
brought her back to reality by asking her if she'd brought a swimsuit and
clapped his hands excitedly when she told him she had.

   "Good!  I'll show you to your room and meet you at the poolside in
fifteen minutes," he said gleefully.  "You do swim don't you?" He asked
with some concern.

   "Yes, John, I swim quite well thank you," Nadia smiled back at him and
once again glanced downward.  Sure enough his erection was poking out even
as he tried, unsuccessfully, to hide it with her suitcase and bag.  Maybe
I'll see more of that later, Nadia thought as she opened the door to her
room.

   She made straight for the bathroom to relieve herself and then stripped
her clothes off, pausing to admire her figure in the mirrored wall.  At
first she frowned noting critically that her large breasts sagged a bit. 
"Well that's what bras are for," she thought.  Then hefting one breast in
her hand, she admired its size and smiled, as her nipple grew erect.

   "Oh my precious boobies," she whispered contentedly, "you do want to be
held and played with don't you?" Her fingernail grazed the tip of her
nipple and she moaned softly as it lengthened in size.

   "Well my boobies, I think perhaps you'll get your wish.  But I honestly
don't know who will have the honor."

   Still holding her breast, Nadia held it up to her mouth and she seized
the turgid nipple in her teeth and bit it softly before sucking on it for a
moment or two.  Then with a sigh, she allowed it to drop back into its
normal position and went for her suitcase to find her bikini.

   Nadia had no trouble locating the pool, but was surprised to discover
she was the first one there.  She settled into a lounge chair at the side
of the pool and made herself comfortable.  Marianne sauntered out moments
later and started giggling immediately as she joined Nadia, settling into
the chair next to her.

   "Did John show off for you?"

   "As a matter of fact he did."

   "You're not serious?"

   "Oh, I don't think he realized I noticed, but . . .  my God Marianne, he
bulges so."

   "He's hung Nadia.  Maybe we can tease him out of his suit.  Do you want
to try?"

   "I don't know," Nadia said, "we might get more than we bargained for."

   The girls stopped talking as heard a door close and shifted position to
turn and see John walking quickly toward them.  Nadia turned to Marianne
and asked if her parents would be joining them.

   "No, I asked Mother.  She's busy preparing dinner and Father has to
finish some business before Paris arrives.  Both are on the opposite side
of the house."

   "Hi girls," called John in greeting, casting what he thought were
secretive glances at each girl's cleavage.

   "Hi yourself," Nadia said smiling at him.  "Hello Nerdo," said Marianne
with mock disdain.

   John dropped the towel he had looped around his waist and ran to the
side of the pool, hesitated momentarily, then demonstrated surprising
agility as he dived into the pool, but not before the girls had checked him
out.  The bulge was there, in force.

   Marianne got up and leaned over the side of the pool, laughing as she
flaunted her breasts in his face as he held onto the side of the pool.  At
first Nadia felt embarrassed by her actions, but soon she rose up and
joined Marianne and got a thrill as she saw John's eyes open wide as her 36
B's hung out over his head.

   "John?" Marianne cooed.

   "What Sis?" He was treading water right in front of Nadia who still
leaned over displaying her tits and enjoying every moment of it.  If he
were older she wouldn't dare do this she thought.

   "Got any pot left?"

   "Sis!"

   "Come on John, I know you've got some stashed in your room.  Go get
some, we'd like to get a little high.  You can join us if you like."

   "Groaning at his discomfort at having to get out of the pool and lose
his position under Nadia's tits, he hoisted himself up and trotted inside.

   "Go on in," Marianne said, "I'll get us a few beers.  We ought to have a
couple hours before anyone bothers us." She turned and headed for the
house, hearing Nadia's splash as she dived headfirst into the water.

   Once in the water, Nadia began to touch herself, lightly running her
fingers along her lower lips as she thought about the bulge in his suit. 
Murmuring to herself, she cooed, "Feelin' good girl, feelin' good." Then as
if to prove it to herself, she slipped a hand into her top and lifting a
breast out, inspected it closely.  Goose bumps stood out on her areola, and
she pinched the nipple and closed her eyes as she bit her lower lip in
perverse delight.

   Paying close attention to her surroundings, she heard the door open and
quickly re-inserted her breast into her bikini top.  It was Marianne with
the beer, and Nadia left the pool to join her on the lounge chair.

   John returned with a smirk on his face, and sat down next to them.

   "This is some good shit girls, Jamaican shit, the best!"

   "Watch your language," Marianne chastised.  "Did you bring matches too?"

   "What do you think I am?" He asked defensively.

   "That's why I asked John.  I know what you are.  You're a horny toad. 
Now light up and start passing it around."

   Nadia giggled and opened a beer for John, which he gulped down trying to
prove himself.  The result was a loud burp.  The girls blatantly ignored
him, enjoying the first hits on the joint.

   "Show us your boner John," Marianne asked playfully.

   "What?"

   "Come on, tug those trunks down and give us a look.  Nadia wants to see
it."

   "Come on Sis," John said nervously.

   "Tell him Nadia.  Tell him how you crave cock," she said mischievously.

   "I don't crave it, but wouldn't mind a look.  I hear you're hung quite
nicely John."

   John was crimson.  He was also at the peak of his erection.

   Marianne reached out and ran her fingernails along his thigh.

   "Show us John.  Maybe we'll give you a treat.  Come closer."

   "I . . .  don't know," he said letting loose a lung full of smoke as his
fingers gripped the sides of his trunks.  Then, he complied, tugging the
suit down and off.  His cock, long and narrow, bobbed up and down against
his stomach as he moved in between the girls.

   "Wow," said Nadia.  "Can I touch it?"

   Not yet believing his luck, John stammered, "Y . .Y . .Yes, of course."

   Marianne lit another joint as Nadia reached down and caressed his
swollen shaft lightly with her fingers.

   "Give it a good hard squeeze Nadia," Marianne said, laughing.  It might
spit, but it won't bite."

   Nadia complied and began slowing moving her hand up and down his cock.
She gasped in surprise as the precum issued forth.

   "Are you coming?" She asked, concerned that it was over so soon.

   "No, silly," Marianne giggled.  "That's precum.  Taste it!"

   "Oh, no.  I couldn't," she protested.

   Moving closer, Marianne's hand reached out and took John's cock away
from her.  Nadia went rigid as she watched Marianne's pink tongue lovingly
circle the purple cock head before darting down and licking away at the
oozing fluid she'd refused to sample.

   "Ummmmm," Marianne moaned.

   "Oh, my God," groaned John.

   Fascinated, Nadia asked, "Is that a blowjob?"

   Marianne turned her eyes up to Nadia's as John's cock popped from her
mouth and replied, "Well, it's a start Honey.  Want a taste?"

   "No, no, you go right ahead." Nadia wanted to try, but was prevented by
her shyness of doing it out in the open space where they might be seen. 
Nadia watched intently as Marianne ran her tongue over her lips as she
looked up into John's face.  Her mouth formed a small O as she moved closer
to his cock which was thumping against his stomach.

   Nadia's eyes bulged as Marianne blew on the cockhead, and both she and
John gasped as Marianne pretended to bite it, then stuck her tongue out and
licked slowly around the crown.  She turned her head to the side and gently
sank her teeth into his flesh, causing John to moan in anticipation.

   Marianne paused to wet his cock more thoroughly, using her hand to
spread the moisture around.  Nadia's hand edged its way into her bikini
briefs and discovered herself sopping wet.  She was entranced by how much
more erotic John's cock was now that it was wet and glistening in the
sunlight.

   The only sounds Nadia could hear were those of the breeze blowing
through the trees and the slurping of Marianne's mouth on John's cock. 
Until John gasped loudly as Marianne began to massage his balls.

   "He likes this Nadia," she said calmly as she continued to scratch them
lightly with her fingernails.  "And sometimes this will drive a guy over
the top," she continued, leaving his testicles and dragging her fingernails
toward his anus.

   "Oh, my God . . .!" John moaned.  "Sis . . .  I can't believe how good
this feels."

   Marianne managed to turn him so Nadia could see what she was doing to
him.  Nadia plunged a second finger into her pussy as Marianne airily
traced circles around his anus.  John squirmed uneasily, but remained in
place.

   "Getting hot Nadia?" Marianne asked mischievously.

   "Oh, yeah.  Hot isn't the word for it.  You gonna finish him soon?"

   "Ummm, very . . .  ummm, back to work."

   With that, Marianne ran her tongue from his balls to the top of his
cockhead and over the top, pausing to kiss away the precum found there.

   "John?" she asked teasingly.

   "I can't stand it Sis, do me for God's sake, will you?"

   "He's ready for the good stuff," she said looking at Nadia fingering
herself.  "I guess you are too," and she laughed as her head lowered back
to John's throbbing cock.

   Squeezing it tightly, all three of them watched the cock stretch out
further in length, then Marianne closed her mouth over it as if she were a
sword swallower, taking half his length down her throat.

   John moaned in ecstatically.

   It was clear to Nadia as she sank her fourth finger deep inside her
cunt, that Marianne was enjoying herself.  She felt herself closing in on a
massive climax and began to shudder in anticipation.

   Through half closed eyes Nadia observed Marianne's mouth slide up and
down John's cock as if she were fucking him and wondered how Marianne had
become so proficient at giving head.

   John's face gleamed with sweat as he grimaced under the tension being
applied to his shaft.  Marianne took him from her mouth and giggled.

   "Tastes sooooo good Nad, wanna suck?  Oh, you're busy, maybe later. 
Gotta get back to my lolly."

   Holding John's cock gingerly between two fingers, Marianne gently traced
along the texture of his cockhead and down the side furthest removed from
his abdomen to the point where the inside of his thigh met the skin of his
scrotum.  Then she leaned over and started sucking him there.  John moaned
and Nadia saw his eyes roll back in his head a spilt second before she
herself lifted off the lounge chair before collapsing back, frantically
rocking her hips as she came hard.  Perhaps a minute passed before Nadia's
eyes opened and noticed Marianne as she switched tactics, making a huge O
with her mouth and starting to suck John hard and fast, using her hand to
accelerate matters.

   "Ahhhh!" Cried John, thrusting his hips forward and driving his cock
into the furthest reaches of her throat.

   " I'm . . .  coming!"

   Marianne began to moan as she sucked even harder as she felt John
swelling as he neared his climax and began to swallow even as the first
burst of jism cannonaded into her mouth.

   Afterward, Marianne lolled indifferently on the lounge-chair, with
dampened hair plastered to her forehead and traces of sperm along the sides
of her mouth.  Nadia lay inert, her mouth lolled open as if she didn't know
what would happen next, but non-the-less, waiting patiently.  John stood
before the two girls squeezing the last trace of sperm from his flaccid
member as he grinned lewdly at them.

   "Ummm," said Marianne, "John, light up another joint for us will you?"

   "Oh, sure Sis," and he handed her the remaining joint and lit it
carefully as she held it to her lips and drew in sharply, then held it out
for Nadia.

   "Nadia?" He asked.

   Nadia, her mouth filled with smoke from the joint, tore her eyes away
from his fast rising cock, and said, "What?"

   "Would you think me rude if I asked you to show me your tits?"

   "Ahhhh, I don't kn . . ." and abruptly changed her mind.  After all
she'd just gotten off watching his cock being swallowed.  Who cared any
more anyway?

   Marianne seemed to be awaiting her answer with some interest.

   "Sure, John," she said lazily, "You can touch them if you like, but go
easy, they're very tender," wishing he would bite them hard.

   She pulled her top over her head and as her breasts bounced free John's
eyes widened with lust.  Absentmindedly, he crushed the joint out and
flipped it into the natural area behind him.  Nadia placed a hand behind
his neck and pulled him down to a breast, smiling contentedly as he groaned
on seeing her hardened nipple coming toward him.

   Marianne knelt down beside Nadia to watch for a moment, then said, "I
think I'll leave both to him, then took John's semi-limp cock back into her
mouth.

   "Nadia continued to hold John firmly to one breast and reveled in the
sensual feeling his sucking on her nipple generated throughout her body. 
Opening her eyes she glanced down to watch his glistening cock sliding
easily in and out of Marianne's mouth.

   "Play with my nipples, John," she moaned.  "Pull on them gently."

   His wet hand roamed across her breast, tweaking her other nipple as the
one he was sucking on dropped from his mouth.  He gazed up at her lust
filled face as he took a nipple in each hand and pulled them out.  Nadia
moaned in pleasure.  He began to squeeze them, gently at first but then
harder and harder in concert with her moans.  Nadia's hand edged its way
back into her bikini bottom, until only her wrist was visible to a gawking
Marianne.

   "You're gonna wear it out frigging yourself like that," she laughed
through a wet mouth.

   "Bite them!  Chew on them!  Fuck you Marianne!" Nadia wailed and started
to grunt as her fingers churned feverishly inside her pussy.

   Happy to oblige, he bit hard on the sensitive bud.  She squealed in
delighted pain, but kept writhing and thrashed wildly on the lounge-chair,
almost tipping it; biting on her own hand to stop from crying out.  As
Nadia experienced the wonderment of his lips, his tongue and the crush of
his teeth around her nipple, she came to realize her breasts were extra
sensitive and vowed to pay more attention to them in the future.  Her
breathing quickened and she winced in pleasure as his teeth continued to
gnaw at her tender nipple.

   John moaned as Marianne licked his balls and tickled his rectum.

   Nadia's breasts were dotted with drops of John's perspiration.  He knew
what was expected of him and began to suckle in earnest, which caused
Nadia's crooning to redouble as her arms held him tighter and her thighs
began a rhythmic motion, gently rocking the two of them.  She realized he
might make her come just from sucking on her tits and groaned in
satisfaction.

   "Oh Christ!" John cried out suddenly, abandoning Nadia's breast, and
rolling away, "I'm gonna come!"

   Marianne, who was jerking John's cock furiously as she licked its crown
halted abruptly.

   "Don't you dare come!  You little fucker!  I want you to stick that cock
in me and don't come until I tell you to!"

   To prove she meant what she said she gripped the base of his cock and
squeezed.

   "Ow!" John yelped.

   "You come and I'll bite your balls off!

   "Okay, okay!  What do you want from me?"

   Marianne quickly arranged herself on all fours; her face between Nadia's
ankles, her hands gripped the end of Nadia's chair.

   "Fuck me from behind you asshole!"

   "Yeah, okay Sis." And holding his swollen erection he moved behind her.
Marianne reached back with one hand and opened herself to her brother. 
John spit into his hand and wiped it over his shiny knob providing
additional lubrication and aimed his bobbing cock at her waiting hole.

   "Stay right there, Sis," John nervously instructed.  "Don't get up,
you're about to have the best fuck of your life!"

   John put the head of his cock at the slick, open lips of her cunt and
groaned as he slid into her sweet, hot pussy as if it was always meant to
be.

   God she was tight, he thought as he caressed a breast still encased in a
halter.  A moment of fear came and went as he recalled Marianne having said
she was a virgin; and there was no reason not to believe her, even though
there was no blood.  He reasoned girls these days rarely have an intact
hymen even if they are true virgins, what with gymnastics and horseback
riding and maybe even masturbating with whatever items they can find.

   He slid his hardon deeper into his sister's cunt, and listened to her
incoherent sounds wafting up to him.

   "Ahhhhh!  That feels good!" She groaned.  "Now don't stop!" Her voice
wavered hoarsely as she urgently keened.  "Oh don't you stop John, please
don't stop!"

   Nadia could see the wanton look on her face as John pumped his cock into
her.  It was as though she could feel the intense wave of heat surging
through Marianne herself, causing her to shake as if the very earth itself
were trembling.

   "Oh . . .  right there . . .  please John, slow down . . .  yeah, it's
okay, go ahead, just go slow," Nadia heard her croak coarsely.

   Reassured that John would continue fucking her for a while longer,
Marianne started to tug Nadia's legs toward her.  Nadia helped by lifting
her hips and lowering her bikini bottoms.  Marianne's indolent fingers
fluttered along Nadia's warm flesh and commenced stroking the soft lips of
her cunt.  Nadia felt her lips swelling with each touch, her blood rushing
to a point between her legs.

   Two fingers slowly pushed in and out of Nadia's pussy.

   Then Marianne's knuckle was teasing her clit, and it started to throb as
she writhed and wriggled under Marianne's careful ministrations.

   Suddenly, Marianne ordered John to stop and she changed position, having
him sit on the lounge while she impaled herself upon him as she faced
Nadia.

   "Mind if I have a taste?" Marianne asked.

   "God you're taking oral exams today too?" Nadia said lewdly as she began
to touch herself excitedly.

   "Nad, come closer."

   Nadia complied.

   "Stand right there.  Now if I lean over just a little, I think . . .  "

   "Are you really going down on me Marianne?" Nadia inquired.

   "Ummm, yes if John can keep his dick in me, why not?"

   With that, Nadia placed both hands on Marianne's head and pushed it down
to her lightly fuzzed bush.

   Looking up, Nadia saw John seemingly in shock at his sister's actions.
She also noted his cock was still well into his sister's cunt.  Then she
moaned as Marianne's tongue found its target.

   "Oh, look at the nubby coming out to greet me," Marianne murmured
delightedly.

   Flustered, Nadia pulled the lounge closer for additional support to her
shaky legs.  Before long, Marianne held Nadia's clitoris between two
fingers, and gently flicked it with her thumb.  Nadia groaned with
pleasure, then shrieked as Marianne placed her mouth upon her wet,
glistening cunt lips.

   "Oh!  Oh, my cunny," Nadia gasped.

   Marianne opened her mouth and tongued the length of Nadia's cunt,
celebrating in the taste of it.

   "Eat me!  Oh God eat me!" Nadia groaned, watching John through
half-closed eyes as he inched his thumb into Marianne's ass.

   Marianne wrenched her face from Nadia's sopping wet cunt, to grunt in
surprise as her brother's thumb entered her.

   "Oh Jesus!"

   "Feel good Sis?"

   "Ohhh, yes!  Fuck me, fuck me!"

   "Hey!" Nadia called out grabbing Marianne's hair.  "No fair.  Get back
to work down there."

   Marianne complied with an, "Umffffff."

   Then the pool area was quiet except for the sound of John's balls
slapping against Marianne and various grunts and panting from all
participants.

   As John fucked his sister harder, Marianne was forced forward and up
Nadia's torso, reduced to licking and sucking her abdomen.  Nadia moaned
loudly at being abandoned so close to her orgasm.

   John saved the day by changing his position.  Pulling his sister onto
the lounge, he placed her on her back, lifted both her legs upon his chest
and told her to wrap her ankles around his neck.  As soon as Marianne did
he started fucking her hard and deep.

   Nadia straddling the chair, was able to place her cunt directly over
Marianne's face, and did so, lowering herself to a hot, pointed, wriggling
tongue.  Marianne slipped her right hand up between Nadia's parted legs. 
Two fingers, pressed together, slid as easily into her dripping cunt as a
straw into a milkshake.  Nadia shuddered at the penetration, and her
mumbled raving grew louder.  Marianne began mauling her cunt, frenziedly
finger-fucking her friend, and sucking harder on her clit.

   Gradually, Nadia's hips began to move faster against Marianne's face,
smearing her nose and cheeks with her hot, sticky juices.

   Marianne was lost in the taste and smell of her friend.  As Nadia's
climax approached, Marianne created a vacuum with her mouth over her
throbbing clit, and sucked and stroked her hard with her tongue.

   Nadia was coming.

   Suddenly Nadia's body grew rigid, her fingers stopped squeezing her
nipples; her thighs clamped tightly on either side of Marianne's head,
increasing pressure on her ears.  Then Nadia bucked against her, screaming
as she came, and then came twice more.

   Stilled for a moment, Nadia's hips gradually began to move faster
against Marianne's face, smearing her nose and cheeks with her hot, sticky
juices.

   Marianne was lost in the taste and smell of her friend.  As Nadia's
climax receded, Marianne created a vacuum with her mouth over her still
throbbing clit, and sucked and stroked her hard with her tongue.  Nadia
bucked against her, screaming as she came, and then came twice more.

   "Oh, yeah," Nadia wailed, "keep lickin' me, keep lickin' me, oh yeah, oh
yeah, oh yeah!" her pretty face scrunched up as another powerful orgasm
washed over her.  She bounced up and down so violently on Marianne's face
Marianne was afraid her nose might get broken.

   At the same time, John pushed Marianne's thighs back onto her chest and
remounted her.  Fucking her like a mad man now - like a jackhammer,
unrelenting, pounding as hard and as fast as humanly possible.  Marianne
began to come in torrents, time and time again; orgasms swept over her, her
head weaved loosely back and forth; her eyes rolled up in her head.  She
was beyond grunting, beyond sound, beyond anything but ecstasy.

   Nadia staggered away to collapse on a lounge-chair desperately trying to
recapture her breath.

   John slowed his pace to a crawl; glad he'd masturbated before coming out
to the pool, he thought he might go on like this forever.  His hand crept
under Marianne's halter and he contented himself with pinching her turgid
nipple, as he idly pumped his limber cock in and out of his sister's juicy
hole.  Then it occurred to him that she might want him to play with her
clit and did so, drawing a long satisfied moan from her.

   John's eyes gleamed with lust as he looked at Nadia sprawled out on the
chair, legs akimbo, caressing one breast and breathing heavily.

   "Nad . . .  can I tit fuck you . . .  now?"

   Nadia opened her eyes and saw his long, hard, veined cock jutting out so
close to her face.  She wasn't quite sure what he meant, but said, "Yes . .
.  go on, but hurry!"

   Her hands went up defensively, but relaxed on feeling her breasts
pressed together and the heat of his cock between them.

   "Rub your tits on my cock, Nadia," he told her, his voice strained and
hoarse.  Obeying, she grasped both breasts and clamped them tight, holding
his cock in a vice-like grip as he fucked furiously and began to come.  His
ejaculate burst forth and landed across Nadia's chin and throat.  His
second shot laid a rope of jism along her right cheek.  She blinked twice
and then kept her eyes closed as John grunted again.  Another line of jism
hit her chin and drooled downward to her chest.

   John rolled off her and Marianne, giggling, moved in between her legs,
replacing him.

   "Wasn't that terrific?" She said, and not waiting for a reply, thrust
her tongue out to sample her brother's jism.

   "Well, certainly different, Nadia replied, chuckling.  "That tickles. 
And I actually saw his sperm coming at me."

   "No!"

   "I did!"

   "Incredible."

   "I had to close my eyes, I thought he'd blind me if he got me there."

   John spoke and both turned to discover he'd pulled his trunks back on.
"Err . . .  we'd better get out of here and ready for dinner.  You know . .
.  showers and all." He finished lamely.

   "You're right John," Marianne said kindly.

   "And John?"

   "Yes?"

   "You were super.  We'll have to do this again,"

   "Maybe tonight we can all get together," he suggested and gripped his
newly erect cock with one hand.

   "Maybe.  We'll see.  Now Nadia and I have to get ready, see you later
and John?"

   "Yes Sis?"

   "Keep it hard for me, err, us, will you?" Giggling, both girls ran back
into the house.

   THREE

   Nadia found her room with no trouble.  It was only two doors away from
Marianne's.  She wandered over to the window and looked out.  Sure enough,
she had a clear view of the pool.  "My God, "she thought, "anyone could
have seen us from here.  Marianne must be crazy to have started in there.
It was so conspicuous."

   Turning, she walked past the king-sized bed, covered with a blue and
white striped comforter to the bureau upon which sat a bowl with some fresh
fruit and an ice bucket with several cans of Coca Cola in it.  She peeled
an orange and popped a wedge into her mouth, opened a coke, then blithely
stepped out of her clothes and walked naked into the shower.

   Twenty minutes later she was looking at her reflection in the mirror and
frowning.  Nadia found the few extra pounds she carried to be very
bothersome.  Had she lived 200 years earlier, she might have been chosen to
model nude for Rubens, but she was unaware of the famous artist and his
genre of Rubenesque models.  Still pouting, she smoothed the sides of her
black slip dress (actually, Charcoal netting over a black slip with tiny,
white polka dots).  She loved the netting ruched sides and ric-rack detail.
The dress went to mid-calf and had a long slit down the side.  She
scrutinized her reflection.  Satisfied no one could tell she wore no
underwear beneath it, she studied the dress itself and was satisfied it
showcased her full figured body.  Nadia possessed large-breasts with an
almost narrow-waist, broad, curvy hips and strong, shapely legs.  The black
seamed hose and spindly ankle-strap heels made them look longer than they
actually were.

   Facially, Nadia was not beautiful, although her cheekbones and jawline
were classic, however, her Roman nose was a bit too large and her lips a
bit too thick.  She'd never model, (unless Rubens made a comeback) but
these features combined to give her an exotic look.  She was unaware of it
now, but in time men would like the way her nostrils flared when she was
aroused, and the way those sensuous lips slackened just before they tasted
a prick.

   Bending forward, Nadia tested the angle for the abundance of cleavage
the dress revealed.

   "That should keep John hard until we can meet again later," she thought
and giggled, smiling lewdly in the mirror.

   She put her handbag down on the bed and used her left hand to steady
herself against the wall behind the headboard while she put on her right
shoe.  She reversed her position and teetering on her right leg put the
other shoe on.  A last second check in the mirror and Nadia left the room
to join the others downstairs.

   As it turned out everyone was waiting and watched her come down the
stairs.  John feigned a wolf whistle, Marianne gave her a warm smile and
Marianne's parents, (Madeline and Craig, Nadia reminded herself) toasted
her as she approached them.

   "At last, here she is." He moved toward her handed her a glass of white
wine and put his arm around her shoulder.

   "Paris, this is Nadia, a classmate of Marianne's."

   "Paris Waterman.  How do you do?"

   His husky voice caused a tingle to ripple through her.  Nadia blinked
twice.  He looked remarkably like Sean Connery following the James Bond
series.  He was trim, partially bald, with a full, dark beard that made his
tuxedo look perfect on him.  His thick eyebrows rose quizzically as he
spoke and his eyes . . .  seemed to penetrate right to her soul.

   "Very well thank you," she managed and was saved as Marianne closed in
upon her and engaged her in trivial conversation.

   As she finished her glass of wine, Nadia learned that the family had a
tradition of dancing for a few minutes before dining.  They called it their
pre-dinner ball.  Suddenly a waltz was playing and Madeline and Craig spun
off to the music.  John claimed his sister and Nadia stood there until
Paris Waterman touched her shoulder and asked for the honor of the dance.
Nadia held out her hand and he led her out on the dance floor and pulled
her close as they joined the others in the waltz.

   As they moved to the music, Nadia became very aware of his nearness. 
She'd enjoyed their first dance so much, she was glad when he suggested
they have another.  The second number was much slower and Nadia buried her
head against his shoulder and sighed as he held her even closer.  As they
continued their dance, she felt him growing hard against her.  With their
bodies pressed together as they were, there was no way she couldn't have
noticed it.

   "Something wrong?" Nadia asked teasingly, lifting her head from his
shoulder.

   "No, not at all." Paris quickly replied as he continued dancing.  "I was
just thinking what a good dancer you are."

   Paris laughed when she commented on his dancing ability.

   "I could be dancing with a dirty old man trying to cop a feel," she
tittered.

   Paris glanced downward into her cleavage and noted he could see most of
her breasts since she was not wearing a bra.

   "Lord you've got lovely tits," he whispered into her ear.

   "What?" She said, suddenly furious at him.

   "I said, oh never mind.  I was only complementing your breasts."

   "You've a nerve to say something like that to me.  Apologize this
instant."

   "No, I don't think so.  I'd rather tell you I watched you by the pool
today."

   "Oh, God!"

   "Yes, exactly my words as I squeezed my prick watching John fucking your
lovely tits while his slutty sister lapped merrily away at your cunt."

   Paris looked into her eyes, Nadia promptly turned away.

   "Look at me," he demanded.

   Reluctantly she returned his gaze.

   "I'm so embarrassed," she murmured.

   "Don't be.  You're a highly desirable girl.  I'm going to enjoy fucking
you this evening."

   Stunned at his words all Nadia could muster was a weak, "Oh?" As her
legs sagged.

   "Come on, the music's over.  Let's join the others at the table and
enjoy their company and a good meal," he said, leading her to the seat next
to his.

   She tried her best to keep a conversation going with the others,
especially Marianne and John who seemed unaware of the effect Paris had had
on her.

   "And how do you know her?" Madeline was saying to Paris.  "I know it
couldn't have been through a sexual liaison, Doreen is a known lesbian."

   "Mother!" Marianne blurted as if she'd never heard her Mother talk in
those terms before.

   Paris was non-plussed about the subject.  "Actually Doreen is bi-sexual
Madeline," he wiped his mouth with his napkin and continued, "we had a
brief, but wonderful affair about two years ago.  I happen to know a
gentleman who she sees from time to time, but of course I cannot reveal his
identity.  He happens to be happily married."

   Craig laughed, seemed flustered to Nadia, but saved himself by pouring
several glasses of red wine for his guests.

   John was blushing at his parents lack of candor and because his sister
was slowly milking his erection under the table while she engaged a
stricken Nadia in conversation.

   "So . . .  Nadia did you hear me?"

   "What?  I'm sorry I was off somewhere and didn't hear you."

   Actually, Paris had his hand on her thigh and had just located the slit
in her dress.

   Marianne undeterred, continued with squeezing John's erection and her
conversation.  "So it turns out that Louise was earning all that extra
money working for an escort service."

   Madeline interrupted, "A girl at university?"

   "Yes Mother, a girl in our classes, both Nadia and I are friendly with
her.  At least we were.  We only learned about this last Tuesday."

   Madeline continued.  "Are you absolutely sure?"

   Nadia answered, "yes we're positive.  The fact is . . .  well; she
admitted it to us.  We think she was about to try to enlist us as well."

   "No!" said Craig.  "My God, what is this world coming to."

   Paris smiled broadly and worked his hand into Nadia's pubic hair and
tugged.  She winced as he said, "I think she's an enterprising young lady,
except for the fact that she tried to entice our two lovely ladies here
into a rather sordid world.  It does pay rather well you know."

   Craig coughed and said, "Well I for one wouldn't know."

   John managed to recover enough to ask, "How much does she charge Sis?"

   "I wouldn't know you turd!" she exclaimed hotly and kneaded his
testicle.

   "Marianne!  Watch your mouth," her Mother cautioned her.

   "I'm sorry," John stammered, flushing and causing everyone to focus on
him for a moment.  Marianne released him and he recovered his poise.  "I
shouldn't have teased you Sis and I apologize."

   "Apology accepted," she said gracefully.

   Nadia bit into her napkin as Paris' finger entered her vagina.  She was
trying to figure a way out of the room without calling attention to her
situation, but couldn't.  His finger wriggled inside her and she shuddered.

   "Are you all right Nadia?" asked Madeline.

   "Yes.  Yes of course.  Just a chill, I'm fine now thank you." And she
cut into her roast beef, raised it to her mouth and began chewing.

   She used this time to think about Paris and her situation.  Slowly her
mind cleared.  He's middle aged, she thought, with some gray in his beard.
Very experienced.  And he appears to be in very good shape.  She shuddered
once again as his thumb brushed over her clit, wondering if she was going
to let him have her later.  Then for the first time she smiled.  Of course
she was.  She would have him fuck her brains out.  With that thought, she
eased down in her chair and widened her legs for him.  Quickly he sank two
fingers into her.  Her first orgasm arrived shortly afterward.

   Nadia bearly survived the after-dinner drinks in the living room, amazed
that Marianne hadn't noticed anything going on between her and Paris as she
agreed to join her and John in her room later on.

   "I'll pop in on you two, certainly, but I think I'll take a nap first."

   "Good, we'll want you well rested for us," she replied, the heat in her
eyes signaling her lust for Nadia.

   "Marianne," she asked, how long have you and John . . .?"

   "This was the first time.  Isn't he something?"

   "Yes he is.  Only fifteen?"

   "Ummm, and hung like a stallion."

   They both laughed over that line.

   John moved closer to them and Marianne chased him away.

   "Girl talk buster, beat it."

   "If I do that's less for you," he quipped, turning away.

   Then Paris was at her side, drawing her away to look at the view of the
stars from the balcony.  Marianne rejoined her brother and Paris steered
Nadia upstairs to his room.



   FOUR

   The blinds were open, the lighting from the pool gave the room a shimmer
of illumination.  Paris closed the door behind them and carefully locked
it. He took Nadia's hand and led her directly to the bed.

   "Stand close to me.  Pretend we're still dancing," he said in a husky
voice.

   Nadia let her purse slide off her shoulder and drop to the floor then
she moved next to him not quite touching and waited.  Was she really going
to do this?  She studied his face, shadowed by darkness.  Yes.  She was.

   Paris put his arms around her and she reacted immediately by standing on
her tiptoes and dipping her tongue into the hollow of his throat, a
butterfly flick.  He growled, sounding like a lion roaring in the jungle to
Nadia, who flinched.  But to her credit, regained her composure enough so
that she didn't resist when Paris leaned in to kiss her, swiftly and hard.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she placed her arms around his shoulders and
opened her mouth to him.  They were still for a moment, breathing deeply.
Paris put his hands on her hips and pulled her tight against his body.  She
felt his warmth, his hardness, and the beat of his heart against her chest.

   He traced the line of her neck and shoulder with the thick pad of his
thumb.  She placed a finger against his lips, parting them slowly, touching
his tongue, lightly grazing the bottom edge of his teeth.  With her other
hand she tightly gripped one of his buttocks.

   Paris was almost as giddy as a teenager in the backseat of a car.  And
once they got into the flow of their kisses, it occurred to him that she
kissed in an odd but exciting way.  Her mouth was open against his and he
took a moment to muse over the full, luscious lips he'd found pillow-soft
and agile.  He couldn't believe the very sweetness of her breath as it
mingled with his.  And when she folded her tongue downward and flat, in her
mouth, so that they could lick their tongues broadly against each other, he
quickly elevated her to the highest level of kissing that he'd encountered
over the years.  As his hand slipped into her gown to grasp her tender
breast, he thought that kissing her was better than licking a tasty bonbon.

   Nadia inhaled his masculine scent, that wonderful pheromone smell as he
bit her neck, causing her to gasp.  In turn, she ran her tongue to his ear
and circled the rim until he moaned and renewed their kiss once more.

   As his thumb rolled over her quickly stiffening bud, Nadia reached up
and pushed the strap aside.  One side of her dress now clung to her hip. 
Moaning softly, she repeated the gesture on the other side and she was bare
to the waist, breasts standing out proudly as she arched her back and felt
her hair slide across her shoulders.

   And when he bent forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, she bit her
bottom lip to keep from screaming out in joy.

   "Nadia, I have to tell you, your cunt . . .  " Paris paused and smiled
at her.  "Do you find that term offensive?"

   "No."

   "What do you call it?"

   "Various names.  As you said, cunt, pussy, vagina, and sometimes I refer
to it as my kitty, or hole, or box.  Do you have as many names for your
cock?"

   "Probably so, cock, prick, pole, dick, penis, member are a few that come
to mind.  The list is long."

   "You were saying," she reminded him as she rested her head on his
shoulder.

   "Oh, yes.  Thank you.  I found your cunt nice and tight and sweet too
during dinner.  Did you notice me tasting my fingers at the table?"

   "No.  I must have been concentrating on what they were saying.  You
certainly had me going there."

   "Didn't you come?"

   "Oh yes," she exclaimed, squeezing his hand on her breast.  "And it was
all I could manage to keep from screaming out loud at the table.  What
would you have done if I had?"

   "I would have apologized to everyone and said I thought your climax
would have taken longer than it did."

   "Go on . . .  You!" she laughed, then sighed as Paris teased her nipple.

   "Seriously, I'd be forced to say something.  Everyone would have known
what happened, so why deny it?"

   "God, that would have been sooooo embarrassing."

   He reached for her dress and tugged.  Gravity compelled it to pool at
her feet.  She was nude except for her shoes.

   "Sit down on the bed," he said softly.

   He knelt in front of her and gently kissed her belly.  Nadia trembled
with the expectation of what was to follow.  He trailed a series of light
tonguing kisses along her thigh.  Nadia's legs parted to provide access. 
She knew she was wet enough for him, but still her excitement continued to
mount.  Finally, a finger paused at the opening of her cunt and made small,
wet circles at the rim.  She felt herself start to open like a flower as
Paris spread her vagina further apart with his left hand, inserting the
middle finger of his right to the second knuckle, and when Nadia gasped,
sinking it in as far as it would go.

   Nadia was biting her lower lip to refrain from crying out, but her body
betrayed her and shook as he pleasured her, making small, slow circles. 
Arching her back, she signaled him she wanted more and two more fingers
entered her and joined in the circling movement.

   Tremors began to shake Nadia's body.  She orgasmed once and then a
second time after a short series of his thumb-brushing lightly across her
clit.

   Paris waited a minute or so, allowing Nadia to calm down before asking
her, "Have you ever sucked a man's cock?"

   "No . . .  I . . ." she stammered.  "But . . ."

   "I understand perfectly.  You haven't been sexually active very long
have you?"

   "Yes I have," she protested weakly.

   "Please, don't get angry with me.  I'm only trying to help," he took her
face in both hands and kissed her softly on her lips.  Then pushed his
fingers into her mouth.  She tasted herself as she calmed down.

   "Nadia," he said quietly, staring into her eyes in the dimly lighted
room, "sucking a man's cock is one of the pure pleasures in life.  It's sad
to think that many women don't appreciate just how much fun it can be.  "

   "But I want to suck you," she said, near tears.

   Paris continued as if she hadn't said a word, but reached out and wiped
imaginary tears from her cheeks.  Nadia found this so considerate of him
she did begin to cry and he kissed those tears away too.

   He cupped a breast in his hand and kissed her nipple, and watched it
harden before looking at her again.

   "The reason for this is they don't know how to do it correctly and so it
doesn't end up being much fun.  I'm very happy that you haven't given
anyone a blowjob before, after we finish you won't have any bad habits and
you'll probably love sucking a man's cock.  Some women just mess it up, and
neither party enjoys it.  Yes," he said with more emphasis, "there is such
a thing as a lousy blowjob."

   Nadia looked at him wistfully, a finger in her mouth.  She was sitting
cross-legged, leaning against the headboard.

   "But here's the good news.  It's easy to learn how to be a terrific
cocksucker and I'm going to show you exactly how."

   Paris sat on the side of the bed, looked directly into her eyes and
said, "Nadia, I want you to follow my instructions and you'll learn how to
render a perfect blowjob."

   "I think I can . . ." She offered impatiently.

   "No!  Please listen to me.  You may have done this before and then again
you may not have, but listen carefully to what I say and you'll have the
ability to suck a man's cock better than 99% of all the women in the world,
all right?"

   She looked at him and saw how serious he was and nodded her head in
agreement.

   "Good," he said rising up.  "Open my fly and take out my cock."

   Nadia had no problem there, and for the first time, she saw his
erection. Nadia easily removed his member, surprised at its weight and
size.

   "Mind you, I'm not erect just yet, it gets a bit bigger, so don't be
frightened," and he stepped out of his trousers, then removed his socks and
shoes.  "I better rid myself of the rest too," he said unbuttoning his
shirt.

   He stood naked before her and she was impressed.  He was solidly built,
with a hairy chest and several long scars were noticeable on his upper
torso.

   "Those . . ." she pointed at them as if to inquire about their origin
when he interrupted her.

   "Maybe later, not now."

   Somewhat indignant at what she perceived as being treated as a little
girl, Nadia replied hotly, "I've seen a dick or two already.  Yours isn't
the first you know." But she'd already compared it to John's and noted the
distinctions.

   "I know," he smiled.  "Remember, I was watching you at the pool
earlier?"

   Nadia, blushed crimson, recalling exactly what he'd told her earlier.

   "I'm going to lie down on my back.  For starters why not rub it a little
with your hands until you think it's good and hard?"

   Revealing a little more eagerness than she'd intended, she gripped his
semi-erect penis firmly and began to stoke him up and down.

   "That's wonderful Nadia, you've certainly got a good grip.  Would you
like to kiss it?"

   "Ummm, yes.  I think so."

   "Fine, but before you do, it might be best to kneel down between my
legs."

   She quickly complied; scrambling on all fours to get between his knees,
knelt and lowered her head to kiss the tip of his cock.  Paris helped by
raising himself to a sitting position and wrapped a hand in her hair and
called her name so softly she thought she imagined it.

   Nadia found herself prolonging the kiss as her hand slowly masturbated
his growing cock.  She felt a surge of power course through her body as she
realized it was she who was making this cock grow huge in her hands.

   His breath came in short gasps, "That's wonderful Nadia." And the hand
tangled in her hair tightened into a fist.

   She was totally absorbed in the smooth texture of his cock on her lips
and continued to gently lick it, savoring the taste of his precum as it
oozed forth before wrapping her full lips around it and eagerly sucking on
it.

   "Please, you're doing so well . . .  move your mouth all over the head
there.  Ahhhh . . .  that's it, that's the girl.  S'wonderful."

   "Do you really think so?" she asked, holding his penis inches from her
lips.  Nadia was obviously pleased that she was delivering pleasure so
easily and so soon.

   "Yes, yes, yes," Paris moaned.  "Some nice long licks all around the
head would be delightful, dearest.  Try making it glisten with your
saliva."

   Suddenly it was dark in the room.  Someone had shut the pool lights off.
All Nadia could see was the glow of a digital alarm clock.

   "Shall I put a lamp on?" she asked.

   "No.  Keep doing what you're doing.  We'll look at each other later on."

   "Ummmm," she sighed, taking his cock back into her mouth.  She was
elated because she'd pleased him and with his usage of the word dearest. 
Nadia applied her tongue in earnest, and when it was covered with her
spittle, she gobbled the entire head in her mouth and sucked hard.

   "Ahhhhh, God that feels good!" He gasped, placing both hands on her head
and holding it in place.

   Realizing she was on the right track, Nadia tried to take more of his
cock and succeeded in absorbing another three inches before a fear of
gagging stopped her from going further.  Tactfully, Nadia pulled her head
back slowly, mindful not to let her teeth scratch him and his cock slipped
easily from her mouth.

   "Oh, my lovely Nadia," Paris sighed.  "Just a bit more instruction, I
really believe you're a natural at this, I really do.  If you lift it up,
yes that's it.  Can you see the underside?  Look just below the head, just
about in the middle, you'll see something that looks like a vein.  Can you
see it?"

   "Yes," she murmured.  "Right here, right?"

   "Ummmm, yes, God . . .  this is the most sensitive area of a man's
cock." Paris groaned and shook his head as if trying to clear it.

   "Whew, try flicking the tip of your tongue across it, from side to side,
like I treated your clit earlier and slowly, very slowly rub your hand up
and down at the same time."

   "Christ Nadia!  Ohhhh, you're fucking fabulous at this!"

   One hand caressed her shoulders; the other massaged her scalp as she
continued to suck.

   In a raspy voice, Paris said, "I noticed before, ugh . . .  when you
took me deep you almost gagged.  I don't want you to fret love.  Why not
try . . .  hmmmmm, when you're ready mind you . . .  ugh, to suck a little
more penis into your mouth each time you go down but make sure your tongue
is all the way forward and under my cock.  When you get to where you feel
the head of my cock at the back of your mouth, pretend you're swallowing a
big mouthful of food."

   "A mouthful of food?"

   "That's right.  And time this so that you gulp at the same my cock hits
your throat."

   "That sounds silly," Nadia murmured, then licked the underside of his
penis forcing Paris to cry out in gratification.

   "You are a vixen!  Come on listen to me now, put the head a little
further back each time and before you realize it, it will slip past your
gag reflex and slide all the way down."

   "Really?  So I can deep throat all this?" To emphasize what she meant
Nadia's fingers glided down his shaft and cupped his testicles.

   "Ummmm." Drawing a sharp breath, Paris continued.  "When you feel my
cock enter your throat, stop swallowing and breathe deeply through your
nose.  Be sure to relax.  Got that?"

   "Mmmmmm," she replied sucking wildly and with renewed energy.

   "No, no.  Slow down.  Now you can make me come all the way down your
throat by squeezing my cock with your throat muscles.  After a little
practice its really easy."

   Nadia attempted to follow his directions and after a few false starts
caught on.

   "Ahhhh, my little cocksucker, my you are wonderful!  I love what you're
doing to me."

   Easing his throbbing penis from her mouth Nadia sucked a testicle into
her mouth.

   "That feels great love, but mind, be careful there."

   Nadia, feeling the power of her position, laughed gaily, saying, "I know
just where I've got you."

   Paris pulled her to him and they kissed again.

   "I guess that makes you a cocksucker too, " she giggled, reaching for
his member, her heart beating faster and faster.

   "I'm getting close.  Oh yeah, close." His hand idly grazed her back. 
"We should discuss this a little before I come.  Personally, I like to
watch it shoot.  It gives me visual images to remember you by and besides,
it's a thrill to see the spurting come.  Its amazing how much of that stuff
comes out and how far it shoots."

   Nadia had him in her mouth again; her tongue was laving him from side to
side.

   "You'll feel me as I start to come.  You can't miss it.  If you want to
watch it spurt fine.  You can try to catch some on your tongue if you're
fast.  Or, you might want to swallow it, if you decide to swallow, be
careful to back up a little when it goes off or you'll gag on it and that's
not too romantic.  Take it into your mouth and hold it there and then
swallow it.  Another choice and this is a nice one too, is to let the warm,
wonderful jism gush into your mouth and then slide it around my wet cock.
It makes it so slippery and delightful to touch!"

   Nadia's throat hummed to indicate she'd heard and understood what he'd
said.  But her bobbing head told Paris she intended to swallow him, or at
least as much as she could.  He smiled and held her head firmly with both
hands.

   "My darling," Paris grunted, "Here I come!"

   "Ahhhh, suck me!" he hissed.

   Nadia gulped at him, repeatedly sliding from foot to tip.  He seemed to
thicken between her lips.  She remembered to breathe through her nose and
swallowed repeatedly.  Then she felt a warm leak followed by a soft thud
against the ridged roof of her mouth.  Nadia became aware of a rush of
sensations: his knees, pressing her shoulders between them, the yanking of
her hair, the thick salty taste coursing down her throat.  She found
herself exulting in the hot, thickness of it, managing to gulp it down, but
his second stream proved more than she could handle, her mouth filled and
his jism burst through her lips.  Frantically, Nadia started fingering it
back in even as she was swallowing.

   Paris pulled away.  Instinctively, Nadia knew he hadn't finished. 
Leaning over her chest, Paris, his face contorted in a grimace, pulled at
her hair tilting her head back, then shot the remainder of his hot, sticky,
white semen across her face.

   Panting for air, she gasped, "God Paris, your come is soooo hot!"

   "Marvelous, bloody marvelous.  I'd never have believed you'd be that
good for the first time." And he reigned kisses all over her face, breasts,
and belly.

   "Paris?" Nadia groaned contentedly.

   "Yes my dearest?"

   "I love sucking your cock.  I loved the feel of it sliding in and out,
kind of like sucking velvet.  May I kiss it some more?"

   "Certainly," Paris laughed.  "Kiss it some more.  But it will need some
time to recover if you want it big and hard again."

   Taking his limp penis between two fingers Nadia stared at it, then took
it into her mouth and sucked contentedly as a baby does with its bottle.

   Paris fondled her breasts in turn.  Eventually, physically and mentally
sated, they dozed off for a few minutes, holding each other tightly.

   On awakening, Paris found his member hard and throbbing and kissed Nadia
awake.  As she began moaning under his kisses, he pushed her legs back till
her knees were high in the air then traced the inside of her thigh with his
tongue.  Nadia grabbed the headboard and shut her eyes.  His touch made her
jerk, and he paused for a moment before he resumed, relentless and slow.

   Nadia groaned, "That . . .  oh, God . . .  that feels sooooo good.  Like
I'm completely filled with you."

   He moved on top of her, his mouth over hers.

   She grabbed his shoulders.  " Oh, Paris!  Paris!  Oh Paris!"

   She shuddered with perverse delight, shut her eyes and tried to hold him
back.  Now was probably a bad time to tell him she wasn't on the pill.  She
relaxed and let him resume his easy strokes, indulging herself to the sheer
pleasure of his filling her.  He drove deep inside her and slowly eased
out, leaving just the tip inside.

   "Oh God," she thought, "this is unbearably good.  Just once or twice
more and I'll tell him." Then she thought of pregnancy and babies and how
easy it was to get caught.  She recalled her cousin Miriam and how her
university career ended abruptly and the panic set in.

   "Paris, I can't..." He kissed her neck.  "Yes you can.  Yes you can," he
crooned.

   "Paris, I'll get pregnant." The words came out in a rush.

   He stopped moving inside her and raised up on his arms.

   "So to speak," she said, embarrassed at her admission.

   "Sorry, I should have asked." He said contritely.

   The bed creaked when he got up.  Nadia heard a drawer open and close
followed by the crinkle of a foil packet.  He climbed back into bed and
stretched out beside her, kissing her again.  She was so appreciative of
his consideration she tried to devour his tongue while swinging her legs
over his hips and straddling him.  Paris placed a hand on her belly, and
then he was inside her again.  Now Nadia felt safe and rocked on top of
him, slow and sure.

   Paris groaned loudly, "Ahhhh, you don't know how good your pussy feels
my love."

   "Ummmm, your cock is divine moving in there, so maybe I do," she said,
panting each word through her sweat-covered mouth.

   "Change position love, mind be careful to keep me inside."

   And they rolled over placing Paris above her.  Nadia clenched the sheets
as he plunged deeply into her and moaned as he slowed eased back out,
leaving only the tip inside.

   "Back!  Put it back!" she demanded, and made a woofing sound as he
plunged back into her hole.  Paris continued to slow fuck her and tickled
the sides of her neck with his tongue, licking beads of sweat away as he
moved steadfastly toward her ear lobe.

   Each time he thrust deeply into her, Nadia woofed, as though expelling
air from her stomach.  When he grasped her left nipple and slowly squeezed
it, waves of excitement spread from her breast to her belly.  Nadia could
feel the heat churning within her cunt as her toes curled, her legs
straightened and her stomach tightened.

   "My God," she thought, "this is an out-of-world experience, can anyone
ever have felt so exhilarated before?"

   She began to move against Paris with energy she'd never known she
possessed; hips heaving upward, legs wrapped around him in an inescapable
vise, pulling him deeper and deeper into her.  Her hair flew in wild
strands.  The tiny, almost invisible hairs at the base of her back
developed a trickle of sweat that ran down between her asscheeks.

   Soft moans drifted from her lips, increasing in volume until they were
guttural screams.

   "You're gonna come, aren't you?  I can feel you!" Paris panted.

   "Oh yes, don't stop that," she told him.  The movement of his cock in
her pussy was creating a very audible squishing sound.  "I'm starting,"
Nadia chanted, her sweaty hands slipping off his shoulders.

   He hovered over her, intently watching her face as he fucked her.  Then
she bucked with a fury that caught Paris by surprise.  He valiantly tried
to match her, but failed and holding her tightly against him, felt her body
spasming as she came heavily.

   Nadia thought she was going to pass out, already having lost track of
time, space and everything but the sensuous, joyous pleasure filling her.
And was amazed that while she felt unable to breathe, she could hear
screams of joy coming from her mouth.  Then she was overwhelmed; closed her
eyes and lost herself in the throes of ecstasy.  His soft groans were the
last conscious thing she registered.

   Nadia missed seeing his face contort at the moment he began to come. 
Only subconsciously felt his cock throbbing inside her although she did try
to squeeze it with her vaginal muscles.

   Paris sank slowly to her chest, mashing her breasts.  He put his arms
around her, and rolled them over to their sides.  He scratched her back
lightly, making her shiver and, as her eyes opened she smiled.  They lay
wrapped in each other's arms content while he whispered sweet nothings to
her as they gathered their breath.  All the while kissing and stroking each
other.

   Later, Paris kissed the hollow of her throat and husked, "Looks to me
like you enjoyed that."

   Nadia tried to speak but couldn't.  Not a single sound came out.  She
cleared her throat.  Suddenly, Paris was up and away, only to be back at
her side with a glass of water.  She sipped a little and, placing the glass
carefully down lay her head on his chest kissing his nipple.

   "That was wonderful," she purred.  "I have never, ever, come like that
before.  I doubt anyone has ever come so hard and so often.  Where did you
learn to do all those things?" she asked.

   "Oh, you were just excited because this was the first time," he said.

   "I was excited all right.  God was I excited.  I just kept coming and
coming.  I thought it would never end.  I love you Paris.  I love you so
much . . ."

   "I love you too Nad, you can't imagine how much pleasure you've given me
in such a short time."

   Shyly, Nadia's eyes gazed up at his.  "I . . .  I have to ask."

   "What is it love?"

   "Are . . .  are you married?"

   "Yes.  Yes I am.  But I love you nevertheless."

   "Do . . .  do you love her?"

   "Of course I do.  It's possible for a man to love two women.  A woman
can easily love two men as well.  Do you recall a song that came out . . .
oh, it was probably before your time, but you may have heard it.  'Torn
Between Two Lovers,' I think it was called."

   Nadia's eyes, wet with tears, suddenly sparkled, "I do remember that
song!"

   "Oh, Paris, will you share me with her?"

   "Of course.  You realize I live in the states, but frequently fly to
London on business.  I'd be happy to meet with you each time I cross the
Atlantic.  But you must realize you're young and will have other lovers.  I
want you to.  I don't want you languishing over me while I'm gone.  Live
your life.  I want you to promise me that right now."

   Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded.

   "Say it Nad."

   "I . . .  promise," she sniffed.

   "Thank you," Paris murmured and kissed her tears away.  Nadia smiled
faintly, then moaned as his fingers once again found her entrance, entered
and began stroking.

   Nadia immediately felt the urgency within her building.  Involuntarily,
her pelvis rotated searching for the source of the pleasure.  Then, slowly,
ever so gently, the fingers eased out and away.

   Nadia's nostrils flared as she calmly awaited their return.  She opened
her eyes and saw him sucking his fingers, enjoying the taste of her and she
came immediately.

   After a few minutes of gentle caresses, Paris placed Nadia in a kneeling
position on the bed, head down, ass raised, legs bent beneath her and
spread apart.  His hands settled on the cheeks of her ass, moving the
flesh, squeezing it, testing its firmness, then gliding down the backs of
her thighs.  The motion was both teasing and unnerving to Nadia.

   "Is this a new position for you dear?" he asked.

   "Yes," she responded meekly.  "What are you . . ."

   "You'll enjoy this as much as you did the other.  You have my word on
it," he said, caressing her flanks.

   "Oh," she sighed, closing her eyes.

   "You have a lovely ass Nad, in fact you have a wonderful body."

   "You're just saying that," she said as if scolding him, but really
flattered.

   Moving between her rear, Paris traced his fingers along her vagina, wet
his finger in her juices and moved to her anus, touching it airily.

   "Ooooooh!" She whooshed, and turned her head to watch him.  The mirror
opposite made everything visible to her even in the dim lighting.

   Using both thumbs, he slowly widened her ass hole.  Nadia grimaced, but
realized there was no pain.  Still, she flinched on hearing a sucking sound
as his lubricated finger slipped between the crack of her ass and up her
rectum.

   "No!  Please no," she sniffled fearfully.  "Not in my ass."

   "Relax, I'm not fucking you there.  It's just a finger or two.  Trust
me."

   Using a languid motion, he began to massage the tops of her thighs, just
below her cheeks, which were taut with nervous anticipation.  The
excitement generated by her anticipation mounted and Nadia's tremors began
anew.

   Paris smiled secretly as his hands moved closer to her rosy bud.  Nadia
struggled for control, but as his thumb brushed over her asshole she
groaned loudly.  Strangely enough, with the first penetration Nadia was
quiet and stayed that way as his thumb slipped its length inside her.

   Paris kissed her pussy as he withdrew his thumb and Nadia exhaled in
silent relief, then shuddered her way into another climax as his tongue
replaced the thumb in her anus and two slick fingers wormed their way into
her cunt.

   Nadia's moans and incoherently whispered words were all the
encouragement Paris needed.  He began to lick that oh-so-sensitive area
between Nadia's anus and her cunt.

   For her part, Nadia began to sob and weep with the sheer beauty of it,
babbling a litany of thanks and praise all the time.

   "Oh lovely, oh my God, thank you, thank you, that's so lovely . . ."

   And when his insinuating, soft, tickling tongue began to probe her anus,
an astonished Nadia felt as if she'd been invaded by an insidious warmth,
which gradually seized and cramped first her belly, then her chest, and
finally her whole body.  Paris felt her cunt contracting wildly as he
rubbed his face against her ass, his tongue swiveling within her rectum.

   He raised his head and watched her as the orgasm faded away.

   "Wasn't that a nice treat Nad?"

   "Y. . .  you're unbelievable!" she stammered.

   "Oh, there's a lot more to come."

   "More?  Jesus how many times can a girl come?"

   "Ahh, there's the blessing of multiple orgasms.  Want to hear a joke
while we rest a moment?"

   "Sure."

   "It's titled, 'Why Men Stand and Pee.' "

   "Sounds interesting," she giggled, and realizing her ass was mere inches
from his mouth wriggled it temptingly only to receive a slap there.

   "Ouch!"

   "I told you you've a lovely ass.  I didn't want it to be a smart-ass. 
Do you want to hear it or not?"

   "I want," she said eager to please.

   "Okay then.  Seems God was just about done creating the universe, but he
had two extra things left in his bag of creations.  So, he decided to split
them between Adam and Eve.  He told them that one of the things he had to
give away was the ability to stand up while urinating.  "It's a very handy
thing," God told them.

   "I was wondering if either one of you wanted the ability."

   Adam jumped up and blurted, "Oh, give that to me!  I'd love to!  Please,
oh please, oh please, let me have that ability.  It'd be so great.  When
I'm out working in the garden or naming the animals, I could just stand
there and let it fly!  It'd be so cool, I could write my name in the sand
and . . .  Oh, please God, let it be me who you give that gift to, let me
stand and pee, oh please!"

   On and on he went, like an excited little boy who . . .  well . . .  had
to pee.

   Eve just smiled and told God that if Adam really wanted that so badly,
that he should have it.  It seemed to be the sort of thing that would make
him happy, and she really wouldn't mind if Adam were the one given this
ability.

   And so, Adam was given the ability to control the direction of his
micturation while . . ."

   "What?  Micter what?" Nadia asked.

   "M i c t u r a t i o n, micturation or the ability to pee while in a
vertical position "

   "Oh."

   "Adam was so happy he celebrated by wetting down the bark on the tree
nearest him, laughing with delight all the while.  And it was good.

   "Fine," God said, looking back into his bag of leftover gifts, "Now
what's left in here?  Hmmmm?  Oh yes," he said, "here we are Multiple
orgasms . . ."

   Nadia shook with laughter and he gently slapped her other cheek.

   Moments later, Nadia was reeling with lust.  "These lips have just been
at my pussy," she thought dreamily.  "These lips have just given me the
most incredible orgasms of my life." And she tried to devour them, biting
them, sucking them, probing them with her tongue, pressing her lips against
them, reveling in the heightened arousal that flooded through her entire
body.  Finally, Paris broke the endless kisses and ordered her to, "Turn
over and grab your ankles," as he prepared to engage her in cunnilingus.

   "Oh yes sir, right away sir.  My tongue man!  My cocksman!  My
everything!" She laughed as she complied.

   "Play with your tits for me, Nad."

   "Ummm," she groaned at the very first touch of her hand upon her
breasts. Her other hand held her legs aloft.

   Paris worked his lips and tongue down her stomach as he slowly arranged
himself between her legs.  She felt his tongue wash across her clit as she
squashed her nipples, causing her to writhe in delicious pain.  Slowly, she
lowered her legs to rest upon his shoulders.

   Suddenly, he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue laving it back
and forth mercilessly as his fingers worked inside her vagina.

   Now her hands were clenching the pillows and a fine sheen of sweat
covered her frame.  Her breathing was slowing down, changing from the
shallow, uneven breaths she'd been taking just a few moments before.

   "Keep playing with your tits," he growled and Nadia grabbed her nips
again, and began twisting them, reveling in the anguish it caused her.

   Mere seconds later, she screamed, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," waving her
arms about as she readied herself to come again.

   Waves of excitement came from deeper within this time, sucking away her
breath, making her nipples so tight the very air flowing across them became
wispy caresses.  She was panting, moaning, and thrashing around the bed as
much as the possible without falling off.  Paris resumed his task, slipping
a finger into her and hooking it back as he touched her with his tongue
again.

   "I want you!" she croaked hoarsely, bucking at his tongue, which
continued to flicker over her clit while his fingers steadily pounded into
her cunt.  Sweat streamed down the sides of her face ending up beaded on
her stomach.  She had never been with a man that could make her feel this
way before.  She realized she had never truly been with a man before.

   Her breath returned as the waves began to subside.  Then Paris was in
her again, frantically pumping his silken cock deeper, and deeper, until
with a tremendous shudder, he exploded inside her and Nadia felt herself
lift another notch up the climax ladder.

   She wanted it to last forever, but all to soon it began to subside. 
They lay quietly panting for a while before Paris propped himself up on an
elbow to ask, "How're you doing?"

   "Wow," said Nadia.  "I've had head once, I mean really make me squeal
head, but . . ."

   "Marianne?"

   "No.  Although she's very good." She added quickly.

   "Who then?"

   "It . . .  it was a girl.  But it was before university, and . . ."

   "That's all right.  I don't need to know anymore."

   "But," she protested, "I want to tell you."

   "And you will, in good time," he quieted her protest with a long kiss
and when it ended, Nadia had forgotten all about it.

   She stared at the ceiling for a time, then realized Paris had fallen
asleep.  Softly she called his name, but he did not answer.  Nadia felt so
good that she felt the need to tell someone about her evening.  Paris would
have been the perfect one to share this with, but he was fast asleep. 
Silently, she rose from the bed and gathering her clothing to her chest,
made her way to the door and stood there listening.

   Nothing.

   Nadia opened the door and started back to her room, then halted.  She
could tell Marianne, she thought and turned toward Marianne's bedroom and
tried the door.  It opened, and as she peeked in she saw Marianne, eyes
shut, sprawled naked across the bed with John's face between her legs.

   "Ooooo," Nadia hissed, causing John to lift his head revealing his
surprise and Marianne's juices on his face.  Marianne's hand fluttered in
the air, then came to rest at her side as she succumbed to sleep.

   He smiled at her.  "What brings you here?  We heard you being fucked
over and over again.  I'd have thought you'd be fast asleep by now."

   "Jesus, John.  I've come so many times . . ."

   "I've broken some records myself," he snickered.

   "That's why I came . . ."

   "Very well put," and he laughed quietly.

   "No!  It's just that it was so good . . .  I had to tell someone.  Share
it, you know?"

   "Yes, I do.  Tonight . . .  well today has been quite a day for me."

   "I'm still horny John."

   "Want me to slip it in there?"

   "Yes, please."

   "You'll have to suck it a little first.  I'm having some difficulty
managing an erection."

   "Why is that John, you're only fifteen shouldn't you be perpetually
hard?"

   "Jesus Nadia, I've come five times already.  I'll get it up, but need
some help.  Here take it." And he offered it to her mouth.

   Nadia took him in hand and placed him on her tongue.  "There," she told
herself, "you have a mouthful of cock.  Suck it gently."

   She marveled at the exciting taste, the texture, and the sponginess of
the head, comparing it to that of Paris.  She found them different, but
loved them both.  She found herself bobbing on it with each slow suck.  She
groaned with delight and it woke Marianne, who deftly slithered between
Nadia's thighs and began eating her.

   John was sitting now.  As Nadia playfully popped his purple knob from
her mouth, examined it closely before kissing it and once again closing her
yawning mouth on the succulent head, John groaned and fell back until he
lay on the bed with his legs akimbo.

   Nadia knelt between his hairy legs and sucked and licked, feeling him
starting to grow large.  Intermittently, she laid sucking kisses on it,
nibbling along every exciting bit of flesh until she was nuzzling his
scrotum.  Laughing with a craven lust, she pressed it to her face, before
rolling his testicles over her cheeks while licking the soft silken skin.

   Then, with a craving she'd never known she possessed, Nadia forced his
testicle into her mouth.

   "Ahhhh, that's great, great!" John snorted as he held her head with his
hands.

   Displaying an ardor for depravity she hadn't known she possessed,
Nadia's finger tickled John's asshole as she rolled the egg like testes on
her tongue, sucking and licking tiny circles around it.

   His rock hard prick lay against her cheek like a searing sword, the
slippery knob at her forehead.  Her tongue lashed out softly against his
testicle, then with a long sigh, Nadia began nibbling her way up the side
of his prick, panting as she neared the purplish blood-filled head. 
Holding him firmly with one hand, she licked the rim, but the taste of
John's precum made her ravenous for more and she took it deep into her
throat and sucked as she jerked her head up and down.

   But John groaned an appeal, "Nadia, you'll suck me off, you keep that
up! Listen honey, I want to fuck you!  Baby, come on, let's fuck!"

   Nadia did not surrender her mouthful.  "I want to suck it off!" She
thought.  I want to feel his load shoot into my throat!

   But the feel of Marianne's mouth and tongue on her quivering cunt, could
not be denied.  A cock would feel even better she rationalized and gave up
her fellating.  She gave his cock a last lingering suck, then pushed
herself up and climbed over him, hovering over the impressive rise of his
shimmering cock, and knelt with her knees beside his ribs.  She looked down
underneath, between her hung-out tits to her wet-haired pussy quivering
above the glistening knob and lowered herself down upon it.

   John reached out and pulled Nadia by the hair so that their mouths were
together, sucking her truculent tongue then rolled her onto her back. 
Nadia's legs wrapped him in an embrace and John commenced fucking her as
fast as he could, knowing he wouldn't last long.

   Then he felt Marianne's fingers on his cheeks, prying his crack open. 
Her hot breath searing the sparse hairs there, and then her tongue,
tentatively at first, began to take tiny little licks along the crack of
his ass.

   "Do you like that, John?" she whispered hoarsely.

   "It's like really nasty what you're doing," he said, "But yes, don't
stop."

   Nadia, gripped the sheets with both hands and continued to moan, her
cunt making wet, smacking sounds as John continued to fuck her but at a
much slower pace as he enjoyed his sisters tongue.

   "Ohh, shit!" John gasped.  "Oh man that feels so good.  Your tongue
licking my ass, Sis!  Ahhhh, Suck my ass!"

   Then in a threatening manner, "Get the tongue up inside me, sweetie, or
pretty soon my big dick is gonna be up your ass."

   Marianne giggled, and said, "You wish you could keep it hard enough,"
but redoubled her efforts in fucking her tongue up inside him.

   Nadia started to come again, suddenly bucking and shaking wildly.

   "Ohhh yes, fuck, yes!" she started screaming.  The orgasm hit her and
her cunt spasmed around John's cock.

   "Make her come, John, make her come!" Marianne chanted as she inserted a
finger up his hole.  John felt his cock explode deep inside Nadia's cunt.
He was yelling, and pumping load after load of jism deep into her bowels,
just ramming away at her like a jackhammer.

   John collapsed on the bed, knocking the wind out of Nadia, who was still
on the bottom.  Marianne wedged herself between them and in a few moments
they all fell asleep together.

   The next morning, Nadia was jostled awake by John who knelt beside her
with his huge erection mere inches from her face.

   "Come on, wake up," he said with some urgency.

   "W . . .  what?"

   Glancing around she saw Marianne on her back, legs in the air fingering
herself.  "Come on, join in," he said, urging her into action.

   Nadia rolled over and got to her hands and knees.  John positioned her
so that she slid down with her face against Marianne's pussy.  Her tongue
darted out and tentatively licked above the point where Marianne's fingers
were busily moving.  Quickly Nadia lost herself in a feeding frenzy as
Marianne's hand drew her face into her cunt and her fingers wrapped
themselves in Nadia's hair.  John placed himself behind Nadia lining up the
head of his cock with her asshole.

   "This shouldn't hurt much Nadia, you're very wet back here, and I'll be
very gentle love."

   She hardly noticed his activity at all since she was reveling in
Marianne's taste and writhing as her climax began.

   John pushed and met resistance.  Another push and Nadia groaned,
noticing what was happening for the first time.

   "Wrong hole, John!  Wrong hole!" she groaned in alarm.

   "No, it's the right hole Nad, it's just a bit tight that's all."

   "Christ John, that hurts!"

   But Marianne distracted her by sticking two fingers into her pussy and
searching out Nadia's G-Spot.

   "Ohhhhh, Jesus, that's good Marianne!"

   John used this opportunity to press on and gain an inch.  He watched her
anal ring stretch and pushed harder.

   "Ahhh, John that still hurts, but ohhhh, ohhhh, Marianne so good, so
good.  Go on John, get it over with, I want to be fucked up the ass.  Do
it! Do it!  Do it!"

   "Does it hurt?"

   "Not really, keep going."

   Marianne played with both John and Nadia.  Tickling John's scrotum and
pressing her thumb along Nadia's clit, with an occasional lick or two.

   "I can see his dick going in your ass, Nadia!" Marianne said.  "It's
cool!"

   "Am I bleeding?"

   "No, of course not.  You are stretched a bit, and he's halfway in so it
shouldn't hurt anymore than it does now."

   "Well it hardly hurts at all now.  It does feel a bit weird though, as
if I'm filled up.  Totally filled up."

   "Why don't you give her pussy a few licks, Marianne," John suggested. 
Marianne did, and Nadia started to make "Mmmmmmm" sounds as her friend's
tongue again began to lap at her clit.

   Soon John's cock was three-quarters up her ass, and then with one last
push, he was all the way in.

   "I'm all the way in, Nad.  How does it feel?"

   "Everything's feeling kinda good, cause of what Marianne's doing to me,"
she said.  "I can't believe I've actually got like your dick up my ass."

   "You do, baby, you do," John told her, and began to slowly pull out.

   John was reveling in her tightness, when the door to the room burst open
and Paris stood there with a smile on his face.

   "I'll finish that John.  You bugger your sister." John's shriveling cock
popped out of Nadia's ass.

   All three were in shock.  John and Marianne thought the same thing. 
Better him than their parents.  And sheepishly, they complied.

   Nadia's face beamed.  Her love was here and wanted her.  Her heart
pounded swiftly with happiness.

   He brought her out of her dreamy state by smacking her on the ass as he
dropped his trousers.

   Nadia's mouth fell open as she saw again his huge cock pointing toward
the ceiling as it bobbed impatiently.

   "Do you want me to su . . ."

   "No!" he waved her offer away.  "I want you to bury your face in
Marianne's cunt and get her off while she sucks her brother up again.  Then
he'll fuck her ass while I'm taking yours.  That's the plan.  Anyone
disagree?"

   The three nodded their heads in agreement.

   "Okay then, let's get going." He then gripped Nadia's cheeks and placed
his tool against her slightly puckered hole and pushed in.

   "Ooff" Nadia coughed.

   "Not in that much my love, here lets try another."

   "Ooff!"

   "Am I hurting you?"

   "Not at all, keep going."

   Instead Paris withdrew, permitting Nadia to relax, at which point he
renewed his pressure and within seconds was deeply imbedded within her. 
Paris paused for a moment to allow Nadia to adjust to his cock.

   Meanwhile, John had mounted Marianne and was easing his cock in and out
of her ass.  Marianne gripped the sheets in front of her as she pushed back
against John's thrusts.  It was obvious they were both enjoying themselves.

   "Oh, yeah, baby," she mewed, as her finger sought and located her clit.

   "Oh, you're tight Sis, you're tight!"

   Nadia turned her head back to Paris and said, "Go on and fuck me.  Fuck
me good."

   And he did, pulling his swollen member out and ramming it back in,
establishing a serious ass fucking rhythm.  Paris continued fucking her ass
long after John and Marianne had finished their session.

   Marianne had wormed her way under Nadia's thighs and inserted a finger
into her.  The finger moved gently, excruciatingly slowly, maddening Nadia
so that she had to bite her lips and toss her head to distract herself from
the outrageous sensations of both cock and finger.  But whenever she
paused, the lovely tingles would roar through her body, causing her to pant
and moan in delight, and Marianne and Paris both calmly waited for her to
calm before renewing their attack on her senses.  And once more, Marianne
would begin the slow, deliberate finger-dance, while Paris plunged slowly
toward her rectal wall, filling her completely.  Again and again the cycle
repeated, lengthening each time.  At first, it was the pure pleasure of her
touch; then, as the pleasure mounted, and the tingles became more intense
and all pervasive, Paris would fuck her rapidly for a moment or two before
resuming his slow maddening strokes.  Nadia, now coming continuously, went
into a kind of muscle spasm, as she tried to fight off the growing
intensity, jerking her taut body and crumbling into a ticklish agony which
left her gasping and weak.

   Marianne had just inserted her fourth finger, stretching Nadia's cunt
almost as much as Paris had stretched her asshole, when Nadia reached her
climax.

   Paris was the first to know as he felt Nadia's asshole spasm as her
sphincter muscle contracted, and what had been unbearably tight, got
tighter.  It was too much for him and he exploded.

   Nadia, sensing the end, sought to gratify Paris and pumped her hips in
frantic excitement.  Paris pulled out of her and watched as his ejaculate
soared across Nadia's shoulderblades, lower back and reddened cheeks.

   "Oh my god, that was fantastic!" he said and sat for his knees would not
bear his weight any longer.

   John stared, mesmerized, his cock hanging limply in front of him.

   Marianne reached out and sampled the sperm clinging to Nadia's back.

   Nadia sighed and reached for Paris who came to her and covered her face
with kisses.

   Marianne's mother called out from downstairs that breakfast was being
served, and the sex weary trio smiled and left for their own rooms to meet
the new day.

   The End.

   If you liked this, please let me know: the_panda@hotmail.com 

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