Archive-name: SpecMome/scandia1.txt Archive-author: Day Dreamer Archive-title: Scandia - A Swedish Rhapsody 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. --