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Scandia - A Swedish Rhapsody (MF, rom)
By Day Dreamer 

***

When Neil saw her across the room, he immediately recognized
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 glis-
tened 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 examin-
ation.  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 stun-
ning.  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.  Pomegran-
ates 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 red
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 bache-
lor'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 recov-
ered 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 manipu-
lations 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 her-
self 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 for another time."

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 and satiation covered Neil's face as he left Onny's
building and went to his car.
